Two things before we get to the chapter:
-one, the next chapter of The Bloody Ashikabi might take longer to be updated, as while I have finished it, a review I got made me realize that it could be improved, a lot, as such I will be re-writing parts of it, and Heaven forbid, start from scratch.
-two, this chapter may be offensive to English readers, as I more or less bash the Queen in it. This is a story, not a depiction of my opinion on the are simply a few things from Potter canon that rub me the wrong way about her. She should have kept an eye on the magical world of her country, especially considering how easy it is for a single magical person to cause untold amounts of damage ( a single example: what would happen if a Muggleborn imperiused the crew of a destroyer and sent missiles on another country?), and she should have acted at one point during the First War. I mean, it's made rather clear that without the accident when Voldie tried to kill Harry, he would have won, and by that point his Death Eaters would most likely already have begun killing Muggles for sport.
I don't own Hellsing or Harry Potter.
03
Plans coming to fruition
Harry sighed as he watched Alhambra fight against Alucard, the Dandy may have been powerful for a first-generation artificial vampire, but the No-Life King was in a league of his own, even among natural vampires, which meant that the odds of the Werewolf winning were barely above zero. Though he guessed that it was what the Major wanted, after all the man was usually quite happy to sacrifice people so long as it got him what he wanted. The Valentine brothers, for instance, had actually thought that they would be able to be able to storm Hellsing Manor with their Ghoul army and get out unscathed, the idiots. All the Werewolves would have known that doing so was a suicidal move, what with all of Hellsing's "special assets" being present at the time. Not only was Alucard there, but his newly created Draculina, Seras Victoria, and the "God of Death", Walter C. Dornez were present as well. While the Draculina was still quite weak due to her rejecting the idea of drinking blood, both Alucard and Walter would have been able to deal with both brothers and their Ghoul army by themselves.
Anyway, it seemed that the secrecy of Millennium's existence would soon no longer be a major concern, and he grinned at the thought of being able to finally have some fun. While the occasional murder did help him alleviate his boredom, he wanted nothing more to shove into mankind's face the fact that they were not the top of the food chain any longer. He wanted to see armies of undead laying siege to the last strongholds of mankind, to know that the once proud race had been forced to live like rats, only surviving because of the mercy of those stronger than them. He cared little about anything else, why would he? Repaying mankind for his treatment in his early years had always been the only thing on his mind, and it wasn't like he wanted to have a family, or anything else so normal. He had been raised until he was seven by people who had repeatedly told him, beaten into him, that he wasn't human, that he was a Freak. After everything that had happened, he had come to accept that he was indeed, a Monster. So what? Why should he care? He was a Monster, so he would act like one. The fact that he liked acting as a Monster was only the icing on the cake.
He whistled as Alhambra and Alucard tried to punch each other, only for the No-Life King's outstretched hand to slice the other man's arm in two halves from his hand to his shoulder. That had to hurt! This was why he wasn't foolish enough to challenge Alucard to a one-on-one fight. A vampire's power was mainly determined by how old they were, and how many people they had fed on. This meant that a particularly bloodthirsty vampire with only a few decades of existence could be more powerful than a vampire that had existed for centuries if said vampire fed only from time to time. Alucard, however, had been around for centuries and hard gorged himself repeatedly, which was why he was so powerful. When fighting him, they were not facing a simple vampire, they were facing the combined might of all said vampire's victims put together. And that was a lot.
"Who are you?" asked a feminine voice, as the sound of a safety being taken off could be heard.
Lazily looking behind him, he grinned as he saw the blue eyes of Seras Victoria staring at him with suspicion. She had the right to be suspicious, though, since he had been sitting on a building and staring at the fight between her Master and the Dandy, without interfering of course, but still. And since he wasn't a known Hellsing operative...
Looking at the Draculina closely, he had to admit that the video feeds he got to see back at Millennium's headquarters didn't do her justice. She was a gorgeous young woman in her prime, and would now forever look as if she was in her late teens. Her uniform clung to her curves, and curves she had, wide hips and large breasts, had she walked on the streets in broad daylight many men would have fallen over themselves to woo her. She still looked a bit green, naive even, but considering who her Master was, it was only a matter of time before she lost whatever naiveté and innocence she had left.
He had read what he had been able to find on her, and he had to admit that had she not become a Draculina, she might have been one of the very few humans he didn't want to bleed dry or maim violently. Her father, a cop, had apparently learnt a bit too much about some criminals, who had one day shown up at their home, brutally killed him, before killing her mother, and then proceeded to rape her corpses in front of Seras, whom they had shot in the stomach and yet was still conscious. While traumatic in the same way his own experiences as a child had been, he could freely admit that to become the young woman she was now despite this experience showed that she was one of the few humans he could have admired. He still respected her now that she was a vampire, of course, but she was the enemy, and one thing he knew was that it was always foolish to underestimate an enemy.
Giving the beautiful Draculina a fanged grin, he disappeared, knowing that they would soon see each other again. After all, the Major wanted him to attend the meeting between the Queen, the Vatican's Thirteenth Section and the Hellsing Organization. It would be the first official meeting between the two, since the Catholic priests rarely associated with Protestants if they could help it, an example of that being Anderson, the top executive of Iscariot, who was more than happy to kill as many Protestants as he could whenever he was on a mission that allowed him to set foot in England. Of course, such a meeting wouldn't be complete without a little...message from the Major, since said meeting was mainly focused on how to deal with Millennium.
Time for war is almost here...
-Break-
"It's what Tubalcain's blood told ya, hm?" smirked Schrödinger.
Harry, who was currently hidden in the shadows, grinned at the reactions of the people present. Integra Wingates Fairbrook Hellsing, Alucard's Master, had widened her eyes, which, if the information the Major had provided him with was accurate, was more than enough to show how surprised she was. As Alucard's Master, she was a very composed person, with the most powerful vampire in the world as her lapdog. The fact that the No-Life King himself respected her enough to carry out her orders without much opposition was quite telling of her character, as he knew that the old vampire would never listen so well to a person they didn't respect immensely. When it was still Integra's father who gave the vampire his orders, it was quite normal for them to bicker until the Hellsing had to use his status to order Alucard to follow through his orders.
Anyway, he had to admit that the people in the room were interesting. Not only was the Queen herself present, but Alucard was there as well, Seras too, Walter and a mercenary whose name he hadn't bothered to learn were there as well. Sitting at the same table, in front of the Hellsing representatives and the members of the Round Table were the Vatican's envoys, Enrico Maxwell, leader of Iscariot, the hidden branch tasked with dealing with supernatural threats. The man's presence was a testament to how serious the British were taking Millennium's threat, since Enrico was a fanatic who would have been all too happy to kill every Protestant in the room if he thought he would be able to get away with it. The man hated everything that wasn't Catholic, and was notorious for his dislike to deal with Protestants, whom he called Heretics.
He was greatly amused to see both the mercenary and one of the Vatican's agents taking out their weapons and pointing them at Schrödinger. As if they could kill the boy. Even Alucard would have trouble with that, and there were very few beings the No-Life King couldn't kill easily. Even Dragons would be easy to kill for him, so long as he was allowed to use his full strength, though he had never heard of a tale where he would have fought one of the fire-breathing lizards.
"...No signs of an intruder, milady." he heard Walter comment to Integra.
"Don't bother, I am everywhere and nowhere at the same time." grinned the catboy. Knowing him, he was greatly enjoying the moment, since his declaration was basically a taunt useless to those who did not, like him, know of his abilities.
Schrödinger was arguably the most durable of the Werewolves, superior to even the Captain in that aspect. His power was very complex, and based on a famous experience of quantum mechanics devised by the Austrian physicist Erwin Schrödinger. Basically, the boy's existence was uncertain, which meant that so long as he was aware of himself, he existed wherever and whenever he wanted, allowing him to pop out where he wanted and to survive wounds that would have killed any other being. The base line of this could be summed up as "I think, therefore I am.". So long as he thought, he would exist, but the second he believed he was dead, he would disappear.
He had to refrain a laugh as his senior bowed to Seras Victoria, the poor Draculina obviously having no idea of how to react to an emissary of their enemies being polite. In the end, she bowed as well and returned the greetings.
"Schrödinger," he chided, causing some of the people present to jump in their seats as they probably had been too focused on Schrödinger to pay attention to anything else, "Stop playing with the girl, you are here to deliver the Major's message, nothing more, nothing less."
The cat boy pouted, but nodded, his ears laying flat on his head. He was actually surprised that the boy only ever listened to him without joking, even the Major was made fun of whenever Schrödinger was around.
"Walter?" asked Integra, and he could see that her eye was twitching, no doubt disliking the fact that two people had managed to slip in a building supposed to be impenetrable and protected by the best elements of Hellsing.
"Don't bother." he grinned, materializing behind Schrödinger and putting a hand on the boy's shoulder, "Your defenses aren't exactly foolproof, you know? You could have gone with a few wards, that would have made security considerably better."
At the word wards, he could see Integra's eyebrows rise in understanding, before she motioned for the people present to stand down, which they did, albeit reluctantly.
"So, Millennium had a wizard working for them." commented the Head of Hellsing, frowning. "I wasn't aware that they even knew about the existence of your kind."
He shrugged.
"Well, apparently they met Grindelwald once, so they knew about magic, but that was about it. I don't think they expected to find a wizard or a witch anytime soon anyway. The fact I joined was more luck than anything else."
Turning, he then gave a small bow to the Queen.
"Greetings, your Majesty."
"Greetings." came the voice of the aged Queen, and he could tell that she was curious as to why an enemy of England would greet her at all. "May we know your name, wizard?"
He grinned. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. While she was not directly responsible for his treatment as a child, it was clear that a lot of what had happened to him was caused by her way of ruling. While he acknowledged that she was only human, she had made one too many mistakes, and he wasn't about to sugarcoat what he was about to say.
"Oh, I do believe you know me. In fact," he looked at the Hellsing's representatives, "I believe that Sir Integra knows my name as well. But before I even give my name, I have a question. It's been nagging me for years, and now than I can get an answer straight from the source, I'm going for it."
Turning back to stare at the Queen, and ignoring everyone else, he took a deep breath...and then shouted:
"WHEN THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING TO GET YOUR WRINKLED ASS MOVING AND DO YOUR FUCKING JOB, BITCH?!"
Utter silence filled the room. Nobody among those present could even believe the nerve of the young man who not only was an enemy, but had also infiltrated a reunion of the very people who wanted him and his associates dead, and had dared to insult the Queen of the United Kingdom, in her face, and in front of some of her most loyal lapdogs.
Harry, however, ignored everyone but the Queen as he glared at the aged woman.
"It seems you don't understand what I'm talking about. Allow me to elaborate. You are aware of the existence of a hidden society of magic users living in your country. And, unless you are a completely incompetent ruler, you keep up to date with what these people do, as such, you are perfectly aware of how badly the Ministry of Magic of your country is run. Until quite recently, the Minister, the highest authority of the magic users after you, was a man whose best friend was a known terrorist who hadn't been sent to prison because he had bribed his way out after all.
You are also aware of the fact that a little more than two decades ago, a war started among the wizards and witches, with one side perfectly happy to murder entire families and who preached the enslavement of all those that couldn't use magic. And even when it got to the point where entire towns disappeared off the map, you did nothing to reign them in. I mean, unless I know your duties better than you, it's your fucking job to make sure that if the Ministry of Magic gets too corrupted, you step in and take charge. But did you do that? Nooo, you were perfectly happy to let your subjects die while you sat living in luxury, ignoring their troubles."
The sound of multiple safeties being removed was heard as soon as he finished his rant, and he could feel the members of the Round Table, all without exception, pointing guns at him. Of course, bullets didn't work on him, not even the silver bullets Hellsing supplied to their members, however considering what he knew of Walter's abilities when it came to creating custom-made weapons, he wouldn't put it past Integra to have bullets able to affect him.
He twitched his fingers, and he relaxed. Now all the guns pointed at him had been transfigured into bananas, making the scene quite surreal. He wished Schrödinger had been able to take a picture of the moment, he was certain the Werewolves would have laughed themselves silly at the sight of the mighty members of the Round Table threatening a vampire with bananas.
With a smirk, he commented:
"Well, perhaps you want to lower your bananas, that is unless you wish to look like idiots threatening a vampire with fruits."
Looking back at the Queen, he tapped his foot impatiently, his posture similar to a parent scolding an unruly child.
"So? What do you have to say for your defense? And before you start, it better be good, otherwise you will want to sleep with an eye open at night."
With a casual cocking of his head, he avoided the bullet from Integra's gun. As he had expected, she had more than one weapon on her person.
"I hope for your sake that you are not threatening Her Majesty, vampire." she growled.
"And what if I was?" he asked, a cocky grin on his face. "Tell me, Lady Hellsing, if you had been abused and raped as a child, how would you react if you found yourself facing a cop looking the other way when the events happened? Because this is the same situation. Queenie had a duty to step in if things got too bad in the magical world, but she's done nothing. Which means that she is similar to a cop looking the other way when a crime happens on his watch."
"Why are you so interested in her actions anyway?" asked the mercenary, who until then had been silent, though Harry had seen him silence a laugh when he had transfigured the guns into bananas.
"Why? Because she is directly responsible for a number of deaths, and for my own not-so stellar childhood. Does the name Harry Potter ring a bell?" he asked, and he was pleased to see Integra widen her eyes in recognition.
"You are Harry Potter? No wonder Dumbledore couldn't find you, from what he told me, he was convinced you were still in the country. But why would you join Millennium when they have been sending artificial vampires against your own country? And why would you even agree to help them? Do you have no pride as a British citizen?!"
A harsh laugh escaped from his lips as he sneered at the mocha-skinned woman.
"Trust me, when you've grown up like me, pride is the last thing on your mind. Pride doesn't feed you, doesn't keep you warm, doesn't protect you from beatings, and it certainly doesn't make your life easier when you live with abusive people. So no, I have absolutely no pride as a British, not when the only example of citizens I have were either abusive relatives, neglectful teachers, and ignorant children.
I actually have more pride in my rank of First Lieutenant of Millennium. At least they were decent enough to provide me with what I needed, be it clothes or food."
Then he blinked, and he sighed. He really shouldn't have gone on a tangent like that. He had only come to mock Hellsing, but once he had seen the Queen, he had just...snapped. He really should have controlled himself better, especially since he had known that the Queen would be present. It had just pissed him off to see the old hag sitting on her throne like perfect royalty when she had done absolutely nothing to intervene in the First Wizardry War, despite it being her duty as the Queen.
It had angered him to no end when he had learnt that the Queen had the power and duty to dissolve the Ministry of Magic if she ever judged it was not performing its' duty to the best of its' capacity, and considering just how far the British wizards and witches had fallen, she should have done something far earlier. Yet she had done nothing when Voldemort had begun waging war for the first time, decimating wizardkind and Muggles indiscriminately, she had done nothing to deal with the blatant segregation shown by wizards, and she had done nothing to help in the reconstruction after the war. What kind of ruler ignored an entire part of society when said part was made of people who had the means to break just about every law they wanted with little trouble? Wizards could abduct people with a simple stunner, kill them with a wide variety of spells and poisons, and even could have taken control of entire companies if they had been more intelligent and more interested in the Muggle world.
There were so many ways for wizards to mess up a country beyond recognition that it wasn't even funny, and yet the Queen acted as if whatever they did was their own problem, despite the very real consequences their actions could have on her country. Hell, the Dementors that Voldemort had used in the first war, from what he had read, had roamed the country and Kissed a lot of people without caring that they were wizards, witches, or Muggles. Which begged the question: did she have a reason for acting as she did, or was she no longer fit to reign? She was old, after all, and it wasn't unheard of for people of her age to start going senile, even if it was unlikely that her entourage would miss the signs.
Shaking his head, he continued:
"Well, anyway, we're here to deliver a message from the higher-ups. Schrödinger?" he motioned for the cat-like boy to resume where he had been interrupted.
"Aye, Harry!" he grinned, taking out what appeared to be a portable communication device and putting on the table, and then pushing a button on a remote with a smug grin. Smug grin that then disappeared as nothing appeared on the screen.
"Hmm?" came the voice of the Major, "It isn't showing what we are doing, Warrant Officer Schrödinger."
Behind the man's calm voice, desperate pleas could be heard, and Harry recognized one of the "big shots", the idiots that had thought they were in charge of Millennium. They had been kept alive because the Major wanted to make an example out of them, even if their infuriating ego was hard to bear with at times. How often had he wanted to rip them to shreds, the old coots looking down on him because he was a teenager, despite his power? At least they were getting what they deserved, and he grinned, showing his fangs.
"Major, you're having some problems there, uh?" grinned Schrödinger, whose grin was as large as Harry's. He had never liked the old men, so he was probably quite happy to hear them begging for their lives.
"No, not since we've finished..."drawled the Major.
On the screen could be seen several mutilated corpses, their ribcages torn open as if a wild animal had devoured them. White bones could be seen, dripping with crimson blood and some having some muscles still loosely attached to them.
"Hello, Major." spoke Alucard, walking from the throne towards the screen.
"It has been a long time, Alucard...It is a pleasure to see you again." waved the small man.
"What is your objective?" cut Integra's cold, dignified voice.
"Oh? You are the Head...Integra Hellsing? I don't think we've already met." greeted the Major, grinning, and his voice showing clear amusement and interest.
"What kind of purpose could be the cause of such monstrous acts?" insisted the mocha-skinned woman. "Answer me!"
The image on the screen flickered, showing only a dark figure where the Major had stood, the twin lenses of his glasses shining ominously in the dark.
"Purpose? My fair Fräulein...That is a stupid question." chuckled the golden-eyed man. "You ask what our purpose is? To be honest, Fräulein...We do not have a purpose."
The image on the screen changed again, this time showing a bound and gagged old man wearing an officer uniform, with a sign reading "I am a defeatist!." around his neck trembling in terror.
"Listen, Fräulein...In this world there are those that choose to not have a purpose to get what they want. To put it simply...There are those who are like us..."
With a snap of his fingers, several soldiers rushed towards the bound man, tearing him apart with bestial growls.
"Do finish your plate..."commented the voice of the Doctor, "If they turn into Ghouls, it will be bothersome..."
Screams of agony could be heard as the end of the man was shown, devoured alive by the vampires and screaming for mercy despite his innards being ripped off and eaten before his very eyes. Many of the people present paled and looked sick at the sight, while Harry merely whistled lowly. Such a sight, while uncommon, was not something he was unused to, so he had long since stopped being bothered by such scenes.
"Uwahhh...It looks really disgusting, Major!" commented Schrödinger, despite the large grin on his face.
"You are mad." blandly commented Maxwell, seemingly not at all bothered by the sight.
"Oh? Speaking of madness, Vatican's Iscariot?" grinned the Major. "It is your God that allows us this madness. But I ask of you...Who guarantees a sane mind to your God?"
The pale-haired man paled and his eyes widened as if he had been slapped, sweat forming on his brow. However the Major was not finished with his speech, as he continued:
"We are the proud Schutzstaffel of the Third Reich! How many people do you think we have killed? Mad? And you are calling us such only now? You are half a century late! Very good, wonderful! Let us see if you can stop me, go on and try! However, neither you nor your people happen to be my enemy, so do kindly stay peacefully where you are. My enemy is England! Hellsing! No...The man happily laughing and standing there!"
As he finished, a roaring laughter finally erupted from Alucard's mouth, the No-Life King laughing hysterically.
"What a superb declaration of war! Very good, I'll pulverize you as many times as you want!" grinned the No-Life King, his eyes burning with a passionate fire as he clenched his fist, the runes on his gloves glowing crimson.
"What a ferocious enmity we share..."grinned the Major.
As he continued his speech, Harry noticed Integra looking quite fed up.
"Alucard, Seras: fire."
Faster than he could have predicted, Alucard had taken out his twin guns and had shot Schrödinger in the mouth, and him in the head. The left side of his face exploded into meaty chunks, blood splattering the ground around him as his body fell backwards, that is until his brain started to regenerate. Instantly, he felt his powers roar to life to rebuild his body. Tendrils of pure darkness coalesced and remade his face, blood was absorbed back into his organism, and bones rebuilt themselves while muscles regenerated.
"Oh? You killed the messenger, how violent!" commented the Major. "Good bye Fräulein, I will wait for the day we will meet on the battlefield."
Just as he finished speaking, the communication device was shot several times by Seras, the Draculina having pointed her gun at it. Everyone was so focused on the crater that had been the communication device that none had even noticed that Harry was still very much present, that is until he spoke.
"Not bad, Alucard. Miss Victoria, quite good as well. See you on the battlefield..." he grinned, transporting himself away just as a bullet impacted the wall where his head had once been. "Good luck, you will need it..."
-Break-
Harry scowled as he watched the solution Integra had chosen to send Alucard free the Aircraft Carrier from Millennium. Crashing a jet into it? What a waste of money...Then again, they were pretty desperate...An Aicraft Carrier hijacked by Millennium was Bad News for Hellsing, as it would allow them to strike far easier wherever they wanted on the coast of England. Of course, Millennium had no need for such a thing, as Harry could easily have bought several Carriers without making much of a dent in his accounts, thanks to the gold he had taken from the organization's funds.
He watched as the soldiers, artificial vampires that they were, were slaughtered by Alucard, the No-Life King creating countless arms made of the purest darkness and sending them towards the veterans of World War II, tearing them to shreds as they desperately fought for their lives, shooting at them with everything they had. Many screamed, unable to comprehend the truly devilish power of their foe, unable to comprehend how a natural vampire could be so much more powerful than them. Even with the great enhancements Harry had helped the Doctor develop for the creation of artificial vampires, they were no match for one of the oldest and most powerful vampires alive. The only one Harry believed had a chance of matching Alucard in terms of power was the Bloody Countess, Elizabeth Bathory. She too was a very old vampire, and she too had consumed countless people. However, from what he had discovered, she much preferred to blend with humans, and control them from the shadows. Her powers were far more focused on the mind and illusions, though as an elder vampire she was still powerful enough to rip any opponent to shreds. Perhaps once everything was done, he could see if the Countess was interested in a partnership?
He growled as Rip fought Alucard, her bullets ripping his body to shreds again and again and again, until he caught one with his teeth, stunning her so much that she lost all control on her other bullets, which then dropped as if they were normal ammunition. She then begun crawling away, her terror so great that she had even forgotten the Portkeys he had made for her. With a growl, he disappeared.
-Break-
"Good evening, Alucard." he greeted, materializing in front of Rip and Alucard.
The air was heavy with the smell of smoke and fire, as flames consumed the Carrier, their flickering light creating contorting shadows, twisting the darkness around them.
"'Ello." grinned the No-Life King, before spitting the silver bullet out, his powers allowing his skin to knit back together until there was no sign the tall raven-haired man had bit down on a bullet.
The very fact that he had managed to intercept one of Rip's shots was most likely because she had been terrified out of her mind, making her control sloppy and their speed drop. Otherwise he was certain that he would never have managed to catch the bullet.
"We meet again, Lord Potter." grinned the elder vampire, his frame shifting in anticipation, as if the man's familiars were eager to come out. "I must admit, I am surprised. I did not expect that man to care about the lives of his subordinates."
"He doesn't. I'm here on my own, not because I was ordered to." admitted the green and crimson eyed vampire.
"Oh?" voiced the older man, his gaze flickering to the terrified form of Rip, who was backing away from him, her form fraught with pure terror.
Harry had no idea of what was going through the former Count's head, though he was surprised to see a flicker of something in the crimson eyes, something different than the bloodlust usually there. However it disappeared far too quickly for him to be sure of it, with the flickering light it could have been his imagination.
"And what makes you think I will let you leave with her?" he grinned, slowly taking out his guns.
Alucard's weapons were not conventional guns, no regular human would have been able to lift them, let alone shoot them, the recoil alone would have shattered their arms and shoulders. The .454 Casull and the Jackal were weapons built for Alucard, and only him. While Harry was confident that he may be able to use them, he was not stupid enough to believe that it would be enough to kill the older vampire. Besides, he had his own weapons, that he had asked the Doctor to make for him.
With a hiss from Harry in Parseltongue, Rip disappeared, her Portkey transporting her away from the Carrier, and simultaneously frying the death switch inside her. He didn't think the Major would want to kill her, as she had done her job, which was to lure Alucard on the now burning Carrier, but he didn't want to take any risks. He himself risked rather little, since the Major had never included him in his plans, and he had not interfered with said plans per se, since had he not saved Rip, the No-Life King would still have been stuck in the middle of the ocean. The only reason he even could be there was because he was a wizard by birth, allowing him skills that Alucard, despite his centuries of existence and tremendous power, could not possess.
A grinning Alucard pointed the Jackal at him.
"Good, now that the girl is gone, come on. Come on, come on, come on!" he roared, shooting bullets that impacted Harry's legs, instantly shattering them. "Show me a good fight. Show me your powers. Show me that you aren't like those cheaply produced artificial vampires! Hurry, hurry!"
His rant was abruptly stopped when his head was blown off by an explosive bullet, and Harry grinned as he shot several other bullets at key points on Alucard's body, such as his knees, elbows, and heart, before slightly lowering his now smoking weapon.
The Fenrir was based on blueprints similar to the Jackal, however it was made very differently. First and foremost, a lot of the metal that made it up allowed for magic to be channeled through it, and Harry had personally carved countless runes on it to enhance it far beyond what a normal gun should have been able to do. That wasn't even counting with his meddling on the ammunition, where he had added his own touch as well, though it had taken him months of experimentation to get what he wanted right. Now he could shoot explosive rounds laced with magic, making them five time more powerful, and allowing him to seriously hinder any form of regeneration. It was not a weapon made to incapacitate, it was a weapon of war, made to kill and to maim. His earlier shots had created large holes in the Carrier where they had impacted, and he had once destroyed an entire house by using it and shattering the supporting walls.
As he expected, Alucard's form darkened, shadows dancing and melding together to reform his body as uproarious laughter could be heard, the elder vampire's slowly reforming face stretched into a feral grin as he eyed Harry's now healed form.
"Good, good, GOOD!" he roared, before looking at Harry with anticipation in his eyes. "Show me how a true vampire fights, summon your familiars, hurry, hurry, HURRY!"
By now Harry could easily have fled the Carrier, however he wanted to test himself against Alucard, he wanted to see where he stood compared to the fabled No-Life King. He was not suicidal, however he could disappear whenever he wanted if he felt he was in over his head.
Soon, darkness seemed to creep towards Harry, whose form had become shadowy, his left arm shifting into a very large, pitch black snake with six crimson eyes, the head alone the size of an adult's man head. The Apep was a demon snake whose roots could be traced back to ancient Egypt, one of its' earlier depictions being as the enemy of Ra, the Egyptian Solar deity, and as the Lord of Chaos. Harry, due to the fusion of his soul with the piece of Voldemort's soul that had been stuck in his head, had a very strong affinity with snakes, as such it was not a surprise that his demon familiar was a snake.
A similar thing was happening to Alucard, whose left arm had shifted into a giant wolf-like head with countless eyes. The No-Life King was laughing, his eyes shining with excitement, and, much to Harry's surprise, respect.
"Magnificent! Finally, finally a decent opponent! Do not disappoint me, boy!"
With a roar, the two vampires lunged at each other.
-Break-
An exhausted Harry stumbled to his bed, spent. He was covered in sweat and blood, and felt like he had been run over by a hundred trucks, but he was grinning widely. His fight with Alucard had been incredible, the older vampire clearly surpassing him in every aspect, yet he had managed to stay alive through all of it, though he had an inkling that the No-Life King had gone easy on him. He had been forced to retreat after a while, since he needed to rest for a few hours as the assault on London was in half a day at most. Luckily he didn't need more than four hours of sleep to recover, he could even have stayed awake and drunk the blood of a few people to recover, but he preferred to rest a bit. He had only been a vampire for less than two years, he had yet to develop the reflex of gorging himself on blood to recover.
He had seen the disappointment in Alucard's eyes as he left, and he felt oddly happy that the vampire had seemed to acknowledge him as a worthy opponent. He had not been scolded by the Major, surprisingly, who had merely grinned and congratulated him on his performance while the Doctor had hugged him for having gone toe to toe with the No-Life King himself and survived, it meant he was that close to perfecting the process of creation of artificial vampires.
So tired that he was, he didn't notice Rip lunging at him and crushing him into a hug as she showered his face with kisses.
"Danke, danke, danke, danke...Mein Held, danke, Vielen Dank!"
He could feel tears on her cheeks, either from happiness that she was still alive after facing Alucard, or because he had come back alive, he didn't know, and he didn't quite care. From what he had seen of her fight with the vampire, she had been terrified out of her wits, so he guessed that crying was a natural reaction to being alive after she had expected to be eaten alive.
So tired that he was, he missed Rip taking a step back and feverishly taking off his blood-covered clothes, her hands roaming his body as if to make sure he was there, with her, alive (sort of), and well. What he did not miss was when she began to take off her clothes, her cheeks flushed.
Stopping her as he held her wrists, he looked at her confusedly. After all, while it would hardly be the first time he saw her naked, she was never this enthusiastic about taking off her clothes, since she had always been rather shy about her body. So to see her taking off her clothes as if she couldn't get naked fast enough was a first for him, and his tired brain was trying to comprehend just what was happening. Moments ago he had been fighting for his life, and while the adrenaline was starting to wear off, his brain was still trying to catch up with what had happened.
"Rip?" he asked, his voice croaking due to the dryness of his throat after fighting in the middle of a fire. "What are you doing?"
His answer was to have the artificial vampire pushing him on his bed, straddling him as she shoved her tongue in his mouth, her hands holding his own as she moaned. Finally, after several minutes of intense kissing, she broke the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths as her deep blue eyes peered into his mismatched ones.
"Zhank you, Harry. Zhank you so much for saving me...I want to zank you properly for vhat you did..."
There was a look in her eyes that he couldn't quite replace, but his instincts were telling him that if he tried to refuse her, not only would he hurt her deeply, but he would also be spitting on her honor as a Werewolf. They were a very close-knitted group, and though most wouldn't shed a tear for the others if they came to die, that didn't mean they wouldn't go to great lengths to protect their comrades if they could.
Still, it didn't sit well with him. While he enjoyed having sex, like any hormonal male did, he was very tired, and he didn't want to have sex just for the heck of it. At the moment, having sex with Rip felt like he was somehow using her gratitude. While most of the time he didn't care much, as he had already raped many women without caring about their consent at all, Rip was the closest thing he had to family, and he didn't want to use his family.
"Rip..." he whispered, their enhanced hearing allowing the both of them to hear his words perfectly, "Are you sure? I don't want to use you after you just survived facing Alucard..."
He was silenced when the Werewolf put a finger on his lips, smiling gently, something he had scarcely seen. He had seen her grin, smirk, smile sadistically or happily, but this kind of smile was a first.
"Shhh...I vant zhis, Harry. You have no idea how much I vant zhis."
The following gesture made him widen his eyes comically, as she leant over him, brushing her long raven hair away to allow him access to her neck.
"Rip..."he nearly choked, " Are you really offering me what I think you are?"
Her small, shy nod was all the confirmation he needed, though the implications of her actions made his head spin. She was allowing him to drink her blood. His vampiric instincts recognized the gesture for what it was, a show of complete submission, as well as an incredibly intimate action. Vampires only ever let their own thralls drink their blood, and even then it was only once, to allow them to grow from mere thralls to true vampires. To have a vampire offer to let you drink their blood outside of these circumstances meant that they basically offered everything to you, from the last drop of their blood to their very soul.
While Alucard had an extremely large reservoir of souls to rely on, he highly doubted the No-Life King had even had a single vampire offer to let them drink their blood, that was how intimate the gesture was.
"Do it..."she whispered.
Hesitantly, be brought his lips close to her neck, and licked her skin, making the ravenette moan. This was the last straw for him, as his fangs grew and he bit down on the offered neck with a growl, Rip's arms snaking around his shoulders to hold her upright.
He greedily gulped down the rich, crimson blood flowing through her veins, memories flashing through his eyes, memories of a young girl growing up in Germany between the two World Wars, memories of a girl who loved to sing, who spent countless hours working her voice until she surpassed many professional opera singers. Then other memories came, memories of the rise of a charismatic leader, a man who preached the superiority of the Germans over the other races, a man who gave her back the pride of being German, despite her country having lost the first World War. He saw her learn her sharpshooting skills, her glee as she joined the SS, the thought that she would contribute to make a better world.
Then came the defeat, the crushing defeat at the hands of a fourteen-years old Walter C. Dornez, slaughtering her comrades, helped by a grinning young girl. The humiliation of having to flee to South America and hide like criminals, when all she had ever wanted was to make a better world, even if the methods Millennium used were barbaric at best. Years of living hidden, of honing her skills, with little fun to have, save for the occasional elimination of local criminal groups.
His arrival, a seven-years old child with beautiful mismatched eyes, whom she immediately took a liking to. Years of watching him grow, from an unnaturally thin boy to a thin, but toned teen, with powers that left her in awe. His offer to help her better her skills, improve her musket. The way he took care of her weapon, her closest companion for more than seven decades. The first time they had sex together, her first time, even if she didn't tell him so, opting to say that the last time she had slept with a man was when she was still human to avoid the awkwardness. The growing feelings for him, despite the fact she knew he would likely not be able to return them, having no notion of what love even was. Her pride at seeing how powerful and confident he had become, the bitterness of not being able to tell him her feelings, by fear that the Major would use her feelings against her, and the fear of being rejected. Her giddiness as she helped him deal with the ones responsible for placing him with abusive relatives, and her anger at the idea that said relatives still lived in peace. Then the evil glee at the idea that she would make them pay during the attack on London, thanks to him, who had made her a way to retreat should she ever be faced with Alucard. Her terror at the sight of the grinning, crimson clad figure who had come to kill her, to separate her from him. His appearance as he stood between the No-Life King and her, and his admittance that he had come to save her because he had wanted to. The elation at the thought that her feelings might not be only one-sided, just before she disappeared. Her panic as she realized that he was still facing Alucard, as she rushed to the command room, only to witness him fighting on par with Millennium's most powerful foe, just before he came back. Her determination to give herself to him, body, mind, and soul, both to thank him for what he had done for her and because she selfishly wanted to stay with him forever.
He broke the connection as he stopped drinking, using his magic to speed up the already fast regeneration as he looked at Rip with wide eyes, the female vampire looking at him with clear adoration in her eyes.
"You...love...me?" he asked, his throat suddenly dry despite the copious amount of blood he had gotten from her.
A chuckle answered him as Rip finally took off her unbuttoned shirt, leaving her clad in only her pants and a grey sports' bra. She then gently grabbed his chin, and proceeded to give him the most loving kiss he had ever gotten. She obviously knew she didn't need to confirm anything, her blood had given him every information he needed to know what she truly felt for him, but the concept that someone actually loved him was so alien to him that he had trouble comprehending it. Liking, that he could understand, as he liked Schrödinger as a friend, and most of the Werewolves as well, but the idea of love was not something he had ever thought of.
Rip had apparently sensed his confusion, as she pushed him on the bed gently, whispering:
"Zhis time, it's my turn to do somezing for you, Harry..."
The next two hours were a blur to him, a blur filled with moans of ecstasy, sweaty bodies moving against each other, and sweet pleasure, different from what he usually felt from the times he had had sex with Rip.
-Break-
"Rip?" he asked, enjoying the feeling of peace following his release.
"Mmmm?" blearily asked the vampire, snuggled up to him, her legs intertwined with his own, and her hands on his chest.
"Thank you."
He didn't even need supernatural powers to know that she was grinning broadly. They may be monsters, but now they had each other, and they would kill anyone trying to take that from them.
-Break-
Harry and Rip stood, watching as London burnt, the screams of the dying echoing with the sound of gunfire and the moans of the Ghouls that had already begun to get back up, forming groups of undead figures zeroing on the closest survivors to devour them. The night air was thick with the smell of fire and burnt flesh, while the fires illuminated the night with a flickering, orange light, giving everything a surreal air.
Zorin had already left to lead the assault on Hellsing Manor, the muscled woman grinning with anticipation at the idea of finally being able to get back at the Organization for Millennium's defeat at the end of World War II. Harry knew in his heart that the odds of her managing to indeed kill all those present were about even, as Seras Victoria was present. While so far he had been unimpressed with her performance, she was still Alucard's fledgling, and if Zorin played with her before killing her, it was very possible that she would finally shed her last shred of humanity, making her an incredibly dangerous foe.
The other members of Millennium, save for a few, were down in the streets, slaughtering every Brit they could find and drinking their blood. The only ones left were the Deus Ex Machina's crew, as well as the Major and the Doctor. Schrödinger was nowhere to be seen, though he guessed that he was currently spying to make sure the Major's plans went on without a hitch, while the Captain had vanished, his mission to fetch Walter and bring him to the Doctor so that he could finally officially join Millennium.
As for Rip and him, the Major had told them that they were free to do whatever they wanted, since Rip had accomplished her mission by luring Alucard on the Carrier, and he himself would be of no use to the Major's plans now. The main objective of the plan was to have the No-Life King absorb the blood and lifeforce of all those that had died, with Schrödinger adding his own blood to the mix. Since it would mean that he would then get the cat-boy's powers but that he wouldn't be able to control them, he would fade from existence, or at least that was the theory. So now there was no need for him to stay around anymore, or Rip for that matter. They had already fetched their possessions, Harry checking on with the Doctor to make sure that the man had already packed everything he would need to take once Millennium went down, and had helped him until only the tools necessary to make Walter an artificial vampire were left.
Gazing at the burning inferno that London had become, Harry then turned towards Rip.
"Ready to kill some pigs?"
Her grin was wide, and evil.
Hope you liked.
For those who might complain about the pairing, I will say this:
1-Rip is the most likely to be interested in Harry, as she is at heart a carefree woman (save for when she goes into Psycho mode), and someone whom I could seriously see interested in a relationship. At first, she did treat Harry like a little brother, but I hardly see why her feelings couldn't change as Harry grows.
2-Harry is someone who doesn't have the slightest clue about what the signs of someone interested in him would be. He doesn't even know what love is, as he was never shown any as he grew up, and his life makes it quite hard for him to even understand the feeling. He was treated like shit by the people who should have loved him, and Millennium wasn't exactly an organization preaching love and peace. So don't expect him to declare his undying love for Rip. He cares for her a great deal, true, but he doesn't love her.
