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I don't own Hellsing, and I'm not making any money from this.

For a couple of weeks, the members of Hellsing were afforded relative peace. Syn took the opportunity to work on the long list of things she had been putting off. Lasher's gun had to be completely remade so the spirit would have a place to live. The gun Edmund commissioned her to build needed to be completed. The new upgrades to the police girl's cannon had to be worked on. And that wasn't even taking into account all the books she had to read. Jonas had told her to study and learn all the magic books he had kept hidden during her childhood. He wouldn't have said something like that if it weren't important. There was something in them she needed now. Something...

"What you need is sleep."

The gunsmith rested her elbows on her desk and cradled her head in her hands. "I have too much work to do, Alucard."

She had to keep working to keep from going crazy. It didn't matter if that involved staying awake for two or three days at a time. She had to keep working.

"I believe you're using that as an excuse to avoid going to bed." the vampire pointed out nonchalantly.

That's exactly what she was doing. Sleep equaled having vivid nightmares that made her wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes she didn't wake up, and Alucard had to forcefully shake her awake when she started fighting and screaming.

"So what if I am?" she said, shooting him a sideways glance through her fingers. "This would be a lot easier on both of us if you would just hypnotize me or something."

Alucard looked at her seriously. "I don't like watching you suffer this way, but this is something you must overcome on your own. I can't fight the battle for you, and I won't help you hide from it. You are too strong and too stubborn to keep running away."

She sniffed. "I think sometimes you think too highly of me."

"Perhaps you don't think highly enough of yourself."

Syn felt a rush of anger well up inside of her. "Alucard, have you looked at me lately? I have scars I can't cover up, I still can't bend my fingers right, and part of my fucking ear is gone. It's extremely hard to think highly of yourself when you look like a freak and you have to hide things so people can stand to look at you."

"I can stand to look at you." he told her, arching a brow. "And mine is the only opinion that matters."

Ever the cocky bastard, even when he was being nice.

"I'm female." Syn pointed out. "I may not be as girly as Seras, but I do have some vanity."

Alucard's expression never changed. You are more beautiful now than you have ever been.

The redhead turned to blink at him. Alucard wasn't the sort to say things he didn't mean, so he must have truly thought that. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't come up with a response. Feeling an unusual mix of discomfort and gratefulness, she cleared her throat.

"Thank you."

Alucard inclined his head slightly, but didn't say anything more. Syn looked back down at her desk. Okay, fine, she admitted. She was in a funk. This whole being attacked, dying, and coming back to life thing had seriously messed with her brain. Being stressed out and feeling weak and depressed all the time was not pleasant, and she needed to do something to snap herself out of it. She suddenly remembered something that was said while she was in her mother's kitchen in the hereafter.

"If I can use your abilities, then is it possible that I could... summon your familiar?" she questioned carefully.

When she looked over at the sofa, the vampire was wearing a thoughtful expression.

"If you attempted to summon Baskerville the way you are now, you wouldn't have the ability to control him." he told her. "You would need to learn how to summon and manipulate shadows first."

Huh. She thought. Well, it wouldn't be having a bloodthirsty hellhound at her disposal, but that was a start.

"Would you teach me?"

Alucard studied her intently, seemingly interested and slightly surprised that she was actually asking him to teach her, rather than him demanding that she learn.

"I will."

Maybe dying had flipped some sort of switch in her brain, but Syn found that summoning and manipulating shadows wasn't nearly as difficult as learning how to jump. It wasn't easy by any stretch of the imagination, but it was doable. After a couple of days practice, she could easily summon up a full shadow, and she got her first night of restful, dreamless sleep since she woke up in the hospital wing.

Once she got the basics down, the No Life King set her to work actually doing things with them. Twisting the misty tendrils of darkness into various shapes and forms was easy. To make them solid enough to manipulate matter required pulling energy through that channel that connected her to Alucard. And the further away the master vampire was, the more difficult the task became.

Thus did the redhead find herself sitting at the kitchen table staring down a pitcher of water and an empty glass. Her assignment was to pick up the pitcher and pour water into the glass using only shadows – and without spilling a drop. She had done it once while touching Alucard's hand. But he none-to-gently pointed out that he couldn't hold her hand in battle, so he moved across the room and made her do it over. Without physical touch to strengthen the connection, she had to focus a lot more on what she was doing. Syn had figured out how to pull through the channel and get her shadows to pick the pitcher up. Actually pouring was more complicated, and so far she always dropped it before it ever got close to the glass. After wiping a puddle of water off the table for the third time, she plopped down in her chair and pressed her forehead to the table's surface.

"Why did I ask you to teach me this again?"

"Because it's something you need to learn." the vampire replied. "Try again."

All the concentration involved was making her brain feel like it was turning into a gooey sludge and was about to start running out of her ears. She got up to search for a bottle of aspirin, popped two, then sat back down and rubbed her temples while waiting for it to take effect.

Okay, she thought, pouring over her lessons. Shadows are an extension of the self. They can perform any task they are commanded to do. You just have to give them direction...

The pieces in her mind clicked into place. She was controlling them too much. Shadows weren't lifeless things. They had a mind of their own. Not a complex mind, but they could do things and act on their own. She didn't have to control their every movement, but simply tell them what she wanted and let them go about their business.

Her head snapped up. Syn called up a shadow, directed it to pick up the pitcher, and neatly poured a stream of water into the glass. Not a bloody drop spilled.

"Yes!" she cried out, jumping up in excitement. "Yesyesyesyesyes! Did you see that? There's the water, there's the glass, and the water is in the glass! I am a genius!"

Alucard quirked a brow as she started doing a happy dance of triumph. She didn't care if he thought she was crazy. She did it!

"Well done, little goddess." he said. "Now do it again."

So she did. Syn used shadows to pour water into three more glasses. Then she used the tendrils of darkness to retrieve more glasses from the cabinets so she could do it a few more times. She had this down.

But the No Life King had to go and burst her happy bubble.

"While your enthusiasm is highly amusing, you need to know more than how to serve refreshments if you want your shadows to be useful on the battlefield." he told her as he leaned back against the wall. "The next lesson will be combat training."

The redhead froze in the middle of her moonwalk across the floor. Combat training? With him?

"You want me to fight you?" she questioned, making sure she had heard correctly.

"That's typically what is meant by 'combat', my dear." he paused to shoot an appraising glance down her form. "Unless you would prefer to continue your training in other ways..."

The breath caught in the back of her throat. She had been at the mercy of his shadows enough to know exactly what those 'other ways' were. If she could use them the same way he did... oooh, that could be fun. And... wow, all the stuff she'd be able to do...

What a delightful development. Alucard purred into her mind. I do believe using my powers makes you horny. You're thinking the most deliciously wicked thoughts...

Is that what was giving her the sudden urge to jump his bones? Interesting. Maybe it had something to do with the adrenaline rush that came with feeling powerful. Without a word, Syn sent a particularly wicked thought in his direction. The vampire growled and gave her a heated look.

Woman, if you don't stop, I will have you on the floor.

She blinked innocently. God, this was fun. Is that right? Exactly what position would I be in on the floor?

In the blink of an eye, she found out. Flat on her back, with him above her, one of his hands half cradling her face and half around her throat at the same time. His blood red eyes were glowing, and he leaned down, just barely brushing his mouth over hers.

"How the two of you choose to spend your personal time with each other is none of my concern, but any demonic sex games involving my glassware and my kitchen are not happening."

The redhead's gaze immediately jerked away from Alucard's face and to the knight standing in the doorway. With the way she was positioned, she saw an upside down version of Integra, cigar between her lips, giving both of them a stern look. Syn's cheeks flushed a bright red. Being caught in a compromising situation with Alucard, on the kitchen floor of all places, was not exactly the end she envisioned for their little encounter.

"Alucard was just teaching me how to summon shadows, sir." she said, somehow thinking that might explain how they wound up that way. "I was practicing."

Alucard didn't move from his position on top of her. He just raised his head and smirked at his master. "My little goddess is proving herself quite adept at it as well, master."

The knight looked unconvinced. "Get yourselves up off of my floor."

Later perhaps. The vampire cooed into Syn's mind as he pushed himself off of her, then held out a hand to help her rise. When they were both standing again, Integra pulled a small envelope from an interior pocket of her jacket. When the redhead glanced at it, she was suddenly interested in what it was. On the back of the envelope, the words 'not a bomb' were written in elegant script at the bottom.

"Sir?" she questioned.

"Iscariot has finally contacted us with the results of their internal investigation." Integra reported. "We are to meet with them at the National War Museum at 3:00 pm. I expect you to be ready to leave within the hour."

The tables were turned from what they had been during their visit to the Vatican. This meeting was taking place on British soil, which meant that Integra had the home field advantage. But the knight didn't want to give the impression that she was calling out all of her available muscle just like Maxwell had. So Alucard, Syn, and Seras remained out of the way and out of sight while she and Walter waited at the rendezvous point.

And the damn Iscariots were late.

"That idiot is so full of himself." the redhead seethed under her breath. "No common decency at all. We didn't show up late when we were on their turf."

"They're catholic." Alucard said. "What do you expect? They believe they own the world because of something that occurred more than 2000 years ago."

"Hush!" Seras said, waving her hand. "Someone's coming!"

Syn glanced over at the massive painting Integra and her valet stood in front of. Enrico Maxwell and another priest she didn't recognize were approaching. They came to a halt several feet away from the knight, and the two leaders began conversing. None of them could hear what was being said, but it didn't look very pleasant. This was aggravating. The redhead gently nudged the police girl with her elbow.

"Hey Seras? Do you happen to have a compact with you?"

The draculina blinked at her. "Um... yes?"

"Can I borrow it a second?"

"Wha..."

The girl obviously had no idea what Syn wanted it for, but Alucard seemed to recognize what she was doing. "Just do it, police girl."

The blonde dug a makeup compact out of her pocket and passed it over. It was a tiny mirror, but it would work.

"Lasher." Syn whispered, tapping at the glass. "Lasher, I need you. And be quiet when you show up."

Her black headed gun spirit popped into the glass with weary looking eyes. "Ohhh Mistress, you's really need to make Lasher a new gun. Jackal is mean, and he snores. Lasher has to sleep with a pillow over his head."

Wow, he must really be feeling bad, she thought. The redhead couldn't recall her spirit ever saying something without babbling in excitement.

"I'm very sorry Lasher, but that's your own fault." she said as gently as possible. "Why are you living with the Jackal anyway? I thought you liked Harkonnen better?"

"Lasher does like Harkonnen, but Jackal didn't give the Lasher a choice!" the boy protested. "He said that mistress belonged to the scary man, so Lasher belonged to him. He dragged Lasher off to his gun and locked him in!"

Syn's brows furrowed. "How did you get out if he locks you up?"

Finally, Lasher brightened, and smiled widely with pride. "Jackal is sleeping, so Lasher was able to sneak out! It was much exciting!" he paused a moment and looked around suspiciously. "But I's prolly needs to get back before Jackal wakes up. Lasher don't like being yelled at."

The gunsmith could understand that. It sounded like the Jackal acted just like Alucard. "Alright, this shouldn't take too long." she told him. "Sir Integra is meeting with Iscariot and we can't hear what they're saying. I need you to go over there and listen for us, then come back and tell us what's going on."

Lasher blinked, then gave her a salute. "Yes, Mistress!"

The moment he was gone, Syn shot a look at Alucard. "I can't believe your gun told him I belong to you."

"You do belong to me." he said firmly.

She set her mouth in a straight line. "I swear to God, Alucard, if your gun molests my Lasher, I am going to dismantle it and use it for scrap metal."

The vampire's eyes narrowed at the threat. "You will not. Perhaps you should have considered the possibility of that before you made it."

They were still arguing amongst themselves when Seras cleared her throat. "Guys... something's going on over there. Sir Integra doesn't look too happy..."

At that moment, Lasher popped back into the compact mirror looking very confused.

"Mistress, what's a sow?"

A sow? Syn wondered. What on earth...?

"Why?"

The boy threw his arms up into the air. "Lasher was being a spy and listening just like mistress told him, and the icky priesty man said the boss lady was a 'squealing English sow'! But the Lasher don't know what that is!"

Maxwell called Integra what? At her side, Alucard's pupils narrowed to slits and a deep growl rumbled in the back of his throat.

"The human is dead."

Before either of the women could stop him, the vampire disappeared in a swirl of shadows. Syn and Seras could only gape in horror when he stepped out of the wall behind Integra and drew his guns.

"Is he insane?" the redhead gasped. "We're in public!"

The draculina was shaking her head, then froze and looked to the left. "Oh shit."

The gunsmith started. Seras rarely used language like that, and when she did, it meant something was very, very bad. She looked in the direction the girl was pointing and saw Anderson marching toward Alucard with bayonets drawn. 'Oh shit' was right. Alucard and Anderson hated each other with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. They'd tear the whole place apart trying to kill each other.

"Syn, we have to do something!" the police girl squeaked. "There are people in here!"

The redhead frantically looked around for something they could use as a diversion. She caught sight of a group of old Japanese tourists. She grabbed the girl by the shoulders and turned her toward them.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Seras blinked, then understood. "You distract the tour guide, and I'll take them over."

They immediately separated to put their plan into action. While Syn cornered the tour guide and assaulted him with every question she could think of, Seras snuck behind the employee desk to get a badge, flag, and whistle. The redhead watched out of the corner of her eye as the draculina positioned herself directly between Alucard and Anderson, moving the elderly tourists through like she were directing traffic.

"And those cannons outside?" she went back to badgering the museum guide. "Are those real, or just replicas? I design guns for a living, and I have to say that if they are replicas, they are very well done."

"They're actual decommissioned cannons." the blonde man said with a huff of irritation. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but I have a tour to lead, and you are making me late."

"Do you have any of the artillery shells they used?" she went on as if he hadn't said anything. "Is there any way I could see them? I won't touch anything, I promise, but I'm doing some resear..."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alucard and Anderson put their weapons away. The vampire king skulked off, upset that his fight had been interrupted.

"You know what? Never mind." Syn patted the guy on the shoulder. "You've been so helpful. I appreciate the time."

She walked away to hook back up with Seras, leaving the tour guide rushing around trying to figure out where his group had gone.

After the fiasco in the museum, Integra thought it best for her and Maxwell to retire to the cafe outside where they wouldn't be interrupted by lurking observers or overprotectve members of their organizations. Once they were seated, the priest set his briefcase on the table and popped it open.

"As agreed." he said, dropping a stack of papers on the table and pinning them with a finger. "I personally didn't think anything would come of your list of names. But your information helped us root out several clergy members who misled our mother church. They have been taken care of."

The knight's face remained passive. The clergy members he spoke of had probably been tortured and killed. She knew better than to think otherwise.

"So the exodus was funded by the Vatican?"

"Of course." Maxwell replied, shrugging as if it were nothing. "At the time, the church fathers were led to believe that the Nazis were concerned only with the elimination of the impure races. Protestants, Homosexuals, Gypsies, and of course, the Jews." he paused to smile. "A noble cause worthy of our support. When the allies invaded Germany, we moved out a large group to prevent their capture."

Integra wanted to blow a hole through his smirking face. The systematic, brutal murder of millions of innocent people was never a noble cause, no matter what the circumstances were. But with the information they needed so close, she couldn't afford to have it snatched away by wearing her feelings on her sleeve.

"And this group your church assisted just happens to be the one creating all the artificial vampires." she said in a short tone. "Where did you send them?"

"Ah, ah, Sir Integra. You have to ask nicely for that."

Maxwell was giving her that cruel smile which said he saw her as lesser than him. Inferior. And he was forcing her into her 'proper place'.

She would see him suffer for this one day.

"Would you please tell me where the church had the Nazis transported?" Integra asked, not allowing her disgust to show on her face.

The priest gave himself a few moments to gloat. "South America." he said with a chuckle. "The primary location was Brazil."

Hellsing now had it's target.
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