Millennium Captain Hans Günsche lay on the floor of the recently obliterated Hindenburg II with a wide grin on his face. He sighed contently and shook his head. When would the French learn that you had to hit harder and strike deeper? Hans pushed the large steel support beam of the blimp's skeleton and groaned. All of that searing pain in his chest was really beginning to get to him. Why did his blood have to catch fire when he was on the verge of death? Damn, fire was not his friend, that was for sure. Hans cracked his neck and his back, looking around the wreckage of the blimp slowly.
It was a grim sight here, indeed. There was fiery wreckage everywhere, wires and skeletal steel ribs of the ship hanging down from above at all angles. The boxes, once filled with the treasure of World War II, were now completely blown apart and spread across the large cargo hold. His mood suddenly changed. They had been defeated in a single night, Millennium, completely wiped out. He didn't know how many of the foot soldiers were left, but he decided to count them as K.I.A. until further notice.
The plan had been to lose from the beginning, but Hans was still getting used to the feeling. He had never been defeated before, and this was a very new experience for him. He looked around the cargo hold for something to salvage. Most everything was blown to pieces by the explosion a few hours earlier, but there were still some useful things still here. And is worst came to worst, then he could just leave like he was. Although he really did want to cover up the unsightly scar that ran across his chest, running from his heart to his right hip. He shook his head and looked around with his lupine eyes.
He saw a few boxes that had the label 'kampfanzug' and ripped the top of it off. Within the box, he found another M42 greatcoat and a hat with the Totenkopf on it. He cracked a slight smile, seeing as these were his clothes from the very night he had kicked Alucard in half in Warsaw, winter of 1944. They even had the frayed edges and the burned mark on the right side of the hat, blackened brass symbol on it. He quickly dressed out in his usual uniform, pulling up the neck guard to that half of his face was covered up.
He scrounged around for more things to take with him. He didn't know what to expect when he left the blimp, so he was going to be prepared. He tore open a few more boxes for more clothes and a bit of cash. He eventually found himself a few hundred British pounds, two pairs of gloves, and a combat shirt. He put on what he needed and stuffed the cash and extra gloves into his with pants pocket. Now it was time to look for some guns and ammunition.
Hans quickly found himself another Mauser C96 handgun and a few magazines for the weapon. He quickly holstered that and searched around more, pushing over dozens of steel zeplin ribs to look for a heavier weapon. And after about half an hour, he found what he was looking for. Deep within the ship's twisted metal hull, he found two loaded panzerfaust rocket launchers, both armed and ready to fire. He took one on each shoulder and then turned to leave the wreckage of the Hindenburg II.
He quickly left the ship and looked around. He was in the middle of a ruined city, the whole ruinous place covered with blood and gore, thousands of corpses still impaled on long, wooden spikes that Alucard had summoned from his seven-hundred year existence. Hans remembered back then, when he was free to roam the streets of a small village, to slay and feed where he pleased whenever he pleased. It was because silver was very rare back then, so very few things could kill him. Damn this 'free world' and all of this nonsense.
It used to be that if the were strong warriors to fight, then a country was safe. If there were alliances, then you had more strong warriors to defend your weak. But now, politics and power struggles of that kind were all too often bringing a close to war and conflict. Now, there were minor disputes disagreements and solved through political prowess and words. Hans thought that the only words that should matter were those coming from the Nazi SS High Command and its officers. But times had changed, and he was now in a new chain of command.
It had always been this way with werewolves, those that were pure anyway. Pure werewolves had but three rules to follow throughout their eternal lives. First, do not reveal that you are a werewolf unless it is in battle. Second, a werewolf must never use their supreme power for mercenary uses, or slay a fellow werewolf. And lastly, the most important law of all. If a werewolf survived defeat, they would follow their former opponent and be their servant until they were defeated again or their master died. Three laws to follow, that was all. Nothing else mattered to Hans other than getting to Hellsing headquarters and finding the fledgling vampire, Seras Victoria.
So he began his walk through the war-torn streets of London. The sun shone above to his left, mid way through the dawn and shedding its light on the grim scene in the city. There was enough carnage here to last him years of feeding and bloodlust, but that was not his mission. He looked all around him. He had seen the Hellsing Manor before they had landed, so where was it now? He knew that it was something to the northwest, so he should be walking in the right direction.
He passed through the ruined streets of London, taking in the beauty and magnificence of death and carnage all around him. One could say that he was insane, out of his mind, gone nuts. The list goes on and on. But Hans thought that he had just the right amount of insanity to keep his thoughts and actions sane. Most of the time when people supposedly went crazy and slaughtered their coworkers, they had been silent and quiet for years on end, never finding a way to vent that hatred and anger. Hans on the other hand, had every means necessary to let him vent his anger and hatred.
That's why he joined the Nazi Waffen SS back in 1940 at the beginning stages of World War II. Within the ranks of the Nazi military, he had been able to join battle with the Russians and the British and the Americans. All of them were worthy foes in his eyes. His body gave him the advantage, and he had never once turned into a werewolf to fight them, even tanks. He had never needed to, up until last night. In the war, he had been able to rip the skin off of tanks and blast apart everything inside with his custom-build pistols. But that was no more, sadly.
Now, he was starting over from scratch with his military achievements. With London and the U.K. in shambles, he had a new job, whatever his new master wished for him to do. The girl was strong, and the Frenchman was too. Hans had never seen a French soldier with so much talent, an the man was just as skilled as any of the SS soldiers that Hans hed ever commanded, save those of Millennium of course. Pip, if Hans' memory was correct, was one of the more determined and talented humans that he'd ever fought. In North Africa, George S. Patton's troops could have been called worthy, but nothing compared to that Frenchman. He was a true warrior at heart, and that made Hans feel a bit uneasy that Zorin had killed the man.
The werewolf shifted his panzerfaust rocket launchers on his shoulders and looked around again. There was a small light shining off of a far away rooftop and he tilted his head to the side. Was that the Hellsing manor? He turned towards it and quickly ducked down. A bullet skimmed over the warhead of one of his panzerfaust rockets and he swore under his breath. Yes, this was the Hellsing manor alright. And it was still well defended. That shot must have been over two thousand yards.
Hans moved through the ruins and destruction that had once been London, a bright and vibrant city only a mere few hours ago. Now however, it was a desolate wasteland, covered in a thick layer of ash and blood. Everything was grey and black, fire-scorched and burned to simply husks. Two sniper rounds pulverized the wall to his left and chest-sized holes were left, bright sunlight streaming into his dark hiding place. He quickened his pace, hooking the rocket launchers to the back of his greatcoat and pulling his hat down. He peeked through a tiny hole in the wall of what had been a small restaurant and saw the flash of light again, still in the shadow of a large chunk of what had been the wall of the manor. Hans reared his fist back and smashed a hole in the wall, darting through it as another sniper round whizzed past his head.
He sprinted forward, dodging bullets left and right as he was forced to practically zigzag across the open space between him and the building. He was shifting left though, towards the sun. If this vampire was going to try and shoot him, they would have to do so under the cover of that wall piece. But if he could close the range between them and use the wall to hold the vampire in place. He continued his sprint, bullets skimming his brand new…old clothes and ripping holes through his greatcoat. Eventually, he closed the vampire's firing space and made his way towards the manor, making sure to keep out of the vampire's line of sight.
He made it close enough and then jumped to the roof silently, greatcoat fluttering behind him and panzerfaust rocket launchers clanking on his back. He swore lightly again, but continued on with his mission. He slapped his hand on the chunk of stonework and the top half slammed into the rooftop with a thunderous noise. He herd a faint few cries for help, but nothing major for now. He saw a white flag emerge from over the stonework and peered around the corner. It was much to his surprise as to what he found.
There, in the heavy shade of the wall chunk, stood his new master, Seras Victoria. She held a white flag up over the stonework and held a long sniper rifle in her right arm, a scared look on her face. Hans arched an eyebrow and tapped his foot lightly to alert her to his presence. She looked over with her expression went from scared to completely terrified. Her eyes went as wide as dinner plates and she stepped back, exposing her shoulder to the sunlight. She cried out in pain and Hans shook his head with dismay.
Great, now his master was an idiot. Just perfect. But, she was still his new master, and he had to protect her. He unhooked the panzerfaust from his greatcoat and gently set them down, careful not to let them destroy anything for now. He unbuttoned his greatcoat as Seras slid to the ground, whimpering as her smoke rose from her injured shoulder. Hans removed his greatcoat and handed it to Seras, who glared up at him with disgust. Hans gestured for her to take it, but she still refused, glaring up at him angrily.
Hans shrugged and set it down next to her. He picked up his panzerfaust and sat down in front of her, just within the length of her rifle's barrel. Even with him sitting in front of her, there was no way for her to blow his heart out with a silver-jacketed bullet. He silently waited for her to move or give him a command, but she simply glared at him, not even making a move for the greatcoat he had given to her to protect herself from the sun. Not only was it able to deflect the sun's rays like most clothing should, it was waterproof, fireproof, gas-absorbent, and hard to tear.
"So…you're not going to kill me?" Seras asked hesitantly, letting her rifle slip a bit in her grip as she relaxed some. Hans shook his head slowly. Did this girl not even know that he was her willing servant now? Was she even a true vampire?
"I don't think that you need to worry," a familiar voice said. Hans looked down at the roof and saw a pair of eyes and a mouth morphing out of the shadow Seras was sitting in. Seras' eyes lit up with wonder.
"Master! I thought that you were dead!" she yelled, tears forming in her eyes. The eyes turned to Hans and the mouth grinned.
"So you gave your allegiance to her, werewolf?" Hans nodded. "Well it was a waste of your time. She's my fledgling, so you're under my command as well. Good luck with her," Alucard said as the eyes and grin disappeared from the shadow. Seras looked up at Hans with a look of confusion on her face. She tilted her head to the side.
"Gave your allegiance to me?" she repeated dumbly. Hans groaned.
"Ja, general," he replied. Seras blinked hard a few times in confusion.
"So you're my…servant?"
"Ja." Seras's eyes went side again.
"YOU JUST TALKED!" she yelled in amazement. Hans frowned. His master was a complete idiot…damn everything. But he had to go with this. It was his unbreakable code of law. And to go against his law, that was something that he didn't ever want to think about.
