The Fall of Alucard
The house had been empty for a long time and it looked the part except for a single resident. This resident in particular had only been there for a short time one or two hours tops staking it out for a certain midian that he knew he would come. He was a beast of a man this lone resident, six foot tall with short spiked hair, a scar across his cheek and glasses that he really could have done without. Father Alexander Anderson special operative for the Vatican's section XIII Iscariot agency chuckled over a private joke as he sharpened his sword for the fifth time since arriving in the deserted house. He was waiting for Alucard the vampire that worked for the Royal Order of Protestant Knights, Hellsing.
Then he heard the gunfire, the ambush must have started for the pathetic humans that Hellsing sent down to deal with this sudden "midian" outbreak that was happening. Pathetic really that they didn't realize how fake it was taking place in the middle of the demilitarized zone so that he could kill the freak Alucard without incident or repercussions. It would be a few days until they arrived that is if he decided to bring that police girl, if Alucard did then he would kill her first or at the very least incapacitate her so he could complete his business in relative peace.
He was still ruminating on the many ways he would kill the freak when an anti-tank round hit him between the eyes. Suffice to say the ramshackle little house ceased to be about two seconds later. Three minuets after that he rose from said rubble and stared into the red eyes of the very vampire he was planning to kill "how ya been Anderson?" spat Alucard with the utmost contempt "you can't really think I'm that dumb, can you?" though his regenerative powers healed all the wounds inflicted by the shell and subsequent crumbling of the house, it still hurt. He planned on repaying that hurt ten fold on this annoying midian.
Alucard stared at the priest as he laughed so hard on the inside that he could hardly contain it so he compromised with the biggest grin he'd ever grinned and shooting him in the face while he was still recuperating… this was going to be fun. Or at least that was what he thought when he got hit in the face by just as many swords as the number of bullets he'd just shot… he'd make the bastard pay for that. Running behind the nearest wall he reloaded his jackal and Casull. He poked his head around the corner only to get yet another sword thrown at his face. Narrowly dodging he stood swiveled and fired right at the Judas priest and of course the S.O.B. got out of the way, but it wasn't that bad while he was still in midair and unable to dodge he got hit in the ribs by yet another shell delivered by Harkonnen Seras' anti-midian cannon, man he was happy to have brought her along he just hoped Anderson would stay focused on him because there was no doubt he would kill her if he got half a chance.
"couldn't beat me on your own so you brought along yoor ittle draculina wit yoo" yelled Anderson as he quickly assembled his secret weapon the special made sword that the French armourer had made for this very occasion only problem was it had a French name too and he couldn't pronounce it all he knew was that it meant something like "gods enforcer." that didn't really matter though because he knew that it would bring that damn vampire down for good!
Letting the comment about Seras slide, he sprinted towards Anderson's cover and jumped up did a 180 and shot at the pathetic Vatican dog and oddly enough heard a metallic clang that was not like when he'd destroyed Andersons blades in the past, which meant he'd either hit a frying pan or Anderson got a new toy, landing in a three point stance and shouting "time to die Anderson!" he charged in to the fight again.
