The Hellsing War Chronicles

Book One: The New Order

The World was at chaos.

Two years ago, Britian had been almost completely destroyed; the heads of government assassinated, and millions slain. It was little known that a small group of people, modern knights, known as 'Hellsing' had ended a conflict that could have started a third world war. The second 'Bombing of Britain' had been a disaster, but it didn't end with a continuous slaughter throughout the world.

Only one year afterwards, in America, a supposedly dissolved 'Umbrella Corporation' took over a lightly populated town within the United States, claiming it to be for 'genetic experimentation'. After various unsuccessful military operations, one special agent was dispatched, but was said to have met great resistance. It was only until the fore mentioned 'Hellsing' intervened that agent Leon Scott Kennedy was able to end the occupation by means of force.

Thirteen months have passed since the attacks in America, and the world has settled to an uneasy peace. Still, humanity has seen history repeat itself. It was only a matter of time until another shadow emerged and blood began to spill.

A small town, by the name of Fortcheril, rested quietly in England's countryside. The smaller, less populated town had a night of fog and mist. The plentiful Stars could not be seen from the streets. To the north of the town, a quiet river ran by, not daring to make noise this night. Only a lone dog barked in the distance, daring to break the unnatural silence. Finally a brisk wind blew away the permeating clouds and mist, and exposed the town to its hills and forest surrounding it.

The Town had tall, steep hills covering its sides. Forest circled the town and its hills, which went on for miles. On top of one hill, sat Slit Tree slope. It held a dark, bloody history; involving witch hunting, dark and corrupted trials, and many hangings of men, women, and children. The old, ancient tree sat next to the mansion that had come to be built on the hill. That building, sitting alone on the dark hill, had long since been abandoned.

The mansion recently had seemed to come back to life. Not two days ago, some villager boys claimed to have seen a man walk up to the mansion. Yet, nothing particular stirred this night. Then a loud clap of a gunshot tore through the silence.

"Rest easy," Seras Victoria raised her Rifle again at the oncoming ghouls.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

She walked easily past blood stains on the walls, her yellow military-esqe uniform with scantily short mini-skit stretched across her curvy form. She pushed a tuft of her blond hair away from her face as she glanced over the body while making her way down the corridor.

Two, three, four, more headless zombies fell to the ground. Her rifle was as powerful as ever, yet she still felt that lust to use her raw power; her arms to rip ghouls apart, to split them into pieces, to drink their blood. She had refrained from drinking blood for many of the trips. In fact, it had been a year since she had a single drop of raw blood- and that was in America, and as her dark master, Alucard, so bluntly put it, American blood these days were 'so less refined'. She could feel the hunger rising, and her powers weakening.

Seras had, in all aspects, reverted back to her previous behaviors before having her eyes cut open and her arm removed. To her credit, she remained diligant that she had little choice to not take action, and was forced into vampirism. She refused nearly all blood, except medically packaged ones, which she constantly told others did not hurt her conscious because they are in fact, donated. This, as Alucard told her constantly, had her powers wither. "To take ones blood", he once told her," on the field of battle has much more meaning than to receive blood from one who never knows that his life's donations are yours." He did explain that when one also willingly gives their blood away, they grant enormous power, but this power will only be sustained if kept with fresh blood.

She shook her head. "No, no. Think about the target," Seras murmured to herself. Treading up the wooden stairway, she heard low groans. There would be more Ghouls ahead waiting for her.

She had been able to track this vampire, who had so skillfully outwitted and outrun her to this town. Only because a local bunch mentioned strange activity had she located his new base of operations. Moans, screams, and strange laughter had brought up the rumor that the area was now haunted. Yet, to much of Seras's surprise, not one villager was missing; a strange occurrence since vampires had a habit to take away the lives of any who crossed their paths. Alucard called it a wise-sucker, a silly name for vampires who played it smart; a rarity these days.

"Let's… go!" she rolled out of the stairway, blasting the rifle as she went. These ghouls where armed, but also very slow. Their aim was terrible, and with automatic pistols in their hands, they seemed incapable of even landing a scratch on her. Her gun roared loudly as she destroyed each of the cursed undead before her.

"Amen," Seras breathed easy. She lifted her rifle up, diagonally crossing her body. Not a single ghoul stood as she searched the hall. Seras Victoria searched each room, kicking open each door she passed for a glance inside, trying to spot the target.

"He's not here!" She pounded her fist against a wall, that dark, roiling anger flaring up. "Come out coward and fight!"

Why don't you corner him, police girl? a powerful voice intruded her mind and Seras winced. Alucard could hear her all the way from the other side of the house. Even though she clearly knew that he could easily hear her voice, his mental interjecting always freaked her out, so powerfully sinister and confident in its nature.

"Yes sir," Seras grimaced. Alucard had decided to use her former profession as a means for nickname, to only annoy her in his pleasure. She, in his eyes, still had problems drinking blood and accepting her vampiric un-life. She kicked open another door, only to find another empty room. When out from the shadows, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway. As she whipped her gun around to fire a shot, the shadow darted away, evading the bullets as they blasted parts of the wall away.

"Damn!" she ran after the shadow. She had finally found him, the vampire.

Good work, policewoman.

"He's heading upstairs!"

I know, Alucard mused. Even his mad laughing was heard in her mind.

On the other side of the building, Alucard raised his huge pistol and blew the ghouls apart. He didn't even look at their bodies as he casually trodden on a remaining head. It groaned before it burst into gray, sticky mess.

"How strange," he mused, "that these ghouls function still after such extensive damage," He fired at two other ghouls who had stumbled out of a nearby room, blasting their heads into dust.

"What a bore," He said quietly. To him, ghouls that didn't die only meant more work. Ghouls were mere interruptions. In his mind, they only stalled the inevitable for their master. So they should die and get out of his way when they are beaten, not persist and add time to a fight they already lost. These ghouls, as he was finding out, stayed alive as long as the head was intact; head severed, body still moved. So, he would actually have to aim, which was something he tried to save for the more interesting fights.

"Damn annoying. You just can't stay down where you belong, can you?" He shot though the wall next to him, blasting apart a ghouls head on the other side. Only after saying this, did the other doors open, and more ghouls, now armed, raised their guns. He growled, and re-loaded.

"Hm. Lets get this over with." He fired away, his own lust for violence displayed only with an excited grin. All the same, he completely destroyed them. Nothing was left but dust and their guns. Such a waste of time. He kicked a machine gun out of his way. Then he noticed something. Some bodies were moving in a darkened room: ghouls, several wearing lab coats. There were no scientists in this town, at least if there were, not of this amount. They were enjoying the remains of what appeared to be the remains of a fellow worker.

"You boys enjoying a meal?" Alucard smiled, "Dinner's over." This vampire must like smart ones, Alucard thought to himself, the coming violence teasing his mind as the ghouls turned to him, lunged to attack, and were instantly met with his bullets. Their groans of pain were drowned by the cacophony of Alucards massive silver pistol.

Seras crept up another staircase, watching each step she took; each were light as air, almost fox like. She knew it would take more than a human to hear her. After this thought her mind sourly reminded her that she was fighting a vampire, which counted as much more than a man in terms of senses. Subconsciously growling, she finally reached the top of the stairs. Oddly enough, the air was cold. She was at the top of the house, presumably the hottest place in the building. Yet, it felt like she had walked into Alucards dungeon. The end of the stairs started the last hallway of the house. The top floor had a master room, which served as an observation lounge, with a large glass window wall to see the surrounding countryside. The hallway before that was connected only by the stairs she had just left, and the opposite stairs, which Seras knew Alucard would be walking up in due time.

She couldn't wait for him. Seras's approach was different from Alucard's anyway. He would have simply blasted the doors away and shot the room apart- The Dramatist, in her mind. She would 'cunningly' and 'sneakily' break into the room, and find the vampire to put a bullet in its head.

She then felt a twinge of hunger, and she ran to the door, kicking it open.

She grimaced at her sudden charge. So much for the 'sneaky' approach, she thought to herself. Seras glanced through the room. It was mostly empty, save for a single desk by the window, and a chair turned away from the doors which had just been kicked open.

"It is about time you showed up." The voice was in the room. She raised her rifle, aiming right for the chair. It still hadn't turned, which gave her suspicions. It could be anything, or anywhere.

"I got tired of waiting for you to make a move," Seras retorted, striding inside carefully.

"Then it seems we are both in need of patience," the voice replied. She started walking carefully to the desk. She had some questions to ask him, and then she would rid the world of another spit of darkness. "It is such a nice night out." A hand lazily waved from the side of the chair. "It makes me want to dance."

"You'll be dancing with the devil soon. Who are you then?" the Draculina demanded.

The chair shook, and then turned, only briefly outlining the side view of a man, with short, black hair, short slightly curved nose, and thin eyebrows. When he fully faced her, all that was visible was his outline from the moon, and the two red orbs of his vampiric eyes. Another dramatist, Seras thought.

"My name, as you should know, little girl, is Edward Towers." He didn't rise, but a shift in his position directed her view to a man, dead, lying in a puddle of his own blood. The clothing matched a single, missing person from the village. It was the owner of the mansion.

"Why?" she asked quietly.

"Hm?"

"Why did you kill him? Why…" her mind recalled the unusual sights of ghouls in lab coats, stirring questions," What's with all these people here? There's only one missing person from the village in the past year! Who are all these people you've got here!?"

He took his time to respond. "Well… former friends, colleagues, co-workers. You see, these people owe me a great deal, so I call them, and they repay their debt. In blood. And, after all, humans are such easy creatures to be granted life, and… to take away."

"You're sick," Seras growled. She was just about ready to shove her rifle down his throat.

"But a good dancer," the man replied, as if pointing out a silver lining to his blood-drenched madness. She started to raised her gun, but before it was level with his head, he raised a hand. "Sadly enough, I don't see you as that great with your feet, so…" he snapped his fingers, and the man in the puddle of blood leapt in-between the fired bullet, taking it in the shoulder. "Do what you came here to do, dog of Hellsing!" he motioned the ghoul over with his hand, so lazily that it seemed effortless. "Step in time with the dead!"

His black outline was outshone by his demented smile. With a motion of a finger, the ghoul fired its gun, which Seras dodged. Then, the ghoul ran, actually ran, after her, shooting as it went. Seras was stunned- no ghouls she had encountered had this kind of mobility or agility in their bodies.

"You see, dog," he said, lazily watching, and controlling the ghoul with one hand, "I can subconsciously control these ghouls. I see, hear, smell, feel what they do. Well, not feel."

"Shut up!" she shot one of its arms off, but it gave her a claw across her face, drawing blood on her cheeks.

"But, if I focus all my attention on one, or a small amount of focus actually, they become filled with attention, allowing me to use them to their fullest extent!" He explained, passion mixing with sadism. Seras was getting really tired of his voice.

In a clever move, she dodged a swipe, positioned the rifle so that the end of the barrel would be at the ghouls jaw, and fired. She flipped back, the ghoul sprawled away, blood gushing from the hole in its head. She didn't give the target a chance to move, and sprinted to the desk. Putting a foot on the edge of the wood, she forced it against him, and placed the gun against his forehead.

"Your dance is done, you goddamn freak," she growled as she pushed the gun against him.

She could now clearly see him. Several black bangs fell at either side of his face, along with the thick stubble of a beard; it all improved the image of him being a wild animal. Then, he laughed. Madly, wildly, gleefully, insanely, he laughed, all while having a gun in his face.

"You, my dear, can really move, can't you!" he clapped his hands, applauding her. "You far exceeded my expectations. And…" his mad look fell, looking slightly apologetic, "and I see it was wrong to call you a dog. I apologize."

"Aww, thanks for that." She said sarcastically, while pushing the gun harder against his head. "But I get that all the time. So, apologizing wont-"

"Yes, the right word, is RODENT of Hellsing!" he laughed madly as kicked the desk back hard, knocking it into her and pushing her gun away. He leapt up, jumping away from the chair as it tumbled away, and landed on his feet. "So, let's start up the beat again. Only this time," he raised both hands, "faster!" he snapped his fingers.

On either side of her, Seras saw movement. Many ghouls, at least fifty, stirred from the shadows. It caused her to pause, and to leap back. For the most part, they were unarmed, but a second glance showed that some had all sorts of weapons drawn. Several shotguns, pistols, automatics; a few of them had serious firepower.

"These weapons…" she glanced at each side, unsure of her next move.

"Contributions from former friends. Now die, little girl," he sneered. The vampire clapped his hands together once, and the ghouls started to shoot. At first for Seras, it seemed simple enough. A ghoul from each side would only fire once, easy enough for her to dodge.

They were also avoiding other ghouls. The Vampire, Towers, was attempting to minimalism the damage done to his other ghouls, and she used it, constantly retaliating with a shot to the head. But slowly, the ghouls lost their careful aiming, and all started to blast away at her, forcing her to move faster and work harder. And even with her enhanced reflexes, she would feel the sting of a bullet scraping her every so often.

What was more, they hurt her. She had let it become no secret to others that she was now much stronger, passively, as a vampire. Before drinking the blood, she could have been hurt by just about anything like any other human. Now she could regenerate faster than almost anything, aside from Alucard himself. But these bullets not only hurt her, but they caused her harm. One struck the very top of her shoulder, and steam briefly shot up. Silver bullets. Concentrated Silver bullets were being shot around her from all directions.

She had no alternative. She let go herself. She stopped holding back the dangerous traits within herself she had been hiding the entire night, and started after the ghouls. And the first thing she did was impale one's head with her rifle. After that, she simply sped around, tearing one after another apart, smashing their brains out, ripping them into pieces. It all looked like water balloons popping, filled with red, rotting paint.

Finally she stopped, the last ghoul in her hand, her clutch around its head. So, in a mocking of the vampire, she turned, displaying her mad smile, and when they made eye contact, she crushed the zombie's head with a slow balling up of her fist.

"Dust. Dirt. These things won't- can't- stop me. You should also watch who you call 'little girl', freak," she told him, as she kicked up her rifle, catching it in midair, then reloading. "No more places for you to hide."

"Hide!?" he glared back at her, the mad smile replaced with anger. "Are you calling me a coward?"

"See any ghouls fighting for me?"

He growled at her, slowly reaching into his jacket. Now that he was in the light, and standing up, Seras got her first look at the man. The coat he wore was that of a semi-closed lab coat, with a pair of glasses tucked neatly in its breast pocket. He wore dirty pants and black dress shoes, which gave the impression that he had been in an accident within a lab. Withdrawing his hands, he pulled out two small pistols.

"Maybe I should show you why I don't need to fight you." He prepared to charge at her, pushing his foot back.

"If you can," she prepared herself as well, "try not to get any of that disgusting blood of yours on my clothes."

"Oh, shut up and die!" he ran at her, completely in the open. She smiled as she casually lowered her rifle down, and shot at him.

But he proved much faster than she had anticipated. He vanished for a moment, only to be seen out of the corner of her eye, flying in the air, the two pistols aiming for her. He returned two shots.

She spun around, avoiding the bullets, also swinging the gun back to point at him, and then he flashed again in that incredible burst of speed. She turned quickly around, only to receive a kick to the face. It pushed her back, but she recovered, cart wheeling around and then flipping in the air, readying her gun.

But he again had disappeared.

"Check-mate." He whispered in her ear, directly behind her. One gunshot later, blood shot from Seras's mouth. An open wound in her chest also dribbled out crimson liquid.

After pushing her away from himself, the vampire advanced on the former police woman, firing off two more rounds into her back. Finally, after gasping with each shot, she collapsed on the carpet, blood trickling into a bloody stain.

"You are a good dancer, but when I really move," he reloaded the guns, then slipped them back in his jacket, "I don't wait for others. If they can't keep up," he bent down, staring at her face, which had a distance, worn appearance, "they had better stay out of my way."

He got back up, not caring if she were dead or not. He was pretty sure he had only seriously wounded her, but he was also sure she wouldn't have any chances of getting back up after him. So, he got one glance back at the moon, and started for a bag lying against the desk.

"You can't be done yet?" A much deeper, darker, sinister, and excited voice reached him. Twirling back to the girl, he also saw a figure standing in the hallway. He wore a long red duster jacket with red fringe on each shoulder, black pants and inner jacket, along with white shirt under it all. It was finished off with a red tie, tied in an elaborate bow, a wide, red hat, and a pair of dark orange tinted sunglasses.

It was the strangest display Towers had seen in a very long time.

"Who, or what, the hell are you?" After thinking for a second, he quickly answered himself. "So, Hellsing sent another dog to fetch me, did they?"

"Dog? Fetch?" The Man in red advanced forward, taking each step leisurely, a wide smile on his lips. "What makes you think my master would stoop so low? Bringing back trash into her home; what a disgusting thought. Dog, yes. But I am no dog to play fetch with."

"You're a vampire aren't you?" The man in red smiled again. Before Towers had another thing to say, he whipped out the guns, and unloaded two entire clips on the man, each shot having the man step back. He moved away until he hit the wall at the end of the hallway, and stumbled down, slumping against the wall.

"But even we die. Everything dies at some point," Edward Towers stated. Putting one gun away, he looked up, thinking. "Well, not everything. I still have yet to find an expiration date."

"How about tonight?" Towers eyes shot to the side of his face, and he drew his gun out again. The girl had gotten back up, and now held her rifle in her arms.

"You… healed those wounds, and you healed very fast. Wounds from silver bullets." He scratched his stubble, considering the accomplishment that was. "I suppose it was wrong not to aim for the head or heart. May I know you name?"

"Seras Victoria, Hellsing Vampire Exterminator. Remember that," she aimed her gun again, "because it will be Hellsing that ends your life."

"Sure. Right." he prepared himself once again. "Ready to dance with me again, Miss Victoria?"

"It will have to be very elaborate. With three people, you can't expect it to be simple." She was smiling gently, as if telling a child why a squirrel runs from him.

"What? Three way-" he recalled the short lived entrance of the man in red. "You know, he's sort of-"

"Dead?" Edward Towers spun around, almost having a heart attack. The voice he had heard was rough, and evil. Shadow, or something like shadow, was recollecting around the body of the man in red.

But Towers now knew what the man's name was. "You… you're…"

After the man got back up, he reached into his own jacket, and drew out a surprisingly long pistol. Almost two feet of a barrel attached to a normal sized handle was withdrawn from the red billowing jacket. Glistening, and shining with the words ".454 Cassul Auto", the man pointed it to the ceiling, and brought it down in the pocket of his inner elbow, having his arm act as a support.

"Yes, say it!" his smile was crooked, and full of sadistic evil. "Say my name!"

Edward Towers shook with fear, the crimson monster's reflection fixated in his eys. "The Vampire Lord Alucard!"

"Now, die with the name burnt into you mind, filth." Alucard's red eyes flashed through his glasses, presenting to Towers the monster he faced.

In a masterful maneuver, Towers shot both at Alucard and Seras, having them both go off-balance, and then he spun around, and ran for the huge window. He quickly placed both guns away, and as he ran, he pulled out a small round object. Just before he reached the windows, he grabbed the package next to the desk.

"That's right! Run away, coward!" Alucard re-aimed, and shot him in his side just as he crashed through the windows and tossed the small object back.

"Adios, Hellsing dogs!" was the last thing he said before disappearing into the vast forest beneath them. But before Seras could jump after him, the object fell feet from her. It was a flash bang grenade tied to a Fragmentation grenade.

"Seras!" Alucard knocked her out of the way, catching her and holding her underneath his jacket as both grenades blew up, pounding the area with light, sound, metal, and a shockwave.

Seras held her ears for what could have been minutes before she felt Alucard begin to rise. Her eyes opened, and saw that he had his bored look back on. He got back up again, and turned to the now shattered windows, exposing his badly burnt skin and shredded jacket to her eyes. In fact, as Seras now realized, most of the room had been blasted and burnt up from the blast of the grenade.

"Ma-master…"

"Flash bang grenades… how clever," he muttered, easily healing his wounds She got back up, looking over at the ghouls. She still couldn't help but wonder were he had gotten this many people from without taking them from locals. "They were Umbrella Corporation men." The now deepened, less excited voice said. Her eyes shot back to Alucard, finding his back healed and his jacket in one piece.

"What?"

He stared at the moon, which had traces of red etched into its color. "I'm sure you recall the men who devoted their time into creating the perfect zombie as a weapon to be used. These men all had same jackets from the said corporation." As he was turned away from her, she noticed that the wounds again had recovered.

"Yeah, I remember them, with the secret agent." Seras and Alucard had never met that man in person, but they had witnessed his ability to wreak havoc on his enemy's plans, and they had come to respect that man- a complete mortal. But her thoughts recalled something strange about the vampire they just faced. "This vampire is obsessed with dancing."

"Oh yes, he seems to relate the art of movement with war. Such a beautiful comparison."

Seras looked into Alucard's eyes, which still were locked on the moon. "Alucard?"

"It's been a while since I can say I have been really entertained."

"What?"

He turned to her. "You were right. This man, Edward Towers, as he called himself, is a worthy fight. Not the usual scum we come across. No, he is the next generation of dirt." He laughed at his own cruel assessment of all artificially made vampires. He turned again to her. "Seras, we may now have an enemy we cannot give advantage for our skills. He, from what I have witnessed, not only knows our powers but knows how to get around them; effectively, a true foe."

"Then," Seras responded, now rather surprise, and afraid, that Alucard would praise such an enemy," What do we do now?"

"What do you think?" Alucard finally faced her, satisfaction swimming within his eyes. "We do what my master ordered. We hunt."

On a small jet plane flying over the Atlantic, a young, blond twenty three-year old awoke with a start. Outside, a storm raged around the plane, almost drowning the sound of the turbines.

"What… was that all about?"

The man carefully re-positioned himself. It was late, he had woken up from a dream he could have swore was real, and was on a plane. In the air.

Two things he hated to put together and be with- planes in mid-air, and bad dreams.

That dream though, had been filled with blood, and people getting maimed, shot… all in England; his very destination. "So much for peaceful sleep." He lifted a large fang around his neck, tied by a thin metal chain, up to his face. The canine was about two and a half inches in length. "I wonder what I got myself into this time."

He let his eyes feel heavy once more, considering the weaponry he secretly had with him, including a massive longsword and handgun. And before long, the thoughts dragged him into sleep.

Hello reader! This is EZB, the writer for this story that has come to be known as The Hellsing War Chronicles. I'm breaking that fourth wall thingy for a quick word, if you wouldn't mind.

This story is an oooold one, in case you noticed the upload date. That being said, I, as a writer, have changed a whole heck of a lot since I originally posted this, eons and eons ago. So, there will be a steady and gradual improvement rate to which you see this story. Now, I do intend to go through the entirety of the story and update it again and again, but these sort of things take time. ...Which, if you haven't guess, means that I'm writing this SUPER POST the original date when I uploaded this chapter.

So, yeah. If you read this for the first time, and notice a spelling error, or something- be critical and tell me! XD The more I can catch the better read it will be for you all.

A final note (don't worry, I'm wrapping this up) you won't be seeing any more of these author notes for a long time. Since my original updates to the first book- yes, there are multiple 'books' in this fanfiction, I've gone and deleted those other author posts. Just thought I'd let you know, in case you thought I went and lost my will to keep in touch with you guys. :)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading the rest of this crazy adventure through hell, and back again. Seeya later!

-EZB