Hi there all! Once again, I am back. Last week I updated my two YGO-verse fanfics (Through Another's Eyes and Remembrance), so this week I'm updating Heir to Hellsing. This month's thank yous go out to Major Simi for her adding this to her Story Alerts. Sadly there were no reviews for last chapter, but I'm still updating! I'm not THAT cruel!

As always, I hope you all enjoy!


Chapter 6

Werewolf

"Another student?" Nathan asked in chemistry the next day. "That's the third one this year!"

The student in question was paired with Lin, and Nathan was working with the German student—Wolfgang Brönnen—whom had joined the class closer to the beginning of the year.

"Hm?" Wolfgang asked. He was busy mixing the solutions.

"The new kid." Nathan said distractedly. "What was his name again? Tagami?"

"Taguchi Yamato," Wolfgang corrected. "Your point?"

"Nothing, it's just more…active this year with the foreign exchange students." Nate replied.

"Says the guy who got himself hit in the head vith a dodge ball," Wolfgang muttered. "Are you done massing the sodium hydroxide?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Here…" Nathan handed the other teen the base, still distracted.

Wolfgang looked at Nate. "Vat's wrong?"

"I'm fine," Nathan said, scribbling something random on his paper. Wolfgang shrugged and went back to the lab work.

000

"I've been doing all the research I can, but I still keep coming up blank!" Nathan said that day at lunch. "I know there's something substantial in my dad's old databases, but I can't get into them! He never told me the password!"

"Calm down, will you?" Lin asked through his sandwich. "You're the one who's always yelping about how he should keep his family business a secret…"

"Can it." Nathan said. "I don't need any comments from the peanut gallery.

"But still, it's frustrating!" he continued. "I met up with Kaminala in Algebra today, but she said she hasn't found anything either…"

"Hey guys." Kaminala said as Lin was about to answer. "I take it you've met the new guy."

"Met? No. He's in my chemistry class." Nate replied.

"Well, consider this your first time." The new guy flopped down beside the tree the small group was gathering around. "Taguchi Yamato."

"Nate Harrison." Nathan said, shaking the hand. "Uh, I take it you know Kaminala?"

Taguchi started on the cold egg rolls in his lunch. "Her dad was stationed in Japan a few years ago." He said as Kaminala sat down. "She went to my junior high school before her dad got relocated again."

"Which is why my mom wants him to freaking retire." Kaminala said as she started on her lunch. "We keep on getting sent from country to country." She bit into the apple. "But then again, we haven't really managed to stay in one place for more than two or three years."

"Which is why she left Japan in the first place." Taguchi said. "By the way, I already know about what you're inheriting."

"Uh, what did you say?" Nate said, his fork stopped a few inches from his mouth. "I'm not inheriting anything—"

"Yeah, and I'm Oda Nobunaga." Taguchi retorted. "You gotta remember—I'm friends with Kaminala."

"You told him?" Lin yelped. "You've gotta be kidding!"

"And I'm not a taddle-tale, bub." Taguchi said, looking at Lin. "I know about Kaminala's little secret as well."

Nathan looked at Kaminala. "What secret?" He asked.

"You don't want to know," Kaminala said. "Trust me."

"That's what you told me before I found out." Taguchi said. "You didn't seem all that shy about it after that."

"Can it." Kaminala said. Nathan and Lin looked at her.

"Okay, what's up?" Lin asked. "What've you been hiding?"

Kaminala glared at him. "I'll tell you guys at a better time. Now, it'll just be a burden." She said, and got up and walked away.

Nathan turned to Taguchi. "What's up? What do you know about Kaminala that she won't tell us?"

Taguchi looked at Nate over the top of his soda can. "That I can't tell you," he said. "It's more complicated than you'd like to know, and I agree with her—it's probably best that you're not told until later."

000

"So zat's Britain's military headquarters," the commander said. "Doesn't look wery vell protected."

"Don't get cocky," his companion said. "Remember, they have dealt with Millennium before. They have learned from that experience."

"Zey're humans!" the commander retorted. "Zey are foolish little insects! Ve haff defeated zem before, und ve vill defeat zem again!"

The companion didn't say anything. He had been part of the strike against London in the 21st century, and he had watched as the Hellsing Organization—led by Integra Windgates Fairbrook Hellsing—defeated their forces. He had also stood by as the humans once again showed their insufferable (though part of him admired the trait) resilience, and rebuilt themselves from the destruction.

However, Hellsing's trump card, Alucard, had disappeared. To this day, the legendary vampire was nowhere to be found. There were rumors that he was dead, but the former Royal Navy captain didn't believe it. He knew that Alucard was still out there, letting the Millennium operatives—especially the younger ones—fall into a false sense of security.

The captain didn't share the confidence of his young companion.

"Remember what the Colonel said," the captain said. "Don't get reckless—wait until we get back information on their defenses."

"I know ze routine!" The excitable commander replied. "Just because you haff been vith our Füher longer—"

"I was with the last attack on London!" the captain replied hotly. "I watched as our forces were decimated by Hellsing! We thought we were finally going to win, and then Hellsing Organization destroyed us! Yes, they lost their trump card in the process, but we were still beaten! To make matters worse, our greatest Füher, Herr Major, was killed!"

"He vas veak!" the commander said. "It vas gut zat someone killed him!"

The captain didn't reply to this retort. In truth, he doubted the Colonel's ability to lead. About the only thing the man—if he could be called a man—was good for little more than Ghoul food.

But it seemed like their little spy was right.

The report finally came in. the defenses of the Royal Military Headquarters was expectedly low. It wasn't as weak as they had hoped but they could still strike a critical blow to the human defenses.

"You remember the orders." The captain told the commander. "I'll come in the front and divert most of their attack, then you come in from the back for the major attack. As humans, they are slow and have to wait for directions. We will take them out easily with our Ghouls."

The commander smiled maliciously. "Of course! How could I forget?" he said. "Ze blood is vat I live for!"

The commander took his forces with him to the point to stage his attack.

"Well, time for some action, boys," The captain said, adjusting his coat. "Let's have some fun."

000

"Sir," the young lieutenant at the security controls said. "We've got some intruders coming through the main gate."

"Impossible!" The CO, a lieutenant colonel said. "What are the details on the intruders?"

"Uh, they aren't registering as human, Sir." the lieutenant said. "In fact, they're not even registering as alive!"

"What?" the lieutenant colonel said. He strode over to the lieutenant's console and peered over his shoulder. The lieutenant was right. "Bring them up onscreen. I want to see what we're dealing with."

The lieutenant fiddled with the controls at his console, bringing up an image on the holographic screen. "You said the readings indicated them as dead," the lieutenant colonel said.

"They did, Sir." The lieutenant replied. "Or at least he's supposed to be."

"Well, he's not." The superior officer said. "Wait, what's this now…?"

More readings had popped up on the console, and the number kept growing. "Sir, those are life-forms as well, but they're registering as dead also," the lieutenant said. "Seems like the same…well, I don't know how to say it, Sir."

"Species?" The lieutenant colonel suggested.

"Sort of, but not really," the lieutenant was saying as he searched the database. "More like…oh, uh-oh."

"What are they?" The CO askled. Uh-oh was never good, especially when dealing with a security risk.

"The extra readings are Ghouls, Sir." The lieutenant said. He looked up at his superior. "Sir, it looks like they're readying for an attack."

"Which can only mean that man is…" the lieutenant colonel's words trailed off as the man looked into the security camera and smiled.

He had fangs.

Without a word, the man gave the camera the middle finger and shot it out, ending the video feed.

"A vampire," the CO whispered in disbelief. They were supposed to have been killed, with the exception of the one employed by the Hellsing Organization—Seras Victoria. Of course, there were the rumors about her predicessor…

"Sir!" the captain at the communications control station said. "They're breaking down our defenses!"

"Red Alert! Make sure you let the general know about this!" the lieutenant colonel looked to the captian. "How long until they break through?"

"Not long, Sir." The captain said. "At this rate, they'll be through in ten minuets."

"Mobilize the defense force." The lieutenant colonel ordered. "And let Hellsing know that we've got a Ghoul problem."

000

Nathan ran down the hall to his room to get his .22 Glock revolver. He had his cell phone in one hand, and a wireless communications headset in the other. It was a miracle that they were letting him enter the combat, much to his mother's dismay.

"I'm not kidding about this, Lin!" Nate was saying as he fumbled with the lock. "It's definitely Ghouls—I know the signs."

"Whatever," Lin said from the other end. "You sure you're not going to get your ass killed?"

"I won't!" Nathan said as he grabbed his gun and ammo and ran back out the door. "Trust me."

"I'm not too sure if I should. What in hell possessed you to do this!" Lin replied. "I have to get to a band rehersal for the show next weekend. Please come back alive. I don't wanna have to find a new drummer!"

"No prob," Nathan said, "All I gotta do is survive getting pumped full of bullets and a bunch of Ghouls trying to eat my brains. Not to mention that there's a pretty high possiblity of my head getting chopped off. See ya at school!" And he hung up.

Right as Nathan reached the boarding area for the troops, Tresson stopped him. "Sir Nathan, a moment please."

"What is it?" Nathan asked. He had already strapped on his helmet. This disguise had better work!

Tresson handed Nathan a sword in a crimson sheath, belt attached, with the Hellsing family seal. Nathan took the weapon in his hands carefully. "What is it?" He asked.

"It is the Hellsing family sword. Every head of the Hellsing Organization—and the family, of course—has owned and been knighted with it." Tresson replied. "Now, Sir Nathan, it is yours."

Nate stared at the sheathed blade in wonder. "I-I'm not even of age yet." He said. "I don't even know how to use a sword!"

"It matters not." Tresson said. "You are the only one right now who can wield it. There is a type of ward on the sword itself that prevents anyone other than the family from using it without the owners permission. This is why I can touch it, and Charles cannot."

Nathan carefully belted the sword around his waist and drew the blade. There was Latin writing on it, though he didn't have the time to read it. "Thank you," he said as he clumsily returned the sword to its sheath. "I'll make sure it—"

Tresson cut him off "Not time!" He said. "Get on the transport, now. We must prove that you are capable of taking control of the Organization as soon as possible."

"Wait, how do you know all this?" Nathan asked as he rushed into the chaos.

"No time. I'll explain later, when you're back from the conflict." Tresson replied. "Now go!"

Nathan nodded, then ran into the organized chaos.

And prayed that he would come back alive.

In a matter of minutes they had arrived at the combat site. Nathan's face was covered in a cold sweat; this was the first time he had ever gone into real combat. Up until this moment, it had all been simulated. He didn't listen to the last-minute briefing—he was too busy wondering whether he'd survive or not.

Once they had stopped, the charged into the combat zone. Nathan nearly froze in fear; there were corpses everywhere—mutilated, blood-drained, dismembered, disemboweled, decapitated, turned into mincemeat by bullets, incinerated, and all number of things. Blood was everywhere. Leaning against a bloody wall, Nathan barfed. What the hell have I gotten myself into? He thought.

Then there were the Ghouls.

They were everywhere. The men who had already been killed were becoming the Ghouls' lunch. Just the sight of it began to bring up Nathan's last meal. Again.

"Don't panic," Seras said through the headset. "You're going to see a lot worse than this."

Nathan swallowed to suppress the urge to heave. "Easy for you to say!" He retorted. "You've been doing this for 500 years!"

"Just stay calm, Nate." Seras replied. "It won't take as much time as you think to adjust to the blood and guts. Trust me, I went through it." She cut the connection, leaving Nate on his own.

Nathan heard movement behind him. He spun around, scanning his surroundings with the M-16-style rifle at the ready. Nothing. The only thing the teen could hear was his own breath.

He heard it again, closer. Pivoting around, he caught a glimpse of what was behind him: a Ghoul. Nathan unloaded into the thing, bringing it down with about half the magazine. He stared down at the dead creature, then lifted his head in horror.

There were more.

Nathan screamed, firing the rifle, trying his best to aim for the head. He had to reload after taking down only one Ghoul.

Fumbling with the magazine, he dove behind what he assumed had been a pylon. As he was clumsily reloading the weapon, the Ghouls were firing. Their aim was shit, but several blows landed on Nathan's right arm.

Biting his bottom lip from the pain, Nathan shot out from behind the pylon, shooting at the Ghouls' heads. This time he managed to take out three.

Even after the fifth magazine, Nathan had managed to get rid of only fifteen of the Ghouls. He hadn't even dented their numbers; they kept coming. His lower lip was bleeding from biting it for so long. Bad for him, he was starting to get exhausted, and he didn't think all the blood getting on him was his.

He felt cold, rancid breath on the back of his neck. Without thinking, he grabbed his revolver from his belt and started shooting the Ghoul in the head. Its blood sprayed across his face shield and chest.

Then his shoulder erupted in sudden pain. He staggered forward, tripping over the dead Ghoul. Nathan pushed himself over and scuttled backward until he hit the wall, which he used to help himself up. The Ghoul that attacked him had long claw-like blades strapped to its wrists and hands.

Nathan shot at it, his last three bullets hitting the Ghoul in non-vital areas. The only weapon he had left was the sword.

He drew it, and held it out in front of himself awkwardly.

Needless to say, Nate had no idea what he was doing.

Just as the Ghoul lunged at him, Nathan squinted his eyes shut and positioned the sword across his body in what he hoped was a defensive stance. Then he heard a loud, angry growl come out of nowhere. Tentatively, he cracked open one eye.

A beautiful red wolf had taken out the Ghoul in one shot, having crushed its head. The wolf stood facing the rest of the Ghouls for an instant, then attacked them with unreal speed. Nathan watched open-mouthed as the wolf made short work of the remaining monsters.

When the wolf finished, it turned to Nathan and started towards him slowly. On instinct, Nate backed up—or at least tried to. The wall was in the way.

Nathan's breathing had become ragged, and his heart was pounding. After what the animal had done to the Ghouls, he didn't even want to think about what it could do to him.

Then, right before his eyes, the wolf pushed itself up onto its hind legs and morphed into a human. One he recognized.

"K-Kaminala?" Nathan asked. "What—" his voice cracked. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Kaminala folded her arms in front of her. The black T-shirt and jeans she was wearing were ripped and torn, her arms were bloody and her orange-hued hair was matted with blood. "What does it look like?" She snapped. "I'm saving your sorry ass!"

"B-b-b-but, you're a-…you're a—" Nathan began, but he didn't get a chance to finish before Kaminala cut him off.

"Nate, look out!" She shouted, pointing off to his right with wide eyes. Nathan turned to face whatever was there, but he wasn't fast enough to block the oncoming attack.

A bright red flash of energy weapon fire connected with the side of his head. Sharp pain erupted as it hit, and Nathan felt warm blood pouring down his face. Vaguely, he heard Kaminala shouting something in another language.

He was unconscious before he hit the ground.