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Hellsing - Blood Heritage	By : fallenangellet Category: Hellsing > General Views: 20212 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, and I'm not making any money from this. It is strictly for my own amusement.

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Yes, I'm putting up another chapter in the same day. I'm bored, and I'm getting sick of having tornado sirens go off every 15 minutes. There have been storms every other freaking day, and it's getting annoying. No actual tornados have come near my house, so I get all worked up and excited, then get no return for it. :(

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

It was probably the most interesting Christmas Syn had ever been a part of.

She had a whole host of gifts to give out, most of which were things she had made, or helped make. Since her gun spirit held a special place in her heart, the redhead decided to surprise him first.

"Lasher." she said, calling him into the mirror she kept in her office for his use.

The boy immediately appeared to answer. "Mistress needs the Lasher?"

Syn shook her head. "No, I don't need you for anything. I just wanted to give you your Christmas present."

His eyes went wide and he stared at her with something akin to adoration. "Mistress gots Lasher a present!"

She grinned in response and lifted a gun case onto her desk. She popped the lid open and turned it around for him to see. Rather than just recreating her old gun, Syn had used the mangled remnants to build two new ones. She figured she could either shoot double-handed like Alucard did, or she could keep one hidden on her person so she would have a weapon if the other one was somehow taken away from her. Lasher I and II utilized the exact same design her uncle had used – right down to the sliver celtic knot engravings.

The moment Lasher saw them, he let out a loud squeal of excitement and promptly fainted.

"Lasher?" she questioned in concern when the boy went down. "Lasher!"

Holy hell, had she killed him? She didn't think he'd have that strong of a reaction. It took a few moments, but her spirit finally got back up and went into a second squealing fit.

"Lasher has the bestestest mistress in the whole wide world!" he cried, looking like he would glomp her if he weren't stuck in his mirror. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou!"

She figured she should probably leave it at that so he wouldn't pass out again. "You're very welcome, Lasher."

The next order of business was taking care of the mercenaries. She and Edmund were always working on ways to improve or enhance existing weaponry. Normally, the changes they made would be phased in over time. But they both figured that the holiday season gave them the perfect excuse to pull them out early. The redhead hoped that perhaps it would break the ice and make them less antsy when she was around. While she didn't mind taking a hard stance when she had too, she didn't really like the thought of people being nervous around her all the time. The Wild Geese were good guys, and they deserved a little TLC every now and then.

Pip got his men assembled while Edmund starting cracking open the newly delivered crates. Once all the guys were paying attention, Syn cleared her throat.

"Alright gentlemen, we have some new toys for you to play with." she announced, then began presenting the new weaponry.

First was a unique battle rifle she had named 'Kris', after her mother. Just about every rifle and gun on the planet had a level of kickback from the force of the shot. The more powerful the gun, the stronger the kick. The gunsmith was able to get around this by coming up with a new system to direct the force of the shot downwards instead of back – making them a hell of a lot more accurate. The only thing was that the series of mechanisms that made it possible for them to do that gave the rifles a short, stocky appearance that had never been seen on a gun before. A lot of the Geese looked wary of the unusual design until Lieutenant Stephens test fired one.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "I didn't feel a thing!"

"You shouldn't." Syn replied. "The lack of kickback means that there's no movement to knock you off target. If you stabilize this weapon before taking a shot, you can fire multiple rounds and only leave one bullet hole."

All the men looked impressed by the idea of that. Next, she pulled out the high- powered 12 gauge shotgun she had christened 'Nightmare'. Designed specifically for use in an urban setting, the Nightmare could convert between single shot and fully automatic as needed. Rather than using only a single type of ammo, Edmund had come up with a variety of color-coded shells to handle different situations. One had a specific mix to blow out the locking mechanisms of doors too strong to kick down or break open by any other means. Another was formulated to take out all the major tubing and belts in a car engine without making it explode – which would keep any nearby civilians safe from death by fireball.

"And this," Edmund said, holding up a green coded shell. "Is my personal favorite. A silver tipped, mini-missile deliverance shell."

One of the mercenaries at the front blinked. "Did you say mini-missile?"

"Yep." her cousin replied. "Instead of buckshot, this particular type of ammo is loaded with an extremely small version of a smart missile. When the shotgun is locked onto your target, it sends a signal to this device which allows it to track and follow any movement. You shoot one of these babies, and you'll hit your target no matter how much they're running around." He glanced over at Syn. "Nyx loves these things." he said with a grin.

She could imagine. Nyx was a unique handgun designed to use shotgun shells instead of bullets. It made sense that his gun's spirit would jump at the chance to use new and exotic ammunition.

The last thing the Geese got in the way of new gear were the Grizzlies – three heavily armored transport vehicles. Those were all Ed's doing. There was no easy way to describe what they looked like. A general mish-mash of every polygonal shape imaginable smushed together, made 3-D, then put on a set of wheels was about as close as Syn could get. Her cousin explained that the various flat planes and sharp angles deflected away most of the force of any external explosions. You could drive a Grizzly over a minefield, and it would feel like nothing more than being on a bumpy road. When the men's eyes lit up, the redhead leaned over.

"Maybe you shouldn't have told them that." she whispered. She remembered the massive paintball-like battle with live rounds that had broken out when they received their bullet-proof uniforms.

Edmund just laughed. "You know how we boys are." he said playfully. "We get new toys, and we have to mess around to see how much abuse they can take. It'll be fine."

Syn just hoped they wouldn't try to set up a minefield in Integra's backyard to see how truthful Ed's statement was. Even if the Grizzlies survived, that was one mess she didn't want to have to clean up.

Before they left them to do whatever sort of 'messing around' they would do with their new playthings, the redhead pulled out one last surprise. She still felt terrible about J. J's death on her account, and since she wasn't able to make him cookies like she promised, she figured doing it for the men who had been his brothers-in-arms was the next best thing. It was a tiny gesture, silly really, but something about it made all the Geese light up and become more lively.

"Are those snickerdoodles?"

"My grandmother used to make these."

"I haven't had one of these in years!"

It appeared that taking over the kitchens for the better part of a day to make hundreds of her mother's special recipe hadn't been in vain. She even got a few hugs in return, much to her pleasant surprise.

After their tour in the barracks, the primary members of Hellsing wound up gathering in the sitting room to open the gifts that were under the tree. The knight said nothing specific about the practice, but Syn learned second-hand from Walter that opening presents with her father was one of Integra's fondest memories. She wished for it to continue on with those she was closest to. The redhead could understand that. When you lost your family, you tried to hold onto the few things you could. The only problem with it was that she couldn't exactly get Seras' present into the sitting room. It was too big and too heavy. So she had to settle for giving her a conceptual drawing showing scale instead.

The poor girl nearly shit herself.

"Syn!" she exclaimed. "There is no way in hell. I already have my cannon!"

"I'm not replacing the Harkonnen, I just gave it an update." Syn told her, bouncing Mihnea in her lap. He was looking around at the Christmas lights like he thought they were the most interesting things in the world. "And these cannons are fully automatic, so you don't have to reload after every shot."

"Bu... but..."

"And the grenade launchers." Edmund reminded her from his seat next to Integra. "You can't forget the grenade launchers."

"Oh yeah," the redhead said. "And Vladimir is the incendiary grenade delivery system. You'll love it."

"But..." Seras continued, still shocked. "It's so..."

The lady knight leaned over to get a look at the drawing herself. "How much did it wind up weighing?" she asked.

"About 2.4 tons."

"WHAT!" the draculina screeched.

The sharp raise in volume startled Mihnea and he started crying. Syn shot a look at Seras, then pulled him up to her shoulder to calm him down. Across from the police girl, Pip whistled.

"Damn, Mignonette. I didn't know you could lift zhat much." he commented. "Zhat's kind of zexy."

The girl immediately closed her mouth and glared at him. "That's it. I'm taking the scarf back."

Bernadette quickly wrapped the red knitted scarf she had given him around his neck several times. "Non! Eet waz a prezent, zo eet's mine. I'm never taking eet off!"

Beside Syn, Alucard quirked a brow. "Are you going to allow your human to talk to you that way, police girl?"

The redhead frowned in his direction. Don't encourage them.

Once the spat came to a close, Syn gave Pip his gift. Integra had actually been the one to suggest it. The captain was getting his very own customized gun – similar to the Colt he had a preference for, with only a few modifications. It's namesake, the fleur de lis, was engraved into it's handle.

"Oooh... zhis iz nice." the man said as he examined it.

"Be nice to it." Ed warned. "Those guns have a mind of their own. You piss them off, and they'll find a way to bite you in the ass for it."

Syn was laughing at Pip's worried expression when she felt Seras nudge her leg. She didn't know what the draculina wanted until Alucard pointedly cleared his throat and looked at her.

"I believe you've made me wait long enough." he said.

Oh, right. It was Alucard's turn. She coughed.

"Okay, well, it might sound a little strange, but since you're teaching me how to use your powers, I thought I would return the favor." she told him.

The vampire just looked at her. "Your present is giving me magic lessons?"

Would you prefer I give you something stupid like a pair of socks? She asked him mentally. This is the only area where I know more than you, so stuff the complaining.

One of his brows rose. What sort of magic?

I was thinking about blood summons and necromancy.

His arched brow went higher. Interesting... he thought to her. "You told my fledgling you were giving me two gifts." he reminded out loud.

Syn made a face. "I was getting to that." She looked down at Seras sitting on the floor. "Take the baby for a second."

The police girl obligingly took Mihnea as he was carefully passed to her, then Syn pulled a small tube of lip gloss from her back pocket. She smeared some over her lips, then quickly leaned over and kissed Alucard on the mouth.

The vampire wasn't impressed.

"That's it?" he questioned with a blink. "That was anticli..." he suddenly stopped and rubbed his lips together with a faraway look in his eyes. "That stings." he said at last. "I like it."

"I thought so." the redhead replied with a satisfied sniff.

Integra looked perplexed. "Stings? What is that?"

She held up the tube of gloss. "Lip venom."

On the floor, Pip's good eye widened in understanding. "I've 'eard about zhat ztuff. Eet makez eet burn like 'ell when you get a blow..."

"Shut it, Bernadette." Syn snapped.

"Yes ma'am." he replied instantly, then looked over to Seras, who was glaring at him again. "I don't know zhat from experience, I've just 'eard..."

Alucard chuckled. You're going to have to show me all the inventive uses that venom of yours can be put to. He purred into her mind.

Syn just smiled and slid the tube back into her pocket. She totally had a bargaining chip now. If the vampire decided to be an ass to her, she could threaten to not use his favorite toy. Sadistic mind games could go both ways.

In the midst of all this, the gun Edmund commissioned for Integra still hadn't made an appearance. The redhead knew he had been keeping it hidden to be a Christmas present. She wondered why he hadn't given it to her yet. As she reached down to take Mihnea back from Seras, she cleared her throat and shot him a look. Ed caught it and waved a hand before she could say anything. He leaned over to retrieve the gun case he had hidden beneath the sofa and passed it to the knight.

"Merry Christmas."

Integra studied him a moment, then opened the case to look inside. There was no overt reaction, but her eyes changed slightly, becoming softer.

"This is... beautiful." she said as she lifted the gun up for closer inspection. She looked over at Syn. "Your work?"

The redhead nodded. "I only followed the directions I was given, sir."

She took that in and glanced back at Ed. "Thank you." she said. It was quiet, but full of sincerity.

The man coughed. "There's something else, too."

There was a brief moment where he just took a deep breath before moving. Syn was pretty sure she would have dropped Mihnea on the floor if she had been standing. She watched with wide eyes as her cousin got down on one knee and proposed.

Edmund proposed. To Integral Hellsing. With a fucking gun.

The knight looked positively shocked. She stared at him in complete surprise for several long moments, then looked down at the gun case in her lap.

"Isn't it customary for marriage proposals to be made with a ring?" she asked when she glanced back up.

She looked amused, and Ed took that as a good sign.

"I thought you would prefer something practical to something frivolous." he replied.

Integra arched a brow. "I wasn't aware that engagement rings were considered frivolous."

"Would you like one then?"

The knight seemed to think it over, then drew a breath. "I believe I would."

Holy crap on toast, that sounded like a yes, Syn thought. Still on his knees, Edmund smiled broadly and leaned up to kiss her. Integra was so intensely private about her personal life, no one had ever seen her do something as intimate as kissing someone before. But she had apparently been getting plenty of practice because she looked more than comfortable with it. Seras balled her hands up in front of her mouth, looking like she wanted to squee in excitement. Alucard just let out a deep chuckle.

"I hope you realize that once you marry him, you and I will be relatives, Integra." he told her, looking highly amused by the fact.

Integra pulled back to blink at him, then narrowed her eyes and looked down at Edmund. "You had better be glad I'm fond of you." she said seriously. "There aren't many people in this world I'd be willing to allow that monster into my family for."

Ed laughed. "I'll remember that."

Yep, Syn thought to herself. Definitely the most interesting Christmas she had ever seen.

Kris, Nightmare, and the Grizzlies are based on weapons and vehicles that actually exist – some of which have the same or similar names. I'm shamelessly addicted to the Military channel, and the show 'Modern Weapons' is my best friend.

Lip venom is also real, and I personally think it's the greatest invention in the world. Lots and lots of fun. Yes it is. :P

And don't you just love how nobody at Hellsing actually comes out and says anything? You always have to read between the lines to figure out what they mean... Oh, hi, Sir Integra!

Integra: Madam author, I just wanted to make you aware that while informing your readers about my engagement to Mr. Stryker is perfectly acceptable, I will not tolerate you writing any 'lemons' about me.

Rhian: ~blinks~ You're having sex with Ed?

Integra: I most certainly am not!

Rhian: I'm pretty sure lemons only refer to sex acts, so I think you're safe, sir.

Integra: ~thinks~ No limes then.

Rhian: Um... how about oranges?

Integra: I have a preference for pink grapefruit myself, but I suppose an orange or two is fine.

~she walks away, leaving the poor author wondering what the hell 'pink grapefruit' is supposed to mean~
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