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

Ten years came and went, seeming to pass in the blink of an eye. It was strange. The older she got, the more Syn swore that time sped up. Before she knew it, she was pushing thirty one, had an almost eleven year old son, an eight year old 'niece', was claiming a draculina as an adopted daughter, a vampire mercenary Captain as her son-in-law, and a whole slew of soldiers as psuedo-sons. Anyone from the outside would have thought it was an odd... no, actually, they'd probably think it was a psychotic mish-mash of a family unit. Oh well, she thought, she'd never been accused of being 'normal' anyway.

It wasn't very long after their wedding when Integra found out she was pregnant. No one expected that to happen so fast. Alucard thought it was funny as hell and constantly tortured Edmund about wasting no time in knocking up his new bride. Her cousin just looked extremely proud of himself and took to bragging about it. Syn was pretty sure Integra gave him an immense amount of hell for claiming that 'he had really good aim' . Living in the same house with the knight while she was expecting had been an... interesting experience. She had been forced to give up smoking for nine months. Integral Hellsing going without her precious cigars for a long period of time was bad enough. Add to that the fact that she suffered from hormone imbalances that gave her mood swings... the woman had been a holy terror. Everyone in the house was lucky to have survived it.

Things finally calmed down once Constance was born. She was a pretty little thing with Edmund's light brown hair and Integra's icy blue eyes. As she grew up, it became apparent that she inherited an unusually appropriate mix of the knight's serious demeanor, softened by Ed's playful sense of humor. After spending so much time serving as Mihnea's nursemaid, Rebecca took up the job for the young Hellsing as well. The redhead wasn't quite sure how the girl managed to keep hold of her sanity while looking after two children who proved to be quite the rambunctious pair when they were together, but she seemed more than delighted to take on the challenge.

Since the two of them were only two years apart, Connie and Mihnea were close. The boy acted like her personal bodyguard. If anything was going on in the house, he made sure that she was with him. The redhead had no idea what he planned to do if something happened, but his brotherly display of protectiveness was adorable. They played together when they were little, then took all their lessons together as they grew older. Integra had been taught by private tutors at the house when she was young and she felt that was the best thing for them as well. It gave them both the personal attention that allowed them to flourish and learn faster than in a classroom filled with students. Syn and her cousin were responsible for teaching them the magical side of things. Both of them had begun learning at young ages, so they wanted to start with their children as soon as they felt they could handle the responsibility of it.

Syn began picking out more and more of Alucard's traits coming out in Mihnea the older he got. He looked a lot like him for one thing and he had the same devilish smile. She had absolutely no doubt that he was going to have girls fawning all over him when he got older. He already displayed traces of that 'bad boy' like charm so many found attractive. Very few things bothered him or made him upset, but when he got mad he got mad. Green eyes would glow red, and fangs would sprout out. The redhead had often wondered if he would have fangs since his teeth looked perfectly normal when they came in. They were there, but were only brought out by strong emotions. He was quiet as a damn mouse without even trying as well. He could scare the ever living shit out of people just by walking up behind them. Most of the time, he didn't intend to shock someone like that – it was just one of those odd quirks you had to get used to. Of course, that particular talent meant that he could go just about anywhere in the house without anyone noticing. There was always a strong sense that he had snuck around somewhere to snoop, but no one could ever actually prove he had done it. Alucard's opinion on the matter was: if you can't do something without being caught, then you have no business doing it. Syn wasn't quite sure if she agreed with that, but they couldn't really do anything without proof. Besides, he didn't do anything truly awful. The master vampire had taught him from a very young age that if he were directly told to do something, he was to obey the first time and that was it. There were no warnings or second chances. Alucard never actually had to lift a finger to get him to do anything. He just gave him a look, and it was over.

One of the other things about Mihnea getting older was that Syn began noticing that he had nightmares. He hadn't slept well when he was a baby and now she knew why. He remembered things that no ordinary child should be able to remember. The redhead had to search through her vast collection of books to find a recipe for something to make them go away so he could sleep at night. But that sort of thing was only a temporary fix. The dreams always came back eventually. It was heartbreaking to know he had to relive the suffering he had endured in his past and not have a way to put it to rest permanently.

Maybe that was one of the reasons why he started questioning his place in the family. By the time he was seven, he'd pretty much figured out that something about him was different. There were no pictures of him before he was 6 months old, and there were scars along his spine from where Millennium's scientists had tried and failed to place a chip in him to keep him under their control. None of these things could be explained away. Syn had been gobsmacked when he came to her and brought it up.

"Mom? I'm... not really yours, am I?" he asked her.

The redhead stared at him in shock. "Excuse me? Yes, you're mine!"

Mihnea looked troubled. "Not like Connie though. I... Where'd I come from?"

Hell, he already knew something was up. If she kept everything a secret, he would wind up finding out about it eventually and would probably hate her for lying. As much as she hated it, she had to tell him. It was better that way. So she dug out all the old documents and reports the vampires had recovered from the base in Brazil when they first found him, then sat her son down and explained things the best she could. Mihnea listened, took everything in, and looked... well, he looked like he had no idea what to think or how to react to it. The knowledge that he had been made and not born made him feel like a freak. And he actually asked her why they had wanted to keep him. He asked why.

"You listen to me, Mihnea." Syn told him seriously. "I may not have given birth to you, but you are mine. I'm your mother, and Alucard is your father. If someone were to do a blood test it would show you're ours. I don't care where you came from and I don't care what the original intent was. You are a part of me. You're a part of your father. We've loved you and accepted you as our son from the moment we laid eyes on you. That's all that matters. If you were orange and purple, had a mouth in the middle of your forehead, eighteen arms and legs, and goat horns coming out of the sides of your head, I'd still love you and want you."

He blinked at her, then when the mental image of what she described sank into his skull, he let out a small laugh. "I'm really glad I don't look that way."

"So am I." she admitted. "But it doesn't change anything. None of us can choose who we are or where we come from. I didn't choose to be what I am. There was a long time when I didn't like it. Sometimes I still don't. But the things that make you different from everyone else are the things that make you special. You accept them and move on. Even the things you don't like." She reached out and ruffled his hair. "Hold your head up and be proud, baby. You're my little prince, and don't let anyone tell you different. If someone doesn't like that, they can go screw themselves."

Their conversation made him feel better about the whole thing, but he still brooded over it for the longest time. It would have been hard for anyone, discovering something like that about themselves. She was sure it was something that was going to stick with him. He'd probably struggle with it off and on for the rest of his life. There were still things about herself that she struggled with. But eventually, he let go of the constant worry. They loved him regardless, and he could see that.

One of the other things the years had brought to them was a new working relationship with Iscariot. It would probably be better described as an extremely unhappy, forced truce. After Section Thirteen made royal fools of themselves with their 'ninth crusade' during the war, they had been roped into a peace agreement with Hellsing. Their actions caused the Vatican to loose a great deal of power and influence, but Catholicism was the single largest Christian denomination in the world, so it had to be acknowledged. The peace agreement was essentially created to enforce the boundary lines of where each of them could go and where they couldn't. Hellsing didn't trespass into Catholic territory, and Iscariot didn't butt their way into theirs. Breaking the agreement was to be taken as a declaration of war. Hellsing had already proven that they could wipe the Iscariots and any other Vatican organizations off the face of the earth if they wanted, so the collection of priests were careful not to overstep their boundaries. The peace treaty had to be renegotiated every two years to take new changes of the political climate and population into account. They would switch up which organization hosted. The most recent gathering of officials was hosted by Hellsing.

The bishop who took over Maxwell's position as the director of Iscariot was Father Makube. Syn had no idea where he was originally from, but it was the weirdest damn name she'd ever heard. He had heavy lidded, almost lazy looking eyes that made him look like he was always on the verge of falling asleep. It wasn't the sort of thing one wanted to look at while discussing serious matters. As all of them were in the third floor conference room arguing over whether or not a section of Northern England could be considered Vatican territory because of an increase in the Catholic population there, the redhead got a weird feeling. Not one of the bad feelings she got right before something terrible happened, but more of... a sense that something was going on that shouldn't be.

Why do I get the feeling our son is getting into trouble?

She felt a rise of interest in the mind of the master vampire sitting next to her. What would make you think that?

Because there's something that doesn't feel ri... Syn froze as she sensed something break.

Just like Jonas had done with her when she was younger, all of the books in her library that were too advanced or too dangerous for the children to be sticking their noses into had been locked away in a small room just off of her office. Most of them she hadn't understood, or hadn't been able to utilize until a few years ago so there was certainly no reason for them to be getting into them. In a couple of years, perhaps, but not now. There were multiple locks on the door, and she and Edmund had placed wards on it to ensure they couldn't get in there. They'd never know if someone got past the locks, but the wards they would feel. She shot a sideways glance at Edmund and saw a guarded, yet surprised look on his face. He had felt it too. Something had broken through their wards. There were only two other people in the house capable of performing magic. Jesus, she hadn't thought they were strong enough to pull up and control enough energy to do that yet. There was no way either of them could leave the meeting to check it out themselves, so Syn quietly summoned up Baskerville and sent the hellhound a mental command.

Get them out of that room, and don't let them do anything stupid.

No one really noticed the hellhound until he ran off and disappeared through one of the walls. Integra blinked, while the Iscariots all looked horrified. Syn cleared her throat.

"I'm so sorry." she apologized. "I just realized that I left my son without a babysitter."

Ed leaned over to whisper something into Integra's ear. The lady knight's good eye widened in understanding, then she straightened her shoulders.

"Only a momentary interruption, gentlemen." she told the collection of priests at the far end of the table. "Let us continue so we can get this over with."

The moment all the adults were locked up in the upstairs conference room, Mihnea and Constance began sneaking down the hallways of the second floor to get to Syn's office. They wanted to know what was going on in there, and they couldn't listen at the doors without getting caught. But there were other ways to listen in on conversations, and Mihnea was certain they lay in that secret room in his mother's office.

"You walk too loud." he whispered to Connie when he noticed the sound of her footsteps. He turned his back to her. "Climb on so I can carry you."

"Carry me!" she exclaimed as softly as possible, her blue eyes going wide. "You think you could actually pick me up?"

Mihnea huffed at her in annoyance. "Do you want to find out what's going on in that meeting or not?"

She gave him a sharp look, then sighed. "Fine." she conceded. "But don't you dare drop me."

The young Hellsing crawled up onto Mihnea's back and he carried her the rest of the way. He bent to lower her to the ground once they reached the door, then pulled a set of lock picks out of his back pocket. Uncle Ed was the best uncle in the world. He taught them all sorts of useful things. He fiddled with the lock for a few moments, then heard the latch click. They quickly ran inside, then gently closed the door behind them.

"Do you really think there's something in here that would work?" Constance asked as she looked around at all the books.

The dark headed boy nodded. "Mom has magic for everything." he had flipped through most of the books held on the shelves they could see and couldn't recall seeing anything that would work. That left only one option. He pointed at the restricted room. "It's probably in there."

Connie made no arguments about it. It had been her idea to break into his mother's office, so breaking into one more room wouldn't be any worse. They were on a mission, and were willing to do whatever was necessary to fulfill it. The girl stayed back, keeping an eye on the door while Mihnea took his lock picks to the various locks keeping the door closed.

"Constance Lucillia Hellsing!" an older man's voice exclaimed disapprovingly. "What the devil are you doing, girl?"

Both of their heads shot up and saw the spirit Cromwell standing in the large mirror on the wall next to Syn's desk. He had his arms crossed over his chest and didn't look the least bit happy about what he was seeing.

"Be quiet!" Connie said, waving a hand at him. "Someone will hear you!"

"Well, I certainly hope so! You have no business whatsoever snooping around in your aunt's office!"

"It's only snooping if you don't know what your looking for." Mihnea stated, working on the third of the locks. "We know exactly what we need. This is... secretly borrowing."

Lasher popped up next to Cromwell. He started jumping up and down when he saw the two young sneaks.

"Oooohhhh... You's can't go in there!" he exclaimed. "Mistress said those books was not good for Consty and Min Min to be reading yet!"

He hated that name his mother's spirit had come up with for him. It sounded like something you would call a two year old. Constance didn't look happy about her's either. It came dangerously close to 'constipation'.

"Please don't call me tha..."

Nyx and Jackal suddenly showed up.

"Connie! Oh no you're bloody not!" the female spirit exclaimed. "Do you know how much trouble you're going to get in!?"

The Jackal crossed his arms over his chest. "Alucard is going to tear your willis ass up when he finds out about this willis."

Mihnea made a face. "He wont find out." he said resolutely. "I never get caught."

Cromwell still looked upset. "This is most undignified behavior for a young lady and gentleman!"

"It's not undignified." Constance told him with a sniff. "I'm to be the leader here one day, so I need to know what's going on. It's perfectly reasonable for the Hellsing heir to listen in on a meeting."

"You're not the bloody leader yet!" Nyx said, getting upset herself.

Lasher kept bouncing. "Bad things happen when peoples say nothings ever happens to them! You's is jinxying yourselfs!"

"JINX willis!" the Jackal shouted at the young spirit. "It's willis jinx willis!"

Mihnea got through the last of the locks and put his lock picks away. "Put something over that thing so they'll go away." he told Connie.

The girl searched the room and found a large length of fabric. She tossed it over the mirror, making sure to hide all the glass.

"Oh no you willis DIDN'T willis!"

"Your mothers are going to hear about this!"

Constance stuck her tongue out at the now hidden mirror, then turned back around. "What's next?"

"There are wards on here." Mihnea commented, feeling their presence. "We have to break them."

"You think we can get through dad and aunt Syn's wards?"

"If we work together, we should be able to..." He reached out to take her hand. "If you help me raise the energy up, I'll push it."

They clasped hands and worked to raise up enough energy for the task. Neither of them had ever worked with something this big before. Syn's wards were tough on their own, and Ed's were placed on top of them. Connie's dad had a particular talent for protective wards. They'd have to break through both layers. When Mihnea thought they had enough, he focused on gathering the energy up, giving it a purpose, then directing it toward the door. The two layers of wards snapped into pieces. When they finally got the door open, the boy pulled Connie along with him to go inside and look around.

"Oh wow..." the young Hellsing breathed at the sight. "This is... wow."

Mihnea's mother had all sorts of things hidden away in there. The restricted books lined the walls in carefully ordered shelves. On the topmost shelves which were the most difficult to reach were spell materials and ingredients for things they hadn't learned about yet. There was also long strings of teeth draped from various hooks and corners of shelves. Vampire fangs his mother had kept as trophies from her kills. Connie looked up and noticed something.

"Is that... Is that a jar of fingers?"

Mihnea paused in his scan of the books to look over. He peered at the jar Constance was pointing at.

"No, those are toes." he corrected. "Nobody has fingers that short and fat."

"Well excuse me, Mr. Know It All." the girl snapped, putting her hands on her hips. "They could have come from a midget or something."

"Where would mom find enough midgets to fill that jar with fingers? That thing's bloody huge."

"I seriously doubt Aunt Syn goes traipsing around England lopping off people's toes. She probably bought them somewhere."

"See? I was right and you said it yourself. They're toes."

Connie went still, then growled at him through her teeth. "OOOOH... You... you... cad! One of these days I'm going to hit you!"

Mihnea stuck his tongue between his teeth and grinned in triumph before turning back to search the bookshelves for the volume they would need. He found one that looked promising, but went still when he heard something growl behind him. He slowly turned and looked down as Constance jumped back with a sharp gasp. Baskerville was standing there giving both of them a canine look of stern disapproval, each of his six eyes narrowed.

Crap on toast. They'd been found out. It wasn't long after the hellhound appeared that both of them heard their mothers' loud voices ringing out through the manor.

"MIHNEA!"

"CONSTANCE HELLSING! Get your ass up here RIGHT NOW!"

They looked at each other.

"You're the boss, so this is totally your fault." Mihnea hissed.

"Me?" Connie exclaimed. "You're the one who picked all the locks!"

"You told me too!"

"I did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

They finally quit arguing when they heard their names yelled out again. Shoulders slumped, they went up to the third floor to face the music.

Life at the Hellsing manor was always an interesting, if not somewhat frightening thing. Neither of them were really sure if they would survive. Their moms were scary when they got mad.

Thus, our story comes to a close. Woot woot! I am now going to throw a brief cyber party in celebration of actually finishing something ~balloons and confetti fall from the sky, and cake and ice cream is passed out to all~

Okie dokie, getting back to business:

I promised to tell what the sequel would be crossed with at the end of this chapter. The story itself will be named 'Black Magick' and it will be a Harry Potter crossover. I haven't read many good stories in that category and I am determined to provide one. Give me a few days to finish building up a surplus of chapters and I'll start posting.

In conclusion, I would like to thank all of the wonderful readers who have stuck with this story, even through my random 2 year break (extremely sorry for that). You guys are awesome. Much love to all, and peace out my peoples!
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