Second Crusade

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Chapter 1 Awakening

The dark halls of the forgotten levels were silent, broken only by the echoing foot steps of the three figures, littered with dust and debris, it was amazing that they had held for as long as they did. Everything seemed to be swallowed in darkness, except a small moving island of light the emanated from a flare held by the woman who led the group. From somewhere above explosions sent vibrations through the halls loosening the hundreds of years worth of dust.

The party approached a large iron door, that controlled most of the wall, beside it was a small panel with ten buttons, and screen. Painted in black across the door and wall was the Mark of Solomon. Between each arm of the Star of David look-alike was a different symbol representing the most ancient, and forbidden magic of the fallen kingdom.

The group's leader was a young woman of nineteen, with long shoulder-length blond hair and deep gun-metal blue eyes. She was dressed in a grey trench coat, beneath which she wore a flak jacket, and black and green camoe pants that covered the top of her dark combat boots. She also wore a pair of black gloves emblazed with a cross and the Hellsing insignia, the knuckles were also covered with thick strip of sharpened silver. Around her neck hung a chain with a blue cross encased in a gold frame. Slung over her left shoulder was a rifle that looked like a sci-fi version of an M16, while resting on her left hip was large handgun and the other an English style sword. Sitting in holster connected to an old-fashion bandolier that was hung off her shoulder was a large revolver, reminiscent a Single Action Army.

On her left was a slightly older woman of twenty-four, her hair was shorter ending just at the base of her neck, it was also black, except for single long white bang that came down the left side of her face. Amongst her hair was the first clue she wasn't entirely human, two dark furry wolf ears poked out the top of her head. While the rest of her looked human enough, the dual color of her eyes gave a second impression to her true species, the left red and the right gold. She was clad in a similar outfit to her boss, except she wore a dark long sleeve shirt beneath her bullet-proof vest and no jacket. Hanging on a chain that was connected to her gloved right hand was iron High Cross. You could say her body was covered with knives. A sheathed knife was tapped to her left forearm, and almost a dozen smaller knives rested on her belt, along with a large bowie knife, and a military knife rested in a scabbard on her shoulder.

To the woman's right was a man about the same age as the were-wolf half-breed, with medium length dark hair, and wearing equally dark sunglasses, which seemed out of place in the shadow filled basement. He wore a black jacket that ended just above his knees, his hood was pulled back obscuring the Cross that had been stenciled on the back. He wore a dark colored shirt that was visible just beneath it. He also wore a pair of baggy jeans and combat boots like the women. A single iron chain hung from his neck, holding an odd looking shield with cross embossed on it. He carried a katana that was slung over his left shoulder, and a pair of handguns that sat in holsters inside his jacket.

" So this is where your super weapon is, huh?" The man asked the group's leader.

" Yeah, this is where the book said," she replied. " It says there are supposedly three of them."

The woman reached for the control panel expecting power to be long dead, but was surprised when it lit up. She punched in the code, and slowly opened the door, and the three stepped inside. Upon entering the room long banks of florescent lights flickered to life, illuminating the ancient room.

The walls were made of stone, and somewhere in the back the man's mind a shadow that covered most of his past receded just a little, and for just a second then the shadow flowed in again. To the left near the room's back was a single red door. On the opposite side two long windows lay next to and open doorway. One window was completely destroyed leaving only a jagged frame, while the other was a network of cracks. Dozens of rusted metal stretchers sat in long rows along the room, at each one was a corpse. While most of them had deteriorated to nothing more then skeletons, others still had sheets of dried leather-like skin attached. Amid the corpses rotted plastic tubes leading to rusted needles snaked across the large iron tables. A single Other tables contained ancient computers that were long dead, most of their screens smashed in and wires and computer chips lay strewn like guts and bone fragments. Pile of old books written in various dead languages sat piled on tables beneath layers of dust, some were scattered haphazardly amongst the shattered pieces of wood. Lab equipment, that had been a mixture of science and alchemy sat long destroyed, shattered glass vials coated tables like crystallized rain amongst ancient stains. Against the back of the room sat two coffins the larger one was jet black, with an inscription on the front. The second was smaller and painted blue. Next to the blue coffin there was a grey machine that looked like an egg built into the side of a cylinder, on the front was a darkened screen, but a figure and slowly rising bubbles could be made out inside. Next to the machine was an elevator, the once silver doors, were now brown and rusted shut.

" What the 'ell is all this?" The were wolf asked.

" This," The blond woman said sweeping her hand." This is where the Hellsing family began their march to damnation."

The smell of blood filled him, but it wasn't any blood this, was Hellsing blood. But there was something odd about it, something different. It didn't matter someone had come and soon he would be free again.

He had become so bored with the centuries of isolation in the basement of this manor. His shadow had wandered the halls alone for countless decades, watching the manor's occupants dwindle and the Mansion and land around it deteriorate. Only lately had he begun to sleep in his coffin to pass the time. He also wondered if the other two would be awoken as well.

The Hellsing approached the large black coffin, engraved on it's surface was an ancient passage. THE BIRD OF HERMES IS MY NAME EATING MY WINGS TO MAKE ME TAME . The Hellsing slowly approached the coffin, she flipped a small switch on the wall next to it. A machine that had been attached to the back of the coffin slowly lowered it to the floor. Taking a deep breath she pushed the cover off. Inside was a giant man who had become little more then a mummy, dressed in what looked like black leather straight jacket. Reaching down (with a bit of mental effort) she grabbed his chin, hoping it wouldn't turn to dust in her hand, and slowly opened his mouth. She cut the top of the blood packet open and let the crimson stream flow down his waiting throat.

Once the packet had drained a disembodied laugh rang throughout the room. The giant's body dissolved into darkness and solidified in front of her. He was now dress in an orange trench coat and hat, with a black dress uniform beneath it, knee-high boots, and eyes hidden behind orange sunglasses. She remembered him from the pictures of her ancestors. The super vampire, the Nosferatu, the No Life King, the vampire god the servant they had name Alucard.

Alucard gave her a psychotic grin, that would have scared away anyone, but she wasn't anyone. This woman had grown up on the battlefield and had killed her share of demons. Also she just happened to have the protection of a Vacan and a Black Winged Angel.

" Good morning young Bridgett Hellsing, and to you Jason and Jessica, and what brings you to my humble home?"

As soon as Jason saw his smile he could only think one thing: this guy's fucking nuts.

" I know you can read my mind so you don't have to ask, but I'll tell you anyway. You've been asleep longer then you ever have before, and in that time everything has gone to hell, literally. That's why I'm here. We're against the ropes now and if we're to survive we need an ultimate weapon."

" So you've come to let out the family dog?"

" No, this is different then any previous relationship you've had before. I don't want a slave and I know you sure as hell don't want a master. So what I'm looking for is a partnership."

" Interesting," he smiled. You seem like a lot of fun, just like my last master. But what if I join you and betray you? After all what insurance do you have that I'll obey you?"

" I'm not disengaging the spells, so your still on a leash. And if you do find a way around them, me and my two body guards will have to put you down."

" Hmm, a human, a half breed and a demon. I doubt you can kill me with that."

" Don't worry we've got a lot more friends, besides your strong no doubt, but our technology has grown since they put you under." She retrieved the revolver from it's shoulder holster. " This gun fires a fifty caliber round, made of silver melted form a blessed cross, and once it pierces your skin it will explode and sending dozens of miniature silver blades into you. Each of the blades has been etched with a symbol from the Magi language."

" The Magi. You have been busy over the last thousand years. But I don't want to fight you, your a Hellsing and just as fiery and resistant as your ancestors, the strong ones at least. I want to fight him." Alucard said while pointing at Jason.

" Alright." Jason approached the vampire without even a second thought. " Alright then, I want to see if the legends are true I bet you like to suck a lot more then blood," he added with a grin.

Jason drew his sword and before anyone could even breath drove it deep into Alucard's chest.

" Fast," he said with a smile. Dark energy built up right in front Jason's face exploded against him tearing away half his face and chest, and sending him against the wall. Alucard approached as he pulled the blade from his chest. As Jason stood the wounds on his bloodied body began to heal.

" Your very strong vampire, I guess that's how you became a Count, or maybe it's because they force fed you for a few centuries. So enlighten me all these as a slave how many times were you someone's bitch?" As he talked a living shadow appeared beneath his feet and three dark tendrils shot across the ground. Alucard stopped as the first two impaled his chest and the third severed his arm, and threw the giant against the floor.

" Heh, you are strong, but not strong enough to be so cocky. You, may be the first to actually give me a challenge. But, you'd better get a lot stronger, and fast." Alucard stood up as clouds of darkness encircled and blanketed him. Some unseen force seemed to grab him and hurl him up into the ceiling and then against back against the wall.

" That's enough!" Bridgett said.

As he stood Jason's arms remained on the floor, where they dissolved in shadow and re-solidified in their respective places. " You have powerful soldiers, I wonder how powerful that half breed is. Back in the days when I ruled, children like this would've had more respect."

" This isn't the time Alucard," Bridgett responded.

" Well this a partnership and I have a right to know the people I'll be working with. You girl, you have the best of both worlds. I wonder what are you called a vampire and a were wolf, almost like a twisted form of poetry."

She smiled, " Honey, they don't even have name for me. But, if you want me to kick your ass all you have to do is ask."

Alucard through his head back and let loose another psychotic howl.

" We don't have time for this, the Legion will be here soon. Alucard you've been in the ground for a thousand years and I'm sure your bored."

" Heh, this would be a good time to have some fun, after so long."

" Here," Bridgett said while reaching into her coat. " I believe these are yours, my retainer rebuilt and upgraded them." She handed him two large guns, colored in black and white, life and death.

" Thank you, now I can do some proper killing, and finally use these new powers I've gained in the darkness."

Alucard disappeared while the other three turned toward the remaining coffin, and the large machine.

Alucard had teleported himself to the Hellsing mansion's entrance. The room had lost all it's original elegance, one of the stairways lay collapsed and the other didn't look as if it were long for this world. The carpeted floor had been torn almost completely away, and large holes lay in the wood beneath it. Most of the paints had been removed (or stolen) leaving only the filthy cracked walls beneath. Those painting that did remain were either torn apart or vandalized. The walls were pockmarked with ancient bullet holes, from the last days this house was used. In front of him stood a pair of large oak doors that were just as cracked and dirty as the rest of the room. They had long barred his shadow's escape from this place. But now that would change, because the body and soul were again one and he could feel the fight that raged just outside.

The sounds of war and the smell of blood ran pungent throughout the house. The time has finally come, lets have some fun, he thought.

The grounds in front of the mansion were covered with piles of flaming debris. Above him helicopters beat the air as soldiers opened fire on the vampires that had pinned down a group human behind an overturned truck. Two large trucks flew by him and screeched to a halt kicking up twin clouds of dust. Commanders yelled at their troops as they jumped from the back of the trucks to strengthen the defense. Unfortunately, many soldiers were cut down as soon as they left. The luckier ones took cover behind the trucks or stayed inside the beds and fired through the metal slots.

The world outside was just like that of the Mansion, dead. The green forests and fields that had once dominated this land were replaced by grey desert and rock.

Alucard strode through the battlefield firing upon the cluster of vampires, barely aware that they were ripping him apart with their automatic weapons. When the last one was dust, he reloaded his guns and turned to see a group shocked soldiers staring back at him.

He smiled and thought: It's only going to get better.

The humans began to group around the trucks and rubble (that had once been the Hellsing mansion gates) bringing up defensive positions as the fires began to die down. Above them a sound something like a swarm of bees or locust began to grow, looking up he saw it. It was rectangular in shape with rounded corners and ends. Four large humps were formed on it, two on either side. Human eyes couldn't see through the metal (not that they needed to, they knew what was in there), but Alucard's could. Inside each hump a was a large tumor-like protrusion, that pulsated with a slow rhythm.

It's alive, such a beautiful sickness.

He watched as figures appeared in the sky falling down amongst the soldiers. Without hesitation Alucard began a new killing spree, wiping out most of them before the vampires or humans could react.

" RPGs, RPGs, now, now!" a solider screamed. The insect like whine of the airship was now replaced with the scream of rockets, as the climbed high into the air and exploded against ship's sides. The first two rockets peeled away an armored hump, while the third blew apart the heart beneath it.

Known, but not seen by the soldiers the still living heart next the dead one shuttered for a second then sped up by almost three times it's original pace.

Not one to let others have all the fun, Alucard released his body from it's physical form and a substance of shadow and eyes. It stretched like a snake, and formed several pairs of wings, that looked as if they were made of bone. At the top, what could be called it's "head" Several mouths filled with razor sharp fangs appeared. It's wings moved only slightly, but that was enough to pull the beast into the air and towards the metal monster.

Alucard didn't waste time pouncing on his prey, as he flew with an eerie grace that looked more like swimming then flying, he tore a deep wound along the side. The demon crew screamed out fear and frustration as they tried to even out the ship and pull away. Their cannons fired, but nothing seemed to effect this new threat. Using his wings Alucard traced another long slash into the opposite side of the ship cutting both still beating hearts in half. He flew beneath the ship as it began to descend towards the manor, and plowed into the bottom pushing it away towards the fields.

The ship crashed into the ground with a loud boom, that shook the very mansion right down to the sub levels. Alucard returned to earth in what constituted as his "human form". From within the burnt wreckage a swarm of FREAKs appeared moving like locusts. Time to take the dogs for a walk. The heads of dark hellhounds that Alucard had made his familiars formed, one at each shoulder and one on his left hip, and broke away from his body. The creatures were giant, bigger then they had been the last time he had used them.

However the hellhounds moved faster then ever, especially for their size. The black multi-eyed forms moved through the monsters as if they were no more solid then air. Behind them they left a trail of blood and ash.

All he could do was smile as the last of the FREAKs were ripped apart.

Miles above the Legion flag ship Lucifer floated hidden behind dark clouds, it was a mile long covered with beating hearts, long semi mechanical tendrils, and plenty of weapons. Aboard the ship a man sat surrounded by his subordinates, on the bridge watching the screen intently. " So you've finally awoke Alucard. Good now we can finally begin the ceremony."

Okay I been going back and rewriting the whole story. Jason's more of a smart ass (the smart ass hero is very underrated), other characters and dialogues will be changed too.