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Author Note: I am very, extremely sorry for the lack of updates. There have been a few deaths in my family, and my father recently had a heart transplant. I stopped writing so I could deal with all the stress. You also have to take into account that I'm crazy (yes, literally. I'm schizophrenic. My own dirty little secret that I don't like talking about..), so I've had my own personal crap to deal with. As much as I would love to say it wont happen again, I can't truly promise that. All I can say is that I'll do my best.

Now, here's the good news about the insanely long break:

1. Every single chapter from this point to the end is planned out in detail. Even if it's not written yet, I know exactly what's going to happen and when. No more pulling things out of thin air.

2. As repayment for dropping off the face of the earth, I am giving you guys three full chapters. The first goes up today, and the second will be up tomorrow afternoon, and the third will go up Saturday. You guys are probably going to hate my guts when you get them, but you wont have to wait long for the continuation.

3. After those chapters go up, there are a few more that will be put up as soon as I'm finished typing and editing them. There will probably be one every 2-3 days. Once I've gotten through everything that I've already written, I will slow down to an update about once a week.

Once again, I am very sorry, and please enjoy these 'apology chapters'. :)

Note: I do not own Hellsing, and I am not making any money from this.

Syn, you're as bad as the Police Girl. Alucard's voice admonished. You're making this more difficult than it is.

The redhead shot an annoyed glance at the ceiling and huffed. Back at the manor for a single day and Alucard, in one of his famous mind-bending mood shifts, had randomly decided to teach her how to use some of the powers their connection provided. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem, except for the fact that the vampire's idea of 'teaching' was to lock her in the fucking basement to force her to get out on her own.

Alucard, if you don't stop torturing me like this, I will never have sex with you again. She threatened, crossing her arms over her chest.

The vampire chuckled in her head. Torturing and teaching are two different things. If I wanted to torture you, I would tie you to the bed and beat you. There's plenty of time for that later.

Syn gave the dungeon ceiling another death glare, imagining it piercing through the multiple layers of stone and wood to burn out his eye sockets.

Have I told you lately that you're an evil bastard?

You tell me every day. he replied. Now focus.

They had been doing this for over an hour. The theory was that because the 'mating connection' caused them to carry a small piece of the other's soul within them, they should be able to lock onto that soul fragment and teleport or 'jump' directly to where the other was. Syn could already identify Alucard's soul fragment inside herself. She could also sense the energy trail that connected her to the master vampire. If she closed her eyes, she could visualize it twining it's way up the staircases and around corners to where he was sitting on the sofa in her office. But allowing herself to be pulled along that trail to actually jump to him... that was the part she hadn't figured out yet.

You are clinging too tightly to your physical form. she heard in her mind. Let go of your body and your energy will follow the trail.

The redhead sighed. Alucard, can't we do this some other time? I have an event in three days I have to get ready for...

I suggest you get your ass up here then.

And what happens if I can't reform once I get to you?

The worst thing Syn could imagine was losing her body and having to float around like a ghost for the rest of her life. She felt the No Life King grin at the mental image she conjured up.

I won't allow that to happen.

Strangely enough, that made her feel a little better. She had no idea how he would be able to stop such a thing from happening, but if he was so confident, he probably had some sort of trick up his sleeve. So Syn closed her eyes, squared her shoulders, and resolved herself to try again.

She allowed her consciousness to drift - first in her mind, then down into her chest to search out the soul fragment. This was the easy part. Alucard's soul was so different from hers, it was impossible to miss once she knew what to look for. It was a shadowy, twisted thing that lay pulsing just behind her heart. Not evil, and not ugly, but more like it had lived too long and seen too much for any light or purity to survive within it. In her mind's eye, she wrapped her fingers around that dark fragment and looked at the channel of energy that lay beyond. That was the part that was royally pissing her off. It was right there. She was so damn close she could feel it pulling at her, like the channel was a living thing that wanted her to travel through it. But no matter how hard she reached, she remained firmly rooted where she was.

You're thinking too much. Close off your thoughts and just feel.

Without her thoughts, her consciousness would be blind. It would be like fumbling around for a door in a dark room. But, Syn considered, she was already where she was supposed to be. Her hand was on the doorknob, and all she had to do was push it open. Taking an enormous leap of faith, the redhead shut down every thought in her mind, pushed the door open, and jumped.

Instentaneously, she felt herself roughly jerked through the energy channel. It took only seconds to travel the length of it and fall right into Alucard's lap.

"There now, little goddess." His amused voice proclaimed from above her. "Do you see what happens when you stop complaining and actually listen to me?"

Syn grit her teeth together. "Shut up." She moved to get up, but was overcome by a blinding wave of vertigo that made her stomach lurch. "Jesus Christ, Alucard! How can you stand to do that?"

Inhumanly strong arms lifted her up from the floor and propped her down on the sofa like she were nothing more than a ragdoll. "You get used to it." the vampire said, taking hold of her neck to press her head down between her knees. "Keep your head down. The sickness will pass."

"That has got to be the coolest thing I've ever seen." A familiar voice said from somewhere to her right. "Do I need to get a bucket or something?"

Syn's head immediately shot upright. "Ed?"

What the hell was her cousin doing there? Syn caught sight of him sitting cross-legged in one of the armchairs before the world tilted on it's axis and her head was forced down again.

"She'll be fine." Alucard told him, running his fingers through her hair like she was a pet cat.

"Huh. Are you always that rough with her?"

She felt, rather than saw the vampire shrug. "She likes it. Don't you, my dear?"

Irritated, the redhead lashed out in the only way she could while being held in the position she was in. Which mainly involved stomping on the vampire's booted foot. It didn't really do anything other than add to his amusement, but it made her feel better.

"Asshole."

Syn waited until she didn't feel like she was riding a tilt-o-whirl to cautiously sit up. She didn't know if she'd be able to walk without falling over, but at least she wasn't sick anymore. She glanced in Edmund's direction.

"Why are you here? If it's about your 'special project', I've been really busy, and I haven't gotten much..."

"It's not about that." he interrupted before she could finish. "There's something we've been working on that requires your... expertise."

The man shot a glance at Alucard and Syn frowned, looking back and forth between them. Edmund and Alucard had been working on something together? That was... scary and intriguing at the same time.

"What is it?"

Ed pulled her chair over and handed her a notebook filled with his chicken scratch handwriting. She read the first three pages, blinked, then went back and read them again to be sure she was actually seeing what she thought she saw. She wasn't quite sure if she was stupid for not coming up with something like this herself, or if Ed was batshit crazy for thinking it.

"Edmund..." she began carefully.

"I realize that the intent is reversed." her cousin interjected. "But the theory is sound, and the preliminary tests all looked good. But a formal seal requires a ritual that you have to lead."

"I'm aware of that." she replied with a sniff. She looked down at the pages in her lap. "Do you realize the enormity of what you're asking? This isn't something you play around with. Does Integra know?"

Ed made a face. "Do I look stupid? I wouldn't be talking to you about this if she didn't know."

Syn narrowed her eyes. "You told her everything?"

"Yes, mother, I told her everything." he said with a huff. "As much as I could cover with the basic gist, anyway. Her opinion was that it's already been done once for Hellsing's benefit, so she saw no reason why it couldn't be done again."

The redhead slumped against the back of the sofa, thinking. He wanted a blood seal, and that was an incredibly complex and dangerous piece of magic. Because the purpose was so different from how it was ordinarily used, they would have to completely re-write the ritual. But that wasn't the reason for her hesitation. This was the same type of seal used to bind Alucard. If she did this, she would be stepping into the shoes of the men who enslaved him...

The redhead shot Alucard a sideways glance and swallowed. If I do this, you'll have to be a part of it.

I thought as much. He replied.

Do you want me to do this? She asked him.

The vampire quirked a questioning brow. You want my approval?

I want your opinion. She told him. If this is going to dredge up painful memories that will make you hate me, then I'm not doing it.

There was a long silent moment where they just stared at each other. Then Alucard's eyes softened.

I won't hate you.

That was all Syn needed to know. She turned back to Edmund, who had been watching their mental conversation with interest, and cleared her throat.

"Let me do some research and I'll come up with something."

The next day, everyone gathered in the third floor conference room for an impromptu meeting. If they were going to do this, Syn wanted it done right. That meant educating everyone involved about what they would be doing. Condensing ten years of magical study into a two hour lecture was no easy task, but she and Edmund managed to piece together the most important bits of information into something that made sense. When Integra gave a brief overview of the plan to those who weren't aware of it yet, Pip's good eye widened, and he smacked a hand down on the table.

"I knew eet! I knew you were into all zhis 'ocus pocus ztuff!" He looked at Syn suspiciously. "You zaid you weren't a witch..."

The redhead glanced in his direction. "Actually captain, all I said was that I couldn't turn you into a frog."

Ed coughed meaningfully. "You could if you tried hard enough."

The captain blanched, and Syn rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine." she conceeded. "It's possible. But it would be a complete waste of time and effort, so what's the bloody point?"

"It would be funny as hell." he replied.

The redhead gaped at him in astonishment. "You haven't actually done that to someone, have you?"

"Umm... no comment."

At the table, Alucard leaned toward Integra. "I like him, Master. Can we keep him?"

The knight shot a disapproving look between the two men. "No more male bonding time for you two."

Edmund pouted. "I was just saying..."

Oh, for Christ's sake, Syn thought in irritation. She was standing there trying to give a lesson, and her cousin had to start causing trouble, with Alucard egging it on. Typical men. She pointedly cleared her throat.

"With all due respect," she said, adressing Integra. "We have a lot of material to cover, and if we don't get started, we'll be in here all night."

"Thank you, Syn." The knight gave Edmund a final look of warning. "Please continue."

With that, the redhead got started with Ed jumping in to add his two cents where necessary. All magic, she told them, could be separated into two basic categories. Witchcraft was mundane, or 'common' magic. It consisted of spells, charms, and potions that were relatively simple to perform. One had to be born with an innate magical talent of course, but otherwise, anyone with half a brain could do it. The Newsom family's specialty was sorcery - high magic that was based more in ritual and symbolism. It was more complex, a lot more powerful, and it required a great deal of skill to perform correctly.

She then moved on to the subject of magical designation. Contrary to popular belief, white and black magic had absolutely nothing to do with good and evil, but was more about the type of energy used. White magic was structured and followed a specific set of rules. It dealt with things that could be easily seen and understood, and the energy itself was rather tame. Black magic, on the other hand, was more concerned with things that were difficult to comprehend and hidden in the shadows. The energy was wild, chaotic, and tended to have a mind of it's own. There were a handful of rules it followed, but not many. And typically, when performing black magic, you had to play around with the energy to see what it wanted. Sometimes it would do what it was told, and sometimes it had to be coaxed or seduced.

The moment that last bit left her lips, Alucard's eyes lit up. Ah, so that's where your talent for black magic comes from. It acts just like you.

Syn paused at the mental tease and frowned in his direction. I am going to beat your ass when this is over.

Is that a promise? He asked, arching a brow.

She was coming up with a suitable retort when Integra's voice broke in.

"Children," she admonished. "If you can't have the conversation out loud, then you probably shouldn't be having it at all." she gave Alucard a pointed look. "Behave."

The vampire just chuckled. "Yes, Master."

Poor Seras and Pip looked hopelessly confused by the whole thing. Walter was wearing his usual calm expression - except for his eyes, which were twinkling in amusement. Edmund had his mouth hidden behind his hand, desperately trying not to laugh. The redhead shot him a 'don't make me shoot you' look, and he coughed and cleared his throat.

"Okay, now we are going to be conducting a ritual to construct a blood seal, which is high black magic." he informed the group. "Normally, something like this is used for binding and containment , like the seals that bind Alucard's powers. But we're going to flip it around and do the opposite. Instead of using the seal to lock something in, we'll be using it to lock other things out. The ritual itself will be re-written to account for the change, but most of the basic elements will stay the same. We need a coven of seven members. Syn and I will act as high priest and high priestess, with Syn being the head officiator since she's the most powerful. The other five will serve as universal archetypes to help forge the seal."

"Wait a minute." Seras spoke up, shaking her head. "If the most powerful person leads, then wouldn't master have to do it?"

The No Life King crossed one leg over the other and clasped his hands in his lap. "This is a matter that must be handled carefully, Police Girl. I have no experience or training in performing magic rituals. In this instance, Syn is the most powerful."

The redhead blinked at him in surprise. Holy hell, was that a compliment?

Do you realize you just said I'm more powerful than you where other people could hear it? She asked incredulously.

Alucard met her eyes with a serious expression. It was the truth.

Wow, Alucard, that's probably the nicest thing you've ever said to me.

He smirked inside her head. Calling you a goddess isn't nice enough?

She was still staring at him in amazement while Ed went on with the explanation.

"It's not just about power. The ritual must be led by a person who walks between the worlds of light and darkness. Syn is a nahual, and she's got the whole human/vampire marriage..."

"Mating." she and Alucard corrected in unison.

"Whatever." Ed said with a roll of his eyes. "Same difference. Anyway, that makes her the most appropriate candidate."

The lady knight lit up one of her cigars and puffed on it thoughtfully. "And what's this business about archetypes?"

"The archetypes are living symbols which will go through a hermetic alchemical process to transmute them into binding fews to feed the seal."

Everyone just stared at him like he had grown a second head and a few extra pairs of eyes. Syn face-palmed and sighed. Using that vocabulary with novices was like expecting a five year old to understand the complexities of the theory of relativity. She raised her arm and pointed to the nearest chair.

"Ed, go sit down and shut up before you melt someone's brain." she told him, then turned to the others. "An archetype is a basic generalization of a personality type or set of characteristics. A knight in shining armor, a bookworm, or a hermit, for example. Everyone knows what those things are. Because so many people understand what a particular archetype is, it becomes a universal symbol with a life and energy of it's own. Make sense?

She watched as understanding dawned around the table. Once she was certain everyone got the concept, she glanced at Alucard.

"Did you bring the seal we copied?"

The only existing example of what a blood seal looked like was the one used to bind the vampire, and even that one hadn't been written down anywhere. Syn had gotten him to sit still so she could copy down the details of the ones on the backs of his hands. Alucard withdrew a folded piece of paper from an interior pocket of his jacket, and held it out between two fingers. The moment Syn unfolded it and laid it out on the table for them to see, Integra frowned.

"This isn't Alucard's seal."

"Yes, it is." She and the vampire said at the same time.

The knight looked back and forth between them. "There's no writing on this one. The symbol on the gloves is dif..."

While she had been talking, Alucard removed one of his gloves and held out his hand for her to see. On the back of it was a set of scars, slightly raised and only a shade or two darker than the rest of his skin. VanHelsing had carved the symbol into him with blessed silver and 'set' it with holy water to ensure it wouldn't heal clean. That was precisely why Syn so strongly disapproved of what they had done to him and why she didn't want to be involved in this ritual without asking him first. The seal settling into his body would have been torture enough. The vampire still had nightmares about it after more than a century. Carving the seal into him had been completely unnecessary. Cruel brutality for the sake of making him suffer.

"Master..." the Police Girl breathed, looking horrified.

Alucard ignored her and pulled his glove back on. "The professor and I were not so different. He wasn't known for showing kindness or mercy."

The redhead was surprised to see Integra looking so shocked about it. Hell, even Walter looked bothered. The knight had lived in the same house with him for ten years - and the butler since before WWII - and neither of them had seen his bare hands?

They didn't know? She asked through their connection.

The vampire glanced at her. There was never a reason for them to know.

Meaning that he had deliberately kept them covered all this time. Apparently, even the No Life King had things he preferred to keep hidden. She took a breath.

"The writing was added later. Probably just to personalize it with the family name and motto." she tapped her finger on the paper to bring everyone's attention back to it, which they all looked thankful for. "Now, when we do the ritual, each one of us will add a small amount of our blood to the seal. Edmund will go first to form the pentagram. When you guys add yours, the blood will form a binding sigil, or 'few', which represents the archetype you'll be serving as. We'll start with Sir Integra between the two bottom points, then work our way around widdershins - or counter-clockwise - until all the spaces are filled. The fews act as magical pathways that the seal can draw energy through to function. As the officiator, my blood will be added last, forming the the two containment circles around the pentagram, and the binding sigil at the base which activates it."

She had to pause to collect herself after spitting out so much information. "In the case of Alucard's seal, nothing specific was written down about who played what role, but I can make educated guessed based on the symbols." The redhead started with the bottom-most symbol and worked her way around. "The Master Hunter would have been Abraham. Then we have The Physician, Dr. Jack Steward, and The Wounded Knight, which was probably Arthur Holmwood. The Adventurer was Quincy Morris, and Jonathan Harker was The Tortured Soul. Victor would have led the ritual as high priest. And, because she's the only woman I can think of who would have been involved, the high priestess would have been..."

"Mina Harker." Alucard said before she could finish.

Syn looked at him and nodded. "Mina Harker."

Walter glanced in the vampire's direction, then looked back at the drawn seal. "These are the archetypes we have to play?"

"No." Syn replied. "I'm going to come up with new ones to suit our personalities. The archetype itself doesn't matter as long as there are five." She stretched out her arms as she finally sat down. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is about all I can give you on short notice." she glanced over at her cousin. "Am I forgetting anything?"

Ed looked up from playing with his fingernails. "On the day of the ritual, we all have to wear black. Not a stitch of any other color. Something with as few buttons as possible. No gloves, no socks or shoes, no makeup or perfumes, and hair has to be worn down and loose, so no ponytails or braids. No glasses or anything that could be reflective..." he paused. "And I should probably go ahead and tell you that we need a medical tube of blood from every person who works in the house."

Integra quirked a brow. "Every person?"

"Every employee." he confirmed. "Down to the maids, cooks, and gardeners."

"That's a lot of blood, Edmund."

"It's called a 'blood seal' for a reason, and this is a big house." he pointed out. "And on the day we do this, there doesn't need to be a soul in the house or on the grounds other than us. And before you start yelling at me," he said, holding up a hand when the knight's mouth opened in protest. "Your soldiers can hang out at my factory so they'll be able to respond on the off chance there's an attack."

Her cousin paused to give Integra a serious look. "We'll take as many precautions as possible, but all high magic tends to attract things. Sometimes they're harmless, and sometimes they are very bad. All of us will be inside a protective circle nothing will be able to get through, and the seal we make will banish anything that shows up once it's completed. But until it's finished, there is the likelyhood of something negative or malevolent getting inside the house. The chances of that happening are very small, but if it happens and if there's someone wandering around, you're going to have a possessed employee on your hands. And exorcisms are messy affairs that get ugly very fast."

Integra closed her mouth and grew quiet, considering every factor. Syn couldn't blame her. From the look of things, Ed had sprung that last bit of information on her. She took a long drag of her cigar.

"Can you garantee the safety of all of us while we're in the circle?"

"Absolutely." The redhead piped up. "It will be a double bound circle – very strong and solid. Once it's up, there is no possibility of anything getting through it."

The woman studied her a moment, then inclined her head. "Captain, do you trust your lieutenant to handle any problems if you're tied up here?"

"I would trust 'im wizh my life, Sir." Pip said without hesitation. " 'e knows 'ow to keep zhe boys in line."

The knight hummed pensievely. "Very well. The men will be on alert at the factory." She took another long pull of her cigar, making the smoke billow around her face when she exhaled. "Is there a chance of failure?"

"Integra, there is always a chance of failure." Edmund said with a sigh. "But this is going to be carefully planned out to the smallest detail. Not a single thing will be left to chance. The likelyhood of success is very high."

"How high?"

"Um..." he glanced over at the redhead. "Between... 93-85%."

"And what exactly happens when black magic fails?"

Syn and Edmund looked at each other, both trying to decide how best to handle the question. That was one of the uncomfortable truths of high magic. It was extremely powerful in the right hands, but if anything went wrong, bad things happened.

The redhead coughed. "The... um... participants are typically driven insane, or die, sir."

Integra shot her a look of absolute seriousness. "I take it you've never failed then?"

"Never, sir." she replied.

Syn felt very uncomfortable while the knight continued to regard her. There was no doubt in her mind that she could do this. Jonas had meticulously trained her for years for this sort of thing. But having the lives and sanity of others placed on someone's shoulders – especially where magic was concerned – was a burden one didn't give or take lightly. The light flashed across Integra's glasses as she moved to stub her cigar out in the ashtray sitting in front of her.

"Don't let this be your first, Miss Newsom. That is an order."

Okie dokie, so, like I said, the next chapter will go up tomorrow. I feel the need to inform you guys that the next set of chapters aren't particularly happy. I won't tell you what happens, but I will say this: Syn is about to go through a major 'growing up' process. And growing up is always a painful thing.

You have been warned.
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