Let's hear it for sort of quick updates! Ya hoo!

So shortly after I published the first chapter, I kept thinking about what Tank's earrings would be, and I really liked the idea of the spikes on her upper ear, so I actually got them! :P maybe I'll put a picture on deviant art or something, and let you guys see exactly what her ears would look like.

Also, I've never written conflict or physical fights before, so tell me how I did!

ALSO-

Silent mental thoughts- italic, la la la

Projected mental conversations (Alucard talking into heads) – "italics with quotations, la la la!"

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The ride to the hotel had been rough in more ways than one. Not only had the terrain caused for sore bodies, but the atmosphere had been tense. As there had been so many troops on this mission, space within the vehicles had become limited, making for a cramped ride as well as a bumpy one. The claustrophobic environment had forced the men to be in close proximity with Tank, something none of them were hoping for. Fate seemed to be on those men's side, though, as Tank was silent the entire ride. Some men had begun to believe she was scared. Clutching her dog tags, eyes closed, mouthing something the men thought to be a prayer, as she began rocking back and forth.

Tank could feel herself begin to sweat, the droplets running down her back before being absorbed by the cotton of her shirt. She clutched her dog tags and closed her eyes. She listened to the whir of the tires, the quiet mumbling of the men. She felt the bumps in the road that had previously had her tags jumping about, she smelt the summer air, and felt her heartbeat slow.

It had been months since she had been on a mission, not since she had returned from Afghanistan. She mumbled a thanks to her superiors for getting this job. She obviously wasn't ready to rejoin the normal world quite yet, not when the promise of emptying a few magazines sent her body into tremors of excitement. She gave a soft rock back and forth, hoping to 'cool off'. She knew that a giddy soldier made foolish mistakes.

And so it went on like this until they arrived.

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"Alucard." The knight addressed sternly.

"Yes master." He replied sensually, purposely pushing her buttons.

"See if you can infiltrate the top floor and take out the two FREAKs. If I know my vampires, they'll be lounging about the penthouse like kings." Her eyebrows lowered, her cigar crunching from her teeth grinding into it.

"Try and leave the ghouls, I want to make my men work for their money." She lit a second cigar and turned her chair away, silently dismissing him. Wordlessly, he turned, his coat billowing behind him as he used the door to exit.

Within her mind, Integra heard a voice clear as day,

"Yes, Master."

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Tank heard the squeak of the brakes that every large vehicle seemed to have, and knew they had arrived. She filed out with the other men and made her way to the group that was forming at the edge of the field overlooking the resort. Walter had accompanied the squads and was giving them final instructions before they began their mission.

Through the curtain of trees hiding them, she looked down the small hill to the borders of the hotel. She could see the swirling lights of police cars, and yellow tape closing off the main paths to the resort.

"Now, gentlemen, before we begin," He unrolled a rather large sheet of paper, and adjusted his monocle. "The Hotel doubles as a resort, and is thankfully only five floors high. It served a distinct calibre of the wealthy, a summer getaway with thick walls to keep them from the world. As a result, its outdoor area will be even harder to empty than the inside. That's why both squads D and E will remain on the grounds and bottom floor, hunting down every ghoul in every square inch of land. Be it indoor gym, tennis courts, or salon." At this, the men chuckled. Tank waited to hear the instructions for squad A, she may be new, but she refused to work in a lower level squad. This was her first mission and she was eager to prove herself, as well as see if the vampires were all they were cracked up to be.

"Squads A, B and C will move up to the second floor through the stairs. Only Squad C will remain though. They shall wipe out any creatures on that floor, clearing every room, while Squads A and B move up another floor. B shall clear the third floor, while Squad A moves on to the Fourth. If any survivors are found at this time, secure a room and keep them all together. And finally," Walter lowered the diagram of the building. "We suspect that the FREAKs will be on the fifth floor, the penthouse suite."

Tank, and a few other soldiers, gave a scoff at this. Walter noticed and tank could see the amusement in his eyes.

"Squad A will parole the fourth floor and wait for squads B and C to arrive before taking on the fifth floor, understand?" The men gave a unanimous, silent nod, smart enough to keep quiet in the night.

"The police are waiting for us, and have secured a secret entry into the facility. Squads D and E," Two groups of men, presumably the squads, stood straighter and gave a salute. "Move Out!"

Tank watched as the men took the hill by storm, dodging the trees and sliding down to meet the men of the law.

Tank took this time to approach Walter, "Where is Squad A?" She demanded without any intended impatience or harsh tones in her voice.

"Why Miss Whitehorn, they are right over there, but if you wish not to work with them, you are most welcome to go with squad B." The girl turned to examine the group. She scanned over the twenty men and found the reason for Walter's doubts. Among them was the man she had 'assaulted' back at the mansion. She looked him up and down. He seemed capable enough, and Tank made her decision. "Don't worry old man; I can take care of myself." She made her way over to the squad, set on working with them. She stopped in front of them, and waited.

The men didn't take notice of her right away, but she didn't blame them too much, many soldiers were moving about, getting ready for the fight.

She let out a rough cough, and it caught their attention. They turned to face her, and she could tell they were nervous. The man she had had the scuffle with by far was the worst. He first appeared surprised, then agitated.

"What do you want?" He spat. Tank tried to contain her irritation as she replied.

"I'll be fighting with you guys, squad A right?" A few men nodded. "Great, then I suggest you get used to my presence." She moved forward to join them. As she passed the insufferable man, he gave a small growl. She returned it with an icy glare.

"Woah, Jake, lay off, she's just a girl." Jake, his name was Jake. Of course it was, guys named Jake were always asshats. And so was this guy, saying she was just a girl. She shoved past them both, going to compare weapons with the men.

She supposed the mission wouldn't be as fun as she had previously believed.

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Alucard licked the viscous liquid from his fingertips, relishing the taste. Though freak blood was bitter and nothing like a human's, it was a great improvement to the donor blood bags he usually received. The heat from the fresh kill was always superior to the chilled plasma offered to him by the Hellsing organisation.

He took a look around him. In his animalistic bloodlust, he never really took the time to observe his surroundings. This time, though, he was impressed with himself.

There was blood everywhere, even more so than usual. He knew the suite would practically have to be torn down and re-built. It was pooled on the ground, sprayed across the walls, smeared across the counters, tracked everywhere by many footprints, it was like a fine work of art.

He chuckled to himself, and gave a deep purr from deep inside his chest. He fixed his gaze on the corpses spread out across the room. An arm here, a liver there, lying about like the decor. Oh what a mess he had made.

He gathered up the largest pieces, mainly the torsos, and dumped them into the bathtub. The claw foot monstrosity began to pool with what little blood was left in the limbs and cavities.

He returned to the main room of the penthouse, and cast his shadows about, leaving the room in complete darkness. He took a seat on a chesterfield that seemed to be almost blood-free, and waited.

This mission was a test for the girl, so Integra had said, and he was going to make sure she was worth her salt.

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"Squad A, B and C, it's your turn! Move out!" Commanded Walter, motioning in the same direction the others had left. "C, go! B, next, A follow behind."

Tank watched as C made its way down the hill. Her heartbeat was rising, the sweat starting to roll down her back again. She gave her dog tags one last squeeze before tucking them under her shirt.

The men began their approach. They slid down the muddy hill, which was wet with dew. Tank could hear some troops clicking the magazines into their weapons. She was ready, so ready, to return to battle.

She could see the large fence surrounding the resort ahead. It was ten feet high, with barbed wire. Ridiculous, she thought, no matter how rich your clients are, you don't need a fence like that. If they didn't have such a stupid fence, I bet some of them could have run away.

Two police officers ushered them under the thick metal onto the premises. Tank stuck close to her group, noticing they didn't stop to regroup, or re-confirm their numbers before approaching the building. Good, they're not lollygaggers.

She heard a moan. Her gaze shot to the direction of the noise. There, not twenty feet away, was a ghoul. It's body was round, swollen after death, though the scruffy old man the ghoul once was could be seen through the bloated face. Its sallow skin hung off in sheets, left over from cuts, gashes and the killing blow. Tank could even make out a deep, mouth shaped wound on its neck. Rather than teeth marks, though, the whole chunk had been ripped from his body. She shuddered at the thought of this poor man's death.

"Well hey there, sunshine, come out to play?" Cooed one of the soldiers sarcastically, as he approached the ghoul. He then took a solid stance and raised his firearm. He took two shots, the second hitting the ghoul in the forehead. It fell with a thump onto the ground. Tank gave a growl,

"I thought we were supposed to be quiet?" she whisper-yelled at him. She noticed, without excitement, that it was the man fate seemed to want her to talk to.

"Yeah, until we gotta shoot one." A few men chuckled. She grumbled and stomped ahead. Not five minutes later, another ghoul showed up. This time a young woman, with even more wear and tear. Whoever had turned her to the side of the undead had had fun doing it. One of the men was making his way over when Tank rushed ahead of him. She took out one both of her recon tanto knives, one in each hand, and ran at the beast. She slammed one of the knives into the top of the monster's head, and slit it's throat with the other, effectively taking it down. Blood spurted onto her vest and arms.

The beast sunk to the ground, lifeless. Tank waited for her squad to catch up.

"Good god, you're a freak." Tank glared at him,

"Thanks." And lead them further.

"I am not doing that, she's nuts."

"Dude, Jake, it's cool, you don't have to, just shoot 'em."

"You will NOT shoot them, you will be quiet, we're attempting an element of surprise!" What an asshat.

"Fine, then you fight them off, girly." He glared at her. She wiped her brain-covered knife off on her vest.

"Oh I will."

It went on like that for the next half hour, while they made their way slowly to the building. She stalked ahead of the group, none of them knowing she had killed anything until they stumbled upon it. The bodies where only getting more and more gruesome. An old lady decapitated, a teenager with his eyes stabbed out and his head damn near sliced in half, it was becoming clear she was just as much a monster as what they were fighting.

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Alucard watched her. He followed her endlessly as she ruthlessly slayed each undead she came across. The only humans he could compare her to were Sir Integra and... his old self.

His chest rumbled, and he found his voice, laughing maniacally into the empty room.

He would very soon become impatient, if the mission took too long. He wanted her there now, he wanted his source of entertainment.

Soon, soon, he would look into the eyes of the warrior girl, and make her scream.

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Tank got the hotel before the men, regrouping with the rest. It became obvious to her that not many of the men, if any at all, had shared her commitment to keeping quiet. Most of the men were still clean, with nothing on them. A few had a splatter of blood here and there from shooting ghouls, but Tank, she was saturated. Her clothes had taken on a dark red, her hands were sticky, her hair was laying on her head, and she could feel the liquid beginning to pool in her boots.

The men stared at her in horror. She approached casually and took a seat on a lawn chair. The girl yanked an old rag out from behind the vest and wiped off her face, as the beads of blood were about to drip into her eyes and mouth. Then she wiped of her knives, knowing that they would be covered again soon. She put the handkerchief back, taking out another pair of socks. The men were watching her every move. She unlaced her boots, changed her blood-soaked socks, and tied the clunky shoes back up in record time. She wrung the socks out onto the cement, extracting a few drops before stuffing them carelessly into her pockets. Her squad then arrived, observing along with the other men. Lastly, Tank leaned over and squeezed the goop out of her hair. Because she was so short, when the blood spurted out of the jugulars, it tended to get all over her head. She wrung out what little hair she had, letting it drip all over the ground. She felt something in her hair. She picked it out and examined it. It was sizable chunk of grey matter. She tossed it onto the ground in the small puddle of blood. One of the soldiers gagged loudly.

"Oh, Jesus Christ you freak, that's enough." Said Jake, from her squad. She looked up and noticed all the men staring at her. The man who had gagged was bent over, facing away from the group. He gave a moan and a gurgle, but managed to say,

"I bet that's why her hair is so red..." The group turned to her again, giving her a look of disgust. She gave a hearty chuckle and slid the barrel of her gun, preparing the first round.

"Let's get this party started, guys!" She boasted, with a big grin.

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Okay, so I have a huge project presentation tomorrow, and I'm working on this.

So I've decided to finish it here, is six pages enough for you people? For now, it will have to be.