Hello and welcome to the next chapter of Hellsing's Supernatural Soldiers! There isn't really much to say in the Author's Note, so I'm just gonna answer some reviews.

GreenDo: Not just Integra; I describe Percival and Alucard twice, too. I'm not sure why, I just felt the need to since a year of time had passed since the prologue. 'Pissant' actually means something worthless or insignificant, so I was definitely using the right word. Darklings willbe in this, you can bet your ass.

Akito the Overlord: Thank you very much, and here's the next chapter!

DarkLord98: Well, I'm definitely going to be using some lines from Hellsing Ultimate Abridged.

deltafrost: Thank you for pointing that out. I've gone back and fixed that.

fcastrotero: Oh, don't worry about that. I'm planning on making the Darkness much more powerful than it is in the games. I've never actually read the comic for The Darkness, so it's good that you're giving me this information, since I'd just be making the games' abilities more powerful otherwise. Thank you for the information on his abilities, and I'll be sure to put it to good use.

And with that, let's get on with this!


First Job with the New Girl

So after that little blunder with Seras sort of dying, we took her newly vamped-up self to Hellsing, where she joined us. I'll admit that Sir Integra was really pissed off with us, but what are you gonna do? The point is that Seras was there, we had a new team mate, all was good. I had my reservations about having a new Vampire with us, but those went away about half way through the first month.

She took it surprisingly well in the end, being a Vampire and all. She had trouble adjusting to the lifestyle, sure, but she didn't actually have that bad a reaction to the transformation. I didn't actually hold a conversation with her until one day on the firing range, mostly because I was still trying to sooth the Darkness after it had been robbed of a potential slaughter. It wanted to be fed, and it wanted to be fed soon.

Well, this wasn't it's day, I'm afraid. Though its day was coming … a lot sooner than we'd anticipated.

This was the day before we started to notice the increase in attacks.

~Hellsing's Supernatural Soldiers~

Percival was firing off his dual wielded pistols at the targets on the end of the firing range. He showed little to no signs that the recoil affected him at all. It was the middle of the night, and the firing range was outdoors, so the Darkness' signature Serpent Heads were slithering around, hissing out their dissatisfaction at not being able to kill anything. Seras was there, too, wearing the standard-issue grey Hellsing uniform, as Alucard was teaching her to hone her new Vampire senses. Percival was always slightly put off by the fact that Alucard gave off no noticeable smell to the Darkness, even though everything else did.

"Incorrect," Alucard told Seras, who had just emptied out a clip in both of her own pistols. "Don't aim as you have been taught. Forget the habits and lessons of humanity. Use your heightened perception. Fire based upon instinct. If you continue to act as a human, you won't get much further than one." Alucard drew his own massive, silver pistol from within the confines of his huge red coat, and pointed it ahead of them.

"The target isn't there yet," Seras pointed out in confusion. She couldn't see what he was aiming at … all she saw ahead of them was the darkness caused by the fact that it was night time.

"Oh, it's there," Percival said, speaking his first words to Seras since she'd joined them a little over a month ago. It wasn't anything personal, he just hadn't had that much interaction with her during that time. Alucard had been trying to teach her things, and Percival was not often around the two of them. "It's about a kilometre in front of us. You just can't see it because of the dark. Hell, neither can I, these things do it for me." He gestured to the Serpent Heads as he explained how he knew the target was there. The Darkness sent mental images of where things were to his head in the case that his very human eyesight couldn't pick up on them.

Alucard fired off his pistol several times. The cracking and splintering of wood could be heard. Upon stepping closer Seras saw that the target, a white piece of wood with the black silhouette of a man in the centre, had been utterly annihilated by the shots from Alucard's gun.

"Wow …" said Seras. It was all she could say, really. She turned her head to look at her new master, only to see that Alucard had vanished from sight. She sighed to herself.

"Don't worry about it," Percival said, putting away his pistols and facing the former police girl. "You'll get it eventually. You've got to remember, Alucard's a few centuries old, he's had plenty of time to get this shit down." He noticed that she was trying hard to keep her eyes off the Serpent Heads protruding from his shoulders. "Do these things bother you?"

"… Yeah, a bit," she told him honestly. "They're just … it's like they want to do things to you. The way they look at whoever's around them constantly … and it's not just me, some of the other people who work here feel the same." She wasn't trying to be rude, but she wanted to be honest.

"Yeah, they are a bit sadistic," Percival admitted. "Just be glad you can't hear what they're saying. Some of the things that they say to me … sometimes I get paranoid they're gonna take over my body and actually do some of that shit. I think I would kill myself if they started doing that."

"Oh, come on," the Darkness said to him inside his head. "We're not that bad. We just want to have some fun. We just want to rip … and cut … and mangle … Is it too much to ask? Why don't you just let loose and have a little fun with the girl? Look at her, don't you want it?"

Shut the fuck up, Percival told it. He'd been putting up with it for a year, and he still couldn't stop himself being disgusted at the things it said to him. But even though he was repulsed by the things the Darkness said to him, he could not deny that he found Seras Victoria attractive. The Darkness saw this in his mind and laughed. But what the hell makes you think I'd force myself on her? I'm not some fucking monster … not like you. The Darkness once again laughed at the thoughts running though Percival's mind.

"Are you all right?" Seras asked him, causing him to snap out of it. He had just spaced out, and then gotten a severe look of anger across his face. It had scared her a little.

"I'm fine," he told her, swallowing hard. "They were talking to me," he explained, "and as I've said, they don't exactly say the nicest things imaginable." He took notice of the moon getting dangerously close to the edge of the sky. "I'm gonna go get some sleep. You should, too, actually. We don't particularly want you to die." He turned to walk away, stopping after a few steps and turning back. "I'm Percival Travis, by the way, call me Percy. It's been nice meeting you. Well, when we're not in a life-threatening situation that is."

"Likewise," Seras said to him. She was smiling to herself. Most of the other people there only reluctantly spoke to her, since she was a Vampire and that was what they were trained to kill. It was nice to have somebody who spoke to her like a normal person.

~Hellsing's Supernatural Soldiers~

The next night was the 12th of August. It was also first time an incident had happened since Seras joined them. It would also be the first time Seras went on a mission with them.

It was in 17th Street, Birmingham, and there was a large police blockade separating the street from the rest of the city. The amount of police there could have been called excessive, if it weren't for the large amount of blood staining the houses, pavements and roads of the area. All of the police stationed at the blockade were equipped with guns, which was a rarity in England.

"This is vile …" said one officer who had a thick, black moustache.

"What the hell happened here?" asked another, who was wearing his police hat backwards in some kind of strange fashion statement.

A black limo drove towards the blockade, and came to a stop next to it. It was a small limo, probably enough to hold six people if including the driver. The police looked on in confusion. They began to prepare to tell whoever this was to leave. Then two of the car's doors opened; the driver's and a passenger's in the back. Out of the passenger seat stepped Sir Integra. Out of the driver seat stepped her butler/personal assistant Walter. He was a rather old man, but his hair was slick and black and fashioned in a ponytail, and he head a thin moustache. The butler look was enhanced with a white dress-shirt and purple tie, over which he wore a sweater-like purple vest. He also wore a monocle over his grey left eye.

"Where's your squad leader?" Sir Integra asked as she approached one of the police officers. She wore her usual business face, and pretended she did not notice the chatting of the men around her. "I'm Sir Integra from Hellsing."

"She's … she's from Hellsing …!" one officer said. It was understandable that he was confused; the majority of the public didn't know what Hellsing actually did. They just took the queen's word for it that their organisation was necessary to the safety of the country.

"Whoa … she's a woman …?" asked one officer, who was just one of the many sexists present.

"I'm the squad leader here," said a man who wore a business suit and square-rimmed glasses. He styled his hair well, in a way that only a high-class snob would. "So you're from Hellsing …?"

"Skip the introductions," Sir Integra ordered him, making him flinch slightly from shock. The usually serious woman could not stop herself from smirking at his reaction. "Just give a detailed summary of the situation."

The squad leader took a second to recover from his shock, before saying: "In a matter of hours, this street has become a killing ground. No one has been spared." Sir Integra looked disinterested and unsurprised by this information, so the man kept going despite his discomfort. "In total, six families were slain. Eleven people, all cold. We found six of the corpses entirely drained of blood, with clearly identifiable points where it appears to have been 'sucked' out. The other five were butchered. Every house is a sea of blood … Already, we're powerless. We were specifically given orders to let Hellsing handle this."

"I see," Sir Integra said. "From now, Hellsing will be assuming command of this operation. Let's observe our surroundings." Walter got out a map of the area and laid it out in front of her. "After all the bloodshed, they're sure to head west. I'm rather sure they planned to use this route for a sneak attack. Be on the lookout for a male-female couple. We have to clear those bodies fast—otherwise they'll become Ghouls. We're already on their tail. We've predicted the household they'll attack next—we may very well get the drop on them!"

"A selected path? Prediction?" asked the squad leader in confusion. "What's going on here?"

"The families that were attacked had something in common," Sir Integra explained. "They're all Christians. Always with children, always with the wall." It occurred to the squad leader that she seemed to know more about this case than she should, and that asking about the details was likely only a formality. "Using the blood of the victims, they scrawled a message on the walls. It's their declaration of war against Christianity. These bastards obviously don't give a damn about England or its church!" Her face took on a dark look, but a smirk was still in place on her features. "God damned abominations … they cannot be spared!"

~Hellsing's Supernatural Soldiers~

Blood. Lots of it. The living room of the just-killed family was drenched with their blood. The corpses of the man, his wife and their two children were mangled, barely recognisable as human, and their killers were still in the room. Two Vampires, a man and a woman, stood embracing in the midst of all the chaos. The man wore a black, wool hat and the woman wore a white cap backwards. They were kissing, tongues deeply exploring each other's mouths as they appeared to be aroused by the deaths they had caused.

"This is the seventh family," the man said as their lips separated. Both were flushed with excitement, and were fighting the urge to just lay down and take each other on the bloody floor.

"Nine more to go …" the woman said, her voice shaking from her excitement.

"Just need nine more …" the man said as they began to have small kisses between them. "Just those—to give us strength! After we're done, we'll be immortal—living forever! Jessica, we can live in this world together …" He had a smile on his face that would have terrified any ordinary person.

The now-named Jessica looked out of the window and tutted to herself. "The police must be searching for us desperately." She sounded very pleased as she said it.

"I'm sure they are," the man said, beginning to laugh maniacally. "We're already invulnerable," he continued to speak through his crazed laughter. "There's no way the police can stop us!"

Then the buzzing sound of the doorbell could be heard throughout the house.

Both of the Vampires looked towards the hallway the sound was resonating from in confusion. Then they both made thoroughly annoyed sounds under their breaths. The man picked up the machine gun he'd dropped onto the floor, and loaded in a clip. He turned to Jessica and said, "Wait over there for me. I'll shut him up." He walked out into the hallway and approached the door. He looked through the eye-hole of the door and saw a man in a large red coat and hat, pointing a very large handgun at the door in question.

Alucard had a sick, sadistic grin on his face as he started unloading the contents of his gun into the door, each bullet hitting the Vampire on the other side and blowing pieces of his flesh all over the hallway. The Vampire fell backwards in pain, his blood flying all over the place along with his flesh and bone, and Alucard simply opened the decimated door and entered the house. For a moment, Alucard simply stared at the pathetic form of the Vampire in front of him, but then he raised his gun once again, and said one word that brought the Vampire back into action: "Die."

In panic, the Vampire stood up as quickly as his advanced strength would allow and began firing his machine gun at Alucard, screaming the whole time. Alucard simply stood there, a bored expression on his face, as pieces of his body were blown off by machine gun fire. Eventually the Vampire ran out of ammo and was left terrified.

"You have zero pride, zero self-respect … and zero reasoning," Alucard said as he stepped towards the shaking form of the Vampire. "You can't even turn into mist—not even a bat … Not even able to regenerate your wounds …" The Vampire's fear increased even more when he saw the bullet holes in Alucard sealing themselves shut. "You've killed women and children senselessly … The worst part is, now you're out of ammo. You have zero battle ability … You think yourself a Vampire? YOU ARE PATHETIC!" The Vampire turned his back on Alucard and started trying to run away, but his wounds stopped him from gaining any substantial speed.

… Then Alucard emerged from the shadows in front of him. The Vampire screamed once more before Alucard plunged his hand into the Vampire's chest, piercing straight through his heart. The Vampire's screams turned into something more akin to high-pitched whimpers as he died, leaving nothing but a pile of bloody clothes on the floor.

Alucard was disinterested with the mess, and walked into the other room to deal with the other Vampire … only to see an open window which said Vampire had clearly climbed out of. Alucard opened up the mental link he had formed with Seras when he made her into a Vampire and spoke to her through it.

"Don't let her escape," he said to Seras through the link. "Hey, Police Girl … she's out of the house!"

~Hellsing's Supernatural Soldiers~

Seras was on the roof, her large rifle—too large for a human to hold at least—loaded and ready to fire with no scope visible on it at all. Percival sat next to her, attempting to sooth the Darkness in his mind. It was angry again. It was angry that it wouldn't get any hearts to eat on this night. It was angry that Percival had just agreed to let Seras test out the things she'd learned over the last month. But it would not act, lest its host become self-destructive; it would just sit and wait for its day to come.

"Fire quickly, Police Girl," said the voice of Alucard in Seras' mind. She was sweating profusely at the tone he used to order her about with, and she was becoming increasingly sure that she couldn't make the shot.

"She's … she's fast—it's already fifty-six-hundred metres away," she said. She spoke out loud more out of habit than anything, though she also did it for Percival's benefit, knowing he couldn't hear what Alucard was saying to her.

"Her heart, aim for her heart!"

"I don't even have a scope! It's too dark!" she complained.

"If you were still human you would have a problem, but you are no longer human."

"It's okay, you can do it," Percival said from beside her. She glanced at him for a moment before he spoke again. "Just concentrate your senses on where you saw her running. Your eyesight should pick her up easily."

Seras nodded. She took a deep breath and did as he said, focusing on the area in front of them where they saw her run off to. Her blue eyes turned crimson, just like Alucard's, and she could see clearly. She could see the target running away from them as if she were only a few feet in front. She took a deep breath, and took the shot. The power of the rifle was vast. It was so powerful, in fact, that one shot to the heart blew off most of the Vampire's top half. Jessica collapsed to the ground in a bloody mess and was no more.

"Nice shooting," Alucard complimented his Fledgeling.

"Nice one," Percival said from beside her. "She went right down, you did a good job … Seras, are you okay?" He noticed that she had spaced out completely for some reason.

That gun was huge, but I didn't feel any recoil, Seras thought to herself, her mind reeling with shock. And is my vision really that clear now? What's happening to me …?

"Seras." She felt a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Percival, a look of concern on his face. Though looking friendly was impossible with the two large Serpent Heads slithering around him and hissing constantly. "Are you okay? You spaced out a little there."

"Y-yeah," she answered him, her voice a little shaky. "Thanks for the concern, Percy, but I think I'll be all right."

"If you're sure," he said. Then he smiled at her kindly. "We'd best get back before anyone thinks we've gone rogue."

After that they met up with Alucard and went to give Sir Integra their mission report.

~Hellsing's Supernatural Soldiers~

"Too many—why are there so many?" Sir Integra asked herself as she stood, alone, in her office. After they had gotten back from the job in Birmingham they had been multiple attacks occurring at the same time. "The Vampires have been wreaking havoc … and it's happening with two or three of them at a time. No direction—mindless killing—I can only use the word foolish to describe those who do things that benefit no one. I'm beginning to think that out there, somewhere … something is creating more of them."

~Hellsing's Supernatural Soldiers~

Three or four Vampire attacks at the same time as we were dealing with one … that was the first sign that something was very fucking wrong. At most we would have one or two attacks per month, sometimes even less than that. If Sir Integra's theory about something creating more Vampires was true, then this was much bigger than anything we'd ever seen before.

Seras was growing on me, though. She was nice, polite and she had an air of innocence that we didn't get that much around Hellsing. I started to find her attractive pretty early on, but you'd have to be either blind, gay or asexual not to. I didn't plan on making a move, though … I didn't have any feelings for her, and I didn't want to. People died on this job, and I didn't want to become attached to any of them. I was already failing; she was just too friendly for me to not like her. And let me tell you something: I don't the fact that she grew on me one damn bit.

After that night in Birmingham we kept our eye on things a lot more carefully. Kept track of all the Vampire attacks, searched for some pattern in the attacks. We found none.

So, for the time being, we settled for stopping the attacks as they came, and hoped that some form of clue was presented to us.


So, how was that? It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm getting back into the swing of things in terms of my updates, so my stories should be updated much more frequently from this point onward.

I hope you guys are happy, because next chapter we finally get to see the Darkness in action. Alexander Anderson shows up next chapter, and I've been looking forward to that moment since I started this. It's gonna be great. It'll also be a much longer chapter than the first three have been, so I hope you're happy about that.

Next Chapter: The Priest