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

Syn didn't run into any vampires on the South side of the manor. It seemed most of their attack was focused on the North end. Every door and window leading to the exterior of the house was given a blessing. If the blood seal wouldn't keep them out, she would do it herself with accessory magic. The bastards would be funneled through a single entrance. Hopefully that would slow them down.

Gunfire was coming from every imaginable direction. The loud booms of Alucard's guns and the police girl's cannons resounded throughout the lower floor. Above her, the redhead could hear the rapid fire of the mercenaries automatic weapons. The Nazis managed to advance far enough into the house for the human soldiers to have to take action. Sweet mother of God, this was worse than she could have imagined. Hellsing could not fall. If they couldn't hold the house, then they wouldn't be able to provide hope anywhere else. So Syn ran, doing what little she could to give them more of an edge in the fight.

When she reached the West wing, she started having more trouble. She wasn't sure if the vampires had moved to come in from that side or not, but she encountered a few them. She shot them down with the rifle she had taken for herself before the attack began. When those bullets ran out, she dropped it and switched over to her hand guns. It seemed like the fire fight went on for hours – her shooting, ducking behind corners, then shooting some more. She advanced as far as she dared along the West wing, then doubled back to work on the East side. There were too many of the damn things coming from the North to risk going too far. Even Alucard, as powerful and deadly as he was, couldn't stop everything.

As she began blessing the massive windows facing the East end of the property, Syn noticed something. When she got this far down the West side, there were more Nazis. She had shot down dozens of them over there, but over here she hadn't encountered a single one. A dark feeling of foreboding settled on her shoulders. This wasn't right. While she wasn't upset about a lack of monsters getting in her way, it just... wasn't right. She felt like she was heading towards something she shouldn't be. The redhead brushed it off. There was too much at stake to stop her mission now. She finished the blessing on the window she was working on, then rounded the corner to move further down the hall.

She froze when she saw the last creature on earth she wanted to see standing only a few feet down the hallway from her. Gold eyes glimmered at her in amusement.

"I've been waiting for you, little sister."

Oh shit. She thought. Alucard!

Integra's departure from the fight Walter was getting himself into hadn't gone unnoticed. As she sped down the city streets, she could see dozens of vampires armed to the teeth in the rear view mirror. With each passing moment, they grew closer. The vehicle she was driving wasn't fast enough to outrun them. Grinding her teeth together, she jerked hard on the wheel and whipped left onto a side street. The movement was so fast, the car nearly came up on two wheels. With a swerve, she got the machine back under her control and jammed the gas pedal down to the floor.

It wasn't enough. When she got close to the dead end that would force her to make another turn, the back end of the car exploded. The force of it threw Integra into the dashboard and her head slammed against the windshield. The car skidded sideways and turned over onto it's side – trapping her door against the pavement. Feeling blood ooze from a deep gash just below her hairline, the knight struggled to unfasten her seat belt to get the hell out of the car. Her means of escape was now a death trap. Once she was no longer restrained to her seat, she reached back and searched the backseat for her weapons. With Walter telling her leave him so suddenly, she had left her weapons back there without thinking. Cromwell was beyond her reach, but her fingers closed around the sheath of her sword. It wasn't the best option in the world against monsters with guns, but it would have to do. When one of the vampires leapt on top of car and ripped off the door with the intention of pulling her out, she surged forward and sliced his head clean off.

The sight of woman brandishing a blade at them was apparently stunning enough to give the Nazis pause. They all stared at her for a moment before their leader stepped forward with a wide grin on his face. His fangs flashed in the firelight.

"All the vonderful zhings ve've heard about you, and you actually zhink you can fight us vith a sword." he mocked. "Give it up. You're surrounded. If you surrender, ve may be merciful enough to kill you quickly."

She glared them down, furious beyond anything she had ever felt in her life. The blade of her sword flashed red and orange as she raised it in preparation to fight them off.

"I never surrender." she spat at them. "Come on. I'll slaughter each and every one of you bastards."

They started laughing. They thought it was funny. The sound only fueled Integra's anger further. For anything, especially a monster, to demand her surrender was the highest insult. A Hellsing never backed down from a fight, and never gave up. As they moved closer, she solidified her stance. If she was going to die, she fully intended to bring all of them along with her. But before any of them got close enough for her to strike, a bayonet flew through the air and plunged into the leader's forehead. The other Nazis looked up in shock.

Integra looked up as well. On the roof of the building behind her, Alexander Anderson was standing, surrounding by a large group of black-robed priests. It was so ironic, she almost wanted to laugh. In her dark hour, who had come to her rescue but the God-damned Iscariots.

Anderson leapt down first, followed by the blonde haired priest and the insane nun who had been present during their first meeting at the Vatican. The others followed, chanting some arcane sounding battle hymn that was unique to their order. The lady knight had only to step back and sheath her sword as they butchered the vampiric assembly that had them surrounded. She was already injured. There was no use wasting valuable energy when the Iscariots were taking care of them well enough on their own. She took the opportunity to fish her gun out of the backseat of her mangled car.

When the Nazis were reduced to piles of dust on the ground, the blonde priest, Heinkel, she remembered, glanced in her direction.

"Archbishop Maxwell hast ordered that you be taken into our custody." he said, then jerked his head at the other priests standing around. "Disarm her."

Integra just quirked a brow. So Maxwell was an Archbishop now? She had lived through far too much to be intimidated by such a threat, and she wasn't about to allow herself to be taken into anyone's custody. She reached into her coat and felt for her cigar tin. They hadn't been thrown out during the crash. She put one of them between her lips, then searched for her lighter. That, unfortunately, hadn't been as lucky as her cigars. She looked at the men surrounding her.

"Do any of you happen to have a light?" she asked.

Heinkel blinked at her, looking befuddled. "Vhat?"

"A light." Integra repeated. "For my cigar."

The man sputtered and looked around. It seemed that he was completely taken aback by her lack of reaction to their threat. Finally, he reached into his breast pocket to retrieve a lighter, and lit the tip of her cigar for her. The knight breathed in the first wave of smoke, then blew it out through her nostrils. Of all of them, Anderson seemed to be the one who had a sense of honor she could reason with. She turned toward him.

"Are you truly going to overpower me by force when I'm alone here?" she questioned. "There's no possible way for me to resist you."

The priest studied her and let out a long breath of air. "Nae." he said. "We do tha' and we'd be like rapists."

The nun with wild black hair and katana gaped at him open-mouthed. "We can't let her go! Maxwell said..."

"I dinnae care wha' Maxwell said!" Anderson interrupted forcefully. "He's become power hungry and is nae thinking with his head. We cannae take her this way."

The priests all looked upset, but Father Anderson was obviously the one in charge. None of them would argue with him. Integra took another long drag of her cigar.

"I'm the leader of an organization, and my men need to be given orders." she told him. "I'm going home. But it's dangerous for a woman to walk the streets alone at a time like this. I wouldn't mind having an escort."

Anderson studied her a moment, then inclined his head. "Aye. We'll go with ye." he gestured to one of his men. "Find us a car we ca' use."

The whole lot of them began a march down the street, Integra at the front with all the priests following along behind her. She could hear their grumbling. Maxwell would throw a tantrum if he saw them now, the knight thought to herself. They had her surrounded and outnumbered, and still she got them to serve as her personal bodyguards.

Alucard's brother was less than 10 feet away from her, and every muscle in Syn's body was frozen in fear. She remembered every last detail of their last encounter. The torture, the pain... he had killed her. And with her body suddenly unable to move, she had no idea what she was supposed to do.

Alucard! she screamed in her mind. Your fucking brother is right fucking in front of me!

She heard his angry snarl and saw him ripping through the dozens of vampires around him. They had him surrounded, and more came rushing at him with every one of them he killed. The redhead shook herself out of looking through the vampires eyes when Radu took a step toward her.

"My friends are keeping him busy." he said, as if he knew she had been calling for him. "It would be a shame to be interrupted this time. I intend to finish what I started."

Syn began inching backwards as he approached. He wasn't like the others. Radu was more powerful. Second only to Alucard himself. He had killed her once, and he could do it again...But something made her pause. She knew more than she knew then. She was stronger than she was then. He tortured her to the point of death, and she had come back. Death could change you. Teach you things and twist your soul into something new and different.

She wasn't the same. Radu had taken things from her. Things that were precious. And she wanted them back.

"You want me, bastard?" she spat at him. "Come and get me."

Syn turned and ran as fast as her legs could carry her as he growled and leapt forward. She got around the corner and ducked into an open room before he was able to grab her. Once he had to get through a small opening to reach her, she raised both of her guns and fired at him. The silver bullets hit him in the chest, and he let out a pained snarl as they sizzled in his flesh. But he was still coming. He was too fast for her to hit his heart directly. She tossed her guns to the side and moved on to a new strategy. If he wanted to play rough, she could handle doing that now. When his fingers grabbed her arm and jerked her forward, she summoned up her shadows.

The gold eyed vampire was shocked enough by them that his grip loosened. Syn jerked herself free and landed a solid punch to his face. Radu fell back, clawing at the shadows that were tightening around his neck. He somehow managed to get them loose, and grabbed her again. Both of them hit the floor and rolled, the redhead clawing and screaming at him the whole time. His claws ripped at her, but she summoned up more shadows to keep his arms busy. They surrounded him with inky blackness and jerked him back. Syn rolled out from under him, and pushed him back up against the wall.

Her shadows held true this time. He struggled, growled, and snarled at her like a fiend from hell. But he was unable to break through them.

"You deceitful little bitch!" he howled at her. "How! You're human!"

Syn grinned in a way that would have made Alucard proud. Payback was a bitch.

"Radu," she said sweetly, pulling out her pocketknife and flipping it open. "Has anyone ever told you how pretty your ears are?"

The vampire went still, and she saw the first flicker of fear in his eyes. Good, she thought. She wanted the bastard to be sniveling in terror when she was through with him. She murmured a blessing over the blade, and her shadows tightened around his neck, jerking his head to the side.

"No!"

He let out a pained scream as she sliced through his ear. She tossed the bloody piece of flesh to the side and turned her attention to his hands.

"And such lovely hands..." she told him. "It would be such a shame if you couldn't use them."

She slammed her booted foot down onto one of them, grinding it down onto the floor to make sure the bones snapped. Radu screamed again, and lurched forward, trying desperately to either free himself or do some damage to her. She just tightened her shadows grip and stomped down on his fingers again.

"This is for everything you did to me." she shouted at him. "Everything you took away. Every drop of blood you spilled. I'm taking every fucking bit of it back."

She was pretty sure she had broken every bone in his right hand and was grinding the heel of her boot down on his left when she felt Alucard behind her. Without removing her foot, she glanced over her shoulder and found him staring at her, his eyes lit up with approval at what he saw.

"Your brother screams like a little girl." she told him, then slammed her foot down again. Radu made a high pitched, broken sound. "Did I interrupt your fun with the Nazis?"

The No Life King gave her a look he usually reserved for the times he wanted to drag her down to the floor to have his way with her. "Not at all, little goddess." he purred. "I'm finding this much more entertaining."

Syn glanced back at the vampire she had pinned to the wall. Radu was spitting out a stream of Romanian at her that sounded like curses. Or maybe he was begging. She wasn't entirely sure, but she found she didn't really care either way.

"Alucard, your favorite method of execution is impalement, right?" she asked.

She felt him step forward and jerk her back against him. When he spoke, it was a low, seductive sounding growl in her ear.

"It is indeed, my dear."

She turned to meet his eyes, and was pleased to see the fire burning in them. She loved that look.

"Show me."

Nothing more had to be said. Alucard let go of her in a smooth motion and moved toward Radu like a stalking cat. He jerked him up from the floor by the hair and pulled him over. The redhead was pretty sure she heard the snapping of bones as Radu struggled to get away. The No Life King's grip was too strong, and her shadows were still too tight around his limbs to keep him from making too much progress. Alucard forced him down on his knees, and put his foot on the back of his neck to keep him still.

"Would you break off one of the table legs for me?" he asked her, his voice almost sweet sounding.

Syn wasn't physically strong enough to break a table on her own, so she shot several rounds into the spot where the two pieces of wood were joined. When it was weak enough, she gave the leg a solid kick to knock it free. The table collapsed on the floor. She wondered if Integra would be pissed at her for destroying a piece of her furniture, then figured she'd probably forgive her when she found out why she'd done it. She handed the heavy piece of wood to Alucard, and Radu started screaming in earnest when he saw it.

"He doesn't sound too happy." she commented idly.

"As well he shouldn't." Alucard replied with an evil looking grin. "Being impaled is one of the worst ways to die..."

Without another word, Syn got an eyeful of exactly how properly impaling someone was done. Had it been anyone else, she might have thought it horrifying. But since it was Radu... well, she couldn't find it within her to feel anything more than intense satisfaction. Maybe that made her a horrible person. She didn't know, and she honestly didn't care. He deserved it. With the bloody shaft of wood shoved through him so far it protruded from his mouth, the bastard convulsed, then crumbled to dust.

Radu was dead. Gone in a heartbeat like he was never there. The only things that remained of him were the ear she sliced off, and two teeth that lay in the pile of ash. She blinked at them curiously. The table leg had knocked his fangs out. How appropriate. To a vampire, that was almost like being castrated. She reached down to pick them up, then blew the dust away.

"I think I'll keep these." she said, sliding them into her pocket. She gave Alucard a sideways glance. "Unless you want them?"

His crimson eyes burned at her, and she found herself pinned up against the wall. "Keep them." he growled, then captured her mouth in a deep, probing kiss.

I could take you right here. His voice snarled into her head.

Syn would have let him too. On top of the whole 'horniness from using his powers' thing, she was riding a pretty big high that came from beating the ever living shit out of an extremely powerful vampire. Maybe that was why Alucard enjoyed killing things so much. It felt amazing. The redhead thought she might start floating up off the floor. Of course, it could have been the No Life King's tongue in her mouth that was doing that. That usually made her feel like floating too.

A series of loud booms sounded overhead, making the house shake. Then, almost as quickly, everything grew eerily quiet. There were no more gunshots, no more booms from the cannons... Something was going on up there.

An ear-piercing shriek echoed through the house, and Alucard's eyes jerked back and looked up at the ceiling. It was a feminine scream, and there was only one other female in the house aside from Syn.

"Seras!"
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