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He slammed her up against the wall of one of the building, and held her up by her throat. Rip clawed and kicked, choking and all, but he refused to let go. He continued to grin with that maniacal glint of hunger in his red beady eyes, baring his razor sharp fangs that shined under the light of the moon. He brought his mouth closer to her throat, his cold breath tickling her skin, making her tremble more than she was alone with fear. Then, he snapped his jaw shut. She screamed out in pain as he began drinking her blood, sinking his fangs deeper and deeper into her, numbing her throat. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to spin, but he was no where close to draining her fully to the point of making her his familiar. It was as if he was savoring every droplet of her blood. And to let her savor the last moments of her un life.

But...she didn't want to live anymore. So what was the point in savoring it? You would think that she was afraid of dying, but she really wasn't. She was tired. Tired for hundreds of years of living. She didn't want this life in the first place. It wasn't her choice. Sure she might be a bit scared, to be honest, but that was because of him, the No Life King. He was the one that made dying frightening.

She didn't know how long it would take him to drain her fully, but as her father had told her, don't give up without a fight. And she wasn't about to give up. She struggled and pulled, and with an immense pain, accompanied by her scream, he pulled off a patch of her skin. He moved away from here throat, gazing deeply into her blue eyes that stung with tears of pain, blurring her vision, but she could see the blood dripping from the patch of skin he had in his mouth before spitting it out. She could feel the cold winter air rushing up to meet her torn skin on her throat, making her shiver.

Alucard licked the blood from his lips, and brought his free hand up to her, out as if he were about to shake someone's hand. But he held it at her chest, grinning as his eyes met her's.

"Have you ever been pierced through the heart?" he asked, and Rip shook Herr head, not really wanting to find out how it felt. The vampire chuckled. "It's quite a...tingling sensation. The paladin did it to me along with cutting off my head, but that of course, was not enough to take me down."

He drew imaginary circles in her chest, forcing her to bite her to lip to hold a whimper back. He still grinned broader. He knew that she was afraid at what he might do. He could smell it. It reeked all over her, but the odd thing was, her eyes were accepting this fate of hers. She was a brave soldier entering the battlefield knowing it would mean her life.

"Staking a vampire through their heart is one of the ways to kill one. However, it isn't that very effective. The risks are high, and the chances of killing the vampire are low, not to mention slow. But..." he pressed his finger tips on her chest, right where her heart was, "Keeping you here longer would be more fun."

He pressed his hand hard through her chest, and she whimpered. He cut through her skin, then her muscles, then...

CRACK!

His hand pierced right though her ribs. She had been screaming the whole time he got closer and closer to her heart. The pain was just unbearable. She believed she had lost her voice. Or maybe she had gone deaf? Because she couldn't hear his laugh, she could not hear herself choking and she did not hear the the final cracks once he pulled out her heart.

He held it up, the unbeating thing that had been inside her since the day she was born. Her body had gone numb, her hearing out of sync as if someone was trying to adjust the volume to a radio, and her vision unsteady, more than before.

He let he go, causing her to fall limply against the wall, sliding slowly until she sat there with a blank look in her eyes, watching him laugh at her with her heart in his hands. She couldn't move a muscle, she was too weak. She wondered why she wasn't dead. He had taken out her heart and beaten her senseless. So why was it that she was still there?

Suddenly, images flashed through her mind. It was of her and the time she spent in Hellsing and Millennium. Was it true what they say before you die? That you see your life flash before your eyes? No. It couldn't have been. Could it? Because these memories...it was as if... as if she had lost them, but now regained them back for some reason. She thought with coincidence that it was because Alucard had taken out her heart that made her remember these things. She chuckled a little inside since she was too weak to actually do it. That's a ridiculous theory. As if anyone could take away her memories...

Suddenly, a bullet went straight through Alucard's hand, shooting it clean off and making it fall to the ground.

Then Rip saw Integra run up to Alucard through her blurred vision. She yelled something at him, and shot him till she emptied her gun. Alucard stepped out of the way as Integra knelt in front of Rip, placing her hands on her shoulder, shouting at her with an angry, yet worried and pained look.

But she couldn't keep her eyes open. When she let her eyes closed, they were only forced back open from falling into the warm of embrace of sleep when Integra shook her. Or was it sleep? No it wasn't. It was the arms of death. Why couldn't she just let her go? Let her rest? Finally rest after so long? It hurt living. Couldn't she understand that?

She yelled at her again, but she couldn't hear her. She looked over to Alucard who looked back at her, this time, no grin on his face. He still held her heart in his hand, and then...he crushed it.

Memories flooded her head. Flash after flash, after flash. Realization hit her. She remembered. She remembered everything that was missing, the reason why these memories were flashing through her head.

However, she realized too late. She was dying, she could feel it. She may already be dead, but this time...she was actually dying.

Finally.

But she didn't know if she should be happy or not. To rejoice or be sad. Because after living for more than one hundred years, immortality will be more of a curse than a gift to you.

Integra tried to scoop her up in her arms, but with the last bit of strength she had, Rip raised her hand up to Integra's cheek, smiling weakly at her wife.

"Hang in there Rip, were going to get you somewhere safe. Don't give up!"

Rip shook her head and looked over to where her daughter was in Nina's arms. She looked so much more like her mother than herself. She remembered the words Herr Majesty had said at the ball.

"I know you will become a wonderful mother," her Majesty said, earning a smile from Rip. She then turned her attention to Integra, also giving her a smile. "And so will you, Sir Integra."

All these years, and she still remembered those words from the Queen. And she knew, that those words, were true.

The Huntress looked back at Integra who had a determined look to get her safe, but Rip knew that she'd probably be gone before that happened.

"Danke..." she whispered, and Integra looked down at her in shock. Was she giving up? Rip stroked her cheek with her thumb, letting her heavy eyes finally close as she whispered her final words, "meine liebe..."