Epilogue

Seras peered around Walter's room. Not much, similar to her own room. Not even photos of loved ones…but it wasn't cleaned out yet…Seras dismissed the thought he was a man who didn't keep ties. She glanced over to the book case. More then the average amount filled the shelves. She read the bindings, the usual ones were there. The ones to fill up a bookcase and make it look used, but there were quite a few with no writing on the side. Seras pulled one of the nameless books from the rest, she opened it. Half of it was blank but as she skimmed the front, she realised what it was. It was a diary of sorts. Not the normal one, but one of how he made the bullets of her guns. Seras smiled, hopefully with this book she could teach herself how to make her own bullets…but she had lost her guns. She had no idea where they were. But she had a suspicion that Alucard had taken back what was his. But that left her to find her 'demon'. With her prize she left the other books where they were, not wishing to intrude on the thoughts of another. She turned around and vanished into the wall.

Elena was tired, she silently cursed god. She wasn't much of a believer, yes, she'd been to all the churches and listened to the hymns and stories. Yet if God was testing us, he was more like a child, it was sick what was happening to the world. Also she remembered the prattle of priests about how God has some divine plan…ha, yeah right. Elena smiled slightly at the thought. She pushed the door to her office open, her glasses precariously perched at the end of her nose. But the thought of that woman…Rebecca. Who was she? An angel? A freak? Uncertain. Just another mystery to solve. The Vatican weren't revealing anything about her, they merely declared her missing presumed dead. But Elena couldn't remember anything after she stared into Seras' crimson eyes. The next thing she knew she was waking in her own bed. She felt the wood through her glove as she pushed the door open. She half expected a dark-clad figure leaning on her desk. A harsh reminder of her true nature. But Elena breathed a sigh of relief as no one was there. Yet the room still felt empty, she also wanted Walter to be there. His soft features and his sparkling bright eyes, showing warmth and giving her strength. But he was gone…so was her brother…she felt she would soon go insane with no one to lean on. But Elena mentally kicked herself at being so weak, she had to be strong. This war is not over, there have been casualties but she must keep going, she could not let their sacrifices be in vain. She smiled as she could almost see Walter's smile…but the image faded away as reality set in. The only one left to help her was that sadistic vampire. She still had not read the reports on her…but the photos showed her as a happy innocent girl. She feared her journey into the realms of insanity have tore the last of her innocence from her. Was there anything human left in there? The journey to her desk seemed long…but she knew it was her imagination, or the fact she was exhausted both mentally and physically. She reached her desk and leant on it for support. When something caught her eye. On the desk was a box, wrapped in gift paper…yet it was not happy. The paper was black and the ribbon was red…on closer inspection it was wet, with something crimson in colour.

Seras almost jumped as Elena's voice screamed in her head. She wanted her. So Seras sighed and placed Walter's book on her desk. Before vanishing and reappearing behind her master.

"You screamed?" Seras commented. Elena looked back at her, the daggers in her eyes. But she pointed to the box.

"I was startled…" Before stepping back away from her desk, Seras laughed openly at her. She no longer cared about what Elena thought about her. She reached the desk, sure enough on the desk was a gift wrapped box. "I think its for you." Seras smiled and picked up the box. The blood coated her gloves as she touched the ribbon. A note hung from the ribbon, Seras pulled off the note from the string.

Just something I picked up as a parting present. I look forward to the next time we meet. I will not abandon you, I will come for you.

Seras smiled, her fangs poking out from under her lip. She scrunched the note up and tossed it with perfect aim to the trash basket in the corner. Then she pulled the lid off the box, inside was her gun, the demon. She wondered where it had gone. But as long as she had it. That is all that really matters, without tidying up the mess she holstered the gun back in her coat and turned away. Elena didn't say anything, but the look on her face told her that the smell of blood was not as appealing to humans as to vampires. But Seras left her human master in her office and made her way back to her room. Her prison. Her solitude. Her thoughts drifted to the vampire called Helena…she never truly managed to talk to her. But she called her mind back to present as a man came running down the hallway. He crashed into Seras, normally she would have been thrown to the floor. But she remained standing and he instead was thrown to the floor. He looked up to her and mumbled an apology, she recognised the uniform of Hellsing. But she did not recognise him, she shot him a venomous glance and continued on her way. His eyes followed her as she walked away, before she heard him pick himself off the floor and rush into Elena's office.

Elena poked the box with her finger…it didn't move. It seemed like a normal box, but you never know…But she had to turn around when a slam from her door hitting the wall alerted her. One of the new drafted recruits ran into her office, he was flustered and worried.

"There's an important matter…" He tried to start formally, but it soon faded. "It's squad six, they were driving out the last remnants from the northeast coast they need backup!" Elena pulled back her brave exterior; she had to in front of the men.

"I'll send back up. Good work." The soldier relaxed slightly,

"I'll let them know. How many?" Elena opened the drawer to her cigars, before remembering she hated them, she didn't even know what possessed her to start.

"One."

Seras heard what had happened; she knew what she was doing. So not even waiting for orders she slunk away to the location of the trouble. Seras formed from the shadows into a street. It was dark, the street lamp were broken or severed, sparks flying from the wires. Cars lay crashed into walls or up heaved. Blood and corpses were strewn about.

'Looks like the creatures broke through here…' She thought. But a single street lamp remained untouched, it illuminated a wall of a house. Blood was smeared all over the wall. Seras neared the wall to see something was written on it. But she smiled and began to laugh at what it read.

'Free the No-life Queen!' Was in big letters as the main message written on the walls. Other similar blasphemous messages were written, some regarding her, others not. But Seras enjoyed the welcome before focusing back on her business. The sound of footsteps alerted her, but they were soft, almost as if they wore no shoes. A werewolf was walking down the street totally unaware of her presence. In his jaws was a man, clothed in the uniform of Hellsing! Seras wouldn't stand for that.

"Hey!" She shouted to it while pulling her gun out of her pocket. The werewolf's ears shifted trying to find her, but this werewolf was too new, too stupid to amuse her. So she rose her gun to head height and pulled the trigger. The werewolf's face was blown off, it was dead before it hit the floor. Seras glanced over the man, she heard no heartbeat. He was dead. A crash and gunshots alerted her to where the men were. She calmly walked to where they were, no hurry. She no longer cared whether they lived or died. But there were troops, so she should do something, just around the next corner she turned and saw what was happening. The scene brought a smile to her face, she loved carnage and bloodshed. It was so boring just waiting around for something to happen. The frightened faces of the police and soldiers looking up to the rooftops told her they were up there. But one of the policemen spotted her, he shot at her face. It cleaved the side of her face, but she shrugged it off and looked up to the rooftops. Her wound immediately healed as the Hellsing soldier grabbed the policeman by the shoulder and shook his head.

"Releasing control art restriction to level 3. Hold release until the targets re silenced…" She repeated and climbed effortlessly to the roof of a house. She stood on the tiles and scanned the scene. Figures stood on random roofs, shooting down on the man below. They had cornered them, but as she was about to move near one a shout caused her to falter. The shout came from a young man running down a back ally to her left, behind the house. Through the dark she spotted him, a young man dressed in the clothes of a troop from the British armed forces. He ran full pelt down the ally, ducking and dodging around the wheelie bins and trash bags. Seras watched as a great big black werewolf chased him down the ally, crashing into the bins and bags slowing it down, but not stopping. The man whirled around and fired.

This place was supposed to be secure, they were sent in with a few police to look for survivors of both humans and the supernatural to eliminate any threats. But it had gone terribly wrong; he was separated from his allies and was stuck and being chased down a dark ally. He could hardly see, just managing to dodge incoming bins and bags just in time. But he was tiring and could not run anymore; his whole family was killed when they broke through! At least he could try to take down this one with him. He stopped and whirled around, filling the oncoming monster with silver. But it wasn't slowing! The gaping maw was approaching…when all of a sudden a howl filled his ears as the werewolf fell dead. He opened his eyes to see a figure, but he could see no more…but luckily a street lamp flicked into life for a moment above him. Then he saw her…she couldn't be backup of any kind. She had to be one of them! She was dressed totally in black, a trench coat and wide-rimmed hat. Her glasses reflected the light for a second before the light fell dead. His heart leapt into his mouth, he couldn't see! Where was she? But the light flicked back to life. He jumped as she was so close…there faces were almost touching. But she only smiled; she lowered her face to show him her eyes. They were crimson…

"You aren't human…" He spoke. But at that the light went dead again, when he reached out to see if she was there he only found air. She was gone.

Seras allowed herself only a smell, nothing more. He was a virgin, she revelled in the smell. But she sped away back to her mission before she did anything…But she was fascinated by his eyes. They were a bright blue. They reminded her of something, or someone but she couldn't remember who. She couldn't think where she had seen those eyes before. An enemy? A friend? But she climbed back to where she was and spotted her first victim, a young vampire. He had a machine gun and pelted the shelter that held the survivors. Without a second thought she pierced him through the heart with her arm just like she did to that werewolf, the vampire fell as ash. But that alerted the others, as a rain of bullets hit her. Those bullets were made of lead, not silver. Pathetic.

"Wolfe!" A soldier shouted to him as he reached the shelter. The guns had a new target. And Peter Wolfe had a suspicion he knew who it was. But the colour left his face as a corpse hit the ground, the black garbed woman fell off the roof and hit the floor hard. Her blood soaked the roof and the wall, and it was slowly making its way over the floor. The vampires started to laugh…Wolfe gritted his teeth. What a suicidal thing to do. She was gone….But he looked back to see her moving! And she was laughing insanely…

"A gun can never kill a real vampire! At least, not a normal gun." She spoke, as she was reforming from the very shadows themselves she pulled out her gun. A very big and heavy looking gun, how can she even lift that thing? But with an unnatural aim she shot exactly three bullets, and three piles of ash fell from the roof. The bullets stopped. But was it safe to come out…? Wolfe decided to try…he stepped out of the shelter…but that in fact saved him. As a werewolf dove into the shelter from behind and Wolfe watched, as his teammates were ripped apart in seconds the woman noticed this and sent another bullet through the air and killed the werewolf instantly. But Wolfe fell to the floor, covered in the blood of both his comrades and his enemies…

Seras stood up off the floor, these creatures are nothing. Childs play…But she cursed as she let down her guard and the men were torn to shreds. But there was one left, the one with those eyes. She stood up and canned for anymore she missed behind her. But a voice caused her to turn around.

"Why are you doing this?" Seras turned to the voice. A woman standing on the far roof, she held the man she was interested in by the throat. "We are the same, I can help you escape!" But Seras sighed and reloaded her gun, the demon. The woman vampire pulled him close to her, using him as a shield. Her actions not following her words. "Please! We need you, our master's wishes are clear…" But Seras wasn't listening; she aimed her gun up at the pair. A sudden feeling of dejavu, this predicament seemed so familiar…but how?

"Hey!" She shouted. She spotted the name on his jacket. "I'm going to fire my gun now. Sorry, but it will rip through you before it hits the cockroach of a vampire behind you." Tears streamed down his face as he spoke.

"These bastards killed my family! I don't care anymore…" Seras really felt like she had done this somewhere before as she said.

"Why don't you come with me?" The lad opened his eyes and they locked with hers.

"Wha…" Seras kept her aim steady as ever.

"This is your choice, I cannot make it for you." She sensed the turmoil within him, but he soon answered.

"Yes…" Seras pulled the trigger. The bullet tore through him and into the woman vampire, she instantly fell as ash. But he was badly wounded and began to fall of the building. Seras sped forward like lightning, and caught him before he fell to the ground. He opened his eyes weakly, he tried to move, but couldn't. Seras had lost her grin and was slightly on edge because of the feeling she got from both feeling like she'd been here before and the fact that those bright blue eyes was staring into hers. She lowered him onto the floor. He smiled as she took off her glasses and placed them in her pocket, he was still silent, not wanting to break the moment, or perhaps couldn't. He coughed slightly and blood dribbled down the side of his mouth, but she didn't ay anything about that. Instead she silently lowered her head to his neck, he gave no objection. In fact she wasn't sure he was still conscious, but she could sense the pulse just under the surface. She knew the perfect place…his scent of virgin blood wafted over her as she was so close to him. Then she sank her fangs in and punctured the skin. The blood rushed to her mouth, she had not tasted blood this pure! Pure virgin blood, it was intoxicating! The moon high in the sky as the clouds began to roll in.

'It's a beautiful night…' Seras thought.

((AN: Hmmm, my last chapter was the longest….all well. So that's it for this story. Looks like theirs a new member of the family. I wonder what Alucard will think...But no matter, I will definitely do a sequel. When? Not certain, like I said before watch this space.))