Disclaimer: Hellsing belongs to Kouta Hirano. Not me.

Warning: Contains, torture, bloodplay, mature themes and naughty words. Yummy.

Summary: Alucard is held captive by Alexander Anderson of the Iscariot organisation. Can Seras save her master in time?

Chapter 2

"How the mighty have fallen."

Seras Victoria knocked on the door, smoothed the creases out of her uniform and attempted to neaten her messy blonde hair, only for it to stick stubbornly up again.

"Enter," said a cold female voice from within.

Taking a deep breath, Seras stepped into the office feeling like a naughty schoolgirl who had been sent to see the head mistress.

Integra Wingates Hellsing sat at her desk silhouetted by the light of the full moon that filtered through the floor-length windows. Seras wrinkled her nose at the cloying smell of leather upholstery and stale cigar smoke that lingered in the room. "I've called you here on a very important matter," said Sir Integra. "But I will wait until Alucard arrives to tell you." She frowned and looked at her watch.

"I'm already here," announced a familiar voice, as a black portal appeared on the wall beside Seras and Alucard stepped out of it casually as if it were just a simple doorway. He grinned and gave a gentlemanly bow, his red eyes flashing behind amber lenses. "You called me my master?"

"Yes." Integra laced her hands together beneath her chin. "We have received an anonymous tip-off about the location of a dangerous group of Vampires in London. You understand, this may or may not be genuine tip-off, but it still needs to be investigated. The safety of the people of London is at stake." Seras nodded and Alucard folded his arms. "I want you two to go alone, I won't be sending the troops as this needs to remain low-key, but they will be standing by if you need backup. The location is a derelict warehouse at the docks. Find it and assume if there is a threat or not." Steely eyes fixed sternly upon Seras Victoria. "This will also be a good opportunity for you to put your skills into practice Seras."

She saluted a little too enthusiastically. "Yes sir, right sir!"

"Sounds like fun," Alucard grinned, tilting his head thoughtfully to one side. "I'm in the mood for a little bloodshed."

Seras shuddered. Integra ignored Alucard's comment and simply said, "May God and her majesty go with you." With that, the vampire disappeared back to the portal from which he came, but Seras remained.

"Um...Sir Integra? I'm a little worried," she stammered playing nervously with the hem of her uniform.

"About what?"

"Well, what if this is a trap?"

Integra lifted her eyes to look at the young woman who shifted awkwardly beneath her piercing blue gaze. "There is every possibility that it could indeed be a trap, but either way, it must be investigated. I have every faith that you will be able to take care of the matter quickly and effectively." Integra opened a small box on her desk and retrieved a cigar, which she proceeded to light.

"Yes Sir Integra, thank you," said Seras with a slight nod of her head and left the room, her expression fixed into a concerned frown as she wondered who or what would be lying in wait for be them at the Docks.

The air was cold and smelled strongly of salt and pollution. The warehouse stood with its hundreds of dark windows gazing out into the night like vacant eyes. Rubble crumbled from the exterior of the building and rusted metal oil drums and containers littered the ground. Old tug boats moored to the side of the dock bobbed gently up and down in the inky waters of the Thames.

Seras swallowed uncomfortably and gripped her Harkonnen canon tightly. Alucard walked by her side, and though he looked calm she could feel the excitement rising up inside him. She hated the way he anticipated his killing sprees and relished so much in them. If she drank his blood would she become like that? Would she lose all of her humanity? Sighing, she shook her head to clear her mind of such thoughts. I have to concentrate on the mission.

Alucard paced forward towards the dark entrance with the rusted double doors hanging off it, his red frock coat buffeting behind him in the breeze. Seras followed him cautiously through the entrance and switched on the torch attached to her utility belt and shined it around the room. The storeroom contained large metal shelves and abandoned pieces of machinery that cast distorted, monster-like shadows against the wall.

"Fear makes you weak Police Girl," said Alucard coldly. "Your human instincts hold you back; only when you become like me will you be fearless. Do you understand?"

Seras hung her head, feeling rather small and inadequate. "Yes Master..."

He paced ahead into a large room, his footsteps echoing loudly on the cold stone floor. They approached a corrugated iron door that was locked by a simple electronic device. Seras pressed a few buttons but nothing happened. Frowning, she spoke into the communicator which she used to keep in touch with Walter back at Hellsing.

"Walter, there's a code needed to open the door but I don't..."

BANG!

She jumped out of her skin as the electronic lock exploded and began to spurt a fountain of golden sparks. Alucard blew the smoke away from the barrel of his Jackall gun then returned it swiftly its holster with a smug grin.

"Master what are you doing?" Seras hissed under her breath. "They'll hear us!" Alucard said nothing as he lifted the corrugated iron door up and ducked underneath.

"Miss Victoria!" Crackled a frantic voice through her ear piece. "Miss Victoria what was that? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Walter," she sighed, ducking underneath the door after her master, which proved difficult due to the length of the Harkonnen canon she was carrying. The next room looked almost the same as the first. Seras jumped in fright as the metal shutter behind her clanged shut, the sound reverberating loudly around the cavernous room. Alucard stood poised nearby head tilted as if he were listening to something.

"Master? What is it?"

A deep laugh rolled around the room sending chills down her spine. He glanced around the room. She saw the flash of Alucard's gun as he fired it into the darkness. Seras froze with horror. That laugh...I know that laugh.

Alucard held his hand gun aloft and shot a strangely twisted grin at Seras, as if he had been anticipating this moment all along. "I smell an Iscariot rat. Be on your guard."

Seras nodded nervously and poised her finger on the trigger of the cannon.

An icy breeze arose sending debris clattering across the floor, then it whipped up into a tornado formed of rustling Bible pages. Gun shots echoed as Alucard shot into the air trying to catch the fleeting targets.

Squinting against the force of the wind, Seras watched the papers draw together into a vortex in the centre of room, to reveal none other than the Paladin Alexander Anderson. At once Seras realised what was going on. It was him! He made the tip-off! The vampiress stifled a scream as she felt the wound in her neck burn like fire; a lasting reminder of the last time she had met the Paladin.

Anderson grinned so widely that his face almost split in two and his glasses flashed in the light of Seras's torch like sinister flaming orbs. He gripped his gleaming bayonets in his gloved hands, poised for the attack.

"Judas Priest," Alucard sneered through jagged teeth. "I thought I could smell your holy stench. It seems you've sealed the room from magic," he added matter-of-factly. "That should make things more...entertaining."

"I said I'd return," the Paladin replied in his thick Scottish drawl. "I've come to bring an end to your time on earth once and for all Vampire." His manic green eyes fixed upon Seras, making her flinch."And your whore."

Seras heard Alucard let out a grunt of anger and his grip tightened on his Jackal gun. "Not if I kill you first," He growled, "you pathetic excuse for a priest!"

Anderson chuckled. "We'll see about that." Gritting his teeth, the paladin rushed at Alucard wielding his dual swords, but the Vampire dodged them effortlessly and responded with a rain of bullets, which Anderson deflected.

Seras levelled her weapon at the priest and waited for the right time to fire so as not to shoot Alucard who continued to duck and swerve into her line of fire. "Master!" she shouted, "Move!" Alucard stepped aside and Seras fired the cannon, the explosion casting the room in bright light for a second, then plunging into darkness once again. Did I get him? She squinted through the darkness when something heavy collided with her and she hurtled to the floor. Looking up she saw a laughing face contorted into a maniacal grin. Seras froze.

"What do we have here? The devil's little bitch," he sneered in disgust. "You foul the earth with your presence, you and your pathetic Hellsing organisation. I'll erase you from God's earth." He twisted his sword expertly around in his wrist and pointed the tip of the blade directly over Seras' beating heart, green eyes blazing with triumph.

"Walter... I...I need backup," Seras whimpered into her mouth piece before Anderson ripped it painfully from her ear and threw it across the floor. It skidded away into the shadows beneath some metal containers.

"There's no one to help you now," the Paladin sneered. His eyes widened manically and began to recite the bible. "And God shall smite the wicked and cast them unto the fires of Hell..." Seras screamed as he held the sword high, ready to plunge it into her, when a bullet exploded through Anderson's chest. He chocked in pain and faltered forward. Taking the opportunity, Seras performed a backward roll out of harm's way.

"Pitiful," Anderson spat blood and climbed to his feet. Seras watched in horror as the gaping wound in his back closed up quickly, muscle flesh and bone knitting together. "Your bullets don't hurt me, remember?"

"This will," Alucard roared as he dived into the priest, his teeth bared and clamped his fangs onto the priests' neck. Anderson screamed in agony and tried to shake the vampire off him, but Alucard bit hard and in one swift movement tore off a lump of flesh and spat it onto the floor. Anderson staggered backward holding a hand over his ruined neck, choking and fighting for breath. Alucard ginned and licked the blood off his jowls with his tongue. "The victorious taste of Catholic blood," he roared in ecstasy. "Oh how it boils in my veins, the sickening taste of it, I love it!" his feral growl echoed around the cavernous room like rumbling thunder.

Frantically, Seras searched the darkness for her cannon. If she could shoot the priest now he was off guard, she could show Alucard what she was made of. Where the bloody hell is it!

Alexander Anderson gritted his teeth in pain and doubled over. The blood poured from his throat in torrents and pooled at his feet. Alucard watched as slowly and painfully, the priest attempted to heal the wound with his regenerator powers, but he had lost too much blood and the flesh was not knitting together. "Help me Lord," Anderson choked gripping the crucifix. "I can't die like this...purify me." Suddenly the bible page tornado rose again and it rushed into Alucard, knocking him off his feet.

"Got it!" Seras cried grabbing the cannon and swinging it around and fired at Anderson who dodged and landed somewhat shakily on his feet. "Damn it!" she cursed biting her lip. "Master!"

Alucard was pinned to the floor, the pages binding his hands and feet. He struggled against the bonds wildly, trying to lift his arm to point his gun at the priest, but he couldn't move his body. A strangely glowing Anderson approached. "The lord is giving me his divine power," he said clutching at his neck which was still healing. "The bible those pages came from have been blessed by His Holiness, they have been imbued with more holy powers to defeat you," he explained hoarsely. He lifted up his long swords. "As have these. They are made from melted down from relics of the church,"

"Son of a bitch!" Alucard hissed venomously, still struggling. Anderson nodded and smiled now that he had the upper hand. He lunged and sunk the blades into Alucard's body. One went directly into his chest, one in his abdomen and the other in his neck. Alucard's eyes flew open in shock and his back arched as he let out a hoarse cry of agony. Seras' eyes widened in horror and she dropped her weapon. It clattered to the floor. Her lower lip trembled.

"My...master..." Blood tears welled in her eyes and rolled down her pale cheeks. "Oh God..." Not caring about the threat Anderson still posed, she crawled towards Alucard's fallen form. His body was rigid, his expression a pale mask of shock and intense pain. "Master," she sobbed helplessly, staring at the swords protruding from his body. Should I pull them out? His red pupils focused lazily on her.

"No Seras," he replied, hearing her thoughts. "Don't...touch them." A thin stream of blood spilled from the corner of his lips. Sobs racked the young woman's small frame.

"How the mighty have fallen," a Scottish accent broke the tender moment between master and fledgling. He shook his head mockingly and removed his hand from his newly regenerated neck. "Thank you Lord," he said lifting the crucifix that hung around his neck up to his lips and kissing it gratefully. He bent down and yanked a sword roughly from Alucard's abdomen, making the Vampire open his mouth in a silent cry and pointed the blade directly at Seras. "Now it's your turn, whore of Satan."

Seras stared emotionless at the blade. Then glanced back down at her master and put a hand to his cold cheek. "I don't care," she whispered through her tears. "I don't care if you kill me." Alucard visibly flinched.

"No...police girl," he growled weakly. "Fight him, use your strength..."

Seras Victoria shook her head, her hair falling over her eyes. She could feel his pain inside her and it made her weak and nauseous. "I can't...I'm frightened master. I don't want to be without you, I don't want to be alone."

"You make my job too easy," Anderson laughed mockingly as he lunged, the sword gleaming in the streams of moonlight that filtered into the room from the broken windows above. "Time to die." The metal door behind them suddenly blew off the wall and landed on the ground with a deafening CLANG. Anderson stopped and glared at the Hellsing armed forces, their automatic weapons trained on him.

"Fire!" Fargason shouted. A rain of bullets assaulted the paladin all at once. With a swift movement of his arms, he surrounded himself by swirling papers that somehow deflected the assault. Seras found herself pulled roughly out of harm's way by Fargason but she struggled wildly against him in an effort to reach her master.

"No! I can't leave him!" She screeched.

Anderson's green eyes were the last thing Seras saw as the bible papers closed around him and Alucard. "I'll see you again soon, little Vampire," he sneered at Seras. "But I'm afraid you won't see your master again. I'm going to send him to Hell, but not before I've tortured him. I want to hear him beg for mercy first." His cruel laugh echoed throughout the building as he disappeared along with the fallen No Life King. Seras Victoria clamped a hand over her mouth and burst into tears. Fargason held her against him as she sobbed into his armoured vest.

"I couldn't save him..." she whimpered. "It's all my fault."

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