Firstly: I do not own Hellsing, and so do not own any of the characters in Hellsing. However, I do own the characters of my own design. But not the Hellsing ones.
This is my first Hellsing fan fiction and second fan fiction (Powered by Poison is my first). No, I have not abandoned my first fan fiction, I just have writers block do to this story wanting out. Apparently, my creativity as an agenda of it's own. If I do not update in a timely manner, assume I either have writers block or have been trampled by a galloping horse. Chapter 1:
Perhaps it could have been considered a beautiful night, had Enola not been crouched, terrified under a rosebush, hoping against hope she would not be seen. They were after her, and she could not afford to be found. She did not think they would follow her to this Protestant nation, as it was not in their jurisdiction, but apparently she was wrong. The Iscariots has flown all the way to England for her, and now she was beginning to tire from their relentless pursuit.
Deep laughter echoed through the trees, followed by several loud gunshots, causing Enola to jump. A thorn caught on the skin of her shoulder, tearing it and allowing a few drops of her blood to escape. Mentally cursing for allowing herself to be surprised like that, she hurriedly licked the wound clean. She relaxed slightly as the skin began to stitch itself back together, only to tense up again as she heard heavy footsteps behind her.
"My my, what do we have here?"
Instantly realizing she had been discovered, Enola leaped from her hiding place, ignoring the thorns ripping at her skin as she rose up to face her adversary. The man before her was dressed in a long, red coat with a matching fedora hat and orange-tinted glasses that reflected the moon's glow. On his face he was a fanged and slightly sadistic grin. The overwhelming stench of blood and gunpowder reached Enola's sensitive nose. There was no mistaking it, this man was a vampire, and not one of those weaklings Enola had come across before, if his oppressive aura was anything to go by.
"It's been a while since I have come across one of your kind before, I suppose I was incorrect that you had died out."
Enola blinked. He knew what she was? That was bad. She had lost the advantage of surprise. Still, she could not back down. Running would risk a probable encounter with the Iscariots. The last thing she wanted to be dragged back to the Vatican. So, Enola growled in response.
"If you know what I am vampire, you should be wise enough to back off."
He merely laughed in response, a deep, resounding laugh, that set Enola on edge. "What a brave little puppy you are. I can see you shaking in your boots, and still you face me. Tell me, why is it you do not simply turn and run. You clearly want to."
Enola snarled, "I've got far worse than you behind me."
"Really?" he grinned, "What have you done to make such terrifying people come after you?"
"I did nothing!"
"Oh?" the man chucked, "Seems I've stuck a nerve."
"Shut up! Get out of my way!"
"No."
Enola growled louder. Her form began to shift and grow. Fur began to sprout from her skin. The vampire raised a silver pistol and fired. Enola barely had time to dissipate her form before the bullet sailed through her. She wished she could stay in her state as mist and simply glide past him. However, she could only hold her non-solid state for a few seconds before returning to a physical form. In this case, it was one of a giant, silvery wolf.
The vampire fired again as the wolf lunged. The bullet lodged into her foreleg, sending her flying backwards. She howled in pain as she hit the ground.
'Damn! What the hell is that?!' Enola thought. Usually a gunshot would take a few seconds to heal, but this one had blasted a good sized chuck out of her arm. Quickly, she changed back to her humanoid form to make a smaller target and dodged the next round of bullets flying her way. Crimson eyes sparked as the vampire regarded the girl skillfully leaping away from each shot fired toward her.
"You're fun," he announced, sending more her way.
Enola danced to the side, once again transforming now that her wound had closed up. Powerful jaws clasped around the vampire's arm, ripping it from his body and staining her face red with his blood.
The vampire, however, seemed to think this was a laughing matter. He burst out with fits of glee as his severed arm went limp, dropping the pistol from it's grasp. Enola snarled, preparing for hailstorm of bullets.
"Oi! You bloody heathen! What do you think you're doing with our werewolf?"
Enola felt her blood chill as the voice of the one person she least wanted to hear ring through the trees. The vampire's grin grew as he refocused on the newest approaching member to their little party.
"This delightful puppy's yours? I should have guessed. I see the Vatican is as hypocritical as always."
"I'm not theirs!"
Enola jumped backwards as the arm at her feet dissolved, turning into blood that slithered to rejoin with it's master, healing his severed limb. The vampire chuckled at her shock and claim. "It seems as though you have a disagreement on that matter."
"She's just being a little rebellious at the moment," Father Anderson replied, "Though I'll have to thank her later for bringing me here, and giving me an excuse to kill you."
"I've been waiting in anticipation since we've last met. Now, come at me, Judas Priest!"
Several things become suddenly very clear to Enola. One was that that she would not be able to defeat this vampire if he could regenerate his severed limbs with ease and had that powerful pistol, it was all she could do to keep from getting hit. The second was that Father Anderson and this vampire knew one another, had fought before. And the third was that the vampire was more interested in fighting Anderson than her, and therefore they had a common enemy.
The giant wolf leapt from her position between the two to behind the vampire. The bloodsucker glanced at her in surprise and she quickly lowered her head in a submissive gesture. A grin spread across his face as he turned to Iscariot once again.
"It seems she's really rebellious."
"Yes, it seems so," Anderson's eyes narrowed. He reached for his blades inside his coat. Yet, just as his finger's bushed it's tip, static came from his other pocket.
'Anderson! Anderson! Come in Father Anderson!'
With a sigh, he drew a radio-like device from his pocket. "What is it Bishop?"
'Where are you?'
"England."
'England? Why are you there?'
"The bloody werewolf swam across the English Channel."
There was a pause.
'Return immediately.'
"What? But I have her in my sights. The only thing standing between us is the Hellsing's pet vampire."
'This is more important. We have pressing…matters over here.'
"Poor Vatican Priest," the vampire mocked, "sound's like you've stayed out past your bedtime."
Father Anderson growled, pulling out his bible, "Don't think you've won this time monster, I'll be back. As for you," He pointed to Enola, who shrank back, "I'll be back for you as well, you traitor." With that, he was gone in a flurry of pages.
Enola turned to see the vampire flip open a phone on it's first ring. "Yes, my master?" he said.
'Alucard, return to me. Seras is already here."
"Of course, my master." He flipped the phone closed before walking away. He paused after several steps, "Are you coming, werewolf?"
With a happy bark, Enola bounded after him.
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