If it weren't for the few stragglers that the pair had to deal with, as well as Y/N's vendetta against Zorrin, the Nazi vampire was certain she'd be dead already. Every time she managed to regain her footing and stand up, she'd trip over a body or slip on spent bullet casings. The giant wolf that was continuing to stalk her growled as blood and drool fell from his lips in thick ropes, the deep rumble only serving as fuel to the burning fear in Zorrin's undead chest. She hadn't been able to get up nor crawl away fast enough to avoid the giant paw that crushed her left leg, shattering the bone like Autumn leaves under a boot. She clenched her teeth in pain, trying not to scream out only for Y/N to dig his claws into her thigh.

"Y/N! Hurry up! Integra needs help!" Seras called after him, the werewolf shrinking back down into his human form. He ripped a knife from the sheath on one of the Wild Geese soldiers and drove it straight into Zorrin's chest, twisting the knife for maximum pain. She gasped in response, struggling to breathe when the knife was jammed in between her ribs to pierce her heart.

"See you in Hell, Nazi cunt." Zorrin's cries were muffled by the blood rapidly filling her lungs. What little breath she had regained was ripped from her alongside the knife. Y/N, satisfied with Zorrin's death, got up and walked back to Seras, trying to find something to cover himself with before the blonde spotted him.

"I must've done a good job then since you seem to be showing off," Seras teased, finally getting a blush from her American partner.

"Jeez, I thought you'd be more focused right now! Just help me find some damn pants that fit me so we can go rescue Integra!" Seras cheered slightly in her head, finally having gotten one over on the werewolf.

"You're lucky you're cute as shit. I wouldn't take that kind of teasing from anyone else." He couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he found his room. Surprisingly, the whole thing was relatively untouched, allowing him to grab two pairs of sweatpants. Y/N didn't bother with a shirt. After all, he's likely going to have to transform again so why needlessly destroy more of his clothes? Seras couldn't help but stare for a second. Everything they'd been through had brought them closer. And yet she still hadn't said anything. Her face contorted into a look of frustration before Y/N spoke up.

"I know that look. What is it?" Y/N asked, having dressed himself.

"What would you say if I were to ask you out?" Seras asked. Y/N smirked and grabbed the vampire by her waist.

"I'd tell you it's about damn time something went right for me," he said, Seras smirking as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Then maybe, after all this, we can go on a date? You could even take me to America to show me some good old-fashioned American hospitality," Seras suggested.

"You have got to be the single most attractive woman I've ever had the pleasure of meeting," Y/N said as the two kissed. With renewed spirits, they took off towards London, in a classic American muscle car, where everything was on fire and there were bodies in the streets.

"Sheesh, talk about carnage..." the werewolf said, lamenting the deaths of so many.

"Yeah. Let's hope Integra is alright." Seras looked out the window before being thrown into the back of the seat by Y/N slamming the pedal down and shooting across the road. She squealed in surprise at the force of acceleration, Looking to her right and seeing a serious face on her boyfriend's face.

"Then we have no time to waste!"

Y/N spotted Integra facing off against Anderson and decided to show off by hitting a sick drift and ended up flipping the car. Miraculously, the car landed on its now flat tires. The pair got out as everyone was distracted.

"You just had to show off," Seras scowled. Y/N just smiled at her.

"It got their attention, didn't it?" Anderson stared at the American with a look of slight disappointment. Y/N shrugged, walking over and patting the Irishman on his arm.

"You did look like you were going to kill my current employer and I didn't exactly want to kill any of your... buddies? Followers? We'll go with followers; so you can't exactly blame me." Y/N  shrugged, turning his gaze towards the sudden arrival of Maxwell and his contingent of fighters.

"Looks like someone got a little power-hungry. Anderson, if you don't take care of him, I will. Seras, Integra, we should get somewhere high up and survey the area while we wait for-" he stopped, sniffing the air.

"Well well well... I'm gone for a day and the Catholics are crusading while the Nazis are invading! ANDERSON! It's been only two days but it feels like years! And... this guy! Anderson what's this guys name?" Alucard asked, completely unlike his usual self. Suddenly Y/N noticed things were different, albeit ever so slightly. They all stood in a courtyard of some important building while Alucard taunted the three parties. It was so jarring that the young man fell to a knee and held his head as a throbbing headache assaulted him. Seras dropped down to hold him as someone else arrived on the rooftop Seras, Integra, and Y/N now stood on.

"Sorry, I'm getting used to these new powers. I didn't know they'd make him sick," Schrödinger's voice said. Standing just a few feet behind them, was the betrayer herself. She shook, frightened and unsure. Seras shot a powerful glare her way, causing the German warrant officer to flinch hard. Her gaze softened in surprise and confusion, not expecting the Nazi to react so violently to just a look.

"I know I put you through so much, and took the trust we had only to use it against you, but I... I cant stand it! Because of what I am, it's like I'm everywhere and simultaneously nowhere all at once! All I could see was how much I hurt you and it just-" Schrödinger began, rambling until she heard a faint voice tell her to stop.

"Just shut up... You'll pay for what you did by helping us stop all this. Where's that fat cunt who started this whole thing?" Y/N asked, looking up at the cat-girl-who-was-probably-once-a-boy-thing.