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

Darkness had fallen. The normal dark blue and black tints of the night sky were stained red by the fires and explosions rocking the English countryside. The very stars in the heavens fell prey to the attack. The blazes below gave off too much light for them to be seen.

Across the English Channel, Iscariot watched as the cities and towns of the Protestant nation were consumed by hellfire. Father Enrico Maxwell stood at the front of their assembly, his hands clasped behind his back. He was waiting for word from the Vatican regarding his requested army. If a crusade was to be waged, they would need soldiers.

"I dinnae like this, Maxwell." Anderson said at his side, his brows furrowed as he looked over the skyline. "It does nae feel right."

"Calm yourself, Anderson." the head priest told him. "Our Lord works in mysterious ways. This conflict is a blessing in disguise. The monsters and heathens will destroy each other, and we'll be left to clean up what's left of them. We shall reclaim the lands and people that were once ours."

It was the perfect strategy to ensure their success. Let their enemies fight amongst themselves. When they were worn down and nearly broken, they would go in and conquer them easily. Maxwell's attention was diverted from the scenes of destruction by the approach of a young man. Likely a priest still in training who was working his way up the ranks by serving time as a messenger.

"Father Maxwell, we're receiving reports from dioceses around the globe. Millennium has infiltrated the governments of every major country and nation in the world. The President of the US and most of the congressmen and senators have been slaughtered..."

"Yes," Maxwell said. "I imagine that would be the case when armies of vampires break into the White House and Senate buildings for an afternoon snack."

"The Prime Minister of China and his aides were reported to be dismembered and eaten..."

"A fitting end for the communists. Their birth control policies alone render them unworthy of being considered human beings."

"The Middle East is in shambles, and what's left of the Israeli government is considering..."

"The Middle East has always been in shambles. What more can be expected from Jews and Muslims? Let them be led like lambs to the slaughter. It will save us the trouble of doing it ourselves."

The trainee priest swallowed and took a small step back from him. "Sir? How are we supposed to approach this? With the destruction being so widespread, there's no way we could..."

"We focus our attention on England." Enrico interrupted. "And the capture of Integral Hellsing. She is our primary concern at the moment. The rest will fall into place later."

The younger man blinked at him. It sounded completely insane. The world was falling apart at their feet, and he thought they could simply give one small area all their attention and everything would be fine? But it wasn't his place to question the pronouncements of higher ranking priests. His job was only to deliver messages. He cleared his throat.

"We've received a response from His Holiness, sir."

Maxwell turned on his heel and arched a brow in expectation. "And?"

"He believes that your call for a holy crusade is ordained by God." the younger priest reported. "He is transferring units from the Courtland Brethren of the Sword, the Order of Calatrava La Nueva, the Sacred Military order of Saint Stephen of Tuscany, and the Knights of Malta to Iscariot's command. And you are to be promoted to the rank of Archbishop, sir."

Enrico took the information in, and a slow smile crept across his face. Iscariot was thought of as one of the church's 'dirty little secrets'. No member of his order had ever been promoted to such a high position. They were finally going to receive their just rewards for centuries of faithful service.

"I humbly accept this honor, and will use it to bring our blessed mother church a great victory."

To say the Hellsing house was abuzz with activity was an understatement. After receiving the spirits' warning, Edmund sounded the house alarms and set off the pagers for good measure. It wasn't really necessary, but it would let Integra know what was going on. The civilian staff members had evacuated to the panic rooms hours ago. In a magnificent stroke of luck, Syn had run into Rebecca as the girl was racing down one of the halls. She got to kiss Mihnea goodbye before he was safely locked away. Before she sent the girl off again, the redhead threatened her with a slow painful death if anything happened to him. Rebecca hadn't been upset of frightened by her words. She understood where they came from, and promised her that she would die before she let anything touch her son.

And now, Syn and Edmund were busy loading up the battle rifles and setting up all the gear while the Geese took up strategic positions on the first floor – facing the windows of the north side of the manor. That's where the enemy was approaching from. They could see the zeppelins in the sky above London. Two were far away – looking like small blots of darkness floating in the red-stained sky. The third loomed closer, growing larger as it drew nearer and nearer. Seras was positioned on one of the second floor balconies with the Vladimir Harkonnen – poised to strike at Captain Bernadette's command. Alucard was skulking around the windows, watching. Syn honestly had no idea what he was doing just standing there, but his thoughts were surprisingly calm. Almost nostalgic.

Can you smell it, little goddess?

The redhead looked up from loading a clip into one of the rifles, brows furrowed. Smell what?

The smell of men's bodies ripped apart, women cut down, and babies burned. The rush of the blood of thousands filling the streets... He almost seemed to sigh. It's the scent of death and war.

From the sound of his voice in her head, Syn gathered he actually liked the smell. She was glad her human senses were too weak to pick it up from this distance. She had the feeling she would be overwhelmed by it soon enough.

That's something I'd rather not smell, thank you very much. She sent to him.

The vampire chuckled in response. Ah, but soon it will be them giving off that stench. The body of an enemy always smells refreshingly sweet...

That was something about him she could never fathom. The fighting and killing was understandable. There was something about it that could give anyone a feeling of power and strength that was almost intoxicating. But the smell... she couldn't imagine that smell being refreshing or sweet in any way. Sickening, was more like it. Maybe being human prevented her from understanding that part of the monster.

A series of loud booms caught her attention, and Syn's head shot up. Outside the windows, a wall of flames filled the sky. Seras had shot down a line of missiles fired at the house. It looked like the fight was starting.

"They've turned on their search lights, sir!" she head the draculina report through the earpiece she was wearing.

" 'old your pozition, Mignonette." Bernadette told her from wherever the hell he was stationed. He sounded eerily calm. "Let zhe baztards zee who zhey're fucking wizh."

The bright search lights sweeping over the front of the manor illuminated the edges of the approaching zeppelin. Jesus Christ, the redhead thought. It was a hell of a lot closer than any of them thought it was. She glanced at Edmund, and the two of them quickly finished with the rifles and each of the Geese who weren't yet armed snatched them up. Syn then quickly loaded up her guns, filled her ammo belt with as many clips as it would carry, then grabbed one of the new battle rifles and slung it over her shoulder. She had a feeling she was going to need it.

As the dirigible grew closer, Pip's voice came back through the earpiece.

"Can you zee zhe city from zhere?" he questioned, apparently talking to Seras.

The police girl sounded both upset and disturbed. "I see it." she said. "Everything is burning... I can hear the people screaming." Her voice changed, turning harsh. "This is my city. I've been here all my life. My home..."

The captain suddenly sounded sad himself. "London waz never my favorite place to be. Too ztuffy and buttoned up. But zhese people... none of zhem dezerve zhis." he told her. "Zhere's zhis cafe on Verbie Road – a beat down, dingy little place. Every time I went zhere, Miss Mary would alwayz make me 'er fish and chips. Zhey were zo greazy I could bearly eat zhem, but I alwayz choked zhem down for 'er becauze she was zuch a zweet lady. She's probably gone now, and I'll never eat 'er nazty food again..." he cleared his throat, and his voice became strong again. "Give zhem 'ell, Mignonette. I want zhat bloody balloon of zheirs on zhe ground!"

"Aye sir!"

The police girl opened fire, and they watched through the massive panes of glass as the zeppelin's engines burst into flame. It started losing altitude, but it was still coming at them. It looked like... dear God, it looked like they were aiming to crash right into the house.

Edmund pressed a button on his earpiece. "Use the grenade launchers, Seras!" he called out. "The balloon is a time bomb. Hit it and the whole thing will explode."

The girl took his advice, and Syn could see the smoke trails from the incendiary grenades as they flew through the air. They made a direct hit with the metal frame of the balloon, and the entire zeppelin burst into flame. It looked like a repeat of the Hindenburg crash. The explosion incinerated the fabric stretched over it to hold in the gas, and all that was left was the frail looking frame. A loud cheer went up amongst the men as it plowed into the ground.

"Good job, Mignonette!" Bernadette praised. "Now get your arze down 'ere to reload!"

They all saw Seras' small form leap down from the balcony with her two large cannons strapped to her shoulders. She had taken off the huge support boxes for the grenades to allow for faster movement. Since there were only two grenades to begin with, she wouldn't be needing them anymore. The girl scuttled inside through one of the open windows.

"Nice shooting, police girl." Alucard complimented, still keeping an eye on the scene outside. "But our work is far from finished. They're coming."

The draculina absorbed the rare praise from her master for a second, then blinked at him. "Excuse me?"

Sure enough, a large group of soldiers who had survived the massive explosion were running toward the house. And in the distance beyond, Syn could make out a lone figure on one of the hilltops. It seemed crouched, like they were huddling down close to the ground. She couldn't figure out what the hell they were doing, until all the Geese stared out the window with wide eyes and started freaking out.

"Holy shit! What is that?"

Pip ran up from wherever he had been to see what was going on, and skidded to a stop when he looked outside. "What zhe bloody fucking 'ell! A giant!"

Everyone, Seras included, fell back like some awful explosion had ripped through the house. The men were screaming in terror, and Edmund... Ed was huddled back and shaking like a nightmare was on him. What the hell was their problem? Syn couldn't see anything other than the Nazi's running at them. Why the hell weren't they shooting at them?

She's casting an illusion. Alucard's voice poured into her mind.

The redhead shot a glance at him. He had gone over to his fledgling and was saying something to her about using her third eye to see past it. That's when she understood. The vampire on the hilltop was making the men see something terrible to distract them from the soldiers' approach. Something she couldn't see because she was immune to the mental manipulation of dark creatures. They couldn't just sit here and wait for everyone to snap out of it while those monsters were running toward them. Making a snap judgment call, she jumped toward one of the windows and took aim with her rifle. The hilltop she was aiming for was so far away, the monster on top of it was tiny even with the scope. But she focused as best she could on what was probably it's head and fired a single shot.

It was like a dimmer switch was slowly turned. The men came out of the illusion with varying degrees of swiftness. They still looked disturbed by whatever they had seen, but they were back. But it wasn't much good because the vampire army outside were almost to the perimeter fence surrounding the grounds.

"Quit messing around and get your fucking guns!" The redhead shouted at them. "I can't do this by myself!"

That seemed to get through, and the mercenaries finally picked up their weapons and joined her in shooting at them. Some went down from head shots, but there were too damn many of them. They leapt over the fence and ran across Hellsing's grounds.

But something extraordinary happened. Something that made even Syn lower her gun and stare in amazement.

As the monsters touched the ground, they only got a few steps forward before exploding like they had stepped on a land mine. The second line of them didn't even get over the fence. The metal posts thrust up and twisted around them to impale them on the sharp spikes welded onto the ends of them.

The blood seal they had cast was working. The land itself was fighting back.

Yes, I realize that Pip and his boys snuck around and buried land mines all over the yard, but this is so much easier to explain. At least now the gardeners don't have to worry about being blown to pieces by a forgotten explosive buried under the ground. (cause things like that totally happen)

So... my air conditioner is broken, and I'm sitting in my house trying not to die of heat stroke. A review or two would surely made the temperature drop a few degrees, right? ~looks around~
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