Mirrors
Anderson knows that he is exceptionally good with vampires. He is good at chopping them up into little pieces with his blessed bayonets, ripping the heads from their pale bodies. Good at killing them, maiming them, trapping them. All of these are specialties of his. Anderson is a vampire killing machine, born and bred (experimented on, really) to destroy the undead. He knows just when they are going to attack, how much force they will put into it, how to counter it.
Yet there is one vampire, one thing Anderson just cannot get a grip on. There is a little itch right at the back of his brain, a tiny (huge) annoyance.
Alucard.
Anderson HATES him; despises, loathes, HATES him. Why? He can't figure him out. Alucard is an enigma to him, an insane, unholy, gun-wielding enigma. A small part of Anderson is excited by this, thrilled even. Yet a deeper, darker part of Anderson would quickly squish the former, loudly proclaiming that this vampire, this unholy, undead creature, shouldn't be taking up his mind like this. Anderson HATES Alucard, because he just can't stop thinking about him. It's almost an obsession.
However, there is one thing he does know about Alucard. They are both the same. Two sides of the same coin, if you will. The thought isn't pleasant, but he knows it's true; he and Alucard are alike.
He can tell in the way they fight. The way Alucard's grin spreads across his face, feral, threatening, and perfectly matched by a grin of his own. In the way they attack each other relentlessly (recklessly, even), without mercy or pity. Man vs. monster, gun vs. blade. It's like looking in a mirror, watching Alucard attack him, cackling in that insane way that Anderson matches flawlessly. Alucard is his mirror. He is a reflection of himself, so alike, yet so different.
He knows that one of them will die (hell, maybe even both of them) one day. The day when they stop playing this deadly game that they have fallen into so easily. When they stop dragging out the inevitable, and finally kill each other like they are supposed to.
Until that day, Anderson will continue to battle his reflection.