In truth the point of this fic is finished with, but I think this is the best way to wrap it up properly. Seras and Alucard are sent after the FREAK factory, with Revy and Eda tagging along. As you'd expect.

Revy and Eda sprinted down the road.

"Shouldn't we have taken the damn car?" Eda panted, not enjoying running in her long habit.

"Are you kiddin me?" Revy shot back, "we want to get there first so we can get a good front row seat. Vampire or not, I won't believe that cocksucker's a fighter unless I see him fighting."

Eda muttered something under her breath, likely a slur on Revy's behaviour, but the gunslinger ignored her. The pair darted quickly through side alleys, heading for the area that they knew was going to be hit by the two supposed vampires. Revy knew that red was not a natural eye colour, she knew that Alucard creeped her out and she knew that he displayed overwhelming homicidal tendancies, but there was no way vampires were real. But still, that didn't make it any less interesting.

Abruptly, Revy pulled up sharp.

"What?" Eda panted.

"Mercs."

Indeed there were. All the mercenaries and bounty hunters that had colonised the city both during and after the rampage of the Vampire Twins had been gathered here in the little lot next to a ware house.

"That's a lot of mercs."

"Yep." Revy glanced around, then pointed to a fire escape leading to a rooftop. "Up there, now."

"What the fuck Revy?"

Revy, already halfway up the ladder, turned and threw her gaze back down. "Do you want to get shot to bits. Those guys are trigger happy and on edge. They see anyone acting suspiciously and they're going to open fire."

Eda grumbled some more about having to keep moving in a habit, but she climbed up too.

On top of the building they had a panoramic view of the entire area, which was just as well. Hellsing had arrived.

Alucard simply marched out into the street, crossing it with a grin on his face, just like always. He halted halfway across as a man in a cheap suit came out to meet him as the mercenaries all ran for cover. Even from that distance his words could be heard.

"So, this is the famous Alucard. Well, your hunt ends here, cos I'm not going to let you get your hands on what's here. You know the drill man, bosses orders."

With a click of his fingers, the mercenaries opened fire.

Alucard just stood there. The first impact drove him back slightly, the next tore a chunk out of his shoulder, the next ripped half his face in two. Further hits shattered his legs, his arms and tore his ribcage open. Crimson splattered everywhere and ran in tepid pools and rivers. When the mercenaries stopped firing, Alucard fell like a stone. The crack of what was left of his skull hitting the ground threw lumps of greyish material, what remained of his brain matter, onto dark red of the blood soaked ground. The silence was deafening.

"That was it?" Revy muttered.

The man in charge went to take one step forward, when his head vanished. There was a muffled boom of a report and another shell smashed into the pile of dumpsters at the side of one of the building where several mercenaries were cowering. In a flash of white, red and yellow, they vanished, blackened forms outlines for a brief moment in light, before it consumed them. Another shell came out of nowhere and struck an individual gunman. Carrying him six feet, it let him give a choking scream before it blew, tearing innards loose and scattering viscera to the four winds.

"Look Revy!" Eda nearly screamed into her ear, pointing at the nosferatu's corpse.

Alucard was getting back up. His body, shattered though it was, was moving, seemingly of its own accord. But that was not everything. Globules of blood began to stream in towards the corpse, as did the chunks of smashed flesh that were dissolving into black smoke. Whipping up a storm, all the floating carnage began to force itself into the body of the fallen vampire. And through it all, that hideous grin manifested itself. Alucard was enjoying himself. Screams of terror rang through the entire compound as the nosferatu reached his full regeneration, then drew out his guns. It was only then that anyone saw the power of those weapons. The first shot sprayed blood and brains out of the skull of the first man it hit. His first shot from his black gun ripped the next mercenary in two. Alucard attacked. Speeding forward, three shots ripped the first group of mercenaries to shred, then a cannon shell struck the nearest set of cover and sent white hot shards of metal spraying in the directions of the other mercenaries. Now they could see Seras as well, advancing up the street, her giant cannon cradled in her arms. Fire and death sprouted from the muzzle as the Police Girl, who had seemed so innocent, unveiled her dark side. Her eyes were red, her fangs were bared and her pleasure overflowed as she ripped shell after shell into the hearts of her opponents.

Alucard stretched out one hand and gripped a running gun man by the throat. With a smile he tore the man in two. Showered in crimson, the vampire seemed in his element, his long prehensile tongue eagerly lapping up the blood that rained down on him. With his hand, he tore a jagged hole through the torso of his next victim. It was like watching some macabre ballet, as his skill and that of his partner left no enemy standing. A quick flick of his wrist tore a gash from stomach to shoulder of a nearby mercenary, sending innards to cover the ground. Seras opened fire once more, ripping four more apart. Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The two vampires stood amidst the carnage and savagely laughed.

"If they start making out in the middle of all that fuckin' gore, I swear I'll have a heart attack."

Revy nodded mutely. She was no stranger to violence and enjoyed the kill herself, but these guys enjoyed carnage. It was the difference between putting a bullet in your enemies head and shooting all his limbs off then ripping up his torso with your bare hands. Vampires, there was no longer any doubt as to what they were, although it might have been more apt to call them demons. The two seemed to collect themselves, Alucard reloading his guns, Seras pushing a new shell into her cannon. Then they started on the factory. Or rather, they tried. It blew up, shattering in the night, a brilliant blaze of yellow fire and smoke.

"Did you enjoy the show?"

The suave, sadistic voice of Alucard shook both women. He'd suddenly appeared behind them. As they spun to face him, Seras leaped all the way up to the top of the building in a single leap. This almost caused Revy to shiver. Both women were hard as nails though, and they held his gaze.

"So, do you think you could take me on now bar scum?"

Revy narrowed her eyes. "Fuck yeah!"

Alucard threw back his head and laughed, a laugh full of animalistic joy and pleasure.

"You could learn a little from this one Police Girl."

As they turned to go, Seras threw her glance back over her shoulder and said, "Please don't get involved in any more of this. You're lucky to still be human."

"Let's go Police Girl!"

The two vampires faded away into the darkness, doubtless off to return to their war and their hunts.

A block away, standing on the roof of a building, Balalaika observed the carnage and chaos the vampires had left in their wake. She'd seen Alucard get shot to bits and then get back up again. As well as his and Seras' slaughter they had inflicted upon the hapless mercenaries. She also suspected that whoever had set up the factory had jury rigged it to explode remotely once they felt it was in danger, which meant that they had prepared to fight Hellsing from the very beginning. Balalaika remembered the savagery of the two vampires. She remembered Integra's threat about loosing them on Roanapuar. For the first time in many years, since the first days of Afghanistan, Balalaika shivered involuntarily. She felt terror. Never again would she deal with vampires.

Integra Hellsing watched as the city of darkness faded away behind her. To no one else would she ever admit this, but meeting with someone like Balalaika had been somewhat stressful. She was skilled, relentless and utterly lethal. While Hellsing would never be brought down by something like Hotel Moscow, Integra still knew that someone like Balalaika would be far more than a match for anyone else if they had been on the same level. She was a woman to be respected, and feared.

As much as I think that Balalaika would be more than capable of chewing anyone else up and spitting them out again, something like the Hellsing Organization is a little too far out of her reach. Make no mistake though, that Integra is equally not stupid enough to bring the wrath of Hotel Moscow down on her own head. Even if Hellsing would win, they could probably be as decimated as they were by Millenium.