"So what you're saying is that to use Necromancy, you have to be dead?" Seras asked with a bit of disbelief.

"In essence, yes." said Mircea. "You see, on the brink of death, when you attempt to break free of the bonds of oblivion with every last ounce of your abilities, it opens a small floodgate of power that obeys the will to live. After that, however, you have to know the incantations to activate the spells."

"And that is how you survived, Brother. By blasting your way out from the ground." Alucard smirked. "Always were a show off."

"Interesting, to be sure, but what does Necromancy have to do with the current situation?" Seras shifted in her seat, tugging at the flight harness.

"Richard Belmont was a student of mine. He was fighting a group of Vampires in Austria several decades back when he was fatally wounded. His will to live allowed him to heal his wound. I found him several weeks later as he searched for book that dealt with arcane properties. He had vast potential for good, but something about the way he came into the abilities twisted his mind, corrupted it. And by result, the weave of the world's course of fate. The virus is affected by arcane means, made more virulent and easier to transfer through magic that has twisted the strands of reality."

"Which is how I come into the picture," Rip Van Winkle said, turning slightly. "With reality unraveling, tears are appearing and allowing things to slip through. In the reality where I am from, instead of absorbing me, you convinced me to return to your side and take up arms against Millennium. If not for the bridge that Schrödinger creates when he travels to a new location, I might not have survived the trip through the Weave."

"What else occurred in this world of yours?" Alucard asked.

"Well, London was sacked and the better part of Iscariot, The Knights of Malta, and various other Catholic organizations were routed when Millennium attacked London and you came back and were unlocked to your Level Zero restrictions."

"Ooh, sounds like I missed some fun through the flip of a coin," the vampire said with a slight pout.

"Not so much when you wound up fighting Walter after the Doc finished with him. He defeated you."

"What?" Seras cried out. Walter, old faithful Walter, had beaten her sire?

"He was chipped and very unstable. In the process of the battle he destroyed both of your guns and managed to destroy enough of your heart that your manipulations from Hellsing were destroyed, making you no more than a standard vampire."

"Fighting the Angel of Death to the death. Sounds glorious."

"You may yet get the chance," Mircea said as he banked the helicopter and started down towards a small clearing. "The Walter she spoke of also crossed the Weave, along with a few members of the Letzes Battalion."

"Great, we've got to fight them again." groaned the strawberry blonde.

"One good point, though. They're also trying to take out the makers of the virus. Belmont is shielded from their sight by way of his magiks, but only for so long. According to Schrödinger, they've already taken out Kane and a goodly portion of the tech staff."

"So they are taking care of the problem, and we get to go and help. Hope they leave us some fun." Alucard pulled the brim of his hat down and settled back as though to snooze.

"It's not quite that simple, Brother," said Mircea. "If the tears in the Weave remain, the fabric of the universe will collapse around itself and take both of our worlds with it."

"Great," said Seras. "How do we fix it?"

"Not a clue."

"Even better," she grumbled.

They stared at the carnage in the hallway. It looked much like the assault in the Hotel Rio that Seras had described. Integra looked around for signs of who had done it.

"This is ghastly," Rayne said. "I never left this much carnage in my wake."

Hunter looked at her. "Honestly, now,"

"Ok, almost never. At least I killed quick. Some of these look like they were left to bleed to death."

Integra knelt and examined the wounds on some of the bodies. "Looks like it was done with a knife, serrated and curved."

"It was," a voice said from down the hall. Turning, they saw a man in a white suit sauntering up towards them, a curved knife held reversed in his hand. Long blonde hair flowed behind him and round glasses sat on his nose. He had an air of complete confidence without arrogance. And yet, with all the blood on the ground an walls, not a speck on his suit. It was immaculate.

"Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing," he said coming to a stop several meters away. "How good to see you again."

Integra shook her head. "Luke Valentine," she said. "How is it that you still live? Alucard reported that he had obliterated you from existence when you raided our headquarters."

"Ah, that is where the rub lies. Apparently, reality has been stretched slightly. In my memory, I was not dispatched to your base, since it was believed that my brother Jan had more than enough support to destroy you and the Convention of Twelve. Obviously we were wrong, but we knew that all we amounted to were cogs in a machine." He looked at the other two standing there. "But you two, I have no recall of. You're not vampires but you're not human either. What are you?"

"We're special," Hunter said, feeling his stomach churn. Reality twisting to allow slain enemies to return? What the hell had gone on in this research facility?

"Must be something unique to this realm," the man said, musing to himself. "Dhampirs are unheard of save for fiction where I am from. But anyway, back to business." He turned and looked at Integra. "I have some business that I've always wanted to attend to, and now I can."

He settled down into a poised stance, knife hand drawing back for a strike. "My brother died at your hands. I would like to see you do the same."

And he leapt forward, knife coming around for a decapitating strike.

His strike was stopped as one of Rayne's blades snapped up to block while Integra rolled back.

"Stay out of this, bitch!" Luke shouted, trying to cut through her guard. "I'll deal with you in your own time!"

Hunter snapped up Cain, squeezing the trigger and launching a round at the man, only to see it stop in midair, just before falling to the ground in several pieces. He spun and found a tall lithe form standing in partial shadow at the other end of the hall, glimmering strands hanging from his hands.

"I believe that I will be your opponent," Walter said, his voice cooler and devoid of the warmth Hunter remembered. Then the wires flicked and he had to leap back to avoid their snare, the tip of his boot dropping to the ground as it was sliced.

Integra snapped up the pistol she held, but saw something out of the corner of her eye, turning to look. She set her jaw as she saw Belmont opening an access conduit and climbing inside. Seeing her friends engaged in combat, she tossed out her intentions to James and darted after the bastard that had caused all of this mess.

Rayne had trouble keeping up with the tall man's strikes, some of them coming so fast that they appeared as no more than lines of light as the blade reflected the amber glow from the lights that still worked. She already had a few minor wounds on her, but she had managed to tag him a few times in return.

Only problem was that he could regenerate without feeding.

Hunter raised Abel to fire, only to see the weapon fall to pieces in front of him, cut as clean as butter. He managed to get a round off from Cain as he shoulder rolled behind a steam pipe, giving him some temporary cover as he pulled a thermite charge from his pouch and rolled it at Walter.

It never even got half way before it was destroyed.

This is not good, he thought as he backpedaled quickly. He had seen those wires cleave steel and concrete as though they were gauze and tissue paper. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up as clumps of meat, and he wasn't sure if his healing abilities were still being affected by the virus.

"What's the matter? Afraid to face your better?" The dry rasp of Walter's voice slid down the hall as Hunter leaned his eye to the edge of the pipe cluster. "I don't know what you are, but you'll be done soon enough." A flicker of light was the only warning Hunter had before the cluster of pipes splintered and he felt the wires clip the back of his neck, drawing blood.

Shoulder rolling again, he snagged a piece of debris and held it in his free hand, dipping into his pocket as he returned to his feet. He made as though to fire at Walter and as the man flicked his wrist to create a defensive weave of his wires, the hunk of shattered concrete flew up towards the lone light source in that stretch of corridor, plunging it into relative darkness. Walter shifted his stance as he was thrown into sharp relief, the reflecting light from his monocle the only thing visible outside of his wires, glimmering as they floated on the air. Hunter watched as light slid down one, coming to a glimmering point at the azimuth of a curve.

Wait a moment, he thought, watching the wires again, seeing more gleams become shimmering points as the light flowed across them.

"You think to hide in the dark?" Walter taunted. "Such a lowly tactic. I may not have as sharp a night vision as you all, but I do know that if even by sheer coincidence I will hit you if I lash out enough."

As the wires flicked out, Hunter dropped to his back, watching the wires flash by over his head, then just before they retreated, he shoved his empty hand upwards, eyes closing for a moment in anticipation.

He felt the wires connect, then tug as they cut into his flesh, but the pain ended at the point of contact. No pain of limb loss, no gush of blood. Opening his eyes, he saw that the wires were digging into his flesh, but not cleaving it. He could see now what he had thought to be a trick of the light.

Walter's wires were not wires, but extremely flexible and thin blades, with a flat side and edges. And he had just managed to catch them by the flats. Leaping to his feet, he gave a sharp tug with his arm, seeing Walter stagger as he lost his balance.

Hunter changed his grip slightly, releasing his arm and making sure to keep his fingers on the flats of the wires, a little blood seeping from his fingers as he and Walter stood faced off across the length of the hall.

"You are the second person to be able to catch my wires," Walter said, his voice still dry but dripping with grudging respect. "I guess you will be a little more trouble to deal with." He flicked his other wrist, sending out a second set of strands.

Hunter hopped to the side before flicking his wrist, sending a ripple through the wires he gripped, causing them to tangle in the other strands his opponent held. He then fired a round from Cain, seeing the doppelganger of his old friend start ducking to dodge the attack. Grimmacing, Hunter took a half step forward and flicked his wrist again, watching the wires curl.

The curl traveled down the wires, till it wrapped around Walter's head. With a sharp tug, Hunter watched as the double dropped, head and body separate. He then dropped to his knees as his own pain reached him. He looked down and saw his hand, mangled and bleeding profusely. Ripping off a piece of his shirt, he started to bind his hand as best he could.

Rayne swept both of her blades out wide, knocking Luke's blow wide. He set himself for another pass when her boot heel swept down and across his face, snapping his body around with the impact. As he tried to right himself, she twisted her body, arms held out wide. The vampire dropped, rolling backwards to avoid the beheading strike and crouched for a moment to take stock of the situation.

"This might not be as easy as it seems, lady," he said, shifting his feet underneath him. She crossed her blades and he charged in again, knife flashing out.

A sharp roar went through the air, throwing him back as his shoulder exploded in a cloud of blood. He landed and gripped his wound for a second, knife laying unattended for a moment.

Hunter lowered his pistol, panting and sweating. "You got him?" he asked.

The redhead stood and flexed her neck, her left eye starting to glow. "Yeah," she said.

"All yours, then," Hunter said, turning and snatching up a pistol from a fallen guard. He noticed it was the next generation Desert Eagle, chambered in .454. He grabbed a few clips from the belt and hustled along after Integra.

Seras hopped out of the helicopter as Mircea slowed the rotors enough to kill the engine. A short youth stood across the way, ruffled ears flicking nervously.

"Schrödinger, any issues?" Rip asked as she climbed out as well.

"Big trouble," he said, looking back and forth. "More rips are opening, and I'm loosing evn more ground." He frowned. "I can't even leave this point now except by walking."

Mircea frowned. "Nowhere?"

"Not a single damn place besides here."

Mircea stood straighter and pointed at the compound across the way. "Then you stay here and guard the helicopter. Rip, there are three stands in the trees. Deal with them." As the vampress raised her new rifle, Mircea held out a hand palm forward, murmuring to himself.

"Now the ground belongs to the Hunters," the man said as the rifle roared, a bright streak cutting into the night. Rip cracked the breech and slammed in another shell as she directed the flight of her previous round.

Seras felt a sudden rush of power enter her veins as a brilliant light surrounded her former Master's brother, his hair ripping free of the clasp it was held in. For a few moments, he bore a striking resembleance to Alucard, save that his face was set in stern lines. "Sanctify in the name of the Light, Impure Souls of the living dead Hampered."

Seras couldn't fight off the urge to grin. "In the name of God, Impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation,"

Rip's rifle roared for a second time, this time the shell racing for the forward gates of the compound.

Ghostly figures began to form as Seras spoke the last word. She saw Gareth, Pickman, Fargason, and so many others.


The gates exploded.

Piano Intro

Tonight it's very clear
Cause we're both lying here
There's so many things I want to say
I will always love you
I would never leave you alone

Sometimes I just forget
Say things I might regret
It breaks my heart to see you crying
I don't wanna lose you
I could never make it alone

I am the man who will fight for your honour
I'll be the hero you're dreaming of
We'll live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

You keep me standing tall
You help me through it all
I'm always strong when you're beside me
I have always needed you
I could never make it alone

I am the man who will fight for your honour
I'll be the hero you've been dreaming of
We'll live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

Just like a knight in shining armor
From a long time ago
Just in time I will save the day
Take you to my castle far away


I am the man who will fight for your honour
I'll be the hero that you're dreaming of
We're gonna live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

We'll live forever
Knowing together that we
Did it all for the glory of love

We did it all for love
We did it all for love
We did it all for love
We did it all for love

Seras: What the...an update? I was enjoying my retirement, dammit!

James: Great.

Author: Oh give me a break. Between work, moving, school, and writing a full fledged novel and trying to get it published, I've been busy.

James: Technically our last story was a full novel.

Integra: Best to do the preview quickly, Seras.

Seras: In the next chapter, Hunter faces himself in more ways than one, master and student have a rematch, and the new team Hellsing tries to repair the fabric of reality.

Integra: Forgot one.

Seras: And Alucard gets a surprise.

Alucard: More than finding my brother hasn't been dead for centuries?

James: Wait, what's with the new ending theme?

Author: Second season ending theme.

James: Peter Cetera?

Seras: Hey, I like Peter Cetera. We played that at our wedding, remember?

James: Oh yeah...

Chapter 19: Personal Demons