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

Okie dokie, so we're starting to get into the serious stuff now. And its one of those things where there's so much going on at once that you can't put everything in a single chapter. I think the next chapter will be it, then everything that follows will be taking place within the span of a single day. It'll proabably throw off the timing, but there's no other way to do it.

Millennium wasn't made up entirely of vampires. There were several human members as well. Remnants of the higher levels of the Nazi regime who had patiently waited over half a century for the FREAK technology to be perfected. Now that it was, they were anxious to begin new lives. Old war wounds would be healed and their bodies made whole again – returning them to their prime. They would become immortal, never to suffer from sickness or the effects of age.

But their time never came. The Major passed over the generals and colonels to modify lesser ranking men with the miraculous technology. Foot-soldiers who were loyal to him and him alone. The men of higher rank weren't the least bit happy about it.

"Vhat the hell do you think you're doing Major?" One of the colonels demanded upon seeing the massive army of monsters the man had created. "Ve vere never told about this!"

The short, portly major just smiled and clasped his hands behind his back. "Mein orders vere issued personally by the late Fuehrer. None of them included you."

The Colonel saw red at his statement. How dare he? They had been putting up with him because he knew things they didn't and had access to resources the rest of them couldn't get. But being shown such blatant disrespect by a peon was unacceptable. After receiving a nod from one of the generals in a wheelchair, the man raised his cane high into the air and gave the Major a sharp blow to the face. He hit the floor and rolled.

"Vhy von't you turn us into vampires!" he shouted, striking him over and over again in his fury. "Vhy? Vhy!"

A gunshot rang out and his walking stick snapped in two as a bullet went through it. The vampire army surrounding them snarled, their eyes glowing red in hatred. A woman with long black hair and a swastika around her neck rested her old fashioned musket back against her shoulder, while Zorin narrowed her lazy eye.

"Ve'll haff none of that, Colonel." she told him. "One more outburst und I'll haff your fucking head blown off."

The Colonel stepped back, suddenly fearful as the Major pushed himself up from the floor. Blood and a darker, oily looking substance dripped from his nostrils.

"This army... Vhat are you planning to do vith so many vampires...?"

He received no answer. Several members of the surrounding group grabbed him. The generals too were dragged from their wheelchairs and pulled across the concrete floor to another room as they screamed. The Major looked down at himself and sighed.

"Now I haff blood on mein suit. I vill haff to change. Ve von't haff a second chance to make a first impression." he straightened his jacket, wiped the blood from his face, and looked over at the ever silent Captain. "Ve vill give our opponent a grand show vhen ve see them. Set up the cameras!"

The Captain nodded and went off to retrieve the equipment.

Syn had a really bad feeling. It was so strong she was sick to her stomach all morning. Integra assured her that with the Round Table Conference being held at Buckingham palace, security would be especially tight. But she still didn't feel right.

The atmosphere in the conference room was so thick with tension you could slice through it with a knife. Enrico Maxwell and a small assortment of his order's priests sat on one side of the table, while the knights took up the opposite side. Integra and her people were placed at the end, and the Queen with her royal guards oversaw everything from her elevated throne. The debate was heated and intense.

Everything, down to the smallest detail they knew about Millennium was presented to give them as full and accurate a picture as possible. They spoke of the numerous attacks at specific times – like they had informants telling them of Hellsing's plans. Syn and Edmund gave detailed reports of their suspected weapons capability. All the weaponry they had encountered thus far were small and heavy arms that were seriously outdated. Most of their technological research and advancements, they decided, were medicinal and biological in nature. When Integra announced her opinion of the identity of Millennium, it didn't go over very well.

"You have seriously overstepped your boundaries, Sir Integra." One of the knights stated. "You send your vampires halfway across the world to wreck bloody havoc, take in a half-breed science project that should have been destroyed the moment it was found, then presume to tell us that it's all excusable because there are Nazi vampires running around? Have you lost your damn mind?"

Alucard let out a deep snarl, and Syn jerked out of her chair and slammed her hands down on the table.

"Insult my son one more time and I'll slit your fucking throat, you pompous bastard!"

Integra gave her a sharp look. "Sit down." she turned back to the knight who had spoken. "I don't presume anything, sir. We have gathered ample evidence to suggest their identity, and my vampires confirmed our suspicions during their mission."

"What a shockingly convenient excuse for their actions."

"That's enough, Sir Riley." Her Majesty admonished firmly from her throne. She gave the man a stern look, then turned her attention to Alucard. "Present your report, vampire."

The No Life King regally inclined his head, then slowly walked around the table as he informed them of what he knew.

"Fifty years ago, an insane Nazi major had a vision of creating an unstoppable, inhuman army to bathe the world in constant war. Walter and I obliterated their operation, but it seems they simply refuse to die." he looked directly at the Queen. "They've returned, their numbers replenished and their experiments perfected. That is what Millennium is. The Last Battalion of the Third Reich."

There were quiet whispers and murmurs amongst the listeners, as if trying to decided whether to believe him or not. Then a single, surprisingly youthful voice stopped everyone dead in their tracks.

"I guess Tubalclain's filthy blood gave us avay."

It was only a boy, Syn thought. About twelve, from the look of him – with bright blonde hair and black cat ears on the sides of his head. And he was wearing the uniform of a Nazi warrant officer...

Wait a minute. Cat ears?

Every person in the room who had a gun drew it and aimed at him. The boy quickly put up his hands to show he wasn't armed.

"Vhoa there! I'm only a messenger."

Integra narrowed her eyes. "How the hell did he get in here? Walter?"

The butler cleared his throat. "I have no idea, sir. Our security was perfect."

The boy strutted forward proudly and set some sort of screen at the end of the table. "Security means nothing to me. I'm everyvhere and novhere." He pulled a boxy looking remote control from his back pocket and cleared his throat. "To the gathered representatives of the Vatican and Great Britain – mein commanding officer, the glorious Major, hast a message for all of you. Please attend carefully."

He pointed his remote at the screen, pressed a button, then stepped back looking like he was fully prepared to take part in a truly terrible and intimidating confrontation. But nothing happened.

"Wha..." The boy's ears went down and back. He pressed the button on his remote again. When there was still nothing, his face flushed in embarrassment. "Uh... hang on a second."

If it hadn't been the insane group of artificial vampires trying to kill them and make their lives a living hell, it might have been funny. This kid was supposed to deliver a message from the head of Millennium and he was stuck with a screen that didn't work. Apparently Murphy's Law applied to them as well. He frantically pushed every button on the remote, trying to get something to work. Somehow, he managed to get the sound on.

"Vhat's going on?" a nasally, high pitched male voice questioned from the screen. "Varrent Officer Schrodinger! The screen ist not working! There's no picture."

"I'm vorking on it, Major!" the boy reported.

Syn couldn't help but arch a brow. Schrodinger? She wondered. As in Schrodinger's cat? Wow... that was... kind of appropriate.

The cat-eared boy eventually got tired of pressing buttons and decided that the time had come for physical force. He picked up the screen and banged it on the table a couple of times. There was a blur of static and then the picture finally came on. The first thing anyone saw were the bodies. High ranking officers in uniform with signs around their necks written in German. Some of the men were alive, still tied to their compatriots – cowering in terror as monsters surrounded them. The vampires went in for the kill, and loud, tortured screams pierced through the air.

"Be sure to eat every bite." a different voice said from behind the camera. "I von't be happy if they turn into ghouls."

The redhead was horrified by what she was seeing. If the Round Table Conference wanted proof of the existence of Nazi vampires, there it was before their eyes. The walls in the background were covered with the red flags bearing the dreadful swastika, and they were eating their own people.

They were eating their own people. What sort of savages did that?

"Oh vow..." Schrodinger said with a laugh, putting his hands behind his head as he rocked back on his heels. "I didn't know it vas that bad, Major. It looks like you haff you're hands full over there."

The camera moved to show a pudgy looking man in a pristine white suit. "Nein, nein." he told him. "Everything ist fine, and I feel great. Vonderful in fact! The dissenters haff been taken care of, und ve can move on to bigger und better things."

Integra rested her elbows on the table to clasp her hands in front of her. She narrowed her eyes at the screen in silent appraisal.

"You are Millennium's leader?"

The blonde man paused, his glasses reflecting back the light as he studied her. "Ist that Sir Integral Hellsing? Ah, mein beautiful fraulein, it ist a pleasure to finally meet you."

Syn felt Ed bristle and go tense beside her. She had no doubt he would have shot him if he were actually there. Though the lady knight's eyes revealed that she was pissed by the comment, her expression remained the same.

"Is there a goal to all of this?" she questioned. "What is your purpose?"

The Major laughed, apparently finding her questions funny. "Our purpose, mein fraulein? Really! Purpose. How quaint." he chuckled again, then smiled a cruel, sadistic smile. "There are some of us in this vorld for whom the means do not require un end. Our purpose is var. Vhen it ist over, ve shall begin another, und another, und another. To set this vorld on fire und vatch it burn."

Holy hell, how were they supposed to fight something like that? War was usually something to fulfill a purpose, not a purpose in and of itself. For someone's only goal to be constant conflict and strife was... anarchism. Anarchists couldn't be bargained or reasoned with. They just did what they wanted because they could. For once, it seemed that the Iscariots shared their opinion. Maxwell studied the man on the screen with obvious distaste.

"You're insane." the priest said. "All of you."

The Major paused and turned his attention to their side of the table. "Did I hear someone from Iscariot questioning my sanity? Mein dear boy, you claim to be faithful to your God, and yet still bear the name of the disciple who betrayed him." he made a sweeping gesture with his hand. "Besides, if your God allows insanity such as mine to run rampant throughout the vorld, then vouldn't he be just as insane as I am?"

Enrico's jaw tightened in carefully restrained anger. The priests sitting around him went very still and looked extraordinarily pissed off and insulted. The short, fat man on the screen just smiled broadly at them, then clasped his hands behind his back and looked at Integra.

"Our target ist Great Britain und Hellsing itself. Vell, actually, it's that man looking so amused in the corner over there."

He was talking about Alucard. The vampire was doubled over in a laughing fit that made it look like he was a few crayons short of a full box. He looked at the Major with blazing eyes.

"Come." he offered. "I welcome it! I'll slaughter you miserable pissants as many times as I have to!"

Syn figured that was Alucard-speak for: 'Oh, you want your asses handed to you? You come right over here and I'll rip your intestines out through your nostrils, hang you from the ceiling by them, and laugh while you scream and shit yourself.' At least, that was the mental image she caught running through his mind. But it seemed Integra had heard enough for her liking. She lifted a single finger and pointed to the cat boy messenger.

"Alucard, kill him." she ordered calmly.

The vampire king moved faster than could be seen. Before Schrodinger could blink, the barrel of the Jackal was forced into his mouth, and blood and bits of brain matter splattered across the walls and floors behind him. The Major's only reaction to the execution was a deep sigh.

"Fine, shoot the messenger if that's vhat it comes to." he said, the gave her a small salute. "Farevell, mein fraulein. I look forvard to meeting you again on the battlefield."

The screen clicked off on it's own, and the cat boy's remains suddenly vanished into thin air. There was no mist or anything to mark his passing. It was just... they were there one second, and the next there was nothing. Not even bloodstains from where he had been bleeding all over the floor. Everyone in the room showed various degrees of shock and disbelief. Having seen everything from her throne, Her Majesty cleared her throat.

"Alucard, Sir Hellsing."

Syn found it interesting that the Queen addressed Alucard first, even though he was Integra's servant. Perhaps it had something to do with him having been a monarch in life. Royalty tended to respect royalty regardless of their situation. It was just one of those things. The No Life King immediately turned to face her, and Integra herself rose from her seat in acknowledgment.

Her Majesty looked both of them over. "Destroy them." she said. "By whatever means you deem necessary. That's an order."
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