This fic is co-written with peekodemeeko12 . We obviously don't own Hellsing or it's character but we own ours.

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CHAPTER 3

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Jackie mindlessly listened to the news while repairing a car under the watchful eyes of the werewolf's eyes on her. After what she saw last night she couldn't bring herself to sleep. She literally laid on her bed with her eyes locked onto the door, watching and waiting for him to come in and kill her. But he never did. And now, here she was, fixing cars with him sitting in the room and either staring at her or looking around the place.

He hadn't left her side at all since the day before. This morning she woke up to find him sitting outside her bedroom door, either keeping guard or keeping watch; she couldn't tell which. His red eyes unnerved her to no end. Those eyes that continued to study and observe her, unrelenting and undaunting made the hair on the back of her neck rise in apprehension whenever she happened to catch his line of sight. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. Sometimes she thought his rigid expression wanted to observe her and at other times just kill her. However, if he wanted her dead all he would have had to do the last couple times was step away and let her get killed. So why was he still here?

The street outside had died down to ominously silent proportions with the coming of night. Everyone is smart enough not to go outside at night without some form support like a large group and even that doesn't mean it's safe. Mario's thugs like to pick pocket and beat the crap out of those poor souls that go out alone at night. Jackie's eyes turned towards Hans, evenly staring back at him. He was absolutely dangerous. As to the reason why he wasn't leaving she had no idea so he probably wanted something. No matter what she offered him or tried to give him to make him go away didn't work. He just sat there and stared at her, nothing else.

The faint buzz of the TV called her attention back to reality when a name made Jackie's head twitch in recognition. She looked up at the tiny screen mounted in the corner, seeing Wilfred Thomas's face, an older gentleman from her same street that happened to be one of Jackie's most well known patrons, all among dozens of other faces labeled as missing persons.

("Good hell these disappearances are getting out of hand. Some of those are people from this very block and now Wilfred is on that list. Was he taken by the same ones that are kidnapping all those other people? ")- Her mind raced with the unnerving thought. Those kidnappers are coming down this street, it seems like.

A chilling and fearful tingle riveted down her spine as she shut and locked the hood of the car, stepping down from the small ladder she was using to reach deeper into the engine. All these people have gone missing and the police can't do a thing about it because it's in the dead of night and they can't risk coming down these streets with Mario's thugs running about.

Jackie walked to the front of the shop, checking the bars on the windows before turning the closed sign around and locking the door. Hans is a dog. Is it possible for him to track down Wilfred? There's a chance that will lead us to the gruff but nice older man and when she was at the building she could make an anonymous call to the police. I might not be able to do much but it's at least something. Jackie went behind her desk and picked up the handkerchief Mr. Thomas happened to leave behind the last time he was here. Jackie walked up to Hans, holding up the handkerchief to the rather bored looking man.

"Can you track this?" She asked. His eyes tightened slightly, as though questioning her sanity. He just gazed for some interminable seconds before leaning forward and sniffing it. He stared at the flimsy handkerchief before slightly inclining his head which Jackie interpreted as a yes.

"Get dressed. We're going to go out … Hans," Jackie hesitantly tacked on his name as she headed towards the stairs to change out of her oil stained clothes. These disappearances are going to end. And if not end, the least I can do is find the ones that are missing and help them. That is, if Hans is able to track them.

Not so long after, Jackeline Penske was walking down the street towards Mr. Thomas's apartment with Hans walking at her side and all her deep pockets filled with her lock picking tools and pepper spray. She knew that the pepper spray probably wouldn't be of much help but it's presence made her feel a bit safer while walking next to the wolf in disguise.

Hans audibly sniffed the air as his blood red eyes peeked past the rim of his high collared trench coat. Underneath that coat is probably that weird looking gun he carries around with him. She would have to look up what kind of gun that is later when she got the chance.

Hans stopped in the middle of the sidewalk as he tilted his head back, giving a few deft sniffs before continuing past the man's house. Does he have his scent? Without a word or question Jackie followed close behind him and tried hard to keep up with his fast pace without looking like she's putting a lot of effort into the near run. How is he just walking at this speed?

She followed him he guided her to a rundown factory scheduled for demolition. She clambered to a stop before the large gate fencing off the area to deter people from going in, getting her breath back after the brisk near run Hans effortlessly walked. Just how good in shape is this guy? Oh wait, of course, he's a werewolf how could I forget? Jackie sarcastically rolled her eyes towards the lock on the gate, seeing that it's been tampered with.

" … are you telling me that Mr. Thomas is in there?" Jackie asked, stepping in front of Hans. He did not motion anything and instead just stood still as stone before glancing over his shoulder at a nearby building.

"Well I guess we're going in then," Jackie said, feeling uncomfortable with the thick air of silence around them. But being quiet is probably the best thing to do since kidnappers are probably roaming around in there. Jackie grasped the lock and gave a gentle tug, startled as the lock came free with little effort. This is like those locks I've seen in the dollar stores. It looks like they're locked and trying to pick them is impossible but all that's needed is a stiff, strong tug and they come free.

Hans pushed the gate opened slightly, stepping inside and holding it for Jackie to follow. She nodded and followed him inside, not questioning anything as Hans walked around the outskirts and kept out of sight with the beams of building material laying on the ground.

Hans paused at the side of the building, looking up at a window that looked like it had been bashed in. Jackie stared at him before looking up herself and spying the same way. Her eyes dart around, looking for any sort of ladder or way up there.

"How do we get up there?" Jackie asked as Hans dipped down. She stared at him, puzzled as his eyes rolled her way. What does he want? Jackie flinched as he reached over his shoulder and patted his back. He wants me on his back … well alright then. She clambered onto his back and locked her arms around his neck as his firm hands clutched onto her knees. His muscles bunched up under her fingertips before he made a monstrous leap, making it to the ledge of the window without a problem.

Jackie remained tense, clenching her teeth tightly as she resisted the urge to let out a startle shout. O-Okay then … that was perfectly normal for a werewolf, I guess, maybe?

... Oh this is weird. Jackie shivered in fright at the height of his jump, tightly clutching his shoulders as he stepped inside. She let go and tried to step down but he held firm, shaking his head and looking down. Jackie followed his gaze and saw the horribly rusted metal ground covered in glass all around the top floor.

Low grade security system but she guessed it was fairly effective for those with sharp ears. This means there are probably people here. Jackie's heart pounded from the fear of actually running into the kidnappers. She wasn't sure Hans would help her again and for her to look into the faces of the kidnappers, which have taken so many people and not leaving a single trace as to who they are, would definitely be something to give her nightmares. Jackie held on to him as he walked along the supported edge of the floor, easily avoiding the spread out glass.

Jackie looked over the edge, half expecting to see people walking around and spied some cleaned up areas where hookahs and packages of who knows what kind of drug laid. This place has definitely been used recently.

"You sure he's here?" Jackie whispered, worried sick to her stomach. Which means that he more than likely really was kidnapped like all the other disappearances recently. But why kidnap an old man instead of killing him? That doesn't make much sense. Young girls being kidnapped made sense but indiscriminately taking people from their homes without a trace, regardless of race, age or gender? Now that was the strangest part about these totally 'all are equal in our eyes' kidnappers. "Hans … we're leaving soon to call the police after we've got some evidence, got it?" She whispered into his ear, not wanting to stay here in this creepy place any longer than she had to.

A moving figure made her tense up in alarm. Her eyes widened as her fingers dug into Hans's jacket, seeing someone walking around the ground floor with a large assault rifle in his hands. Holy- that's some heavy duty weaponry right there. She stiffened slightly as Hans stepped over to a broken part of the railing, watching the young man like a hawk watches prey. He wouldn't …

She sucked in a fast breath as he jumped off the ledge and dropped straight down. It took all of her willpower not to let out a shout as Hans landed heavily onto the man's head, slamming him against the ground. The momentum threw her off Hans's back and tumbling across the ground before her head shot up, seeing nothing but a pile of dust where the young man just was. Was he … maybe a ghoul too like that old woman before? Jackie shivered at the thought as Hans picked up the remaining clothes and gun, tossing them out of sight under a turned over table to hide the evidence.

If there are ghouls here does that mean the recent string of kidnappings are related to the ghoul and it's creator in her shop? Or those three men Hans saved her from less than a week ago? Oh man … she absolutely was in some deep trouble. Jackie gulped, looking over at the main doors. She could turn back now and forget about all of this.

But if she passed up the chance to stop this kidnapping spree she couldn't forgive herself. Mothers taken from children, brothers away from sister, grandparents from children … it was all despicable. Besides, it's a little late to try to punk out now. Those creatures that make the zombies, or, ghouls knew where she lived.

Jackie looked around for Hans, seeing him stop in front of a door. She walked over to him, seeing the convenient label 'basement' on the door. Hans casted her a glance, as if asking if she's going to open it and willingly witness the horrors which it hides. With little hesitation Jackie opened the groaning door, hearing people wailing and crying down the long stretch of stairs. And this was where there was no turning back.

Jackie heads down the stairs after Hans, peeking out over the wide opening while keeping most of herself hidden behind the wall. Her heart skipped a beat, mortified at the crime against humanity scene before her. People in the nude kept on chains were tied against the pillars. Bales of hay surround them and cover the floor in the areas where the people are at. Buckets were available and filled with vile contents beside the horrendously skinny and boney people. Most of them were lying down, groaning and sobbing and in clear pain while others were not moving at all. They all look like they've been whipped, burned and on the verge of starving to death. S-So many people … there has to be almost a hundred people here. Those missing people's report was dead wrong. It's not a handful of people; it's near a hundred.

"Well~ look who's here. Someone who came for a free implant? Your generosity is noted!" A wickedly cackling man calls. She watched a group of six people approach the stairs, none of them seeming apprehensive or hesitant at all. It's almost like they were expecting the duo. Hans continued to descend to meet them as Jackie followed, not wanting to be separated from Hans. Her eyes remain locked on the widely grinning men, noticing their pale complexion, sharp fangs and red eyes on every single one of them. Those eyes … are the same ones as the guy that was in Jackie's shop before Aria killed him. They're the ones doing this? All of this torture?

"You … did you all do this to these people?" She asked, mortified at their actions as I looked around and spied anyone between the ages of 9 to 90 among the people. All of them are in agony. Dying. Suffering.

"Pretty, ain't it?" The man laughs before pulling out a gun and aiming it for her, "now get down on your knees." His words float over her head as she turned to them, genuinely mortified at their callous nature. They enjoy this horror? They caused all this?

"How? How could you do this?" She asked, feeling dead inside as she looked at the scum standing in front of her.

"Easy! For the greens, of course," he laughed as one of the men hold up a briefcase and popped it open, showing off who knows how many hundreds bundled tightly in the case, "since the originator business went belly up we decided to find some new investors for our branches. As you can see, he didn't pay enough," he wickedly grinned before gesturing over to the wall where a man with skin tightly meshed against his bones laid.

"There's more?" She asked, shocked. They're part of a bigger enterprise. Who knows how many more there are in the city doing this to people. "How have you not been caught?"

"Ha. The police here are easy to bribe. Now, on your knees, cunt, and start sucking. You too," he said with a wicked grin as he pointed the gun at Hans. Jackie felt an immense rage rip through her horror, coming out roaring like a dragon in her seething rage. How dare they-!

"How dare you, you sack of dog shit!" Jackie angrily spat as his eyes narrow. Before she could utter another word Hans stepped forward and caught a bullet that almost goes through Jackie's head. Jackie sneered at the men, feeling her teeth chatter with incomprehensible anger. How can these people enjoy this torture? I-It's horrible.

"Hah? The fuck, man? How you do that?" He asked, looking at his gun as Jackie's heart hardened.

"Hans," she said, watching as he glanced back at her with a dutiful gaze, "take care of them … please." Jackie asked, watching as he nodded.

Hans didn't said anything. He took a couple steps forward and then he disappeared in the blink of an eye, only to reappear next in front of the man closest to Jackie in order to deal a front kick to the man's chest that sent the guy smashing towards the wall behind with such a heavy impact that tiles fell from the wall, and even before the body could slide towards the floor, Hans appeared in front of it to kick the head over the concrete and completely destroy the skull and it's insides. After the mess, Hans slightly turned his head back to look at the rest.

"WHAT!? You son of a …." - One of the guys shouted and shot in Hans direction without even aiming.

Disappearing again from sight, Hans appeared in front of the fool with his gun aimed between the man's eyes. Not blinking he shot and the bullet went straight through the bone and brain and ended up impacting the man behind in the chest. A second shot, straight through the hole dug in the man's brain, went and cleanly hit the second wounded one on the face.

Of the remaining 3 , One tried to run and two started shooting. Hans dashed forward and jumped over the one trying to run, landing on his back to make him crash to the floor. But rather than killing him immediately, Hans stomped on the back of his knees to break his legs, and then he disappeared to evade the bullets and hit one of the shooters with his elbow so that the jaw of this one got unhinged and his nose broken.

Jackie's eyes remained wide open, legs trembling at the gruesome display as she staggered back, watching Hans brutally murder the horribly people before she looked at all the people tied down and writhing on the ground in pain. Even if she helped them get out they wouldn't be able to move. Amongst all the screaming and begging for help she turned around and raced up the stairs. There was a payphone outside she could use while Hans distracted them and she could call the police. She'd just leave an anonymous tip to send every officer in New York to this exact sight. -

The last shooter then shoot towards Jackie as she raced up the stairs. Hans's action was dealing a round kick on the one he had just broken the face to kick him in front of Jackie while her back was turned to serve as a meat shield while Hans shot the man's hand and gun into smithereens, before shooting the head off.

Jackie raced out of the building as fast as she could, sprinting straight to the nearest payphone and scrambling to get her quarters out. She punched in the numbers and glanced back at the factory, waiting for them to pick up. Come on, come on hurry up people are dying in there! She held her breath, hearing the click.

"Hello this is 911 what is your emergency?" The woman on the line finally answered.

"Send every officer, ambulance and fire truck available to the location-," she started before a booming explosion resonated through the area. She staggered from the sound alone as the ground shook as though hit by an earthquake. The phone slipped out of her tembling fingers as she shakily craned her head back, seeing the entire factory going up in flames. Oh no. No, no all those people are still in there!

"No, no people are still alive in there!" She screamed before stumbling away from the phone. Just one, if she could save at least just one of those people down there-! She sprinted back towards the gate and spied Hans coolly walking out onto the sidewalk, unscathed and carrying two brief cases.

"Hans, Hans oh thank goodness you're alright-," she started before he pulled her into a hug and held her down as a wave of heat blew through the area. She shrunk against him and tucked her head against his chest, feeling the burning heat scorching her skin underneath her clothes. She didn't dare open her eyes until Hans loosened his grip. Her pupils shrank with resonating horror, seeing the monstrous inferno consume the building.

"No, no there are still people in there." She breathed in horror as she tried to get past him. Everything was on fire and burning but if she was fast enough, there is the smallest chance one of them got out alive. Hans's arm hooked her around the waist and quickly dragged her out of the sight despite her resisting.

"Hans, Hans stop, they could still be, could be, it's possible!" She shouted but she knew there was no helping them. More than likely all of them were burned to a crisp if not killed by the initial explosion. With heat that intense they could possibly be melted. Just the callous thought alone, imagining all those poor people who were squirming around and knowing she saw them in their last moments made her sick. Her stomach lurched as she covered her mouth, feeling her dry eyes taking in the horror. They're all dead.

Hans stepped into an alley and watched as a few police cars sped by. Jackie shoved his arm off and stumbled behind a dumpster, heaving up her stomach content onto the ground. She stood there trembling, hacking up the urges that zipped through her system. She didn't want to be here anymore. Those people, all the things those horrible people were doing to them was disgusting. Jackie felt as though she couldn't breathe as she threw up some more, feeling pins and needles prickle her stomach as she spat out the remainder of the foul tasting bile.

"Let's go home, Hans," she quietly whispered. Sirens go off left and right as they hurry down the street. Those creatures said that there were more of them out there in other places. Which means most of the kidnappings are resulting in that kind of horrible mess of mangled bodies. The thought nearly makes her throw up again but she kept it down, picking up her pace with Hans close behind. And the entire city has no idea.

But I do.

Jackie slipped into her apartment with Hans coming in behind and shutting the door. She was wondering how in the world she was going to sleep at night after this. She could only imagine the nightmares that will be haunting her with the images of all those poor people. Her eyes traveled over the briefcases Hans was holding, now curious as to what he grabbed before everything began blowing up.

"What's in the cases?" She asked, eager to get her mind off of what she saw. Hans sat down beside her and unlatched the locks before opening it to reveal the hundreds of dollars in cash the man showed to her before. "Holy … ," she started, sitting back with wide eyes. That money … that money made in killing so many people … her eyes narrowed, pissed. "I want nothing to do with dirty money." She said, closing up both cases and taking them to the front door. She paused, her fingers unwilling to let go of the vast amount of money inside. This absolutely would keep her business from tanking. I-If she were to think about this logically she should use it just in case something happens. Like the broken window she'd need to replace.

Hans head suddenly turned towards the kitchen in alert as if he had heard something and went towards it. Jackie glanced back and saw him take one step inside the kitchen but not enter completely. A half minute after, like magic, he turned around with a warm bowl of food in his hands and went to the couch like nothing.

What the? Jackie stepped away from the door and looked around the edge and saw Aria sitting at the counter with an almost feline smirk on her face as she popped pieces of popcorn into her mouth. "That was such a fun show I decided to make some popcorn for myself," she cheekily grinned as Jackie's jaw dropped.

"How the hell did you get in here?" She asked, watching as Aria pointed to the open window in the living room. Good hell I need to start putting bars in the second floor windows. " … what do you want?" Jackie asked, her grip tightening on the briefcase handles. Just what she needed, another stray popping into her house uninvited.

Aria looked at her with a funny smirk, "the question is what will you do now. You are already involved into this and puppy there won't say anything ... I find this quite interesting and funny."

" … you can tell me what's happening, right? With all the kidnappings and the, uh, chips these freaks with red eyes keep talking about?" Jackie said, deliberating before walking over to the counter and opening one of the briefcases before taking out two tight bundles amounting to 20,000 dollars. Aria nearly began to drool over the money as she grinned, reaching over for it but quickly yanked her hand back as Jackie slammed it shut just shy of lopping off some fingers. Jackie held up the money, leaning against the counter as she saw the greed in the woman's eyes. "Tell me everything."

"You'd have to pay a lot, really." Aria put her index finger at the corner of her mouth and thought about it.

"And you can see I have the money so I'm not bluffing when I say I will start paying you a lot more if you're able to get me more information on these freaks." Jackie said. Using this dirty money to pay her was just fine. Jackie wanted to know everything about these freaks and why they were torturing people like they were. It was … inhuman, their torturing is. And she may not be able to do much but she just felt like she couldn't let this pass her by. Her skin boiled and churned with anger, wanting to get back at these people that have hurt so many.

"The truth is that this all seems very funny. Not much money here, but very entertaining … ," Aria hummed, more so interested in the entertainment portion of this little job than the actual money.

"That money right there is your down payment for the time being. From here on out you will get $1,000 a week and the more information you bring back the bigger your bonuses will be depending on the information and how useful it is. I don't employ useless people." Jackie firmly stated, refusing to be taken advantage of when it comes to money.

"$2,000 and let's say that right now I tell you where is a place where they are hiding chips ready to be installed on people. How much will you pay for that?" Aria hummed with a very interested and wry smile.

"How many chips, how many guards and what's the address?" Jackie immediately replied.

"Answer first and then I'll decide if your paying enough for it. But do tell... why do you want to get more involved in this?" Aria asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

"I want to know how legitimate your claim is," Jackie shot back, not willing to relinquish control of the situation, "show me proof such as pictures of the place and I'll give you ... $3,000 right off the bat for that particular bit of information and the side details such as how many chips and how many people are there guarding it at all times," Jackie countered, " … as to why I want to get involved is none of your business. I have the money, you have the knowledge and that's all either of us needs to know."

"I think I'm starting to want you alive," Aria said with a goofy smile.

"You wanted me dead earlier?" Jackie said, sounding a little uneasy, "was I that much of a prude? I thought I was just giving myself reassurance to know that you are legitimate." Jackie honestly stated.

"Oh no, that has nothing to do with it but don't worry. As long as you pay nice you will rent my loyalty. But if you betray me … ," Aria trailed off with a cheeky and mysterious smile full and threatening implications.

"I have no business turning you in. You're helping me and I'm not ungrateful. Now, show me proof of this information via pictures. I'll give you," she paused, opening the briefcase and keeping an eye on her greedy fingers as she pulled out another stack of money and thumbed through it, plucking out a $1,500, "this here now along with the down payment. Is that enough?" Jackie asked. She was going to have to google how much mercenaries normally make so this woman doesn't try to get one over on her.

Aria took out her expensive looking and military grade at least smartphone and pressed some buttons in there. A second later, Jackie's own phone rang with the notification of a new mail. There was no sender and no trail but it contained attached files.

"There," Aria said and guarded her phone while getting on with eating the popcorn.

Jackie took out her phone, not knowing if being surprised or not that the greedy mercenary had her number, and looked at the pictures. Her eyes widened as she recognized a certain store nearby in a side picture Aria took. No way … this is near the police station here. That man in the abandoned factory mentioned bribing police … is it possible the police are in on this and are holding the goods for the criminals? Jackie grit her teeth. That's pathetic. Officers are supposed to protect people.

"Thanks. Here," Jackie said as she tossed the rest of the $2,000 Aria's way and took the briefcase over to Hans. "Watch this for me, Hans. I'm just going to bed," Jackie heavily sighed before walking back to her room.

The woman began counting her money with a satisfied smile in her lips - "The longer you wait the bigger of a chance you're going to mi~iss" - She didn't even turned towards Jackie's way but eyed the briefcase. -" You asked for a small proof. I gave it to you, but as I said. It was a SMALL one. There are bigger and bloodier places… that I can rat out to you"

Jackie paused, soaking in her words with a heavy heart before sneering in disgust and quickly retreating to her room. -

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