Hello. Now it's time for some good, old-fashioned Alucard brutality. I promised ya, didn't I? Lest we forget, however, that I don't own anything from the series. Not the characters, not the settings, not the organizations.


Part I: In a Synthetic Hold

Night had descended upon London like a great eagle that descends to capture its screaming prey and haul it into the sky, into the murky depths of death. The park was empty. Well, empty to most people since there was no one walking along the paths, or lounging on the benches. However, Alucard could see that there were in fact people in this land of night. In the bushes and various out of the way places, he could see writhing forms of men and women, pulled to one another, wildly groping and grinding. He didn't think much of it. After realizing how much of an animal he was, he found other people's animalistic natures quite acceptable. In fact, he found it quite entertaining to see people so wholly abandoned to the beckoning of their bodies. Of course, they were only following the prodding of their temporarily vivacious bodies. Alucard realized that what he was following was not from this shell he wore. His drive came from someplace much darker than any human mind could conceive of.

It didn't matter though. It was just a technicality really. Right now, despite everything, or rather, the lack of anything to speak of in his soul, he was content to just walk and wait for the quarry to arrive. At least he could have that much to look forward to. His red glasses reflected the half moon as it saturated everything in its eerie glow. The world seemed to shimmer as if it were made of glass as the languid wind brushed through tress and shrubbery. Alucard's long coat caught the breeze, riding it outwards in long, graceful undulations. He looked like an angel, an angel doomed to an eternity of solitude fashioned from the interminable familiarity of just about every conceivable situation or sensation.

It was ok though. For moments such as this, when the same moon shown down on him now that had graced his form all those years ago, he felt at least content. In a way, things were even more beautiful as he traced the pulses of life that flowed through everything around him. It was incredible. Every breeze, every leaf, every one of those spasmodic and clandestine lovers were innervated by these phantasmagorical pulses of vitality that flowed in colors that human minds would find too much to understand.


Part II: Engage/Destroy.

Contentment suddenly came to a stand-still as Alucard sensed that his quarry was just ahead. To turn this corner, would be to make visual confirmation, and from there… Alucard's arms went like snakes into his coat to switch the safeties of his massive cannons. Contentment would have to take its leave, manhandled as it were by the screeching of the banshees of war in his soul. Something much akin to feeling truly alive made Alucard's body tingle, burn for the upcoming pain he would receive and distribute.

The group was not as large as he had hoped it would be. There were only twelve present, not counting the main objective. Even more disappointing, they looked like they were vampires but Alucard could see that they wore it with all the distinction that one wears their skin. It's just there and no more. A scowl crossed the No Life King's face as he slowly walked over to them.

"You Scry?" he asked without the slightest trace of humor or good will to the person in the center of the circle.

"Yeah, and who are you… or what the fuck are you?" asked the wispy figure in a voice that was trying to sound powerful. "You guys seeing this? We got what looks like a real odd one here," he jeered, throwing back his head with self-assurance.

An explosion jostled the stars in the sky, and drove the moon to scream its brightness. Bits of gore and skull rained down on the stunned company. Alucard only smiled at what was to come next.

"Kill him!" Scry roared as he jumped from the center of the circle in an attempt to escape. He never saw it coming. He felt his legs explode, felt himself flip forward and crash to the earth before he heard the shot, before he heard the sadistic laugh cut into the arteries of the night.

Alucard couldn't concentrate long on the downed vampire as the eleven others instantly converged on his position with the grace and skill of a pack of drunkards. They had apparently not been packing guns, but scimitars and other assorted blades.

Alucard smiled as he flipped backwards to avoid the sword that would have cut him in half, his eyes traced its arc as it just missed his head. He landed in a semi crouch, both guns drawn and ready to slaughter. He squeezed both triggers simultaneously. The rounds exploded with the vengeance of insane demons and tore into the chest of the one whose blade had just missed its mark. He didn't have time to scream nor could he, seeing as his lungs had been blown out of his chest in a spray of blood and scorched tissue. He fell gurgling and retching to the ground that was soaked with his own blood.

A female vampire had run to Alucard's back in hopes of getting a clean stab into the heart. She took the chance and tried to drive the blade home; however, he was too fast. Leaping up, he kicked off the blade that had just been a second to late. Twirling in the half light of the moon, he brought his pistol directly to her left eye. The heat from the explosion of the massive Jackal seared the image of the barrel of the gun into her eye just before it exploded as the bullet tore through her head. She dropped without so much as a scream and even less of a head.

There wasn't much of a chance for any of them but that didn't stop them from attacking wildly, growling and snarling. Surely, he could not manage to dodge all of them attacking at once. With that seemingly understood and agreed upon, they charged in a circle, hopefully the noose that would cut the life out of him. Again, there was no way they could even get a bead on him as he propelled himself again skyward. Now, against the moon's delicate rays, they saw the fire in his eyes, the wild smile that seemed to stretch his face to its limits, the rows of sparkling fangs that had consumed a million souls. None of them were going to live… beyond… now!

The muzzle flashes seemed like supernovas against the sky. The roar and violence of the shots were like thunder bolts from some enraged nether-God. But none of that mattered. The symbolism and the majesty of his movements wasn't a concern as the rounds started to fall like rain to the ground, soaking the remaining fools in pain and their own blood. Body parts became divorced from torsos and torsos were divorced from legs. A crimson mist hung in the turbulent air, allowing the bullet trails to show in the moonlight as they cascaded over them. Heads exploded and organs were dislodged from their harbors. Finally, when nothing moved, nothing screamed, Alucard fell back to earth.

Calmly, he changed the magazines in his massive weapons as he walked over the pathetic wreckage of the creature that lay supine on the ground. The blood caked earth, however, was visible through the pit that was his chest cavity. His lips formed words that he could not enunciate. He begged, he pleaded as blood foamed at the corners of his agony twisted mouth. Alucard held his Cassul above the hopeless vampire, smiling, then squeezed the trigger.

He heard a pitiful wail coming from a few feet away. His eyes followed the sound and came to rest on the squirming, struggling form of Scry. He made each one of his footsteps a declaration of his approach, squishing menacingly in the blood soaked earth. Joy leapt like flames upon hearing the moans of desperation rise in intensity at his approach.

His next step was right beside the raw, charred flesh and jagged bone where Scry's leg had once been. All he could manage was to moan and choke out a few stifled whimpers. He clawed at the ground, trying to drag himself away from the scene of horror, from what horrors he was going to go through at the hands of this demon.

He didn't get far though as he felt a powerful grasp close around the back of his neck. Next, he realized that he was no longer laying prostrate on the ground but was staring into two orbs of unmitigated sickness and evil!

"Oh God! Oh my God! Please, please! No more! I beg you!" he implored in between sobs.

The implacable monument of evil only let a ragged smile curl one side of his face, revealing those impossibly long fangs. He let out a little chuckle then offered a solution which only insured that the rest of Scry's short life would be filled with more misery than if he were to live a thousand lifetimes.

"We can either do this the hard way, or we can do this my way." His smile exploded with perverse malice that swallowed any of Scry's remaining hope. The night was forced to bear witness to what transpired next though it was no stranger to Alucard's devious methods.


Part III: Spells

Seras had been restless that entire night if you could call the actual desire for inactivity a type of listlessness. She couldn't sleep like this, with the unrelenting tearing at her mind, yet there was no place to go to run from it. It pursued her down the halls, it followed her up the stairs. It harangued her as she tried to convince Walter that she was alright, all the while trying not to let the discomfort wash her face into a mask of pain. In the end, she had just continued to meander down the hallways, a lost soul lost in her own head.

Now, she was also hungry. Food wasn't going to cut it. She knew what she craved. It wasn't really a word. No, she couldn't say it to herself, she couldn't tell herself that she wanted to suck blood, to drink another person's blood. But she saw it dripping from the walls of her mind, felt its absence absorbing into her consciousness. She leaned heavily against a wall, hoping it would just go away. This was usually how she had dealt with these longings, these pangs before. She let them have their way with her then let them pass. She wouldn't give in though, would not take that next step.

Her hunger though was feeding something else. The new resident of her mind was growing in urgency, in intensity, in viciousness. It swelled and bucked wildly in her skull, remorselessly beating into her, screaming at her. The atmosphere multiplied around her, forcing her down the wall, to the floor that seemed to not mind welcoming her. The screaming in her ears was so familiar now. That was maybe why it hurt so much to have to listen to it. Her thoughts were a jumble that disappeared somewhere over the horizon of her mind's limits. Somehow, she felt… like… like…

"Miss Victoria! Miss Victoria, what has happened to you?!" she heard Walter's concerned cry just before her light was swallowed by her own cries of fear.


Part IV: Step Two

A gut-wrenching feeling shook the Great Nosferatu like a stake. The audacity of it didn't hold a candle to the cruelty of it, the perversion of it. 'Me talking about cruelty?' he mused, disgustedly. He wore the sickly feeling across his distinguished features like a mask of flesh. What right did these creatures have to inflict their curse upon the rest of the world? Couldn't they see that this was their life now? Their burden? A heritage recorded in blood upon the parchment of ages? More than that, however, to attack Her? How was it even possible?

He would get his answers when he went to pursue the next objective. Of course, he would need to return to the Hellsing Mansion to be approved for his mission as well as to restock on ammo which he knew he would need plenty of. For now though, he had the tattered, yet still squirming remains of Scry to remove from the land of the living.

The tattered mound of flesh couldn't scream. It had no mouth to scream from. It couldn't wave its arms in a futile, last ditch attempt to ward of the inexorable end to his non-life for both arms were nothing more that jagged bone shards that clicked amongst and against each other as the muscles convulsed meaninglessly.

Alucard didn't pull the trigger out of mercy. Nor did he dispatch the unfortunate creature out of boredom. In all truth, he just couldn't stand the thought of what he and the rest of his group were planning on. The gunshot was a shallow moan in the night. There was only silence now. The stars closed their eyes as morning approached.


Author's Notes: There we go. That was a lot of fun to write. I hope we're liking the character depth and the action which I'm really trying to pour into this story. Well, until next time, enjoy what's up and of course let me know of any changes you'd like to see.