Chapter 8

Thomas was sitting in the Hellsing Mansion in his Father's study as he was going over case files about the explosion that killed him. The police had confirmed that his father was shot with a silenced pistol but the car exploded after he was killed. Was it a means to destroy evidence?

Tom leaned in closer to the files until the office phone rang, Thomas reached over picking up the phone, "Hello?"

"Yes is this Gregory Penwood?"

Thomas gripped his chair, "No, this is Thomas Penwood. Who is this?"

The woman on the other end didn't answer, "What happened to him?"

"He was assassinated...now who is this?"

The girl sighed, "I'm Margret Walker of the US, I was hoping to arrange a meeting if this was fine with you. You are the Hellsing head right?"

"Huh? How do you know about Hellsing?"

"I can't say more over the phone, let's say we have common interests between you, me, and the Vatican."

"Like what?"

"The Nazis, we'll meet at the VersaillesMuseum OK? This Friday at 3:00 Pm alright?"

"Now hold on one min-" the other end just hung up leaving Penwood holding the phone with no answers.

Down in the lower estate Marcus was sitting in his room with some bandages all over his hands staring at them like they were loaded guns. Suddenly a knock came and he scooted as far as he could from the door. Seras came in with a bowl and bucket of ice with a blood pack in it. She entered with a courageous smile.

"Hey...how are you doing?"

Marcus didn't respond as he just stared at her, Seras's courageous smile turned to a sigh of frustration as she sat the bowl in front of him and sat down on the other bed in the room, "You need to eat you'll get weaker if you don't."

Marcus spat at her, "How do I know I'm not human already and you just put your blood in there for me to drink?"

Seras looked down, "I guess I can't prove it to you...so instead of locking you in some room waiting for you to drink I'll just tell you what's going on."

Seras pointed to her neck revealing two bite marks on her right side, "When I was alive I was a police officer, a girl hoping to follow in her father's footsteps and take from crime what crime took from me. But one night I was deployed in a Town called Cheddar, the Priest had turned into a vampire and turned any and all of my fellow officers into ghouls."

"Ghouls?"

"The result of a human bitten by a vampire who isn't a virgin. You were lucky, considering your looks I figured you'd been laid by now."

Marcus looked extremely annoyed, "Hey! I gotten close a few times!"

Seras continued, "I was the last one left, my squad had turned and the Priest was on me, molesting me and threatening to rape me and then turn me into a ghoul. Then my Master came."

"Master?"

"My Master Alucard, he was a giant looming figure who hunted down his own kind. After destroying the priest's ghoul army the priest had his claws to my throat, begging for a deal. Alucard asked me if I was a virgin, when I said yes he shot a bullet through me and killed the priest."

Marcus looked shocked, "He shot you?!"

"He needed to kill the priest, I was scared then but when I look back on it and if I said no Alucard might have let him get away to rape some other girl. I'm glad he did what he did," Seras looked back at Marcus, "Then he asked me if I wanted to live. Instead of shooting me and walking away he asked my if I wanted to live. When I accepted he drank my blood making me his only apprentice."

Marcus laughed, "You make it sound like he was tough."

Seras stared at him, her red eyes glowing with a sort of ferocity, "He IS tough, he sleeps underneath the entire mansion until a worthy opponent challenges him. Until then I'm Hellsing's trashwoman."

Marcus shrugged, "So what does this have to do with me?"

"Well two things...first you need to drink. When I was a vampire I was strong, strong enough to rip twenty mens' heads off. But when I challenged another vampire she destroyed me, stabbed me in the back, cut out my eyes, and" she pointed to her mist like arm which moved with the wind like the wing of a bat, "cut off my arm. I was doomed, until I drank the blood of my lover Pip Bernadotte."

"Who's that?"

"'Who's that?' he says."

Soon right between Seras and Marcus a body began to form into reality Marcus was shocked as suddenly a man stood before him, he wore a giant hat with a long ponytail hanging from the back of his head, he wore one eye patch over one eye and he was covered in mercenary clothes, a green jacket, ammo bandoliers, and even some guns handing on him.

"I thought the reputation of the Wild Geese would have been remembered by Hellsing more often."

Marcus found it incredible hard to find words, "Who is that?"

The man yelled at him, "SHE JUST FUCKING TOLD YOU!"

Seras grabbed his shoulder, "Pip! Don't yell!" she turned to Marcus, "Sorry about that, Marcus this is Pip Bernadotte, my boyfriend."

Marcus nodded, "Alright...but how did he just get...like right in front of us?"

Pip removed a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, "You see, ma cherie has a special ability to leave a shadow where ever she goes. It covers a 20 mile span, and in that span I can appear whenever I want to. I suppose you can call me the watch dog."

Seras gave him a kiss on the cheek, "And an adorable watch dog you make."

Marcus spoke up, "Ok...but what was the second thing?"

Seras pointed to Marcus's bandaged hands, "You know that thing that happened yesterday? Well you're not the only one who could do that."

Marcus was surprised, "Who else can?"

"When I just turned into a vampire Hellsing had a butler who had that exact ability."

"Who?"

"The old Butler, Walter C Dollneaz."

"Wait...so this ability...with the wires came from my great grandfather?"

Seras nodded, "We did a DNA run to see if you were related and you are most definitely the same bloodline. I don't know how Walter had kids though, I assumed he was a virgin."

Pip smirked, "Maybe he had his fun as a kid. You know before he turned into a vampire."

"Hold on. My great grandfather was a vampire?"

Pip nodded, "Aye, betrayed us all is what he did. Stabbed us in the back, he did. Died a hundred years ago."

Marcus looked from Seras and looked at his bandages hands, "What does this have to do with my power? Why do I have it?"

"Integra told me that Walter was engineered from birth in the early 1930s, they wanted to engineer the first human that was able to kill vampires without the use of guns, crosses, stakes, the usual vampire hunting tool kit. They then introduced the idea of combining DNA that allowed spiders to secret their own webbing into humans."

"So I'm fucking Spiderman?"

"No, your body can generate it's own version of webbing but it'll be a thing razor wire that can move just like any muscle in your body."

Marcus looked at his bandaged hands one more time and thought of those wires he secreted.

"Personally I think we should ditch you," Pip began, "but Seras tells me she wants to train you"

"Why?"

Seras smiled, "It'd be nice to have you on the team. We need to train you anyway. That's why we're going to be doing some target practice outside right now."

"Wait you're letting me out?"

Seras nodded, "Make a run for it and i'll break your legs."

Marcus gulped and nodded as Seras opened the door into the big red hallway.

"Follow me."

Meanwhile at the Iscariot Home Base in Ireland

Jacob was walking though a metal hallway underneath the earth with two other bishops.

"How thick is the hull?" Jacob asked.

"four times thicker that that of a tank your grace."

"How about it's combat systems?"

"The most effective user interface system possible, paid from generous donations."

"The guns what are they like?"

"The grenade launchers fire a large wave of long range grenades which can explode even the fastest of military aircraft. The machine guns have armor piercing ammunition which can shred through tanks like paper."

"Does it have a name?"

Soon they all walked through an open doorway into a giant holding loft. In the middle was a giant aircraft carrier with four ginormous propeller blades on each side, it had a big glass window on the frond of the ship with a giant bulky exterior similar to a turtle with a opening rectangle at the bottom for cargo.

"The ship mates have taken to calling her, "The Judgment."

Jacob grinned gripping the hand railing in front of him overlooking the ship.

"Of course that would be its name. What else would it be if it wasn't going to be used by Iscariot to deliver Divine Punishment?" Jacob turned to a nearby worked who was operating a crane to move cargo boxes on to The Judgment, "Have they looked in the boxes?"

"No...why?"

"Nothing, we'll need what I have to beat Alucard."

Back at Hellsing Mansion

It was a cool night outside the Hellsing Manor, Marcus stood with Seras in the back yard as she used her mist like arm to set up some long distance targets far away.

"Ok...just be calm alright?" Seras said as she turned her vampire arm into a normal one before taking off the bandages on Marcus's hand. To his surprise the hand was completely healed, no scars at all.

"What? How is this possible?"

"You're a vampire, you're healing is going to be top notch anyway. But if you don't drink blood it won't always be perfect. I learned that the hard way."

She then removed from her back pocket a pair of fingerless gloves. "Here you go, these belonged to him."

"Why do you want me to wear them?"

"I think Walter used these to concentrate on where his wires came out."

Marcus looked at them skeptically and slide them on.

"Alright...i don't know how he did this but, try to concentrate on one wire."

Marcus closes his eyes and imagined a wire coming out of his thumb and he felt a tiny pricking pain and opened to see a shiny blue wire coming out.

"Ah!" Marcus cried out staggering backwards.

"Calm down! Just focus!"

Marcus's breathing calmed down till the wire appeared to move under his will.

"Now...cut the pot in half," Seras pointed to the target she set up.

Marcus squinted, "It's pretty far."

"Don't try to look at it exactly...just imagine a third eye in your head."

"Third eye?"

"Yes...imagine you can see beyond your own form."

Marcus closed his eyes inhaling and exhaling before wiping the wire at the pot shattering it diagonally.

"Whoa!"

"Cool huh?" Seras smiled, "Walter did better but you can do better...now cut the other pot in half...don't try to-"

Suddenly the PA system rang out.

"ALL AVABLE HELLSING TROOPS MOBILIZE! VAMPIRE ATTACK IS UNDERWAY!"

Seras punched Marcus's shoulder, "Well, you'll get better target practice like this."

Marcus shook wondering what she meant but none the less followed her.

"Get on my back."

"Huh?"

"Get on my back."

Marcus was slightly confused but he did as she told him and surprisingly she supported his weight and then her mist like arm folded past him forming two giant wings and Seras took off into the skies flying to the target location, Marcus screaming the whole way.

In a Remote location in London.

A woman was sitting by her hotel window chewing on her pen looking out before her hotel door opened.

"I'm here what is it?"

She turned and threw the pen at him, "There's been a vampire attack you lazy ass!"

"Vampire attack? Is it the Nazis?"

"I think It might be,"

She turned back towards the window, the figure behind her in the darkness asked, "What should I do Master?"

"Kill them all, every last vampire there. Interrogate a few first but leave no survivors."

The figure chuckled, "Right away my Master."

As he backed out the door he seemed to disappear into the shadows, the woman still stared out the window looking up into the night sky.

Meanwhile at the abandoned construction site.

A whole horde of ghouls and vampires were walking around the permeter with boxes moving them into helicopters. One by one they all seemed to disappear into the sky just before thunder broke out.

Christopher stood out on the open top floor which was unfinished smoking a cigarette breathing it's smoke into the city air.

"Christopher?" he turned.

"What is it?"

"What does the Major need with all this steel?"

Christopher took another puff of his cigarette, "It's not our place to know. We just do as he says understand?"

The vampire looked slightly nervous, "Christopher...I'm just curious...is the Major all right? Since he's come back we've only seen him on the monitors, the other Nazis from a hundred years ago claim he made all his speeches in person."

Christopher breathed out more nicotine, "We don't need to question the Major's motivations, the power he's given you should be enough compensation for your loyalty," Christopher walked up to the subordinate, and lowered his glasses. The soldier whimpered seeing some sort of evil in his green eyes that implied a deathly threat, "Now get-"

He suddenly stopped turning his face towards the night sky and he grinned.

"Hellsing ist on the move...EVERYONE!" he yelled and they all turned towards him, "Any steel that was not collected must be left here. We'll have to go to the drop off zone while we still can. Seras Victoria is on the way.

"But Captain." the soldier stammered, "Couldn't you fight her? You are the strongest in the army."

Christopher grinned crushing his cigarette in hand letting the heat sizzle into his flesh, "I'd love to...but I have bigger enemies to fight," he walked into the helicopter side door, "Like Alucard..."

The helicopters spun to life and lifted into the air leaving the worker vampires in the construction site, the rain had just begun to fall in and drizzle. Thunder sounded and lightning illuminated the night sky.

As the lightning shinned with the normal blue a red bolt hit the ground in front of the construction sight, it turned out to be Seras with Marcus on her back.

"You can let go now we landed."

Marcus almost didn't let go until she kicked him off.

Marcus hit the ground suddenly aware of the rain, "Well...it lest we'll be inside."

"Hold on," Seras said holding her hand in front of him, "We're here because of vampires...If they are here I need to know you'll be safe."

Marcus smirked and replied cockily, "Safe? Did you see what I did to that pot?! I'll be perfectly fine."

Seras turned, "Then pull out more than one wire."

Marcus was confused, "Pull out more than one wire. Place your hands together and pull some wires out."

"Uh...how do I...'pull' them out?"

Seras sighed, "Concentrate on one hand, now place your other hand with it and spread it apart till you have wires."

Marcus inhaled and exhaled doing as she said and as he separated he saw seven thing light blue strands of wires coming out of his hand.

"Whoa!"

Seras smiled as she reached into her vampirc like arm and pulled out two giant machine guns, each reading, "HARKONNEN 2 VLADIMIR"

Marcus gasped at the sheer size of the guns and each had an ammo trail leading into her arm.

"Let's go!"

She then charged at the door kicking it in, inside there were vampire workers holding assault rifles aiming at the door, but as she got in she immediately fired at the vampires in front of her. The bullets were so big each shot along could make a vampire a cripple. She was shredding the entire house with the bullets flying everywhere. The vampires began to run from her causing her to run after them.

As Marcus made it inside some vampires popped out from hiding and attacked. Two bullets hit him in his sides and he grunted swinging his silver blue wires at them. In fact it was so quick the vampires didn't notice they had their heads cut off. The continued to shoot for a bit until their heads fell off.

Marcus gasped in awe and groaned as the bullet wounds hurt him greatly. Then two more popped out from hiding from the stair well doorway and with all wires he cut the four vampires into seven pieces each.

Then As Marcus turned to see Seras walking down a hallway firing her guns a single vampire had a shotgun and was sneaking up on her. As he readied his gun he cried out as Marcus' wires were suddenly visible wrapped around his arm and they severed it clean off. Well...not clean really.

The vampire cried out and Seras without looking twirled around and with a single kick knocked the vampire's head off. A giant gush of blood sprayed from his neck like a water fountain and his body fell to the ground, his head had bounced off the walls and on the floor slightly before stopping in front of Marcus's feet. His scared expression frozen on his face and Marcus shuddered.

Soon the gunfire stopped and Marcus saw Seras standing in an unfinished hallway, but the rest of it was drenched in blood.

"Jesus," Marcus said as he walked up behind her, Seras had let her guns go with the harnesses on her shoulders to keep them from falling on the ground.

"Do you know what this is?"

Seras turned, her mist like arm was holding a strange gun, Marcus didn't recognize it.

"...No."

She chucked it at Marcus and he caught it in time, "That is an IM-P40, it was a popular gun for the Nazi's to use, realistically it was a piece of shit with the range. But it's been modified."

She held her hand open prompting for Marcus to throw it back and he did so, "Now, only one organization would do that."

There was suddenly a scream and they both turned to see a vampire running away dropping his guns.

"Wait!" Seras cried and Marcus threw his wires at him, all of them missing. Seras began to run at the vampire until a gunshot went off, the bullet whizzed past Seras's face and had her reaction time been off she would've been killed. The bullet went through the vampire's throat and his heat flew off and landed at Seras's feet.

She grabbed her guns and aimed them at a figure standing at the end of the hallway. He was a tall man wearing a dirty beige trench-coat, he had black wild overgrown hair which hung in front of his face in bangs, his face was obscured in darkness but the only thing visible was his black ray-band sunglasses which shinned in the hallway with the little light there was. He had two hands both of them wearing black fingerless gloves. In his right hand was a giant silver revolver which was so freakishly big it was bigger than the Jackal.

His free hand reached into his jacket pocket to remove a cigarette and he put it in his mouth. He then reached for his lighter, raising it to his face and flicking it on Seras and Marcus could see his mouth and teeth had blood all over it. The light flicked off and he breathed out a small puff of smoke.

"Are you vampires?"

Seras grunted aiming her guns at the man, "Save those bullets they won't work on me."

Seras growled, "I've taken down Zeppelins, planes, jets, missiles, and even tanks with these bullets."

The man breathed out smoke, "Go ahead and try," he then sheathed his magnum, and moved his hands to cover his face.

Seras grinned, "Those overs didn't even make a dent in my ammo count...but I'll be happy knowing I used it on you."

She then pulled the trigger, the bullets whizzing down the hallway plunging themselves into the man, the bullets that didn't hit hit the floorboards causing a sort of dust to form.

After a while Marcus noticed that this had been going on for more than just a few seconds, it had been going on for at least six minutes. Suddenly Seras's guns clicked empty, the bullets on the ground at her feet. She was grinning seeing the damage she had created, "So you couldn't take them huh?"

But then Marcus and Seras heard an unmistakable sound, the sound of wood moving, the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Footsteps.

Seras stared at the man as he stepped out of the crater Seras had made, in fact he looked relatively fine with the exception his coat was slightly torn up, whatever it was made up it was made to withstand a lot of damage.

As he stepped in the light he removed his cigarette to puff out smoke, Seras soon saw now that he was closer he wasn't a man at all.

He was a boy, an eighteen year old boy. He was tall but the features on his face confirmed this.

"Told you those bullets wouldn't work on me."

Seras kept on grinning but internally questions ran through her mind about him. But as he took another step two wisps of her arm touched the guns dissolving them into her arm and another wisp reached over to her normal arm. She then reached in and pulled out another gun: a pistol. It was big and had a silver sheen to it, on the side it read, "Hellsing Arm 454. Casull Auto."

Her vampiric arm crossed around her and and she place the barrel of the gun on her arm's side as a a firing board, the barrel pointed at the boy. The boy then reached in his jacket pocket withdrawing the magnum, he did the same as her putting his arm in front of him and resting the butt of the gun on it ti steady his aim.

They were both ready to pull the trigger, both ready to end the other's life.