Hellsing Ultimate: Equestria

by Kombatant Champion

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Sunset Shimmer, Crossover, Dark, Anthro, Applejack, Thriller, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Horror, Other, Fluttershy
Length: 25279

When the Hellsing Organization comes to Equestria, all hell will break loose.

Notice! Read these stories first before you read this one. It just clears up any confusion.
Read this one: Equestria: The Fallen Utopia
Then this one: Braveheart: The Untold Stories

Vampires. A species of man that is dead, yet undead. Not like a zombie, because zombies have no brain. A vampire has a brain. It can think. Make decisions. Kill. Choose to show no mercy. But the Hellsing Organization brings down monsters such as these. But in Integra Hellsing's words, "The best way to kill a vampire is with another more powerful vampire." When Integra is too old to continue to run the Hellsing Organization, she must choose another. Or rather two. Two beings from Equestria.

P.S. The Alucard in the story is a mix between the TFS Abridged Alucard and the actual Alucard from the anime

Rated Mature for Violence/Gore, Strong Language, and Sexual Themes

Original image by fiercewendigo.deviantart.com

Published 2015-12-10 23:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-26 02:43:00 UTC

Chapter 1: A Real Fucking Vampire

Braveheart was in his house in Canterlot, sitting at a small desk he had in the living room. The sound of pencil lead on paper was the only thing that could be heard. He wrote down his last couple of sentences to his letter and sent it off to Princess Twilight. With Celestia and Luna gone, he was the one to rule Equestria. As the last bits of the letter dissipated into smoke, Braveheart gave a sigh and put a hand to his forehead. Ever since his marriage with Sunset Shimmer, he hasn't been the same. He could still remember her death at the Crystal Empire all those years ago. He couldn't live without Sunset, so he had used an old time spell Twilight recommended to go back and kill Sombra before he killed Sunset. When Braveheart reverted back to his time, Sunset was still alive. He stood up and walked upstairs to his room. As he opened the door, Sunset Shimmer turned her head from a mirror. She gave Braveheart a warm smile as he stepped inside. He returned the smile.

“Hey hon',” he said.

“Hey,” Sunset replied. “You all right?”

“I'm fine,” Braveheart nodded. “Just...thinking, that's all.”

“About what?” Sunset asked.

“You wouldn't know,” Braveheart said, sitting down on the bed.

“You sure?” Sunset questioned. Braveheart nodded.

“It's complicated,” Braveheart quietly said.

“Well, feel free to talk about it if you want,” Sunset said. Braveheart closed his mechanical wings and laid down on the bed. He didn't get much time to rest though, as letter smoke flew in through the window and materialized into a scroll in front of him. He caught it quickly with his mechanical arm and looked over the seal.

“This isn't from Twilight,” Braveheart said, confused. He inspected the seal. It was a small shield shape divided into four sections. The upper part of the shield read “Hellsing”. Below it, in the top left section, read “We are on a mission from God.”

“Huh,” Sunset said. “That's odd. I've seen that symbol before.”

“Where?” Braveheart asked, looking at Sunset.

“Back in the human world,” Sunset explained. “But, it was merely a scrap of paper I found in the garbage one day. A kid had drawn it, but I never knew what it meant.”

“Interesting,” Braveheart said, looking back at the scroll. He opened it up and read it.

“Dear Braveheart,

There is something very important that I need you to do for me. Don't worry about how I know who you and Sunset Shimmer are. I'll explain later. I need you to take on the responsibility of maintaining the Hellsing Organization. I’m too old to keep going. Go to the border of Equestria at Manehattan Bay. I’ll be waiting for you and Sunset Shimmer there. I’ll explain everything then. Thank you in advance.
Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing”

Braveheart put the letter on his bedside table and stood up.

“Come on,” he said to Sunset. Sunset Shimmer nodded and picked up her tote. She slung it over her shoulder as Braveheart did so with his shoulder bag. Braveheart locked the door as they left and took Sunset’s wrists.

“Hold tight,” Braveheart suggested. Sunset nodded and gripped his wrists. Braveheart opened up his wings and took off with Sunset in tow.

Braveheart set Sunset Shimmer down before closing his wings mid-fly and dropping onto the wooden dock.

“All right,” Sunset said, looking around. “Where’s this Integra character?”

“We should know her when we see her,” Braveheart said. They looked around for a bit before noticing an older earth pony with a cigar in her mouth waving to them. They walked over. The mare had long, blonde hair that was greying, a tan coat, and a navy blue jacket with the Hellsing logo on the chest pocket and right sleeve. She had an eyepatch over her left eye.

“You must be Integra Hellsing,” Braveheart guessed, extending his mechanical arm. “Please excuse my…appendage.”

“Indeed I am,” Integra spoke, with a strong British accent. “And think nothing of your arm. My partner doesn’t even have one.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sunset apologized, shaking Integra’s hand.

“Don’t be,” Integra said. “She does just fine the way she is.”

“I see,” Braveheart nodded.

“Anyway, back to important matters,” Integra said. “As I said in my letter, I am too old to continue as head of the Hellsing Organization, and I want you two to fill in for me.”

“Why us?” Sunset asked.

“I have seen what Braveheart and you are capable of,” Integra explained. “Through alchemy and other magic, I’ve been able to see you two through space and time. I deducted that you two would make excellent suitors for the organization.” Braveheart put some thought into this. With Sunset Shimmer at his side, they could both focus on the organization, while also attending to royal matters in Equestria. Braveheart turned to Integra.

“Very well,” he agreed. “We’ll take on the responsibility.”

“Thank you,” Integra nodded. “There are a few things you should be aware of.”

“And what might those be?” Sunset asked.

“One of them is how vampire hunting works,” Integra said.

“Excuse me?” Braveheart asked, unsure if he had heard her correctly.

“Vampire hunting,” Integra repeated. “That’s the Hellsing Organization’s job. Excuse me if that wasn't made clear earlier. Vampires can only be killed with these specially designed bullets we’ve created, if pierced through the head or heart.” Integra pulled a small handgun from her jacket and removed the magazine. She took out a bullet and gave it to Braveheart. The casing was gold with a silvery tip.

“What are these made of?” Braveheart asked.

“These bullets are custom silver, mercury tipped, blessed rounds,” Integra said. “If something is shot with these bullets, it will not get back up.”

“Wow,” Sunset breathed, amazed. “Anything else?”

“Yes,” Integra said. “Two, actually. Once I’ve finished explaining everything, the organization will come here through magical means. Just so you’re aware.”

“And the last thing?” Braveheart questioned. Integra lightly shuddered.

“In the basement of your house will lie Hellsing’s darkest secret,” Integra said. “Go there. Give him these.” Integra pulled out two long barreled handguns. A silver one and a black one. The etching on them read “Casull” on the silver gun and “Jackal" on the black gun. “My assistant will help you if necessary,” Integra added. Braveheart nodded.

“Is that all?” he asked.

“That is all,” Integra replied. “Good luck to both of you.” Suddenly, Sunset and Braveheart felt a cold wind pass by with immense force. Braveheart held Sunset close to keep her warm. They closed their eyes until the gust of wind had passed. Once it did, they opened their eyes and saw Integra gone. They looked at each other with confusion, then Braveheart took up Sunset and flew back to Canterlot.

Upon arriving back at their home, Braveheart and Sunset Shimmer immediately realized that something was different. For one, a young mare with an appendage that flowed out of the socket, glowing red and black, was standing at the entrance. She had bright yellow hair, bright blue eyes, and a tan coat. She was also wearing a Hellsing jacket. In her living arm, she held a massive anti-tank rifle. The Harkonnen. Any ordinary pony would have needed another two just to lift it, but this mare held it like she would a handgun. Braveheart and Sunset were impressed.

“Welcome back,” the mare said in a young British voice. “Integra has told me all about you. My name is Seras Victoria.”

“A pleasure to meet you Miss Victoria,” Braveheart said, shaking her hand.

“Same to you,” Seras said with a smile. She and Sunset shook hands, and they all stepped inside. Braveheart felt something off about the rug where the hatch to the Assassin’s armory was. It was radiating with black smoke.

“Go ahead,” Seras urged. “I promise you, my master won’t hurt either of you.” Sunset and Braveheart looked at each other with worry. Braveheart pulled away the rug and broke the welds keeping the hatch shut. He carefully opened the hatch and stepped inside, Sunset right behind him. As Braveheart helped Sunset down, Seras hopped down with them. Her demonic appendage flowed over to the darkest corner of the armory, and the group walked over. Braveheart cast a light spell to see, and he and Sunset jumped at what they saw.

In the corner laid a pale corpse with a dark grey coat, wearing a black strait jacket keeping it contained. Its black hair was a mess behind its head, and its folded wings were bat-like. Sunset put a hoof to her mouth.

“Oh gosh…” she gasped.

“What is this?” Braveheart asked. “How is this corpse Hellsing’s darkest secret?” Seras put a hand on Sunset’s shoulder and turned her around.

“What are you doing?” Sunset asked.

“Please don’t freak out,” Seras said. “What I’m about to do may seem bad, but I assure you, I know what I’m doing.” Seras’s demon arm suddenly attacked Sunset, slashing open her side and spraying blood on the floor. Braveheart caught Sunset as she fell.

“What the hell was that!?!” Braveheart cried.

“Just wait,” Seras said.

“For what?!” Sunset raged. Braveheart pulled out a roll of bandages and started to wrap them around Sunset’s side. Seras didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. They all heard a small slurp coming from the corpse. They looked to see it hunched over, licking the blood off the stone floor. Sunset and Braveheart could only watch, panicked. The corpse stood up, breaking free from the sleeves of the strait jacket. It gave out an evil, demonic laugh that made Sunset shiver with fright.

“It’s good to be back!” The figure cried with a grin on its face. The figure turned to Seras.

“Hello Alucard,” Seras said. “My master.”

“Hello again, Police Girl,” Alucard said, in a deep, demonic voice. “How long have I been asleep this time?”

“18 years, if I recall correctly,” Seras said. Braveheart finished wrapping the bandages around Sunset’s waist. He stood back up and approached Alucard, revolver drawn.

“Who are you?” Braveheart asked. Alucard turned his head. His purple tinted eyes seemed to pierce through Braveheart's soul.

“In this new body, I have gained the ability of flight,” Alucard said. “But who I am remains the same.” His voice increased immensely in volume, almost to rival the Royal Canterlot Voice. “I AM THE NO LIFE KING! THE KING OF VAMPIRES! THE IMMORTAL MONSTER! I AM ALUCARD!” His voice reverted to normal. “But you may call me Alucard or The Crimson Fucker.” Seras facepalmed.

“Oh god,” she murmured. There was suddenly a knock on the door. Braveheart flew out of the armory and walked over to the door. He opened it up and found Fluttershy standing there. She was wearing a long red trench coat, white gloves with a black pentagon symbol on the back, rounded glasses that were very light reflective, and a wide red hat.

“Hello, Braveheart,” she quietly said.

“Hey Fluttershy,” Braveheart said. “What’s that you’re wearing?”

“Oh, it’s just a little something I felt like putting on,” Fluttershy replied. “I had it in my closet, and I kind of liked it. I thought I would look cool in it as Flutterbat.”

“I see,” Braveheart said. “Come on inside.” As Fluttershy walked inside, Sunset Shimmer climbed out of the armory as Seras and Alucard flew out. Fluttershy’s eyes went wide at the sight of Alucard.

“Oh my,” Fluttershy gasped. “What is that?”

“Allow me to introduce myself,” Alucard said. “I am Alucard. This one next to me is Police Girl.”

“Her actual name is Seras Victoria,” Sunset whispered to her. Fluttershy nodded.

“It’s nice to meet you, Alucard,” she said, shaking Alucard’s hand. “You too, Seras.” Seras tilted her head and gave a smile, revealing one of her fangs. That caused Fluttershy to step back.

“I won’t hurt you,” Seras said. “Don’t worry.” Fluttershy nodded. Alucard turned to Braveheart and Sunset. He kneeled down and put a fist over her chest.

“I am at your service, master Braveheart and master Sunset,” he said. Braveheart pulled out the Casull and the Jackal. He flipped them around to where the handles were facing Alucard. He looked up and gave a wicked grin. He stood up, took the guns and held them out.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you two,” Alucard chuckled. Fluttershy walked over to Alucard and took a look at the guns.

“What are these guns?” she asked.

“The Casull,” Alucard said, holding up the silver gun. “A semi-automatic handgun weighing 6 kilograms unloaded with a single stack magazine capacity of six .454 Casull cartridges plus one in the chamber. The barrel is 10 inches long and is too heavy and unwieldy for anyone else to use. But the gun is perfect for me.”

“That’s amazing,” Fluttershy breathed. Alucard moved on to the next gun.

“The Jackal,” he said, holding up the black pistol. “A specialized combat pistol made by my late ally, Walter C. Dornez for yours truly. The gun is 39 centimeters long and weighs 16 kilograms. It fires 6 armor piercing, blessed Macedonian silver jacketed, hollow tipped, explosive, 13 millimeter rounds per magazine, plus one more in the chamber. Nothing I shoot with this gun ever gets back up.”

“Damn,” Braveheart breathed. “Impressive description. I’d like to see these things in action.”

“You won’t have to wait long,” Sunset said, looking at her laptop. Braveheart ran over to her and inspected the recent news.

“There’s a vampire attack in Ponyville,” he announced. “Almost 50 innocent lives have already been taken. The vampires are currently at the town hall.” Alucard gave a shit-eating grin. He opened his mouth and put the slide of the Casull between his teeth. He turned his head, cocking the gun. He took out the Casull and did the same maneuver with the Jackal. Seras slid a massive round into her Harkonnen and put it over her shoulder.

“Knock, knock,” Alucard said.

“Who’s there?” Seras asked, smiling, her eyes now a shimmering red. Alucard grinned evilly.

“A real fucking vampire.”

Chapter 2: Bitch, I Eat People

The Ponyville town hall was darkened. Windows closed, blinds drawn, and doors locked. The mayor had been tied up to a chair and gagged. Dead corpses of the royal guard laid on the floor. Pony ghouls feasted on the corpses, noisily chewing and crunching on flesh. Two vampire ponies stood at the closed window. The female vampire pony licked a bit of blood off of her arm.

“Such a mess,” she grumbled.

“What does it matter?” the male one said. “We can keep going as immortal vampire ponies.”

“Indeed brother,” the sister said. The mayor was grumbling in her gag, spewing muffled curses at the vampire ponies.

“Oh, shut up, you old hag,” the brother said. “Don’t worry. We still have plans for you.” There was suddenly a knock on the town hall door.

“Hold on,” the brother said. He picked up an Uzi and walked up to the door. “Who is it!?” he called. A barrage of bullets blasted through the door, all of them scoring direct hits on the vampire pony. He hit the wall and fell to the floor, writhing in agony. A shadowy figure with glowing purple eyes slowly walked toward him.

“Who are you?!” he cried. The figure grabbed him by the throat and held him against the wall. The brother gasped for air. The figure grinned, showing its pointed teeth. It flattened out its free right hand.

“Name’s Alucard, bitch,” the figure hissed. It drove its hand through the brother’s heart, spraying blood on the figure’s arm and hand. The figure turned his arm, splitting the heart. The vampire pony burst into blue flames before becoming nothing more than a red stain on the wall in the shape of the sun. The sister was horrified. She ran over to the mayor to end her life quickly, but before she took but a few steps, her head was blown clean off in a shower of blood and broken window glass. Her neck turned into a fountain as blood spewed from it. The headless corpse fell on its knees before falling forward, spraying a bit of blood on the mayor. Further away, sitting on a Ponyville house in the shade of a chimney, Seras slid another massive round into her Harkonnen, the empty shell dropping onto the ground. Fluttershy ran into the town hall and undid the ropes holding the mayor to the chair and removed the gag.

“Thank you, Fluttershy,” Mayor Mare said. “Those things were about to kill me.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble,” Fluttershy said. “It’s just our job.”

“Well, tell your friend here that I said many thanks,” Mayor Mare requested. “Now, I need someone to clean up this mess.”

“Alucard,” Fluttershy called.

“On it,” Alucard nodded. As Mayor Mare left the building for her own house to clean up, the sound of Alucard drinking blood and absorbing more souls could be heard.

~~~

Back at Braveheart’s house, he and Sunset Shimmer anxiously awaited for Alucard, Seras, and Fluttershy to return. They didn’t come through the front door. Alucard had teleported them all to the armory. Braveheart was chilling on the couch when the home phone rang with Alucard on the line. He put him on speaker and listened to his report. When Alucard finished, Braveheart made sure he heard him right.

“So that’s your field report?” Braveheart asked.

“Yep,” Alucard confirmed.

“So you broke into the town hall?”

“Yep.”

“And you shot him 36 times?”

“37,” Alucard corrected.

“And you took out his partner?” Braveheart continued.

“To be fair, that was the Police Girl.”

“OK then,” Braveheart shrugged.

“All right, listen,” Sunset Shimmer said. “You’ve got an assignment in Cloudsdale.”

“Ooh,” Alucard grinned. “I’ve never hunted down a Pegasus before. Do you think if I shoot them with my gun rainbows will explode everywhere?”

“Sweet Celestia,” Sunset grumbled.

“Just get to Cloudsdale,” Braveheart said. “Kill the vampire that’s taken over the Wonderbolts Academy. And bring Fluttershy with you.”

“Yes, sir,” Alucard said. He hung up and Sunset looked out the window to see the group fly off to Cloudsdale.

~~~

At Sweet Apple Acres, Applejack, Big Macintosh, and Applebloom just finished a haul of apple harvesting. Applejack pulled out a rag and wiped her brow.

“Damn,” she breathed. “Great haul today, ya’ll.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac nodded. Applebloom plopped down on the grass.

“Ah’m beat,” she said. “Ah’m gonna head upstairs.”

“Eeyup,” Big Mac agreed.

“Go ahead you two,” Applejack said. “Ah need ta take care a’ somethin’.”

“All righty then,” Applebloom waved. Applejack waved back and walked towards the old, run down shed. She pulled the key out of her pocket and undid the lock. She stepped inside and closed the door. With a small skylight on the ceiling, a minimal amount of light poured into the dark shed. Applejack slipped out of her farm outfit and work boots, almost exposing her tanned body. Not wasting time, she slid into a black dress shirt and pants, as well as dark grey dress shoes. She put on a light grey robe and slipped two white gloves on. On the backs of them read, “Celestia is With Us.” Behind the writing was a black sun outline. Applejack pulled a long golden chain necklace over the back of her neck. The pendant in the middle of the necklace was a golden outline of the sun. She opened up a drawer and pulled out a small case. She opened it up and pulled out a pair of rounded glasses. As she put them on her face, they refracted the dim light and intensified it. She took two long bayonets off the walls and slid them up her sleeves. She grabbed a small book from the table and tucked it away underneath her robe. The phone on the table rang. Applejack picked it up.

“Hello?” she quietly asked.

“Applejack, it’s Twilight.”

“Good ta hear from ya, Twi,” Applejack said. “Somethin’ the matter?”

“No,” Twilight said. “I have an assignment for you.”

“What’s that?” Applejack wondered.

“There’s been a vampire pony sighting in Cloudsdale,” Twilight responded. “I need you to take care of it.”

“Twilight, you know Ah can’t do that. Ah’m not a Pegasus.”

“I know, but that book I gave you has several nonverbal spells in it that should take care of that.”

“All right,” Applejack agreed. “Ah’ll get there as soon as Ah can.”

“Thank you,” Twilight said. “Serve Celestia with honor.”

“And bring peace ta Equestria.” Twilight hung up the phone. Applejack put down her end and opened up her book. Golden pages surrounded her, teleporting her to Cloudsdale, while giving her cloud walking ability at the same time.

~~~

Alucard, Seras, and Fluttershy arrived at Cloudsdale after nightfall. Fluttershy directed Alucard and Seras to the Wonderbolt Academy. Upon reaching the building, Alucard opened the door, revealing a large group of ghouls. They growled and hobbled toward Alucard. Fluttershy gave a whimper.

“Stay back,” Seras ordered. “We'll handle this.” Fluttershy nodded and covered her ears. Alucard pulled out the Jackal and stuck it into a ghoul's mouth. He grinned and pulled the trigger, blasting blood, brains, and skull all over the ceiling. A ghoul held up a pistol, ready to fire, but Alucard shot its head off before it squeezed off a shot. Seras took aim and blasted away a row of ghouls. Fluttershy watched, fascinated and frightened at the same time.

“Hey, Fluttershy,” Alucard called over the growls of the ghouls. “You should totally join in. Seriously, there's like, 40 zombies in here. Just one shot to the head and they explode.” He shot another round from the Jackal, causing a ghoul's head to blow up, proving his point. Fluttershy picked up a fallen pistol and pointed it at the last ghoul. Her hands were shaking.

“I...I can't,” she stammered. Seras stepped behind her and put a hand on her shoulder while sliding a blessed bullet into an empty magazine.

“Just try to relax,” she advised, removing the current magazine and replacing it with the single blessed bullet. “These aren't ponies you're shooting at. They're monsters. Just breathe, aim for the head, and squeeze the trigger.” Fluttershy took a deep breath and let it out. She held up the gun in both hands and aimed down the sight. She told herself over and over, “These aren't ponies. They're monsters.” She took another breath and applied a bit of pressure to the trigger, slowly inching it to the firing point.

“Take your time,” Alucard said. Fluttershy narrowed her eyes and prepared to take the shot. Her eyes turned a vampire's red. A great many blades suddenly pierced the ghoul's heart, head, and everywhere else. Alucard and Seras stepped in front of Fluttershy to defend her. As her eyes reverted to normal, Fluttershy lowered her gun. The ghoul disintegrated into ash.

“Suddenly, it reeks of work sweat in here,” Alucard commented. In the silence of the night, faint footsteps could be heard around the corner. As the three ponies waited, a mare in a grey robe with reflective glasses slowly stepped around the hall corner. Her hair was blonde and hanging in a ponytail behind her head with a red band at the base. She held a blessed bayonet in each hand.

“Oh, if it isn't the second heir to Sweet Apple Acres,” Alucard said. “And what's this, religious clothing instead of those skimpy short shorts? Progress.”

“Ah, and look'it what we've got here,” Applejack hissed. “Another danged bat pony.”

“Excuse me,” Alucard said, offended. “But I'm a fuck-mothering vampire. I killed a lot of people to get this title. I deserve to be called such.”

“Well then,” Applejack said. “Mind if Ah ask ya yer name?”

“Only if you give yours first, farm girl,” Alucard countered.

“Fine,” Applejack said. “Ah'll give ya the courtesy. The name's…”

“Applejack,” Fluttershy interrupted. Applejack was shocked to see her friend here.

“Fluttershy?” she gasped. “What're you doin' here?”

“We're here for the vampire,” Fluttershy said, her attitude changed to a more assertive one.

“The only ones left here 're yer two escorts,” Applejack said.

“So then what do you want, anyway?” Alucard asked. “Your farm is back down there a few hundred miles."

“Ah've hated vampire ponies for mah entire life,” Applejack snarled, stepping closer while holding her blades out to the sides. “The way that they sneak around in the dark of the night, it sickens me. It also don't help that them damned vampire fruit bats ruined mah orchard that one year, no thanks ta you, Fluttershy. Now, Ah've dedicated mah free time to killin' off every single vampire pony in existance.” Alucard started to chuckle evilly, clapping.

“Oh my,” he said. “Brilliant speech. And for once, original. Do you know how many people I've run into using a speech from something else entirely? It really gets annoying. But you've actually made my day with that one.” Alucard reloaded both of his guns. “Too bad we have to kill you now.”

“No!” Fluttershy cried. “Wait..!”

“Yer dead too, Fluttershy,” Applejack hissed. “It may have seemed like it, but Ah never forgave you fer what ya did to mah orchard. And it ain't gonna happen now.”

“If you want her, you'll have to get through us first,” Seras said, aiming her Harkonnen.

“I'm gonna enjoy this,” Applejack said, grinning. Golden papers and smaller blessed bayonets were pinned to the walls.

“A blessed seal,” Alucard said. “We're locked in.”

“Then let's fight our way out,” Seras said. She fired off a shot. Applejack cut down and split the round in two. The two halves exploded behind her. She threw a bayonet at Seras, but she avoided it. More blades flew, and Alucard threw himself in front of them. They all pierced him, but he was unfazed. He grinned wickedly. He put the base of the Casull's slide on his arm and fired. The round hit Applejack in the head, piercing her brain. She fell to the floor with a thud. Alucard turned to Fluttershy.

“Oh, why did you have to kill her?” Fluttershy said.

“Because if I hadn't, she would have killed you,” Alucard said. “And I can't let that happen.” Fluttershy gave a small smile to Alucard.

“Oh, well, thank you,” she quietly said. Alucard gave her a warm smile. Then he asked Fluttershy a question she thought she'd never hear.

“Are you a virgin, my dear?” Fluttershy was taken aback by this.

“What?!” she gasped.

“Let me explain,” Alucard said, putting a hand up to stop Fluttershy from speaking further. “When a vampire bites into someone and drinks their blood, they turn into a ghoul, much like these corpses, only able to walk around. They follow their master like a dog. But if a vampire drinks from a virgin of the opposite sex, then the victim turns into a vampire. I merely asked you if you were a virgin to ensure that, when and if I bite you. You won't turn to a ghoul. You're much too pretty for that.” Fluttershy seemed to understand.

“Well then, yes,” she answered. “I am.” Alucard nodded.

“That's good to hear,” he said, stroking Fluttershy's hair. He put a hand to her neck and tilted her head.

“Wait,” Seras stopped. “You're doing this now?”

“Why not?” Alucard shrugged. “I'm OK with it.”

“Maybe,” Seras said. “But is Fluttershy?”

“I'm OK with it if you are,” Fluttershy said.

“Well then,” Alucard said, smiling. “This is the part where you close your eyes.” Fluttershy did so, and felt a small stab into her neck as Alucard bit her. She slipped out of consciousness for seemingly only a moment. When she awoke, Alucard was still holding her.

“You can let me go now,” Fluttershy said. She stood up as Alucard loosened his hold.

“So how does it feel to be a vampire?” Alucard asked. Fluttershy took off her reflective glasses and looked into her mirror image. Her ears and wings had changed to their bat-like state, and she had regrown her fangs. Her eyes were a bat's red, and her hair was ruffled up.

“It feels different,” Fluttershy admitted. Alucard chuckled a bit.

“It's rather funny,” he said. “I remember wearing those exact clothes during the war for London. I never got over that hat and the trench coat. You look magnificent in them.”

“Thank you,” Fluttershy said. “To be honest, you look pretty good in that strait jacket.”

“Well, I don't wear it often,” Alucard admitted himself. “It usually comes out when releasing my level 1 restraint. You see, I...” A silver blur went through Alucard's neck, decapitating him.

“NO!!!” Fluttershy screamed.

“MASTER!!!” Seras cried. Blood sprayed from Alucard's now headless body. It fell forward, revealing Applejack. Her gunshot wound was smoking, as it was healing up. Alucard's head rolled on the floor, bumping against Fluttershy's foot. She fell to her knees and picked up Alucard's head. She held it to her chest and sobbed. Applejack had no remorse. Seras stepped in front of the weeping Fluttershy,

“Such a shame ya lost yer head,” Applejack said. “A careless vampire wound up dead. Ya wore yer sin like it was some kind 'a prize. Too many lies. Too many lies.” Seras chambered another round into her Harkonnen as her demon arm started to get jumpy, ready to fight.

“Run,” Seras said.

“I can't,” Fluttershy moaned.

“Go on!” Seras yelled. “Get out of here. I'll hold her off! That is an order!” Fluttershy stood up and ran off. As she ran she looked back at Applejack. She no longer recognized those green eyes behind those evil reflective glasses. That honest friend she once knew was gone, replaced by a murderer and a traitor. Fluttershy held back her tears as she ran to the exit. She had made it almost half way before stopping to mourn for her lost friend.

“I can't believe this,” she sobbed. “I thought we could have something special. But now...” she pulled Alucard's head closer. “...now we can't.” She turned to the window. The moon overhead was full. Fluttershy hung her head. Out of nowhere, a blessed blade skewered Alucard's head, knocking it free from Fluttershy's grip and pinning it to a wall. Fluttershy whipped around to see Applejack slowly walking toward her, arms outstretched with blades pointing to the floor. Seras was lying on the floor behind Applejack, unconscious. As Fluttershy stood there, frozen with fear, the moonlight shone in through the windows onto Alucard's pinned head. The head dissolved into blood, flowing into a message on the ground. Fluttershy turned around and saw it. Alucard's voice spoke in her head.

“It is time, Fluttershy,” Alucard said. “It is time for you to drink the blood. Drink it, and you will become the most powerful vampire ever to have existed. Because this is my blood, I will forever be a part of you. Forever be with you. Now drink, Fluttershy. Drink, and become the vampire you were destined to be!” Fluttershy knelt down to the floor. Applejack crossed her blades and prepared to cut Fluttershy's head off.

“Say yer prayers, Fluttershy,” she hissed. As the blades came down, gunshots rang through the air. The bullets struck Applejack's blades, shattering them. She looked up to see Sunset Shimmer and two Pegasus royal guards. Sunset held up a smoking gun.

“Get those blades away from her,” she threatened.

“Well, ain't you a feisty one, Sunset,” Applejack snickered.

“Don't make me shoot you in the fucking head,” Sunset growled.

“You ain't intimidatin' no one,” Applejack said.

“I will not let you be here, killing my vampire hunters,” Sunset said. Applejack swiftly cut off the two royal guard's heads and cornered Sunset against a wall, blessed bayonet to her neck.

“Ah have no idea what yer on about,” Applejack snarled. “Ah'm just doin' mah job!”

“Shut up!” Sunset yelled. “Where the hell is Alucard?”

“Oh, him?” Applejack said. “Ah killed him!”

“Killed him?” Sunset gasped.

“Cut off his ugly head,” Applejack sneered.

“Oh, well then,” Sunset chuckled. “That's step one. What about two through ten?” There was suddenly a screech of many bats flying through a broken window. They surrounded Fluttershy, who had actually done what Alucard said. She drank the blood, transferring Alucard's soul into hers. Her eyes lit up red, and the bats flew into Fluttershy, endowing her with Alucard's powers. Applejack acted quickly and cut an arm off, but it almost instantly regenerated. Within seconds, Fluttershy was standing up, significantly taller and holding the Casull and the Jackal.

“You done goofed,” she said. Her voice mixed with Alucard's.

“How in Celestia's name did ya do that?” Applejack growled.

“Fuck you, that's how,” Fluttershy said, grinning. Applejack barred her teeth and pulled out her book. The golden pages that formed the seal removed themselves from the walls and surrounded Applejack.

“Ah've had enough 'a this,” she hissed. “Ta hell with all of ya!” There was a flash, and just like that, Applejack was gone. Seras had since recovered, and she walked over.

“Where's Alucard?” she asked.

“I'm right here,” Fluttershy said. “My soul is now mixed with Fluttershy's. We together will now go by Alushy. It only seems fitting.”

“Braveheart's gonna flip,” Sunset mumbled.

“Betcha he won't,” Alushy said.

“Betcha he will,” Sunset countered.

“Betcha you're a skank.”

“Betcha you're an asshole.”

“BITCH, I EAT PEOPLE!!!”

Chapter 3: Give Me a Hug

Braveheart was checking the local news on the laptop. Everything seemed normal. He heard the door open, and he turned to see Sunset walking into the door.

“Oh, thank Celestia you’re alive,” Braveheart breathed. He got up and gave Sunset a hug, and Sunset returned it. “What happened in Cloudsdale?”

“You won’t believe who I encountered there,” Sunset said. Before she could go on, the phone rang. Braveheart ran over and hit the speaker button.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Braveheart,” Seras said. “We made it back.”

“That’s good to hear. Could you put Alucard on the phone?”

“I can put Alushy on the phone,” Seras said.

“What?”

“I’ll let her explain for herself.” There was as pause in the conversation as Seras gave the phone to Alushy.

“Y’ello?” Alushy said.

“Alushy, what happened at Cloudsdale?”

“We killed all of the ghouls the vampire had created, but the vampire was already dead.”

“How?”

“We met up with a supposed follower of the Iscariot Organization.”

“The Iscariot Organization?”

“It was a religious group we dealt with back in London. They were our rivals in vampire hunting, but became a threat during the war. The 9th Crusade army was defeated, but the organization lived on, led by one of Alexander Anderson’s followers.”

“Who was the one at Cloudsdale?”

“A farm girl,” Alushy said. “Applejack of the Apple Family.” Braveheart’s eyes went wide.

“What?!”

“She killed two of our guards,” Sunset said. “Almost Fluttershy too. I got there just in time. But she almost killed me as well. But Alushy saved me.”

“Alushy, what happened with you?” Braveheart asked.

“Alucard turned Fluttershy into a vampire,” Alushy said. “With her OK, of course. Fluttershy drank Alucard’s blood after Applejack decapitated him. He didn’t die, but he insisted that Fluttershy drink. She did, and Alucard’s soul is now with her as Alushy.”

“Thank you for the information,” Braveheart said. He hung up and sat down, holding his head.

“You OK?” Sunset asked.

“I’m fine,” Braveheart nodded. “I’m just worried about the rest of the element bearers. What are they going to think if they see Alushy?”

“I don’t know,” Sunset said. “If something does happen, we’ll figure something out.”

“I hope so,” Braveheart sighed. “For Equestria’s sake.” The next 5 years were rather peaceful. No vampire attacks, no issues with the other bearers, not one problem. Sunset Shimmer had given birth to a daughter. The newborn was a Pegasus, had a dark tan coat, red and yellow hair, and dark green eyes. Braveheart and Sunset named her Blazing Fire and raised her with care. Alushy didn’t cause any problems for Blazing, and Seras helped when she could. Everything was perfect. But things took a rather ugly turn one day in June. Braveheart was sitting on his bed, tinkering with his mechanical arm. It had jammed up while putting Blazing to sleep. He oiled each jammed hydraulic and hinges and forced it forward to get it moving, then oiled them more to get the movements to smooth out. He had just finished when he heard the phone ring.

“I got it!” Sunset called from downstairs. Braveheart stood up and walked down to the living room, where Sunset was. She seemed to be getting angry.

“What are you talking about?” she asked. “What claims? ... What? By who? … No! That is my concern! … Damn it! You tell me right now! … “It’s Hellsing’s money! We have the right to know! … Well, not like we have anything else going on. … Fine. We’ll be expecting you at the estate tonight. … Very well.” Sunset waited until the dial tone sounded before slamming down the phone in a fury. She sat down on the couch and buried her head in her hands, letting out a heavy and angry sigh. Braveheart sat down next to her.

“What happened?” he asked. “You seem pretty pissed off.”

“It’s about Hellsing’s budget,” Sunset fumed.

“What about it?” Braveheart questioned.

“The administrators at the Crystal Empire and other cities cancelled it,” Sunset said.

“What?” Braveheart gasped. “Why?”

“Apparently, there’ve been some expensive claims over the last couple of years,” Sunset replied.

“I’m gonna call Alushy about this,” Braveheart said, dialing the basement phone and pressing the speaker button. The phone rang for a moment before Alushy picked up.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Alushy, it’s Braveheart.”

“’Sup.” Alushy said.

“I need to talk to you about some important guests coming tonight.”

“Are they hookers?” Alushy asked, a bit excited.

“No.” Braveheart deadpanned.

“And like that, you’ve lost me,” Alushy deadpanned back.

“They’re our financial suppliers,” Braveheart said.

“Oh, man,” Alushy said. “They have to hate us.”

“They do. That’s why they cancelled our budget.”

“Ooh, that’s bad. We need that right? Sunset, we need that right?”

“Yes, very important,” Sunset said, rolling her eyes.

“Thank you, Sunset,” Alushy said. Braveheart continued.

“Over the last couple of years, we’ve had some expensive claims.” He pulled up the Hellsing financial report.

“Like what?” Alushy asked.

“First off, property damage,” Braveheart listed.

“Good times,” Alushy remembered, grinning.

“Dozens of noise complaints,” Braveheart said. Loud rock music started blaring.

“SORRY, I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” Alushy cried over the noise. The music turned off.

“Killing at least a dozen innocent ponies.”

“Oh, shut it.”

“And all of the sexual harassment.” There was a pause.

“I’m not apologizing,” Alushy said.

“Listen,” Braveheart said. “I know this is asking a lot, but…”

“But…”

“I want you to keep yourself locked in the basement until all of them are gone.” There was another short pause.

“I get the distinct impression you’re embarrassed of me,” Alushy said.

“Alushy...”

“I’m going to go with, no.”

“This is important, and I don’t need you causing another scene.”

“I don’t have to take this. I’m going for a walk.”

“No you don’t!”

“Oh, what’re you going to do? Grab that guy who can stop me? What was his name? Michal McDoesn’t Exist?” Braveheart gave an annoyed sigh.

“What do you want?” he deadpanned.

“Whaat?” Alushy asked.

“What do I need to give you to keep you down there for the evening?” Alushy thought about this.

“A 70 inch, plasma widescreen TV,” she said.

“Really?” Braveheart said.

“With Netflix,” Alushy added.

“Should it also be 3D?” Braveheart asked.

“No!” Alushy cried. “That’s a stupid fucking gimmick and everyone knows it!”

“Very well,” Braveheart sighed. Alushy hung up and Braveheart put down the phone. He put a hand to his face.

“Was that necessary?” Sunset asked.

“What else was I going to do?” Braveheart sighed. “It was either bribe her or risk getting in a worse situation than what we’re in already. I’d rather not let the latter happen.” Sunset nodded in agreement.

The financial meeting got started a few hours later. Braveheart took the responsibility of the meeting while Sunset put Blazing Fire to bed. The administrators were all elderly stallions. Braveheart got the meeting under way.

“Hello, gentlecolts,” he said. “Thank you very much for coming.”

“Well, considering the problems with your financial security, we thought it was the least we could do,” one of the stallions said.

“Now, before we begin, I was under the distinct impression that our budget was handled directly by the Crystal Empire.”

“Oh, it is,” another stallion said. “However, we’re having a distinctly difficult time justifying some of these expenses. Most of them under the name…Alushy?” Braveheart facepalmed and took a deep breath.

“Continue,” he said.

“For example, some of them were frankly labeled, Entertainment,” the stallion said.

“Entertainment?” Braveheart asked.

“Right,” a third stallion said. “Here’s my report. 20,000 bits for…uh…candi?”

“That’s candi with an I, by the way,” the stallion to the right said.

“I see,” Braveheart said.

“There was also an incident involving Sugarcube Corner,” the first stallion said. “It sits at about 95,000 bits…” Braveheart had stopped listening.

“I would do fucking anything right now to get out of this,” he mentally cursed. Little did anyone at the meeting know, there was going to be a lot more excitement than any of them anticipated.

Outside of Canterlot, in the Frozen North, two Unicorn stallions were tramping through the snow, using heat spells to keep themselves warm.

“Ever since I got shot by the committee and that Hellsing bitch, I’ve had aches in my bones,” one of them said.

“You think you had it bad?” the other asked. “Jon, I was eaten by Alucard, then puked up again later. Only to be used as a ragdoll by that butler. You had it easy compared to me.”

“At least I went out in style, Luke,” Jon said. “I got one last taunt off.”

“You know what, Jon? You can just shut up now,” Luke fumed. These two ponies were the Valentine brothers. They had invaded the Hellsing Organization under the orders of the Major of the Millennium Organization, but failed. They had taken a good chunk of the Hellsing Organization with them, but to no avail. Now, they had been brought back from the dead and into a world they despised. They were looking for revenge on the Hellsing Organization, and they had to get back there. After walking for another few miles, they came across a house with a single light on.

“There’s something familiar about this place,” Luke said.

“The only thing familiar here is that there’s one light on,” Jon said. “That means a bitch and a dick are getting it on in there.”

“Can you ever think about something else?” Luke wondered out loud. “No, there’s something else familiar. It’s like…oh, god!”

“What?”

“I sense the presence of Alucard in there,” Luke gasped. “Perhaps he’s weakened in his new body.”

“Worth a shot, I suppose,” Jon shrugged. “But don’t come crying to me if he isn’t.” Another light turned on, and the brothers looked. Sunset walked into the kitchen, towel over her chest. She opened up a cupboard, looking for something.

“I just found myself a reason to break inside,” Jon grinned.

“Oh, boy,” Luke grumbled. “Do what you wish, I guess. I’m going to go find Alucard and bring him down.” The brothers split up, eager to fulfill their goals.

At the financial meeting, Braveheart was as bored as he was pissed. The administrators rambled on and on about the expenses Alushy had caused and what they planned to do with the Hellsing budget. Suddenly, the power cut out.

“What’s going on?” one of the stallions asked.

“I don’t know,” Braveheart said. “Stay here. I’m going to have a look around. Do you have a weapon?” The administrators all pulled out a pistol. Braveheart nodded and drew his revolver, now loaded with blessed bullets. He shut the door to the meeting room and lit up his horn with a light spell. He cocked back the hammer and chambered a round. The hallway was darkened. Blazing’s door was closed, as was his and Sunset’s. But the crack at the base of the door was lit. Braveheart, ever careful, slowly walked toward the door. He put an ear to the door, and heard faint muffled moans and screams. Faint thuds could be heard as well. Braveheart dispersed his light spell and swiftly opened the door. He saw Sunset Shimmer tied to the bed, ball gag in her mouth. Her nightgown, bra, and underwear were lying on the floor. A brown stallion in dark clothing was over her, pants undone. Braveheart quickly aimed and fired. The bullet went into the stallion’s head, spraying blood and brain on the curtains. He fell off the bed and landed in a heap on the floor. Braveheart ran inside and got Sunset out of the bondages. He took one of the blankets on the floor and wrapped it around her naked body.

“Honey, are you OK?” Braveheart asked. Sunset barely managed a nod. She was shaking. Braveheart wrapped his arms around her and held her close.

“It’s OK,” he whispered. “It’s OK. I’m right here.” The body of the sex offender burst into blue flame and disintegrated into ash within seconds.

“Daddy?” a small voice said. Braveheart looked over to see Blazing Fire standing there, rubbing her eyes. She must have just gotten up. Braveheart stood up and walked over. He kneeled down.

“Hey, baby,” he said.

“Is mommy OK?” Blazing asked. Braveheart took his little girl’s hand and walked her back to her room.

“Yeah,” he lied. “Mommy’s just fine. She’s fine.” Blazing crawled back into her bed and Braveheart tucked her in. “Just try and go back to sleep,” he said. “Everything’s all right.”

“Good night, Daddy,” Blazing whispered.

“Good night, baby,” Braveheart whispered back. He kissed his daughter on the cheek and left, closing the door. He silently ran back to Sunset. She was still on the bed, blanket around her. Braveheart sat down and held her.

“He…he…he wouldn’t…” Sunset stammered. Braveheart shushed her.

“Don’t talk about it,” he whispered. “Don’t talk, don’t think. Just…just don’t.” He held her for a long time, neither of them saying a word. Sunset was gasping, crying. Braveheart stayed with her, making sure she was OK and safe. After a good hour, Braveheart let go of Sunset.

“I’ll be right back,” he assured. Sunset nodded. Braveheart left the room and walked back into the meeting room.

“I’m sorry for the wait,” he said to the administrators.

“We heard a gunshot,” the first stallion said. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes,” Braveheart said. “Everything’s fine.” He sat back down and they continued their financial discussion.

Down in the basement, Alushy and Seras were chilling out, watching some TV. Seras took a sip of red wine then put down her glass. Alushy was clearly enjoying his program. Out of nowhere, the wall behind the television exploded, creating a hole and taking the TV with it. Luke Valentine stood there, rifle in hand. Alushy was not amused.

“That was a 70 inch, plasma screen TV,” Alushy deadpanned. She took a deep breath. “So, how can I help you?”

“Good to see you again Alucard,” Luke said.

“Oh, brother,” Alushy complained. “Not you again.”

“It’s me again,” Luke said. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.”

“Looking forward to what?” Alushy asked. “Another ass whupping? Because that’s what’s going to happen if you don’t leave immediately.”

“Would you like to bet on it?” Luke wondered.

“Not on your life,” Alushy groaned. She snapped her fingers, and Seras fired off a shot. Luke avoided the shot, and it exploded behind him, knocking him forward. Alushy was upon him in an instant, hoisting him up by the throat.

“You know, I thought you’d know better,” Alushy said, shaking her head. “After challenging me the first time, I’d thought you’d think twice. I guess not. Such a shame.” Alushy pointed the Jackal to Luke’s temple. She whispered into his ear.

“What was that I said before I killed you the last time?” she asked. “Oh, yes, that’s right.” Alushy’s voice became dark and demonic whisper. “Give me a hug.” She fired off the shot, killing Luke for good. Alushy dropped the body and it hit the floor. It instantly burst into flames and disintegrated. Alushy shook her head and walked back to her throne to sip some more wine.

At the financial meeting, Braveheart and the administrators had come to a solution.

“So it’s settled then,” the second stallion said. “We’ll continue funding you, and you in turn keep your vampire pet in check.”

“Very well,” Braveheart agreed. The group stood up and Braveheart shook each of their hands. “Thank you again,” he said as they left. Once the last one left the building, Alushy stepped out of the basement.

“Are they gone?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Braveheart said, walking upstairs. He sighed.

“Something wrong?”

“No. Everything’s fine. Keep watch of the place tonight. Securely. Nothing comes in or goes out.” Alushy nodded. Braveheart reached the top of the stairs and walked into his room with Sunset. She was still in shock, but she had calmed down a little. She hadn’t moved. Braveheart laid down in the bed and urged Sunset to do the same.

“Come on, hon’,” he said. “You need to get some rest. Don’t worry. I’m right here, and Alushy’s keeping night watch. I have my gun in my hand with the safety off. I won’t let anyone or anything touch you.” Sunset eventually laid down and got up close to Braveheart. He comforted her the best he could, but neither of them could sleep after what they had just gone through.

Chapter 4: Hey Guys, How's Your Health Plan?

Braveheart and Sunset Shimmer didn’t sleep at all. Braveheart couldn’t get over the fact that his wife had been raped. Violently. He tossed and turned through the night, trying to get comfortable. But each movement he made only made him more uncomfortable. Eventually, it got to the point where he had to take a cold shower just to cool down. Sunset, on the other hand, didn’t move at all. She just laid in bed, frozen with fear and shock. She couldn’t shake the memory.

~~~

Sunset had just gotten out of the shower. She wrung out her hair and wrapped a towel around herself. She slipped into her socks and walked downstairs after first making sure that Blazing Fire was really asleep. She walked into the kitchen and opened up a cupboard, looking for the coffee pot. She got that and the coffee grounds and made herself a cup of coffee. She took a couple of sips before going back upstairs to change into her nightgown. She walked into her room and closed the door. She hung her towel on the back of the door and put on her bra and underwear. She slipped into her nightgown. All of a sudden, the lights cut out. Sunset groaned and turned on a powerful battery lamp she kept nearby, and the room lit up. A Unicorn stallion was leaning up against the far wall.

“How’s it going, bitch?” he asked her. Sunset slowly backed away into her dresser. She reached behind it and grabbed Braveheart’s curved knife Rainbow Dash had given him. She took a few swings at the intruder, who avoided them easily. He swiftly grabbed her arm and squeezed, causing her to drop the knife. The intruder slid the knife into a corner and grabbed Sunset by the neck. She swung hard with her free arm and clocked the intruder in the jaw. He let go of her, allowing her to run for the knife. She picked it up and stabbed it into the intruder’s back. He cried out in pain and yanked the knife out. He threw it across the room and tackled Sunset. He picked her up by the neck and slammed her down on the bed. Before Sunset could do anything, he stripped her naked and tied her to the bed and tied a ball gag to her mouth. Sunset struggled, but she couldn’t move. The predator proceeded to forcefully rape her. It had only been a few seconds, but it seemed like forever. A gunshot suddenly rang out, and the predator’s blood sprayed from the back of his head.

~~~

“Sunset?” Braveheart asked. Sunset looked up to see her husband sitting next to her.

“You can’t sleep either?” she quietly asked.

“No,” Braveheart said. “I can’t stop worrying about you.”

“I’m OK,” Sunset assured. “I’m just shocked, that’s all.”

“Yes, but the predator was a vampire,” Braveheart sighed. “He could have killed you.” They were both silent for a while. They didn’t say another word about last night.

“Hey kids, wanna see a dead body?!” Alushy cried, fazing through the wall. Sunset and Braveheart jumped, and Braveheart fired a blessed bullet into Alushy’s head. Blood sprayed onto the wall, but Alushy merely shook it off as her flesh grew back.

“Such a violent ‘good morning’,” Alushy murmured. Braveheart took his finger off the trigger and sighed.

“Don’t. Do that. Again,” Braveheart growled. Alushy absorbed her own blood back and stepped into the room.

“I came to tell you that it’s daybreak,” she said.

“Thank you,” Braveheart said. “Would you mind cleaning up the mess we’ve got here?”

“A light breakfast for me then,” Alushy shrugged. She walked over to the blood stained curtains and absorbed what was left. “Tastes like Valentine brother blood.” Alushy suddenly frowned. “Oh, Jan, you disgust me,” she hissed. She looked at Sunset with heartfelt sympathy. Sunset looked down. Braveheart looked up at Alushy sternly.

“You know?” he asked. Alushy nodded.

“Jan was always that way,” she recalled. “You did good killing him.” Alushy turned to Sunset. “I’m terribly sorry.” She turned around and left the room. Braveheart and Sunset stayed where they were for a while.

Downstairs, Seras was helping Blazing Fire get some breakfast. Alushy came downstairs.

“Hello Seras,” she said. “Hello Blazing.”

“Good morning, Master,” Seras waved.

“Hi, Miss Alushy,” Blazing said. “Are Mommy and Daddy up yet?”

“Yes, they are,” Alushy replied. “They’ll be down in a bit.” She walked back down into the basement. She pulled out the Jackal and the Casull. The Casull had always been Alucard’s go to gun in combat. The rounds pierced the highest quality armor, and they stopped other vampires dead in their tracks. But when Walter gave Alucard the Jackal, it had become his new priority gun. The Casull still saw plenty of action, but it wasn’t nearly as powerful as the Jackal. But the Jackal was a trap by the Major. It exploded in Alucard’s hand when he tried to use it on Walter during their fight in London. Integra had since repaired and improved it, making the Jackal even more powerful. She had improved the Casull as well, giving the rounds more power. Alushy took aim with each gun and fired at a stone target at the far side of the armory. They both scored headshots. She put the guns away and poured herself a glass of wine.

Later that day, around noon, Braveheart and Sunset had come downstairs. Sunset was working on the dark spells on the black page, and Braveheart was teaching his daughter how to fly. Seras and Alushy were in the basement. The Hellsing laptop was pulled up, keeping up to date on the news. Blazing was learning fast, and her current record in the air was three minutes.

“I’m getting a bit tired, Daddy,” she said, breathing heavily.

“Stop when you’re ready,” Braveheart said. “I won’t stop you.”

“No, no,” Blazing said, shaking her head. “I can keep going.” The laptop went off with an alert, startling Blazing and causing her to drop to the floor. Braveheart stood up and walked over. He checked up on it, and found some troubling news.

“Oh no.”

“What is it?” Sunset asked.

“Vampire in Baltimare. Already killed 200 innocents.”

“I heard vampire,” Alushy said, popping her head out of the basement hatch. Braveheart put his hands behind his back.

“Well, you heard right,” he said. “You and Seras have a mission in Baltimare. The vampire has already taken 200 innocent lives. You know what to do.”

“Don’t I always?” Alushy asked. “Come along, Police Girl.” Seras climbed out of the hatch, Harkonnen in tow. She and Alushy left the building and took off for Baltimare.

In the vast city of Baltimare, the alleys were a mess with bodies. Police had found them and tried to pinpoint the killer, but they couldn’t. The entire city was on lockdown. No one was to enter or leave the city limits. But the vampire had no intention of leaving. He roamed the streets freely, seen, but unseen. He was former card player Tubalcain Alhumbra. He had been defeated by Alucard and absorbed, but returned from the dead to here. He made a new life as a vampire in Balimare, keeping a low profile, and making money playing poker in local casinos. He was the best in the city, going by the nickname, the Dandy Man. After a while, he got bored with simply playing. He started up a new trend where if someone lost to him, he would take them out into an alley, kill them, and hide the body. After a while, he wanted attention, so he exposed the bodies for the police to find. They had just recently found all 200 of his victims, and that’s when he decided to go into a famous casino to participate in a poker tournament. He stepped into the casino and was almost immediately flocked by ponies wanting his autograph. He selected a few ponies to give his autograph to, but most of them he shunned off. He saved his ink for whom he felt worthy. He sat down at the center poker table.

“Good evening, my friends,” he spoke in a Brazilian accent. “Shall we get started with the tournament?”

“Let’s,” a deep voice boomed from the front of the room. Everyone turned to see Alushy and Seras standing at the main doors.

“Good to see you again, Alhumbra,” Alushy hissed. “Back for another round I see.”

“You’ll have to catch me first, Miss,” Alhumbra said. He pointed at Alushy and Seras. “They’re this city’s killers!” he cried. “Seize them!” The crowd of gamblers backed away, and a great number of security surrounded Alushy and Seras. Alushy didn’t move. Seras’s demonic arm jumped around. Alushy leaned up close to Seras.

“Get to the top of a building and wait for my signal,” she ordered. Seras nodded and bolted out of the casino and flew away.

“Let her go!” the security chief cried. “This one’s more important.” Alushy drew out the Casull and the Jackal and stood there.

“Drop your weapons!” the security chief cried. When Alushy did not comply, the security guards opened fire on her. The bullets tore through her body, ripping her apart and spraying blood everywhere. One bullet blew her face in half. When the guards ran out of shots, Alushy hit the floor on her back, playing dead. The guards cautiously approached Alushy. One guard tapped his rifle to her head, and she didn’t move. The security lowered their guard and started to walk away, herding ponies away from the scene. Alushy decided she had waited long enough. She grinned evilly and laughed. The guards turned in horror to see the pool of blood shrinking as Alushy absorbed it back. She stood up, firearms in hand. Alhumbra was in the middle of the crowd, furious. Alushy’s eyes turned a glowing red as she raised the Casull and the Jackal. She chuckled and spouted a one liner.

“Hey, guys. How’s your health plan?”

Chapter 5: Apparently It's Great!

The security guards screamed and ran off. Alushy aimed the Casull and the Jackal.

“APPARENTLY IT'S GREAT!” she cried. She fired off three shots each, blowing off the heads of the guards. The patrons in the building ran out, terrified. Alhumbra stayed in the building, facing Alushy.

“Just like the good old days, huh, Alhumbra?” Alushy hissed.

“This is nothing like that!” Alhumbra cried. “You're too powerful. You shouldn't have the powers you do!”

“Sorry I can't help it,” Alushy growled, grinning like a psychopath. “I'm just so agitated. It's too close to daylight, and I don't have time to deal with you. So catch me if you can.” Alushy ran out the door, and Alhumbra followed her. As Alhumbra stepped into the dawn lit night, Alushy stood there, arms outstretched with the Casull and the Jackal in them. Alhumbra drew out his magic cards and prepared to fight. Alushy raised her guns high and fired. Alhumbra prepared to attack, but a loud shot cut him off. The Harkonnen round went through his middle, cutting him in two. Alhumbra screamed in pain as his legs and torso were separated in a shower of blood. Alushy put away her guns and grabbed Alhumbra by the collar and raised him high.

“You don't deserve to be part of me this time,” she snarled. “You can rot in the deepest depths of hell!” Alushy drove her free hand through Alhumbra's chest, skewering his heart. Alhumbra burst into blue flames and disintegrated almost instantly. Alushy turned to the roof where Seras was and nodded. Seras saluted back.

Back at Braveheart's house, Sunset and Blazing Fire were setting the table for dinner. Braveheart was away in Manehattan on royal business. Alushy and Seras walked into the door, and Alushy was mumbling to herself.

“Something wrong, Master?” Seras asked.

“I've had enough vampire attacks for a while,” Alushy grumbled.

“Well, lucky for you, there don't seem to be anytime soon,” Sunset said, stirring a pot. “The Iscariot Organization agreed to keep any attacks in check for us. In return, we are to provide them with blessed bullets.”

“Seems fair,” Alushy said. She looked around. “Where's Braveheart?”

“Daddy went to Manehattan,” Blazing said. “He said it was important and he'd be back as soon as he could.”

“I see,” Alushy said. “Well, I'm going to get some rest. That short lived battle with the Dandy Man was boring.” Alushy stepped into the basement, with Seras following her. As Seras closed the hatch, Blazing turned back to Sunset.

“Mommy, when did Daddy say he'll be home?” she asked.

“He said by tomorrow morning,” Sunset assured. “Don't worry honey. He's fine, I'm sure of it.” She looked toward the mountains where the sun had set and the moon was rising. She hoped Braveheart was doing all right. She'd hate for something to happen to him.

~~~

Meanwhile, in Manehattan, Braveheart had just finished his meeting with a few officials. They were generals of the security who had received the report of a squad of their own gone missing in Baltimare. Braveheart had to tell them that a vampire had killed them, and that he had personally taken care of it. When the generals mocked him for believing in such things, Braveheart explained in great detail about his line of work aside from ruling Equestria. When the generals still didn't listen, Braveheart gave up. He told them that they could accept the truth, or just live oblivious to it. They chose to not believe Braveheart, so Braveheart left them. As he boarded the train back to Canterlot, he didn't notice a cloaked pony sitting behind him. As the train started to get moving, the pony put a hand to Braveheart's mouth, and held a blade to his throat.

“Now you better cooperate,” the pony hissed. “Or you'll never make it back home.” Braveheart wasn't about to do anything for this pony. He grabbed the pony's hand with the knife in it and squeezed. The pony let go of the knife, and Braveheart threw him over his shoulder. He hit the floor of the train hard, causing nearby ponies to back away in fear. Braveheart pulled out his revolver and held it to the cloaked pony's temple. The pony knocked the gun out of Braveheart's hand and threw a punch. Braveheart easily dodged the attack and countered with a swing of his own. The mechanical arm was suddenly stopped by a magical aura. Braveheart kicked the pony in the gut, knocking himself free. Braveheart jumped back, rolled, and quickly levitated his revolver to his hand. The cloaked pony pulled out two semi-automatic handguns and pointed them at Braveheart. The two stood there for a time, guns outstretched, their glares daring the other to pull the trigger. The cloaked pony finally broke. Braveheart saw him pull the triggers, and he quickly ducked out of the way. He slid towards the pony, quickly disarming him and pinning him to the floor. Braveheart held the three guns to the pony's head. Two guns in his magic grip and one in his mechanical hand.

“Who do you work for?” Braveheart cried. The pony didn't answer. Braveheart pushed the guns closer onto the pony.

“Who. Do you. Work for?” he repeated. “If you do not answer, I will not hesitate to kill you.”

“Millennium,” the pony replied.

“What's Millennium?” Braveheart questioned. The pony's eyes narrowed.

“Your destruction,” he said. Braveheart's eyes shrunk and he lost his hold on his guns as he was stabbed in the side. He had forgotten about the pony's knife. He knocked the pony unconscious and stood up, gripping his bleeding side. He immediately fell back onto his rear. Two other ponies ran over. Braveheart recognized them. They were Pegasus sisters Flitter and Cloudchaser.

“Are you OK?” Flitter asked.

“Yeah,” Braveheart muttered. “I just...agh...need a medic...that's all.” Cloudchaser ran off to find a paramedic while Flitter stayed with Braveheart.

“There's some cloth in my saddlebag,” Braveheart said. Flitter rummaged through his bag until she found the cloth. She pressed it against Braveheart's wound to stop the bleeding. Cloudchaser came back with a young mare.

“All right, step aside,” she requested. Flitter moved out of the way, while still holding the cloth to Braveheart's side.

“What happened?” the young mare asked.

“The asshole...laying unconscious behind me...stabbed me,” Braveheart managed, pissed. He levitated his gun to his holster. The mare noticed.

“Is that yours?” she asked. Braveheart nodded. The mare wrapped the wound in gauze and medical tape. She helped Braveheart up.

“I'm going to have to ask that you have this inspected more thoroughly by Doctor Redheart in Canterlot,” she said. Braveheart nodded.

“I was headed there now,” he said. The mare nodded and returned to her seat in another car. A couple of guards came into the car, and hoisted up the cloaked pony.

“This the one giving you trouble?” one of them asked.

“Yeah,” Braveheart said. He waved off the guards and they carried the attacker to the back of the train. Flitter and Cloudchaser returned to their seats, as did Braveheart. The rest of the way to Canterlot, he couldn't stop wondering about the pony that attacked him.

Chapter 6: Check Your Privilege

Braveheart reached Canterlot a few hours later. The guards had kept the cloaked pony in a secure car in the back. Braveheart first went to the Canterlot hospital as the paramedic recommended. Doctor Redheart unwrapped the bandages and looked over the wound thoroughly. When she had finished, she put a new set of wrappings on.

“Well, it seems to just be a simple stab wound,” she deducted. “However, the wound goes much deeper than the knife could ever have. I don't know how that's possible.”

“Is it infected?” Braveheart asked.

“Surprisingly, no,” Redheart replied. “There's something preventing the wound from infecting at all.”

“Odd,” Braveheart mumbled to himself. He turned back to Redheart. “Thank you Doctor Redheart.”

“My pleasure,” Redheart nodded. Braveheart left the building and walked back home. He could hear the faint gunshots from the basement and Blazing Fire running about. He opened the door and stepped inside.

“I'm home!” he called out.

“Daddy!” Blazing cried. She ran up to Braveheart and jumped up into his arms. Braveheart winced a bit.

“Be careful, Blazing,” Braveheart said. “I got hurt in Manehattan. Don't be too rough.”

“Sorry,” Blazing apologized. Braveheart put her down as Sunset Shimmer walked up. They gave each other a quick hug and a kiss.

“Are you all right?” Sunset asked.

“I'm fine,” Braveheart said. “I just ran into a bit of trouble on the way back. I got stabbed in the side, but I'm OK.”

“What?!” Sunset gasped.

“I don't know who it was, but somepony tried to kill me,” Braveheart explained. “But I knocked him unconscious, but not before I got stabbed.”

“I'm glad you made it back in one piece,” Sunset said.

“Me too,” Braveheart sighed. He sat down on the couch and rested. Blazing sat down next to him. Braveheart smiled at his daughter and put an arm around her shoulder.

“I'm happy to see you, Dad,” Blazing quietly said.

“Same for you,” Braveheart agreed. He put his head back and dozed off, as Blazing Fire put her head on his chest and fell asleep as well. Sunset sighed and walked upstairs to her room.

Braveheart woke up a couple of hours later to the sound of his telephone ringing. Being careful not to wake up Blazing, he quietly levitated the phone to his hand.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Braveheart?” a masculine voice asked.

“Yes, that's me,” Braveheart said. “Who is this?”

“This is the head guard at the Canterlot Humane Asylum,” the voice said. “Your attacker from the train back here has requested to speak with you.”

“Do you have a name?”

“No,” the head guard said. “Nor a decent mug shot. The assailant refuses to remove his hood for anypony. He won't even say a word except for 'I will speak only with Braveheart.' It seems rather strange if you ask me.”

“I'll be right there,” Braveheart agreed.

“Thank you,” the head guard said. “We'll be expecting you.” Braveheart hung up the phone and carefully moved Blazing's head aside. He stood up and slung his shoulder pack around his back. He was about to walk out the door when Sunset came down the stairs.

“Braveheart, where are you going?” she quietly asked. Braveheart turned around.

“The head guard of the Canterlot Humane Asylum called me,” Braveheart explained. “He said that the pony who attacked me on the train wishes to speak with me. I won't be gone long. I promise.”

“Please be careful,” Sunset pleaded. “You don't know what that guy could be up to. And...I can't lose you.”

“It's OK,” Braveheart said. “I'll be back before Blazing's bedtime.” Braveheart kissed Sunset on the cheek and walked out the door. Sunset wrapped her arms around herself as Braveheart took off for the Humane Asylum. She hoped the best for him and shut the door.

~~~

“I will ask you the same thing,” a Canterlot interrogator said. “Who do you work for?”

“And my answer will be the same,” the hooded pony said. “I will speak only with Braveheart.” The hooded pony was being interrogated in one of the interrogation rooms of the Canterlot Humane Asylum, but the guards were getting nowhere. The hooded pony wouldn't budge on his urge to speak with Braveheart, despite the guards refusing it. This had gone on for an hour before the guards finally snapped. The head guard called up Braveheart and asked him to come down to the asylum. Braveheart arrived at 5 PM. The head guard was waiting for him.

“Ah, Braveheart,” he said. “Glad you could make it. This way.” Braveheart and the head guard walked into the asylum. Braveheart was led through the corridors, with deranged criminals in their cells.

“How much information have you been able to acquire?” Braveheart asked.

“None at all,” the head guard replied. “The assailant has been extremely stubborn, even with our most experienced interrogators.”

“Could you even find out the pony's gender?”

“Surprisingly, no. The criminal has refused to tell us anything at all. No gender, not who he works for, nothing. We're just assuming it's a male for convenience sake.”

“I see.” Braveheart and the head guard approached the door to the interrogation observation room. The head guard opened the door as the interrogator stormed out of the room where the convict was.

“It's hopeless!” he stormed. “He won't say a thing!”

“Calm down,” the head guard said. “We'll get our answers. Braveheart just arrived.”

“Maybe he'll have better luck,” another interrogator said.

“I doubt it,” the angry one scoffed. “I'm going home.” The interrogator slammed the door shut, causing a few guards to wince.

“Don't worry about him,” the head guard said to Braveheart. “He's been known to have an explosive temper. Good luck in there. He's already killed two of our best.” Braveheart nodded and walked into the interrogation room. The hooded pony was handcuffed to the bloody table. Braveheart stealthily undid the fastener holding his revolver in place and sat down, crossing his fingers and placing his hands on the table.

“Hello there,” he said, keeping his composure. “I am Braveheart. You wished to speak with me.”

“Indeed,” the assailant confirmed. “These matters are personal between you and I. I will not speak to anypony else.” Braveheart caught the assailant's drift and looked towards the hidden observation window.

“Turn off the speakers and close the window blinds,” he ordered.

“I'm afraid that cannot happen,” the head guard said. “We must listen to...”

“Do it,” Braveheart firmly said. “Leave the room until I have finished. That is an order.” There was a brief silence.

“Very well,” the head guard agreed. Braveheart waited a moment until he was sure all of the guards had left the observation room. He turned back to the assailant.

“Let's get right to it, shall we,” he suggested. “Who do you work for?”

“I work for Millennium,” the assailant said.

“What is Millennium?” Braveheart questioned.

“A lost organization that I took an interest to,” the assailant explained. “It focused on bringing about humanity's end, but it had reasons for doing so. I took an interest to their reasons, and I've followed their ways for years.”

“I see. Would you mind removing your hood for me?” Braveheart felt an anger coming from the assailant.

“If I do, you must not tell anypony who I am,” the assailant said.

“No promises,” Braveheart shrugged. The assailant sighed heavily and leaned forward. He engulfed his magic aura around his hood and removed it, as well as a mask around his face. The light shone onto the assailant's face, and Braveheart's eyes went wide at who he saw. A white unicorn with a curled purple and pink mane came into Braveheart's vision. Her sea green eyes pierced through his own.

“Sweetie Belle?!” Braveheart raged. “It was you?!”

“Yes,” Sweetie Belle said. “I work for Millennium.”

“Why?” Braveheart fumed.

“After the disbandment of the Assassins, Rarity showed me her work,” Sweetie Belle said. “I worked with her in the Boutique for a good while, but then she found my hidden blade. She scolded me for keeping a weapon in the shop, and she banned me from even touching a sewing needle. I was outraged. I crept downstairs when she was asleep and took the blade back. I took it apart and modified it to be even more deadly. I enchanted it with magic to give whoever was wounded by it a false sense of confidence when going to the doctor for inspection. The wound would appear uninfected if untreated, and the victim would eventually die from magic poisoning. I wanted to make Rarity suffer for confiscating my only means of defense, so I made that mask and hood that night and stabbed Rarity multiple times in her sleep. She woke up, of course, but I hopped out the window and ran off before she could see who did it. I hid the new knife and my mask and cloak in my room and walked up to Rarity the next morning. She seemed to have calmed down, and she showed me how to sew without a needle. Of course, that proved extremely difficult; Rarity's way of punishing me. She suffered and died from the poisoning after a few days. I've been running the shop ever since, using a disguise spell to assume Rarity's form and voice.”

“I thought you were better than this,” Braveheart stormed.

“I found out about Millennium shortly after,” Sweetie Belle continued. “I followed in their ways, until I was led to you. You ruined me by taking me out. I'm surprised you haven't died yet.”

“I got the wound treated by a paramedic,” Braveheart said. “Doctor Redheart took a look at the wound, and you're right that it doesn't infect. But I got it treated, so I'm not dead.”

“Such a shame, too,” Sweetie Belle murmured, shaking her head. “I could have stalled the guards for such a long time, and they would have never found out.” Braveheart stood up, furious.

“You could have lived a better life,” he said. “Next time, check your privilege.” Sweetie Belle put her mask back on and pulled the hood back over her head. Braveheart spawned in a magic restraint and slipped it over Sweetie Belle's horn, cutting off her magic. He pulled her enchanted knife from her cloak. He left the interrogation room and shut the door. He opened up the blinds and turned the speakers back on in the observation room, then opened the door. The guards were waiting for him outside.

“Well?” the head guard asked.

“The assailant is sentenced to a lifetime in maximum security,” Braveheart said, neither breaking pace nor turning his head. “Let her rot with the mask and hood on.”

“Very well,” the head guard said. Braveheart left the building and flew back home. He walked inside and sat down at the table. He pinched between his eyes and gave a heavy sigh.

“Glad you made it within your promised time frame,” Sunset said, sitting down.

“Oh, shut up,” Braveheart said.

“So what happened at the asylum?”

“You won't believe who the assailant was.”

“Who?”

“It was Sweetie Belle.”

“What?!” Sunset gasped.

“She killed her sister with an enchanted knife and started following in Millennium's ways,” Braveheart said. He took out the knife and laid it down on the table. He charged up a spell and incinerated the knife.

“Braveheart, these recent attacks aren't normal,” Sunset worried. “I'm afraid that there's something much bigger going on that we don't know about.” Braveheart and Sunset thought about this. What could be going on in Equestria?

Chapter 7: The Bird of Hermes is My Name...

Alushy stood up from her throne and flew up out of the armory. The house was darkened. Braveheart, Sunset Shimmer, and Blazing Fire were asleep upstairs. Seras had also fallen asleep in a dark corner of the armory, leaving Alushy the only one awake. She decided to go for a walk in the Everfree. She quietly opened up the door and stepped outside. She shut the door behind her and flew to the Everfree. The cool night air felt refreshing on Alushy’s wings and body. Her trench coat flowed in the wind, and she had to hold her hat to her head to prevent it from flying off her head. The moonlight reflected off of her glasses, giving off a red glow. A couple of Pegasi flew past her, and she grinned at them. They nervously waved back and flew away. Alushy landed at the entrance to the Everfree a few minutes later. The very essence of the forest seemed to draw away from Alushy’s presence. A few timberwolves howled in the distance at the moon, further improving Alushy’s mood. Something urged Alushy to go into the deepest part of the woods. She followed her gut into the Everfree.

“I can’t remember the last time I went on a midnight stroll through the woods,” Alushy said to herself. “I’ve forgotten how good it feels.” She continued through the dense forest. The air was clear, the moon was full, and she was dying to sink her teeth into something. She had gone about five miles into the Everfree when she stopped. She felt the presence of Celestia. She instinctively ducked and rolled to avoid a swinging blade, pulling out the Casull and the Jackal upon reaching her standing position. She pointed them at where the attack came from. Standing there, pissed off more than anything, was Applejack in her robes. Her glasses shone menacingly in the moonlight.

“Why are you here?” Alushy asked.

“Ah was gonna ask you the same thing,” Applejack retorted, blades out.

“I was drawn to an odd presence I felt deep within these woods,” Alushy said. “It feels familiar.”

“Were you now?” Applejack questioned, a bit surprised. “Ah was doin’ the exact same.”

“Oh, really?” Alushy deadpanned. Applejack nodded and put her blades away. Alushy slid her guns back into her coat.

“Next time we see each other, nothing will stop our fight,” she said.

“Agreed,” Applejack said. She and Alushy turned away from each other and went their separate ways through the Everfree.

~~~

Back in Canterlot, Braveheart had just woken up from a loud bang. He got up out of bed and quietly walked downstairs. He flipped on a light switch and found that the kitchen window had been shattered. He pulled out his gun and cautiously looked around. He heard the click of a hammer behind his head.

“Move, and I blow your brains out,” a familiar feminine voice threatened. Braveheart recognized the voice.

“Twilight?” he asked.

“You got that right,” Twilight hissed. “Now get on your knees.” Braveheart cracked a slick smile, then spouted a one liner Alucard had said once.

“I’m not your mother last night!” Twilight was taken aback by this, and Braveheart gave a small laugh. “Oh, that felt good,” he said. While Twilight was still in shock, Braveheart whipped around and grabbed her with his magic, keeping her from pulling the trigger.

“Let me go,” Twilight growled.

“Not until I get some answers,” Braveheart refused. “Why are you here, in my house, threatening to kill me?”

“I won’t tell you anything,” Twilight retorted. Braveheart walked behind Twilight. With her being constrained with magic, she couldn’t turn her head. Braveheart undid the strap on his holster, allowing his revolver to come free.

“I don’t have time for this,” he deadpanned. “I should be asleep. You’re lucky you didn’t wake up Blazing Fire. She really gets cranky when she doesn’t get her sleep. And so do I. Now, I won’t ask you again. Why are you doing here, threatening to kill me?” Twilight wouldn’t say a word. Braveheart gave a heavy sigh. He pulled out his revolver and cocked back the hammer.

“I don’t want to kill you Twilight,” he said. “But I will do what I must.” He put the muzzle of the gun to Twilight’s forehead. She started to sweat. Braveheart inched the trigger closer to the firing point, and Twilight panicked when she saw the chamber slowly spin toward a bullet.

“OK, OK!” she cried, finally snapping. Braveheart took his finger off the trigger and put his gun away.

“Start talking,” he ordered.

“All right,” Twilight agreed. “I came to the realization that you had to die.”

“Why?” Braveheart questioned.

“It’s best for Equestria,” Twilight said. “You bring out the worst in Equestria, and the worst in me.”

“Lies,” Braveheart fumed. “Had you been the only one to rule Equestria after the Princesses’ death, Equestria would’ve fallen into chaos long ago.”

“You were favored by Luna,” Twilight said. “She somehow convinced Celestia to allow you to rule. I should have been the one. I was Celestia’s personal student before I ascended into Alicornhood, and I was more worthy than you.” Braveheart shook his head.

“You may be a princess,” he said. “But you were still young and reckless. I may be younger than you, but I was more mature. You try being abandoned by your own parents as soon as you could walk. I had to fend for myself on the streets. I had to mature just to survive. Had Luna not found me, I would have died long before I got to you after my accident. You nursed me back to health without a second thought.”

“But had I known you’d become the Princesses’ favorite, I would have left you for dead,” Twilight hissed.

“Bullshit!” Braveheart cried. “There were no favorites with Celestia and Luna. There was no telling what would happen to the Princesses or Equestria. I’ll have you know that I helped destroy the second Changeling threat. You’d just rely on your precious Elements of Harmony. I took a stand. No more of this. I ought to turn you in to the authorities.”

“Do that, and Equestria would fall,” Twilight countered. Braveheart rolled his eyes. He was furious.

“Maybe I should have Alushy take care of you,” Braveheart suggested. “I know she’d have some fun with you.”

“Alushy?” Twilight asked.

“Oh right,” Braveheart remembered. “You don’t know. I was visited by Miss Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing, who gave me and Sunset Shimmer the responsibility of running the Hellsing Organization. Her personal vampire hunters, Alucard and Seras Victoria, appeared at this building shortly after. Alucard turned Fluttershy into a vampire, and after Fluttershy drank Alucard’s blood after he was ‘killed,’ his soul merged with hers, and they are now known as Alushy. And Applejack was the one who ‘killed’ Alucard.” Twilight’s eyes went wide at the mention of Applejack. Braveheart noticed.

“You know something, don’t you?” he guessed. Twilight looked around nervously. Braveheart pulled out his revolver.

“Yes!” Twilight cried. “I’m Applejack’s boss. We’re also vampire hunters, working under the guidance of Celestia. We are the Iscariot Organization.”

“Alushy mentioned that name,” Braveheart said. “Who is your boss?”

“Nopony,” Twilight said. “I’m the head of the organization.” Braveheart spun his gun on his finger and slid it away. He’d need more time to interrogate Twilight. He tied her to a chair, gagged her, restrained her magic, and put her in the darkest corner of the armory before slamming the hatch shut and dialing up Alushy.

~~~

Alushy kept walking through the Everfree. She was close to the very heart of the forest. During her walk, she had shot three timberwolves, a cragadile, and an ursa major. Her soft side kept her from killing them, but she wounded them into leaving her alone. She stopped walking as she finished dealing with another timberwolf. In the heart of the Everfree forest sat a giant, black, dead tree. It was split down the middle, and the bark was charred. An evil presence radiated from within the tree. Inside was a silver coffin with a demonic eye symbol near the top. Underneath the eye were the words, “The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.” This was the coffin that held the power to Alucard’s level 0 restriction, with all of his devoured souls since his last restriction release. Alushy stepped closer to the coffin and put a hand to it. Dark magic flowed from the coffin into Alushy. Her eyes lit up red and she grinned evilly. Her flip phone suddenly rang. She flipped it open and held it to her ear.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Alushy, it’s Braveheart,” Braveheart said. “I need you back at the estate to deal with an issue.”

“I’m on my way,” Alushy agreed. She instantaneously teleported to Braveheart’s kitchen. Braveheart was waiting for her, rings around his eyes from lack of sleep.

“What are your orders my master?” Alushy asked. “You look tired.”

“I was awoken not long ago by Twilight Sparkle, new head of the Iscariot Organization,” Braveheart explained. “She tried to kill me. Do with her what you wish, but have some fun doing it.” Alushy grinned at this.

“Where is she?” she asked.

“In the basement,” Braveheart said. “Speaking with Seras. She should have the answers Hellsing needs.” Alushy nodded and climbed into the basement. Braveheart shut the hatch and went back to bed.

Twilight was struggling in her bonds in the corner. Seras was standing by Alushy’s throne.

“Master, Twilight has told me everything,” she informed.

“Good,” Alushy smiled. “I’ll deal with her from here.” Seras left the armory, locking the hatch behind her. Alushy walked to the chair Twilight was restrained in. She undid her gag and bonds. Twilight stood up as Alushy removed her magic restraint. Twilight punched Alushy in the gut and started to run. Alushy quickly grabbed Twilight by the back of her collar.

“You’re going nowhere,” Alushy hissed.

“Try me,” Twilight growled. She let loose a magic blast, sending Alushy reeling back. She spawned in a powerful rifle and fired at Alushy, who drew the Casull and the Jackal. The bullets struck Alushy, but had little effect. Alushy fired her guns, but Twilight avoided them with ease. She was having a bit of fun with this.

“You can’t touch me!” she cried, avoiding bullets left and right. “I’m hand crafted to kill monsters like you! My magic, my stamina, my powerful rifle. Hey, twerp yours! In comparison to you, I am a demi-god! Maybe more powerful than Celestia!” Alushy was hunched over, bleeding out. Yet she was laughing. Twilight was confused.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Yes,” Alushy said. “I haven’t had this much fun in ages!” She looked up, one eye missing, replaced with a glowing red dot. “What did you say your name was?”

“It’s Twilight,” Twilight said. “Twilight Sparkle.”

“Twilight Sparkle,” Alushy hissed, her darker side taking over. “It’s obvious that your magic does rival that of even Celestia.” She put her hands to the side of her head, uttering a systematic control release.

“Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems 3...2...1. Approval of situation A recognized; commencing the Cromwell Invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent.” She moved her hands in a specific motion, making a rectangle around her eye. The armory went completely black, and disembodied eyes flew into Alushy. Twilight was terrified. A single eye opened up from the middle of Alushy’s darkened head.

“Now, Twilight Sparkle,” Alushy demonically growled. “It’s time to educate you on how I DO BATTLE!” Two demonic dogs emerged from Alushy’s body, charging at Twilight. Alushy’s shit-grinning head and arms fell to the ground in a bloody mess. Twilight screamed and ran for the ladder to the hatch, not knowing it was locked. Alushy’s arm sprouted from the mouth of one of the hell hounds, holding the Jackal. She fired, and the bullet tore off one of Twilight’s legs. Twilight cried out in pain as she tried to keep going. Alushy fired again, tearing off another leg. Twilight screamed in agony as she tumbled to the floor. She took hold of the ladder and climbed up, but when she tried to open the hatch, she found it locked. Knowing she was defeated, she dropped back to the ground and started to cry. She looked back to see Alushy changed. Her hair was flowing free, and she now wore her black, torn strait jacket. There was a large, bloodshot eye on Alushy’s chest, and the Hound of Baskerville replaced her right arm. Alushy had a sinister smile plastered on her face.

“Come on, get up!” Alushy cried. “Attack me! You've only suffered the loss of your legs! Summon up your familiars! Transform your body! Heal your severed legs and stand! The night is still so young. Come on, hurry, hurry, hurry! Pull yourself together. The fun has just begun! Come on! HURRY!”

“MONSTER!!!” Twilight yelled. The armory went silent. Alushy frowned in disappointment.

“So, this is who you truly are,” she muttered out loud.

“SHUT UP!” Twilight cried. “You’re nothing but a dog! A destructive toy for Canterlot!” Alushy sighed.

“You’re pathetic,” she growled. “I thought you’d be more of a challenge. Apparently I was wrong. If I’m a dog, then you’re dog food.” The Hound of Baskerville howled, and it charged. Twilight squeezed off three shots before the hell hound was upon her. Limb by limb, Twilight Sparkle, former student of Celestia and Princess of Friendship, was devoured by Alushy. Her own greed and jealousy led her to this fate. There was nothing left but a red stain on the floor. Alushy reverted to normal as her ability restrictions returned.

“It’s a shame I overestimated you,” she grumbled. Alushy sat down in her throne and absorbed the rest of Twilight’s blood as Seras flew back into the armory.

Braveheart had been listening to Alushy and Twilight battle before he laid down for some sleep. He had just laid down when Sunset tapped his shoulder. He rolled over to face her.

“What happened?” she whispered. Braveheart sighed.

“Twilight tried to kill me,” he said. “Her jealousy got the better of her.”

“What did you do to her?”

“Seras and I interrogated her. I got the basics, and Seras got the rest. She’ll be telling all of us tomorrow morning.”

“Twilight?”

“No. Seras and I. Alushy killed Twilight.”

“What?!”

“She gave me no choice,” Braveheart reasoned. “She was too dangerous to us to be kept alive.”

“Well, I guess if there was no other choice…” Sunset reluctantly agreed.

“I didn’t want to kill her either, Sunset. But she was too dangerous. I’m sorry.” Sunset nodded and rolled over. Braveheart wrapped his arms around Sunset and they both fell asleep.

Chapter 8: ...Eating My Wings to Make Me Tame! (Part 1)

The next morning, everypony got up at the crack of dawn to prepare for Braveheart and Seras’s report. It was a Monday. They all met in the living room. Seras and Braveheart stood in the center of the room and Sunset Shimmer and Blazing Fire sat down on the couch. Alushy stayed standing in the back of the room. Blazing was finishing up her breakfast as she sat down.

“Let’s make this quick,” Braveheart began. “It has been made clear to Hellsing that the Millennium Organization is planning an assault on Hellsing. They are using artificial vampire ponies as their armies, and it is unclear when or where the attack will come, from what I was able to discern.”

“Twilight Sparkle has informed me that the attack will be a head on assault by week's end,” Seras said. “The army will be fully armed and highly dangerous. She has also said that Iscariot and Millennium are working together. But with her dead, it is unclear whether or not Iscariot will fight.” Everyone’s eyes went wide at this, including Braveheart.

“What!?” he and Sunset said in unison.

“Score!” Alushy cried.

“We have until the end of the week to prepare for the attack,” Seras continued. “This will not be any ordinary attack, as all forces will be focused on us, and not each other. Everypony must help.” Seras looked towards Blazing Fire when she said that. Sunset looked down and held her close.

“No,” she refused. “She’s too young. She can’t shoot a gun without falling on her flank. She’s not ready. She can’t fly for very long either.”

“I’ll get her ready,” Alushy said. “I’ll teach her to use a gun, and get her up off the ground. We have no other choice. Everypony must fight for Hellsing. Besides, should all else fail, I have a failsafe. My restrictions level zero. It unleashes my true form, more powerful than anypony in this world. It can wipe entire legions away from existence.” Sunset Shimmer thought about this. She finally made up her mind.

“All right,” she reluctantly agreed. She turned to her daughter and looked her in the eyes. “Blazing, you listen very carefully to Alushy, and do exactly what she tells you. Understand?”

“Yes, mom,” Blazing sincerely nodded. Sunset nodded back, and Alushy opened up the hatch.

“Come along, Blazing Fire,” she said. “We have a lot of work to do.” Blazing walked over to the hatch and started to climb down. Sunset gave her daughter one last pleading look before the hatch closed. Sunset sighed and sat back down, wrapping her arms around herself. Braveheart put an arm around her shoulder.

“She’ll be all right,” he assured her. “I trust Alushy, and I know she won’t let any harm come to Blazing.”

“I’m not worried about Alushy,” Sunset said. “I’m worried about Blazing. I don’t want her to shoot herself.”

“She’ll be fine,” Braveheart reasoned. “I’ve showed her my revolver once or twice, and showed her where each part is, including which end the bullet comes out of. Don’t worry.” Sunset nodded. Braveheart realized something.

“Can you shoot?” he asked.

“I can, but I choose not to,” Sunset said. “I prefer a blade or my magic.”

“I still have a lot of weapons in the armory. We can get you something there. I could probably enchant them with the same blessed magic from the bullets as well.”

“That should work.”

“Let’s do that now before Alushy and Blazing start shooting things.” Sunset and Braveheart stepped over to the armory and climbed inside. Alushy was showing Blazing Fire his two signature guns.

“Don’t mind us,” Braveheart said. “We’re just finding Sunset some weapons for the assault.”

“I did some rearranging, just so you know,” Alushy informed. “I put weapons on the far wall behind my throne. Everything else is on either the left or right wall. All behind the throne.”

“Good to know,” Braveheart nodded. He and Sunset walked back to where Alushy directed.

“That’s a lot of weapons,” Sunset breathed. “There are too many choices.”

“I actually found all these,” Braveheart explained. “They were just here, in the armory, ready for use.”

“Do you have any recommendations?”

“Something with a bit of range, so the vampires don’t get too close, such as a light, yet long broadsword. If you’re a bit more partial to reusable shots than bullets, the crossbow is a good choice. Or a longbow if you prefer. Or, if you want to get close and personal, not that I would, the hidden blade is the ideal option. The big thing you want to ask yourself is, ‘Will the weapon remove the head or pierce through the heart?’ That’s the most important factor.” Sunset nodded and looked at the weapon rack.

Braveheart walked over to the assassin robes and picked one out. It was a blood red with black highlights as well as a black belt and bags. He gave it to Sunset for her to put on later. She took some more time to look through the weapons before choosing a hidden blade, a sword, throwing knives, a dagger, and a crossbow. Braveheart stepped in front of her, turned his back, and spread his wings to give her some privacy as she slipped on the robes. Once she had finished, Braveheart helped her put the weapons in their proper places and get the hidden blade on. Sunset figured out the mechanism for the blade on her own. She didn’t exactly like the hood, so Braveheart cut it off and made it look natural. Once all that had been done, Sunset left the armory with Braveheart and walked upstairs. She took a look at herself in the mirror, admiring the look of the robes.

“It’s certainly an acquired look,” she stated.

“I picked out the blood red color to blend in with blood stains on the robes, should they get any,” Braveheart said.

“Good enough for me,” Sunset agreed. Braveheart had to get his own arsenal together. He walked into the kitchen and walked in front of his refrigerator. He pressed a hidden switch underneath the counter that only he knew about. The fridge slid down, revealing a hidden room. Braveheart stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He felt around for the light switch and turned it on.

The room lit up with a spark, and the light came on. The blue-hued light illuminated a long wall, racked top to bottom, left to right with guns. Machine guns, sniper rifles, rocket launchers, pistols, everything. There were only three empty spaces. They were for Braveheart’s revolver, the Casull, and the Jackal. Ammunition crates were on the floor, lined up against the wall below the guns, ranging from rockets to .50 caliber blessed bullets, and various attachments for the guns. Braveheart had secretly collected all these guns during the peaceful years of Hellsing’s existence in his possession. He enchanted all the ammo himself, racked each gun from least to most powerful, and kept them all in order. Now, all that work has led up to this moment.

Braveheart pulled out his revolver and opened up the .357 bullet ammo crate. He pulled out a small box of bullets and reloaded his gun. He spun the revolver around his finger and smoothly slid it into his holster. Making sure to keep his own safety first, he took a suit of body armor and slid it on. Wanting nothing to get through, he slid on more armor, until he had a full Juggernaut suit on. Attached was a long chain of .50 cal. bullets. Braveheart took a heavy M134 minigun off the rack. He took a large bag from an ammo crate and set it down. He pulled out another .50 cal. bullet chain and slid it into the minigun. Braveheart decided that this was enough, so he took it all off and set it aside for the attack. He checked a small one way wall opening for anypony in the kitchen. He saw nopony, so he opened up the hidden door and stepped out, closing it behind him.

As he walked back into the living room, Sunset was sitting on the couch with her robes on. She was tossing a throwing knife into the air and catching it. She looked up to see her husband.

“You prepared?” Braveheart asked.

“Yeah,” Sunset nodded.

“Good,” Braveheart said. Nopony at Hellsing knew how many foes they would face, or how long it would take. But they did know one thing. They would all fight down to the end.

~~~

Four days later, everypony was ready for battle. Blazing Fire had mastered a pistol in record time, and she was up and off the ground for almost indefinite periods. Sunset was geared up in her robes, weapons at the ready. Alushy had a shit-eating grin on her face. Seras’s demonic arm was jumpy and spastic. Her Harkonnen was loaded and slung over her shoulder. Braveheart was wearing his armor and had his minigun in his magical grasp. His helmet was off and he held his revolver in his mechanical hand. They were all ready to fight. They all sat down in the living room for one last briefing. Braveheart stood up in the center of the room.

“The time has come,” he said. “The combined forces of the Iscariot and Millennium Organizations will come armed literally to the teeth. We must not back down.” He magically projected a large scale map across the coffee table. “Alushy will be the very last line of defense between those vampires and Hellsing,” he said, pointing to a position on the map. Blazing will be before her, Seras before her, Sunset before her, and myself at the front. Should anypony become overwhelmed, fall back to the next line of defense, but keep your sight on the attackers. Keep firing. With this technique, I hope to create a stronger defense each time somepony is forced to fall back.”

“What about the number of attackers?” Sunset Shimmer asked. “We have no idea how many vampires there will be, or what their attack pattern is.”

“She’s right,” Seras agreed.

“Twilight never told you?” Braveheart asked Seras. Seras shook her head with regret. Braveheart sighed.

“This makes things a lot harder.”

“We need somepony to infiltrate the enemy ranks and find that out for themselves,” Blazing Fire said. “Surly the leader will be issuing orders to the vampires.”

“Blazing is right,” Alushy said. “If somepony were to find out how many vampires we’re up against, and how they’ll attack, that could give us an advantage. We know they’ll attack head on, but we don’t know if the attacks will come in waves or one big strike.”

“Does anypony object to this plan of action?” Braveheart asked. Nopony spoke up. “Very well. We need somepony to carry out this infiltration.”

“I’ll do it,” Blazing volunteered. Sunset shook her head.

“Absolutely not,” she said.

“Why not?” Blazing asked.

“It’s too dangerous.”

“More dangerous than what we are about to do?”

“Much! You’re sneaking behind enemy lines. What would happen if they were to see you?”

“Sunset, calm down,” Braveheart said, putting a hand to her shoulder. “We don’t have another choice. Blazing is the most unlikely suspect anypony would believe to be an assailant. Besides, her ability of flight would prove useful.”

“I can also fly silently,” Blazing added. “Alushy showed me how, and I’m sure you have an invisibility spell, right Dad?”

“I do,” Braveheart confirmed.

“And if I were to get spotted, I would shoot and make a run for it,” Blazing said. “I’m a fast flyer, and I’m good at darting around corners.” Braveheart looked into Sunset’s eyes, mentally pleading for her to consider this. Tears watered up in Sunset’s eyes, and Braveheart wiped them away.

“She’ll be all right,” he whispered. “I promise.” Sunset closed her eyes and nodded. She turned to Blazing Fire.

“All right,” she agreed, choked. “Go ahead.”

“I promise I’ll come back in one piece,” Blazing assured. Braveheart cast an invisibility spell on Blazing, and she disappeared from sight. After a second, the door opened, closed, and Blazing Fire was off. Braveheart and Sunset Shimmer prayed for their daughter’s safe return.

~~~

Blazing Fire flew through the afternoon air, holding her pistols in each hand. She was equipped with two more clips each, a protective vest, one hand grenade, two poison grenades, a gas mask, and wing armor. She kept her flight quiet, despite all the equipment she was carrying. As she flew over the remains of Canterlot Castle, she saw a vast amount of ponies, lined up in rows in front of the castle. Blazing landed on a nearby roof and surveyed the scene. Through a quick estimation, she found over 10,000 vampires armed for battle. She looked toward the castle ruins, and saw the general giving a speech. She flew close enough to hear what he was saying.

“…will see the end of Hellsing!” the general cried. “This day marks the end of Braveheart, and the end of Alushy! Who will join me in this fight?!” The vampires raised their arms to the sky and cheered. Blazing took a close look at the general, and she couldn’t quite make out who she saw. A brightly colored Pegasus with a mechanical left wing stood at the front of the vampire army, facing them. He wore a black military coat, black combat boots, and a black helmet. The emblem on the helmet and the coat was a red band with a white circle on top of it. On top of the white circle was a black pair of wings. Blazing snapped a quick photo of the army and the general. She also snapped a picture of a hanging banner of the emblem.

“Then we will fight!” the general cried. “Fight and destroy the Hellsing Organization!” This time, the general and all the vampires removed their helmets. The general’s hair fell free, giving Blazing fire a good look at her. Blazing’s eyes went wide as she quickly snapped a picture. She couldn’t believe who she just saw. The general moved on to the battle plan.

“You will march on the Hellsing Organization Headquarters in legions of a thousand each,” she said. “You will have equal amounts of powerful and less powerful individuals in each legion. In this formation, the total 10 waves will tire out Hellsing, giving us the opening to end the battle quickly.” Blazing took note of the battle plan. As she planted her feet to take off, she slipped. Losing her footing on the roof, she fell, and was left hanging on the edge. A few shingles fell from her sides, landing on a couple of heads.

“Oh, crud,” she whispered. The general looked up to where the shingles had fallen, and saw Blazing Fire, her invisibility spell run dry.

“Spy!” she cried. “Kill her!” Blazing took flight from the roof, disappearing from view. A few vampire ponies fired on the spot where Blazing was.

“Cease fire!” the general cried. Blazing had stationed herself on a nearby roof. She took off and squeezed off two shots from her pistols, killing two vampires. She could hear gunshots and the general yelling in anger as she flew back to home.

~~~

Braveheart, Alushy, Seras, and Sunset were anxiously waiting for Blazing Fire to return. Sunset was more concerned over her daughter’s safety than anything. Braveheart was trying to calm her down, but wasn’t getting anywhere. The knob of the door turned, and the door slid open. Everypony whipped around as Blazing Fire walked inside.

“I’m back,” she said. Sunset ran up to her and pulled her up in a tight hug.

“Thank Celestia you’re OK,” she whispered. Blazing patted her mother on the back. Sunset put her down, and she walked up to the coffee table.

“Glad to see you back, kid,” Alushy said. “What’d you find out?”

“The army has a total of 10,000 vampires,” Blazing started. She was immediately cut off by Braveheart and Seras.

“WHAT!?” they cried in unison.

“Oh, this is going to be too much fun,” Alushy grinned. “I better not miss a damn thing.” Blazing continued.

“They’ll come in ten waves of 1000. The intent is to tire us out, then overwhelm us in sheer numbers.” Blazing pulled out her photos she had taken and gave them to Braveheart. Alushy leaned in close to see.

“That’s a lot of vampires,” Braveheart winced, looking at the picture of the army.

“I’ll be feasting for weeks,” Alushy said, salivating. Braveheart set down the picture, revealing the next one.

“That must be the general,” he said. “You can tell from the prominent emblem on the military coat.” He moved on to the next picture. It was the photo of the emblem banner.

“That looks an awful lot like the Nazi flag,” Alushy noted. “Only the Swastika is missing. Everything else is the same. No surprise from Millennium.”

“Look at the final picture,” Blazing urged. “It might shock you.” Braveheart set down the current photo, and his and Alushy’s eyes went wide. The photo was of a cyan Pegasus with a rainbow mane.

“Rainbow Dash?!” Braveheart and Alushy cried in unison.

“Wait, what?!” Sunset gasped.

“Rainbow Dash is the general of Millennium?!” Braveheart wondered aloud, stunned. He couldn’t believe this. He thought he knew Rainbow Dash. She was his adoptive mother and the only one he truly trusted other than Sunset. She took care of him from a young age after Luna found him and taught him to fly. To take care of himself. Braveheart’s head was spinning, and he couldn’t think straight.

“You all right?” Sunset asked. Braveheart was shaking and close to tears.

“No,” he whispered. “I’m not. Not at all.” Despite the suit's reluctance to do so, Braveheart sat down in his armor. His minigun fell with a hard clang on the floor. Sunset got a determined look on her face.

“Change of plans,” she ordered. “Braveheart is clearly out of commission for this fight. I will be at the front, Seras behind me, Blazing Fire behind Seras, and Alushy behind Blazing. Alushy will remain the last line of defense.”

“The vampires will be here soon,” Blazing informed.

“Then let’s move out!” Sunset cried. Everypony grabbed their gear and left the building. Sunset put a hand on Braveheart’s shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. Braveheart didn’t look up. Sunset hung her head before standing up and walking out the door, closing it behind her.

Outside, the night sky was lit with the red light of the blood moon. Alushy hadn’t felt this good in a long time. The thrill of an upcoming war, the blood moon’s rays beaming down onto the ground and in the air, and the sound of an army marching nearer and nearer. She cocked back the slides of the Casull and the Jackal, loading a blessed bullet into each one.

Blazing Fire was equipped with her equipment from her flight. She checked the ammo in her pistols to make sure they were full. The guns were fully loaded with blessed rounds. She chambered a bullet into each gun, and held them at the ready. Her wings were spread wide, ready for a fight.

Seras Victoria’s eyes had turned a glowing red. Her late lover, Pip Bernadotte, a French mercenary, encouraged her in her head. He had died at the hands of another vampire long ago, and she drank his blood, his soul within her forever. Seras’s Harkonnen was loaded, and she had a chain of massive rounds at the ready, attached to her gun for rapid fire barrages.

Sunset stepped into position. Her assassin robes and hair flowed gracefully in the night wind. She dragged her finger across the handles of her sheathed throwing knives, drawing out the last one in a swift movement. She inspected the design on the pointed tip before sheathing it again. She pulled out her crossbow and drew her sword, using her magic to load an arrow into the crossbow. She stood at a battle stance, ready for the invasion.

~~~

Rainbow Dash hovered above the first wave of vampires, MP40 assault rifle in hand, watching her troops march into battle. Her wings were spread, one of them mechanical. She had lost it in a battle with the Griffons over at Griffonstone. She had it since replaced with a lightweight metal wing, a more high tech version than Braveheart’s. Oh yes, Braveheart. That traitor and murderer. This thought ran through Rainbow’s head ever since she heard about Twilight’s death. Braveheart had killed her without mercy, and without regret. That’s what she heard. All of the Iscariot Organization had abandoned Millennium after hearing of their leader’s death, and since disappeared into Equestria. But Rainbow Dash was not backing down. She would have revenge for Twilight’s murder, bringing Braveheart down with his pathetic organization.

Both forces were ready for battle, neither one deciding to back down against the other. The war was on, Hellsing VS Millennium for a second time, and this one looked to be just as bloody, if not more so, than the first.

Chapter 8: ...Eating my Wings to Make Me Tame! (Part 2)

As the first wave of Millennium vampires marched closer to Hellsing, Sunset took aim with her crossbow. The army ahead of her slowly closed in, marching of 20 rows of 50. It was time to attack. Using her magic, she fired off a volley of arrows. The first row of vampires went down. The guns started firing, and bullets whizzed past Sunset. She put up a strong magic shield in front of her and loaded another arrow. She fired another arrow volley, killing the next row of vampires. Bullets were hitting Sunset’s magic shield, but were deflected in another direction. Some of the bullets flew back at the vampires, killing them. She kept firing volleys of arrows until the vampires started to close in around her. She covered herself with a magic barrier and put away her crossbow, extending her hidden blade and holding up her sword. As the vampires started to surround Sunset, she slashed and stabbed away. Blood spewed everywhere, onto Sunset, onto corpses, and onto the ground. Any bullets fired at Sunset would deflect back at the shooter, killing them. The vampires on the outer formation kept advancing.

“Seras!” Sunset cried. “Get ready! I’m falling back!” Sunset teleported to Seras, magically bringing her fired crossbow arrows to her.

“How many did you get?” Seras asked over the gunfire.

“About half!” Sunset cried, firing off another volley.

“Not bad,” Seras marveled. She fired off a shot, taking a good chunk of the vampires with the explosive round. Within a few more minutes, the first wave of vampires was dealt with. Sunset and Seras took some deep breaths.

“This could take a while,” Sunset groaned, magic wearing off for the moment. “Take my position. I’m going to go check on Braveheart.”

“You got it,” Seras nodded. Sunset walked past Blazing, who was twirling her guns. She dropped it on occasion, but the safety was on, so it didn’t fire. Alushy was getting bored.

“How many waves?” she asked.

“That was only the first,” Sunset informed. “Go ahead and take Seras’s position for her. She’s covering for me.” Alushy nodded and advanced to her new assigned area.

Sunset walked inside the house. She looked over to Braveheart, who hadn’t moved.

“Hey,” Sunset quietly said. “How you doing?” Braveheart didn’t answer. Sunset sighed and sat down next to him. Gunfire erupted from outside. Braveheart gave a sigh.

“I still can’t believe it,” he said, voice barely a whisper. “She wants to kill me. She actually wants to kill me.”

“Braveheart,” Sunset said. “Listen to me. We need you out there. I had to fall back with the first wave. The first one. We still have to hold out with nine more. We can’t do that alone. We desperately need you.”

“I can’t,” Braveheart muttered. “I just can’t do it. I can’t kill her. She’s the closest thing I’ve ever had to a mother. I can’t kill her.” Sunset gave a sad sigh.

“All right,” she nodded. “We won’t kill her then, but the vampire army must die.”

“So be it,” Braveheart groaned. Sunset stood up and walked back out, leaving Braveheart alone again. Memories started to circle through Braveheart’s head again. Memories of him and Dash when he was still young.

~~~Flashback~~~

Braveheart woke up in a bed, rather than on the couch, where he had fallen asleep. The daylight shone in through the window, but Braveheart shunned it away. He rolled over and closed his eyes tight. He gave a groan and opened his eyes. His lids felt heavy, seemingly taking all his strength to keep his eyes open. Giving up, Braveheart let his eyes close again. He felt a hand on his shoulder.

“You awake?” Dash asked.

“Not really,” Braveheart groggily mumbled.

“Well, when you are, I’ve got breakfast ready downstairs,” Dash said.

“OK,” Braveheart nodded. Dash took her hand away and left the room, leaving the door open. Braveheart opened his eyes and tried to sit up. All of his muscles refused, but he managed to do so anyway. He let himself recover before standing up and walking out of the room. He slowly walked down the stairs, trying to stay upright. After taking one wrong step, Braveheart fell head over heels down the stairs. He face planted onto the cloud floor at the bottom, causing Dash to wince at the sound. She ran over and helped him up.

“You OK?” she asked, a bit panicked.

“If I wasn’t before, I’m sure awake now,” Braveheart groaned. “That hurt.”

“Sure looked and sounded like it did,” Dash said. “Is anything broken?” She patted Braveheart down.

“I don’t think so,” Braveheart said. “Just bruises I think.”

“Well, come sit down,” Dash offered. “I made some toast. You want anything on it?” Braveheart shook his head. Dash gave him a piece and he slowly ate.

“Could you tell me a bit about yourself?” Dash asked.

“What about me?” Braveheart mumbled. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Right,” Dash denied. She sat down close to Braveheart. “Come on. I’m listening.” Braveheart sighed.

“All right,” he agreed. “But I don’t remember much. It was only a few days after my third birthday. My parents ignored me, like they always did. I never knew why, but they practically abused me. They would beat me, give me very little to eat, and flat out call me worthless. I had just gone to bed, in the basement. My only friend was my own conscience. I could only talk to myself. I fell asleep, and woke up cold. I wasn’t in the basement. I was in an alleyway. I was hungry, confused, and scared. I tried to look for my way back home, but, I’d never been outside. I never knew where I was. I eventually gave up. I wandered around for months, staying hidden, eating garbage…alone…” Braveheart started to cry. Dash had heard enough. She took Braveheart in her arms and held him close. She didn’t think his life was that horrible. Princess Luna had only said she found him wandering the streets. Nothing else. Braveheart cried onto her shoulder. Dash tried to calm him down.

“Hey, it’s all right,” she shushed. “It’s OK. Don’t worry. I promised I’d take care of you, and I will.” Braveheart had calmed down a bit, but his eyes were still watering. Dash had started to tear up a bit as well. The two of them just sat there, embracing each other.

~~~Present Day~~~

Braveheart listened to the cracks of the guns outside. The heavy pounding of the vampires marching shook his soul. He knew that Rainbow Dash was out there, joined in with the fight. He felt sick. He knew if he moved so much as an inch, he’d throw up. So he didn’t. He stayed still. He couldn’t stop thinking about Rainbow Dash. His adoptive mother was actually trying to kill him. He couldn’t shake that thought from his head. He closed his eyes and started to cry, something he didn’t do often. He just let himself break down, fueled by his broken heart.

~~~

Outside, almost all of the vampires had been dealt with. The fighters were nearly finished with the ninth wave. They had been pushed back all the way to the house.

“Keep fighting!” Sunset cried. “We have to hold out!”

“But Mom!” Blazing cried. “I’m out of bullets.”

“Same here,” Alushy said.

“I’m also out of rounds,” Seras said. “We have no choice. We have to get out of here.”

“No,” Sunset refused. “We have to stay. Braveheart’s still in there.”

“If we stay, we’ll all die,” Alushy said. “We have to leave. Now.”

“I won’t leave Braveheart!” Sunset cried.

“Mom, listen to me,” Blazing reasoned. “I want to refuse to leave Dad behind, but we don’t have a choice. We have to leave Canterlot. This battle is lost!” Alushy grabbed Sunset, and she Seras, and Blazing Fire took off for Sweet Apple Acres.

“NO!” Sunset cried. “BRAVEHEART!” Her voice was lost over the gunfire.

“Hold your fire!” Rainbow Dash cried. “Let them go!” The gunfire from the vampires ceased. “Braveheart’s more important. Keep marching on the building.” The vampires continued on to Braveheart, Rainbow Dash intent on having her revenge.

~~~

Inside, Braveheart had calmed down some. The gunfire had stopped, but he still didn’t move. He was still remembering everything. The times Dash would calm him down when he lost himself, his flight training, the Rainbow Factory…

Braveheart suddenly jolted up with a gasp. The Rainbow Factory. That wretched facility where he witnessed so many innocent Pegasi get murdered before him, where he lost his wings in the first place. At that moment, all feeling of regret and loss left Braveheart, replaced with pure rage. He put his helmet on, stood up, picked up his minigun, and walked to the door. Before he could open it, a loud knock came from the other side.

“I know you’re in there Braveheart,” Rainbow Dash called. “Open up!” The door exploded off the hinges, knocking Rainbow Dash back. Braveheart took heavy steps through the smoke, minigun spun up.

“You didn’t say please,” he hissed. Rainbow Dash bolted upward as Braveheart cut down the rest of the wave down like grass. The vampires were torn up with holes when they finally hit the ground, and Braveheart’s minigun muzzles were smoking. Rainbow Dash dove down, firing her MP40. The bullets struck Braveheart in the chest, but they had little effect because of the juggernaut armor. She threw down her gun and tackled Braveheart, whipping out a .50 cal. Glock and holding it underneath his helmet visor and below the chin. Braveheart at the same time pulled out his revolver and held it to Rainbow Dash’s temple. They both laid there, waiting for the other to make a move.

“How’s it feel to be on the other end of the gun, huh Braveheart?” Rainbow Dash asked. “You traitor! I bet you feel just like Twilight did when you murdered her.”

“What?” Braveheart asked, a bit confused.

“Don’t play dumb!” Rainbow Dash shouted, tears coming to her eyes. “You killed her without so much as a second thought! You slaughtered her like an animal!”

“Wait a minute, hold on!” Braveheart cried. He quickly used his magic to restrain Rainbow Dash the same way he did with Twilight. He stood up, removing his helmet and putting away his gun. He took Rainbow’s from her hand and threw it to the side. He let go of Rainbow Dash, but magically cuffed her hands and feet.

“You think I killed Twilight?”

“I know you did!” Rainbow Dash yelled. “You murdered her without a hint of regret!”

“Who told you that?” Braveheart questioned.

“It doesn’t matter!” Rainbow Dash screamed.

“It does matter,” Braveheart said. “I didn’t kill her. Alushy did. And I had second thoughts about doing so, even third ones. I’m not heartless you know.”

“BULLSHIT!” Dash cried, tears streaming down her face. Braveheart could tell that Rainbow Dash believed everything she had heard. He cast a spell on himself that let him read minds, and he walked up to Dash. He put a hand to her head and looked into her memory. He went back to the time when Dash first heard about Twilight’s death. Dash was kneeling down, screaming and banging her fists on the floor. Shifting perspectives, Braveheart saw a tall figure sitting on a throne. He had tried to take over Equestria once before, but failed. Now, here he was, head of the Millennium Organization. Braveheart left Dash’s memory, and was back in reality. He looked down to see Dash’s face wet with tears. She had dropped to her knees, and she was sobbing. Braveheart sighed and kneeled down, releasing Rainbow Dash from her magic cuffs. Dash looked up at Braveheart, choked up with emotion. Braveheart looked back at her with sympathy, and wrapped his arms around her. Dash quickly returned the embrace, crying on Braveheart's shoulder.

“I'm sorry,” Braveheart whispered. “I truly didn't want to kill her.” He felt Dash nod on his shoulder. He patted her on the back. They stayed embraced for a good long while before Rainbow Dash pulled away.

“Mom,” Braveheart said. “Why did you join Millennium?”

“Only for revenge,” Dash responded, still a bit choked up. “But now, I want to destroy it.”

“Good choice,” Braveheart nodded. The two of them stood up, reunited. Braveheart took Rainbow Dash inside and dialed up Alushy. The phone rang a few times, but Alushy didn't pick up.

“Sup bitch,” the voice message said. “I couldn't get to the phone, so try again later. You cheeky dick waffle.” The tone sounded for the recording to start.

“Alushy, where the hell are you?” Braveheart asked. “If you're not with Sunset and Blazing, then so help me. Damn it, pick up the phone. Anyway, I'm alive, and we have one more wave of Millennium to deal with. Get your immortal vampire ass back to Canterlot now. I'm waiting for you back at the estate. Hurry up.” Braveheart hung up, ending the message. He sighed in anger.

“Who's Blazing?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Blazing Fire is my daughter,” Braveheart said. The phone suddenly rang. Braveheart picked it up.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Ya got till the crack 'a dawn to get yerself over here,” Applejack hissed.

“Applejack, what's this about?” Braveheart asked.

“Doesn't matter,” Applejack said. “Now git ta the Apple Acres. Ya have till dawn, otherwise ya won't be seein' yer family again.”

“What!?” Braveheart cried. “Applejack, this is an outrage! You leave my family alone…Hello?” Applejack had hung up. Braveheart slammed down the phone and bolted out the door. Dash followed him.

“Hey, wait up!” she called. “Where are you going?”

“I have to save my family,” Braveheart said. “You stay at the house. There's a button underneath the counter near the fridge. It'll open up my gun stash. Defend Hellsing for me.” Dash nodded and flew back to the estate, and Braveheart flew to Sweet Apple Acres. The final wave of Millennium vampires began their march on the Hellsing Organization, hell bent on wiping it from existence.

Chapter 9: Release Restrictions Level Zero

Braveheart landed forcefully on the ground at Sweet Apple Acres, causing it to shake. He had stripped himself of his Juggernaut armor during the flight, because it weighed him down. He drew his revolver and blasted the barn doors open. Applejack was standing in the middle of the barn, clothed in her Iscariot robes, wielding her blades. Braveheart pointed his gun at her, magic bubbling up in his horn.

“I swear to Celestia,” he fumed. “If you so much as put a bruise on my family, I will not make your death a quick one.”

“Good thing ya got here when ya did,” Applejack growled. “Yer lucky Dash didn’t kill ya first.”

“My mother is defending Hellsing against the final wave of Millennium,” Braveheart informed. “I don’t see you doing anything except threatening my family.”

“Ya might want ta look up then,” Applejack said, smirking. Not moving his gun, Braveheart looked up, and saw Sunset Shimmer, Blazing Fire, Seras Victoria, and Alushy standing on the upper support beams of the barn, ropes tied around their necks and gagged. Their arms were tied behind their backs, as were Blazing and Alushy’s wings, and Sunset had a magic restraint on her horn. She was panicking. Blazing stayed relatively calm, as did Seras. Alushy was unamused.

“One a them must die fer the rest ta live,” Applejack demanded. “You choose. But know this. If you dare to attack me, they all die. By the way, those ropes are made of blessed material. Meaning a vampire will die from it.” Braveheart knew Applejack was dead serious, so he released the hammer and sheathed his revolver. He looked up at his family and the vampires. Sunset was pleading with him through telepathy.

“Let Blazing live,” she pleaded. “Don’t let her suffer. I’ll take the sacrifice.”

“I won’t let you,” Braveheart refused. “Both of you are too important to me.” Alushy was also mentally speaking to Braveheart.

“You don’t have to kill any of us,” she said. “Remember what I said back at the estate.”

“The restrictions level zero,” Braveheart remembered. “All right. But be quick about it.” Braveheart closed his eyes. His horn gave a spark.

“Well?” Applejack asked. “Who will it be?”

“This is my order,” Braveheart murmered, just loud enough for Alushy to hear. “Release restrictions level zero. Search and destroy, search and destroy.” Alushy breathed out, releasing a cloud of her own breath.

“I am the bird of Hermes,” she muttered. Her volume increased as she continued. “The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my own wings to keep me tame!” In the Everfree on the other side of Equestria, the front of the tree containing Alushy’s coffin exploded, revealing the coffin completely. The phrase under the eye symbol lit up red, and the lid of the coffin slid away. Red eyes opened up from within the coffin, and the dark magic flowed through the shadows of Equestria into Alushy. Braveheart acted fast and covered himself and his family in a protective aura, levitating them in the air and keeping them safe. The magic singed through the blessed ropes, cutting them. Applejack threw her blessed blades, but they deflected off the magic barrier. Braveheart whipped out his revolver and shot at Applejack. She took the shot to her head, but her healing ability healed the wound almost immediately. Braveheart levitated his family and Seras down to him, and he created a larger magic shield around them. Alushy was growing more and more powerful by the second. The rope around her neck had split, and her power was rising immensely. A rumble shook the barn, and Alushy lit up with a bright red glow. She lowered herself to the ground as the glow faded. What stood in Alushy’s place was terrifying. Alushy had grown much taller. Her hair had grown longer, hanging behind her head and over her shoulders. She wore metal armor and wielded a huge broadsword. A long and tattered red and black cape hung from the armor shoulders. She turned her head to reveal narrowed eyes and an angry scowl.

“Alushy?” Blazing asked.

“No,” Seras corrected. “Dracula in Fluttershy’s body. The most powerful and feared vampire in existence.”

“We’ll see,” Applejack growled. She raised her blades and charged at Dracula. He raised his broadsword and swung it to the side. Applejack attempted to block the attack, but the heavy blade shattered her blessed bayonets. She quickly jumped back before Dracula could attack again.

“Dracula! Come on!” Braveheart called, at the door to the barn with his family. “We’ve got to get back to Hellsing.” He glared at Applejack as they all left the barn. They flew back to Canterlot, leaving Applejack alone in the barn.

Once the group was in the sky, they immediately saw something off with Canterlot. There was smoke coming from the far corner, where Braveheart’s house was, and an explosion rocketed from that area.

“Oh no,” Braveheart gasped. He tossed Sunset to Dracula and bolted off. As he closed in on his house, he saw it burning to the ground. Rainbow Dash was lying motionless in front of the house, Millennium vampires dead around her. She had bullet holes in her body, dents in her mechanical wing, and her gun lying beside her.

“NO!” Braveheart cried. He landed at Rainbow Dash’s side and kneeled down.

“Mom?” he gasped. “Mom, please wake up. Dash, wake up!” A thunderous stomp shook the ground behind Braveheart. He turned around, tears in his eyes, to see the true leader of Millennium.

“Your organization is lost,” the leader growled in a deep voice. “Everything you cared for is gone.” Braveheart stood up.

“Not everything, Tirek,” he hissed. Dracula and Seras landed in front of him, weapons at the ready. They dropped Blazing Fire and Sunset Shimmer behind him. Braveheart turned around to Sunset.

“You and Blazing take Rainbow Dash and get as far away from here as you can,” he said. “See if you can help her.” Sunset nodded and took Rainbow Dash in her arms. Blazing held her arm and Sunset teleported them all away. Tirek, Dracula and Seras stood facing one another, ready for a brawl. Braveheart drew his revolver and stood next to Seras.

“Do I need orders, master?” Dracula asked. Braveheart looked at him with a pissed face.

“What do you think?” he asked back. Dracula grinned and charged at Tirek. Seras fired a shot from her Harkonnen. Tirek put up his hands, and stopped both attacks. He grabbed the explosive round from Seras and swung it around, hitting Dracula in the chest. Dracula stumbled back. He summoned a huge legion of absorbed souls and launched them at Tirek, who put up a magic shield, defending himself. Dracula took advantage of this and ran in for a sword strike. He cut through the wave of souls, slicing the magic shield in two. Tirek caught the blade with his hands and pushed it aside. He slugged Dracula in the face, sending him spinning. Dracula used the spin’s momentum and came around for another swing. This one made contact. The blade struck Tirek’s shoulder, and lodged itself there. Blood started to ooze from the cut. Dracula tore his sword out of Tirek, and blood sprayed from the huge gash. Tirek staggered back and gripped his bleeding wound, blood gushing onto his hand. He wasted no time in using dark magic to heal himself. It happened quickly, but not quick enough. Seras fired off another shell which exploded in Tirek’s face. He fell back onto his rear. Dracula jumped up, sword pointed down, ready to drive it into Tirek’s heart. Tirek quickly rolled out of the way and jumped up. Dracula’s sword stuck into the concrete, causing a split in the road. He forced it out of the ground, causing the split to fall away, creating a deep crater. Tirek and Dracula stood on either side, glaring at one another.

“Your powers are weak, vampire,” Tirek taunted. “Soon you will fall, as will the Hellsing Organization.”

“We shall see,” Dracula said in his Romanian accent, a bit of Fluttershy in it. “Only a mortal pony can kill me. You are just a monster like myself.” Dracula stepped out of the way, giving Braveheart a clear shot. Braveheart fired his revolver with pinpoint accuracy, putting a bullet into Tirek’s left eye.

~~~

Sunset Shimmer and Blazing Fire kept running, Rainbow Dash in tow. Sunset kept her energy up with magic, and Blazing would alternate between flying and running. They had gone as far as Ponyville when they both finally collapsed.

“I…I can’t…keep going…” Blazing wheezed.

“We have to,” Susnet said, gasping for air. “Your dad said to get as far away as we could.”

“But to where?” Blazing wondered out loud. “No matter how far we go, it’ll only be a matter of time before Tirek finds us, should he not be defeated.”

“Braveheart, Seras and Dracula will beat him,” Sunset assured. “I’m sure of it.” Blazing looked to Rainbow Dash, who had woken up.

“Dash, listen to me,” Blazing said. “Don’t try to talk, don’t try to move. Just stay still.” Dash was twitching in pain, trying to nullify her wounds.

“We need to get to the hospital,” Sunset said. “It should be close.” They continued on to the Ponyville hospital. Doctor Redheart was waiting for them at the front doors.

“This way,” she said. Sunset and Blazing followed Redheart to the emergency room. Multiple surgeons were waiting.

“Braveheart told me everything over the phone,” Redheart explained. “Lay her on the table.” Sunset carefully laid Rainbow Dash on the surgery table.

“She’s conscious,” Blazing said. “She woke up not too long ago.”

“Put her on anesthesia,” Redheart ordered. One of the surgeons put a mask over Dash’s face, subjecting her to the anesthetics. Dash passed out from the gas, numbing her nerves.

“Multiple foreign objects in the body,” another surgeon said.

“Get me the forceps,” Redheart said.

“Doctor, one bullet has entered Rainbow Dash’s chest, very near to her heart,” a surgeon said nervously. “It’s snagged on the muscle. The slightest pull will tear the heart open, and she’ll bleed out within minutes.”

“Then have an internal cauterizer at the ready,” Redheart said. “Be prepared to seal that tear.”

“But ma’am…”

“There is no time to argue! Get that internal cauterizer ready!”

“…Yes ma’am.”

“You’re Braveheart’s wife, correct?” Redheart asked Sunset.

“I am,” Sunset nodded.

“I have to ask that you wait outside in the hall please,” Redheart requested. Sunset nodded and walked outside the operating room with Blazing. They sat down on a bench and waited.

“Mom, what if she dies?” Blazing worried.

“I don’t know,” Sunset said. “I guess we just have to move on.”

“I don’t want her to die,” Blazing said, her eyes starting to water.

“Me neither, honey,” Sunset agreed. “But there’s nothing we can do now. We just have to hope that the doctors can save her.” They waited for about 15 minutes before Doctor Redheart walked out. Sunset stood up.

“Do you have a B negative blood type?” Redheart asked. Sunset shook her head.

“I don’t,” she said. “Why?”

“She’s sustained a lot of blood loss,” Redheart said. “We’ve removed all the bullets and sealed all the wounds, but…” she paused.

“But what?” Blazing asked, worried.

“We’ll take care of her as best we can,” Redheart said. “But there’s little chance she’ll survive. I’m sorry.” Sunset nodded, eyes watering. Redheart returned to the operating room as Sunset sat back down. Blazing took her hand and leaned up against her shoulder. Sunset took up her daughter in her arms, both of them praying that Dash would live through this.

~~~

Braveheart was sent flying into a Canterlot house after a backhand from Tirek. He had scars in four different places, healed by his own magic. He had used up the bullets in his revolver, dealing vital damage to Tirek with each shot, buying Dracula and Seras time to strike. Seras darted around Tirek, disorienting him. He and Dracula brutally fought with giant swords. Their loud clangs rang through the ruined section of Canterlot. Blood was sprayed about the ground; Tirek’s, Braveheart’s, Seras’s, Dracula’s, Millennium vampires; it almost looked like a sea of blood drowning the ruins of the city. Braveheart landed face first into the ever-growing pool of blood. He wiped his face off and tried to take flight. He instead landed on his feet back into the blood pool. He looked back at his wings. They were dented and bent in all the wrong places, rendering Braveheart flightless. He gave an angry sigh and limped through the blood back to the battle. Dracula and Tirek were locked in a standoff, and Tirek was overpowering Dracula. But Dracula was doing this on purpose. He spun around and swung hard. The strike knocked Tirek’s sword out of his hands, sending it flying through the air. It wedged in the ground, spraying blood around the hit zone. Dracula kicked Tirek in the chest, knocking him down. He grabbed Tirek by the neck.

“Hey Tirek,” he said.

“Huh?” Tirek mumbled, wounded severely.

“You lost,” Dracula said. Tirek groaned. “And now I have to drink all of your blood,” Dracula finished. “OM NOM NOM NOM!” He bit into Tirek’s neck, spraying blood into his mouth and onto his face. Dracula drank Tirek’s blood, absorbing his soul, so he could never return to Equestria and threaten it again. When Dracula had finished, he dropped the drained corpse and absorbed the sea of blood around Canterlot. Braveheart healed his wounds with magic as the blood drained around him. Seras landed next to Dracula, who reverted back to Alushy.

“It is over,” Alushy said. “Tirek and the Millennium Organization is dead, and Hellsing remains standing.”

“Maybe,” Braveheart said. “But the estate is burnt to the ground, and I don’t know where Blazing and Sunset left to.” As if on cue, Braveheart’s cell phone rang.

“Hello?” he asked.

“Braveheart?” Sunset asked.

“Sunset?!” Braveheart gasped. “Oh, thank Celestia you’re OK. Is Blazing with you?”

“I’m right here Dad,” Blazing said. Braveheart smiled.

“Good to hear from you two,” he said. “Where are you?”

“We’ve settled down in Ponyville,” Sunset explained. “A nice young mare was selling the house, and she sold it to us for a reasonable amount of bits.”

“That’s great,” Braveheart said. “I’ll be right there with Alushy and Seras.” He hung up and Alushy took him up and took off for Ponyville.

When the three landed in Ponyville, Sunset was waiting for them in front of the new house.

“It looks great,” Braveheart said.

“It’s even better on the inside,” Sunset said. “It’s like we never left.” The entire group walked inside, and Braveheart took a look around. Sunset was right. The inside looked almost exactly like their Canterlot home.

“It’s amazing,” Braveheart marveled. He suddenly remembered something.

“Sunset, where’s Dash?” he asked. Sunset went quiet. Braveheart’s face fell.

“The doctor’s said that they’ll try their best, but they said that there isn’t much chance she’ll pull through,” Sunset said, regretfully. “I’m so sorry.” Braveheart held his head and sat down. Sunset and Blazing sat on either side of him.

“I really hope she lives,” Blazing said. “Just like you do.”

“Thanks, baby,” Braveheart stammered, choked through tears. The group stayed silent for a good long time. The battle against Hellsing and Millennium had been a victory for Hellsing, but at the cost of Rainbow Dash’s life.

Epilogue

Braveheart, Sunset Shimmer, Blazing Fire, Seras Victoria, and Alushy were all sitting quietly in the hospital waiting room. They had been doing so for the past few days, hoping and praying that Rainbow Dash would recover. Despite Doctor Redheart’s requests for them to leave, none of them would budge. They were not going to abandon their friend when her time seemed to be shortening. Redheart eventually accepted the fact and left them alone. None of the group moved. Braveheart had packed a bit of food, and it was used sparingly. They didn’t want to make a run home, because they might miss something. Even if that something was just waiting for a sign of some sort. They never said a word, they never changed seats, nor did they often eat. They were all too worried for Rainbow Dash. After about another hour, Doctor Redheart came up to Braveheart and whispered into his ear. He nodded and stood up.

“Where are you going?” Sunset quietly asked.

“Dash just woke up,” Braveheart explained. “She wants to talk to me.” Sunset nodded and Braveheart followed Redheart to the room Dash was in. Redheart quietly opened the door and let Braveheart step inside before closing it. Braveheart looked toward the hospital bed.

Rainbow Dash was lying down, looking at the ceiling. And IV needle was in her arm and oxygen mask was over her face. She wore a light teal hospital gown and a patient band over her other arm. The heart rate meter kept a steady pace, making itself the only sound in the room other than Dash’s breathing. Braveheart slowly pulled up a nearby chair by the window and sat down. Dash didn’t turn her head.

“You wanted to see me, Mom?” Braveheart asked.

“Yeah,” Rainbow Dash quietly said. “Turn that heart meter off, will you? It’s hurting my ears.” Braveheart nodded and cast a spell on the device, silencing it. Dash smiled under her mask.

“Much better,” she sighed. She turned her head toward Braveheart, meeting gazes with him. Tears were welling up in his eyes. “Why are you crying, Braveheart?” she asked. Braveheart stayed quiet for a moment before answering.

“Because I don’t want you to die,” he quietly said. “You were the closest thing to a mother I ever had. And I don’t want that to end here.” Dash gave a warm smile and wiped away a tear running down Braveheart’s cheek.

“You know I won’t be gone for good,” she said. “You’ll always remember me, and that on its on keeps me with you.” Braveheart closed his eyes, clasping Dash’s hand with his mechanical one. He was an emotional wreck at this point, knowing she wasn’t going to make it.

“I don’t want you to go,” he gasped between sobs. “I can’t let you die.”

“Son, look at me,” Dash said. Braveheart opened his eyes. They were wet with tears, which were running down his face. “At some point, even Sunset and Blazing Fire will pass on,” Rainbow said. “But you won’t. That’s something you’ll have to live with. You can’t die from age like most ponies can. I know that it’ll be hard, but again, remember. As long as they remain in your heart, they’ll always be with you. And remember something. To me, you’ll always be the one thing that made my life much more than 20 percent cooler.” Braveheart nodded, sobbing uncontrollably. He could feel Dash’s grip loosening.

“Don’t go,” he gasped. “Please don’t go.”

“Braveheart,” Dash quietly said. “Promise me something. Promise that you’ll take the best care of your family. Don’t let your daughter be raised the way your birth parents raised you. Or lack thereof. Will you do that for me?”

“I promise,” Braveheart nodded.

“Tell little Scoots of my fate,” Dash requested. “Tell her…that I’m…proud…of her…” With that, Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and exhaled her final breath. Braveheart put her hand to his head, weeping over her deathbed. He lost focus on the silence spell, and the heart rate meter rang out with a flat line. Doctor Redheart heard and quickly ran into the room. She saw Braveheart crying over Dash’s body, and she walked over to the heart meter and turned it off.

“I’m so sorry,” she said. Braveheart didn’t say a word. He just sat there, mourning his mother’s death.

Sunset and Blazing were asleep in the waiting room. Alushy and Seras remained awake. Braveheart walked into the room arms wrapped around himself. Alushy nudged Blazing, and she and Sunset both woke up.

“Oh, Braveheart, you’re back,” Sunset said. “So, how’d it go?” Braveheart sat down next to Sunset, burying his face in his hands.

“She’s gone,” he said, barely a whisper. “Rainbow Dash is gone.” Sunset brought a hand to her mouth.

“Are you serious?” she gasped. Braveheart slowly nodded. Sunset slouched back in her chair, trying to comprehend the fact that Dash had just died. Blazing overheard and leaned up against Sunset, wrapping her arms around her. Sunset hugged Blazing tight. The waiting room was silent with the feeling of loss. After a bit, the group left the hospital and returned home. Dash had sacrificed her life to protect Hellsing after returning from Millennium. Tirek had been defeated, Iscariot subdued, and Equestria brought back to peace. Alushy and Seras lived with Braveheart’s family in Ponyville, and the rest of the days in that house in Ponyville were ones of happiness and rememberance for Rainbow Dash. Hellsing would remain dormant until another threat struck, because they were on a mission from Celestia.

Prologue

Long ago, back in the medieval days, more than just humans ruled the earth. The other species was a true threat. Vampires. They sought out the destruction of mankind. Many people tried to drive away these hellish creatures, but nothing could be done. Whole battalions of knights were slaughtered at the hands of these vampires. People became desperate. One man, named Hellsing, founded an organization dedicated to fighting the vampires. With blessed silver blades, the Hellsing Organization cut down vampire after vampire. Once the deed had been done, the Hellsing Organization remained dormant, waiting for another vampire to deal with. Vampires would randomly pop up from time to time, but for nearly a millennium, Hellsing would remain merely a tale mothers would tell their children at night.

However, in 1999, a young woman, the last descendant of the Hellsing family, did war against a vampire army in London. The aftermath of the war was devastating. Billions of lives were taken in the war, most of which were innocent lives, ones that had no idea what was going on. The young woman's name was Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing. Since the war, she had studied alchemy and other magic. She eventually found another world much like her own. However, it was inhabited by anthropomorphic ponies. Now, in her old age, she must pass on the Hellsing Organization to another. And she has someone special in mind. And he isn't from her world.