The Last Aria
The Atlantic Ocean – Just Before Sunrise
The Millennium aircraft carrier, Wunderflamme, cut through the black water like a monster from myth. On deck, vampire soldiers stood at attention. Nazi banners flapped in the ocean wind.
And at the edge of the flight deck, violin in hand, stood Rip Van Winkle.
She was humming a dark tune—an aria of war and longing. Her long rifle leaned against her leg like a lover. Her eyes were closed.
And then…
The shadows rippled.
A black coffin rose from the sea, water boiling around it.
It creaked open with the sound of a church bell breaking.
Alucard stepped out, soaked in sea brine and malice, his red coat billowing as if it had caught fire.
Rip's eyes snapped open.
"Der Hund von Hellsing…" she whispered, smiling with wicked delight. "You've come to die beautifully, haven't you?"
Alucard grinned, fangs glinting. "I've come for the music."
Rip raised her rifle with impossible speed and fired—
The bullet twisted midair, homing like a cursed ghost.
Alucard let it strike him clean in the heart.
His body dropped.
For three seconds.
Then he started laughing.
He stood up, the bullet sliding out of his chest like a rejected thought.
Rip fired again. Again. A dozen times.
Each time, Alucard regenerated faster. He advanced, shadows creeping around him like a cloak of wolves.
"You're beautiful when you sing," Alucard said. "But you're even prettier when you scream."
Rip snarled, chanting her magic, her bullets glowing blue. One hit his arm—and the shadows hissed.
"A new enchantment," he mused, surprised. "How delicious."
Rip began to float, hovering above the deck, arms stretched wide.
"I am Rip Van Winkle," she shouted in German. "The Huntress of Millennium! The aria of death! The bullet that never misses!"
Alucard took off his hat and bowed.
"And I am Alucard of Hellsing. The bullet you should have never fired."
Final Clash – Steel and Shadows
Rip unleashed everything—her rifle glowing like a supernova, bullets tearing holes through dimensions. The sky above the ship swirled with blood and fire.
But Alucard split into a thousand beasts—eyes in the dark, fangs in the wind, a maelstrom of death.
She screamed and fired one final shot.
He appeared behind her.
"Too slow."
His hand reached into her chest—not to kill, but to consume.
Rip Van Winkle's Last Words
She gasped, staring up at him.
"Will… you remember me?" she whispered.
Alucard's eyes glowed like hell's furnace.
"Forever."
He bit down.
Bridge of the Wunderflamme – Minutes Later
Vampires screamed. Officers fled. The ship began to tilt as fires ripped across its hull.
Alucard stood at the helm.
The radio crackled.
Integra's voice came through. "Status?"
Alucard answered, licking blood from his lips.
"Rip's song is over. The ship is mine."
Meanwhile – London
David stood alone in the dark, feeling a tremor ripple through his blood.
Seras stepped beside him. "What was that?"
David didn't answer at first. Then softly:
"Alucard just got stronger."
Location – Outside London, Hellsing Manor
Time: 02:43 AM
The moon was blood-red. The night was unnaturally still.
Zorin Blitz hovered above the ground like a vulture, her scythe dripping shadow, eyes glowing green with psychic poison. Behind her, a pack of Millennium vamps and freaks snarled and twitched with unnatural hunger.
Her voice hissed into the wind.
"Victoria Seras... I see your fear. I see your wounds. Let me open them."
Seras stepped out alone, eyes gold, power radiating in small pulses through her body. She wore a tactical vest soaked in blood—not hers—and dragged the Harkonnen cannon behind her like it weighed nothing.
"You want a piece of me?" she said, low and growling. "You'll choke on it."
Zorin laughed—and then the world shattered.
Inside the Illusion – The House of the Dead
Seras blinked—and she was in her old precinct.
The sound of screaming rang out. Blood pooled at her feet. Officers and civilians lay shredded, her captain's body slumped on the desk.
Then came her parents, standing in the door.
Dead. Shot. Bleeding.
Zorin stood behind them like a puppeteer, her scythe whispering nightmares into the walls.
"This is your truth," she cooed. "This is what you run from. All you've ever done… is survive. And for what?"
Seras trembled. "You… you don't know me."
"Oh, but I do. You're still that scared little girl, hiding behind her master's shadow."
Zorin lunged—teeth bared—
And Seras snapped.
Back in Reality – The Blood Awakens
Seras screamed—and her true power erupted.
The illusion shattered like glass.
Zorin stumbled backward, blinking in disbelief.
Seras was floating now. Hair wild. Fangs fully out. Her eyes burned with both rage and control. A massive blood wing stretched out from her back like a banner of war.
"You think I'm hiding?" Seras roared.
She raised her Harkonnen and unloaded hell.
Zorin barely dodged, her scythe clashing against the bullets, bending light and space to twist trajectories—but Seras kept moving, faster now, her body darting midair like a bat from hell.
Zorin tried to re-enter her mind—
But Seras grinned. "Not this time, witch."
With a roar, she tackled Zorin out of the air and slammed her into the earth hard enough to crater the ground.
Zorin coughed blood, eyes wide. "Impossible… you should be broken…"
Seras leaned in close.
"I'm not the girl in the precinct anymore. I'm a Hellsing vampire… and you're in my house."
She fired the cannon point-blank.
BOOM.
The explosion lit up the night for miles.
Aftermath – Smoking Crater
David arrived seconds later, slicing through stragglers and burning corpses.
He landed beside Seras, who was still panting, her eyes flickering back to calm.
Zorin's body was half-melted, ash blowing in the wind.
David offered her a hand. "You okay?"
Seras nodded. "She tried to drag me into the past."
David smirked. "Didn't work, huh?"
She looked at him with a wild glint in her eyes.
"It just reminded me who I am."
Elsewhere – Millennium HQ
The Major crushed a glass in his hand.
"That... was unexpected."
The Doctor frowned. "She's awakening too fast."
The Major stared at the map of the UK—three red marks now blinking. Tobal Kane. Rip Van Winkle. Zorin Blitz.
One by one... falling.
"Then we'll stop holding back."