This sort of the first encounter between the factions. Please read and review

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Blood Wars Chap. Three

A couple walking along a path with Cherry Blossoms falling around them

"It's been some time since I walked the Blossoming path." said a man cloaked in black. The man is carrying a black samurai sword. His figure is lean and his black hair worn a ponytail style. His features are quite handsome for one whose face is pale. His eyes are blood red. This man's name is Templest, the latest member to the vampire clan. The woman walking beside man, wearing a red kimono with her pale shoulders revealed. "I remember my first time walking down this road when the Covenant assigned me to this region. This beauty held within this country was something I believe not possible." replied his companion. The woman was so old that she had seen the development of Japan yet her features are those of a young maiden in her twenties. Countess Harbringer was her name and her eyes are ice blue. They walked along enjoying the silence.

A large figure appears in the middle of the path in front of them, dressed in white and wearing a cross pendant around his neck. "Heathens..Godless creatures..Filth of the earth. Death be upon you. I, Father Joseph Anderson will send you to your maker." he said in a Scottish accent, with a zeal only known from the Vatican's enforcement group Iscariot, Section XIII. He drew his sword glowing with blessed power, the blade itself had strange groove as if the sword was made up of several blade pieces. Templest stepped forward, "Only one of you tonight? Hmph, I had expected the Iscariot to take us more seriously if you want to rid your so-called God's earth of us." He drew his samurai sword Yamato out, the blade itself blackened all over. "I hope your ready to die tonight Catholic dog." Templest charged towards his opponent feinting a strike from his left. The paladin had been clearly trained to deal with the Nosferatus as he made to block the strike but quickly side stepping when he saw the feint.

Templest stopped as he saw and grinned, "I hope that you will provide me with a bit of fun before I defeat you and presenting you to my Lady as meal." The Countess had stood well back from the battle and merely grinned at the remark her former midian made.

Angered by those words, "HEATHEN, I will send you to the depths of the abyss and condemn you there for all eternity!!!" He charged striking Templest but only to be blocked by his sword. Templest playing with his prey, just allowing his opponent to get his sword close to him and then denying him at the last moment. From every angle of attack possible, Anderson tried and in the end his breathed became labored and he backed off. His stance became tired and he looked at Templest with such contempt. Templest said, "Spent already, Paladin? Hahahaha, damn I expected you to fight a bit longer. Now I'll teach you how to really use a sword"

Templest sheathed his sword and went into his Battoujitsu Nosferatu Speed stance. His right leg was moving up and down. Then he was gone, striding all over the place. Anderson was thinking quickly, 'Mighty Lord show me the way to defeat the heathen.' Then, it came to him, his weapon, Tyrael glowed. Anderson felt the sword itself and the sword broke into blade pieces and he understood at once and quickly formed a spinning shield around him. Templest seeing this new turn of events tried to strike the paladin but only to be parried already. While Templest was striding keeping himself in motion, he was thinking, "Interesting, so the paladin has got a few tricks left. Let's see what happens when I try this."

Templest started go into what seem to be an the next level of his skill where he started to send slashes at the revolving shield. Every time, the blades blocked it but were suspend for a moment. And then suddenly one slash got through nearly cutting his head but cutting a few threads of his hair off. Templest now understood how the shield worked and started concentrate his efforts into sending slashes. He, then started finally got through but the blade pieces had cut into his right arm and his other body parts. Templest felt a searing pain ripped through his senses. He knew the blessed blades had tore into his body but his eyes remained on the target and his sword had managed to hit the heart.

Anderson, felt a sharp pain in his chest and knew his life would end here. Sent to kill the godless creatures and yet failed. His life flashed in front of his eyes, his wife, his son sent to the local Scottish Catholic School, his final letter to the Head of the Jesuits, Drummond. "Damn, heathens. My son and future generations will come back to kill you. Mark my words you filth." His grip on the sword hilt loosen and slip down. He felt the sword pulled out and pushed towards the woman who did not hesitate to start feed on him. His neck was pricked and his closed his eyes, sending a prayer to God.

Templest was sheathing his sword while the blood on the blade disappeared and traveled through his hand and body, feeding him. Templest felt the pain subsided and his body began pushing the pieces out. One by one, each piece fell. "Damn, didn't expect him to pull that trick out of the bag. Well, he provided a fight alright. He carried a holy weapon to tried and kill us. He must have been a high rank in the Iscariot Section XIII."

Harbringer had just finished draining the body. "Hhhhhmmm that was one of the best meals I had in awhile. I must say, you took your time in killing him. I expect he was but I suppose the Hellsing would be glad to hear of his death." She licked her lips, hoping to get any more blood that may have linger on her mouth. Both figures stood looking at each other and then they came together touching each other and kissing. The moon above was as red as blood.

A strong built man dressed in the usual priest clothes with a black coat bearing the emblem, two swords forming the Cross. The words "Jesus" printed vertically. He had short brown hair. He approached the school church. The Scottish headmaster saw him and greeted him, "Top of the morning to ya, Father Maxwell. What can I do for ya?"

"I'm here to see the boy, Anderson. It's about his father." Maxwell said gravely. The headmaster nodded and led him to teenage light brown haired boy who was reading the Bible under a tree. The boy looked up from his book and saw the men approaching him. Maxwell asked him if he could sit next to him, boy gestured him to. "Aaaahhhh, Mathew 1, Old Testament. That is a favorite chapter of mine. Anderson, I have a letter from your father. I expected that you know what he did for the Vatican, for God?" He nodded and accepted the letter from Maxwell. The letter had requested that Samuel Anderson carried on studying and merely carry on Joseph's work. The last request was that the future generations of Andersons were to keep doing this for the Pope, for the Vatican, for the Lord Jesus Christ.

Maxwell had already stood up left him another letter from Section XIII. He looked at the boy and said when he had finished reading the letter, "Please read the other letter I have left you. It will explain everything and when to expect us when the time is right for you to join us. I'm sorry but I have to attend to urgent matters. I will expect to see you soon." With that Father Maxwell, leader of Iscariot Section XIII, walked away already suspecting that the Protestants had been behind the murder of the Paladin sent to Japan. The tides of blood will flow soon.