Sorry for the lack of updates. Here ya go.
The sight was gruesome. Two Nosferatu, bloodied, with each others' blades piercing their hearts.
Integra, Seras, and three armed soldiers came out of the Humvee.
Integra watched as Alucard rose up from the mix of sand and blood. "Oh good, you're alive." she murmured unceremoniously.
"No I'm not, I'm dead." He chuckled.
"Just get back to the bloody camp!"
Alucard bowed, and began walking into the darkness. "Bloody vampires." Integra muttered.
She turned and saw the rest of the company simply standing around, waiting for orders. She was about to address them, when she heard two bouts of laughter fly into the night air, startling everybody.
The laughter came from Alucard, and Wolf, who it seemed were at that perfect balance of sanity and insanity, yet that laughter proved that one very much outweighed the other, and was becoming increasingly dominant.
We'll finish this another day...Saxon.
Indeed...Vlad. The fight is far from over.
Six months later
An incredibly rare, and incredibly thick fog covered the desert landscape. Trenches had been dug out, reinforced, and abandoned in battles either won or lost by the two warring 'factions.'
It was early morning, the date was not really known, for no one really cared, and those who did lost count early into the six months this private war had been secretly waging. Neither side dragged the war into the public, because, they required no backing from the people of the world. They cared only to destroy their enemy. Not to humiliate them.
Dust, ashes, blood, and bullets lined the trenches of a former Millennium power-base. A battle had been raging for three days, and finally, an hour-long standstill was broken, when Hellsing brought up the brand new Abrams A-4 tank dubbed Harker V, and crushed through the enemy infantry like a spade through soil at the hands of Commander Joseph Kanla, ordinance extraordinaire.
The fight was, for the most part, over. Millennium had pushed Hellsing back with its own Panzer column. Yet, a shadowed figure sprinted through the fog, jumping over trenches, dodging corpses without breaking stride. The small stronghold of Millennium was abundant with laughter and shouts from the partying Vampiric soldiers inside. Their "Victory" was being celebrated loudly by all, except one soldier. He was not a Vampire, but a Werewolf.
He sat on the roof of the concrete building that was erected to hide troops not a month ago. Kohl Günsche. An exact replica of his father Hans. He was staring into the trenches, thinking about how foolish it was for the stupid idiots inside to be so decadent, taking such pride in such a minor victory, when the figure moving across the trench field unaware that it was being watched.
Kohl removed the large rifle from his back, and scoped out the figure dashing towards him. A Vampire woman in a dark red uniform with a large rifle strapped to her back. She was running faster than he'd seen any other Vampire run. Or any Werewolf at that. Then he saw it. As her arm moved, he saw the Hellsing insignia on her chest.
Almost as if it were a reflex, he fired two shots directly aimed at her head and heart.
Seras was running along the trenches, getting ready to radio in, and order in the infantry, when a flash of light caught her eye. She realized what it was only a fraction of a second too late.
The silver bullet ripped through her shoulder, narrowly missing her heart.
"AH! Damn it!" She swore. The bullet was an explosive round meant to penetrate skin and flesh, then rip apart what wasn't in the direct path.
The second bullet hit the ground right next to her. She grabbed the radio off of her belt, and barked in.
"Now! GO!" She looked up to where the shots came from, and saw the tip of the barrel of a rifle retract with its wielder.
As the armoured troops sprang out of the trenches Seras got up, and ran to a crater where a man in a black coat was standing facing the other way. "Wolf!" She shouted
He turned to face her, and smiled when he saw her wound. "Christ Seras, what happened to your shoulder?"
"Sniper. He must have just gotten up there, because he wasn't in any of the satellite photos Joseph showed me."
It was a strange sight to see, two people carrying on a conversation while soldiers rushed past them, weapons drawn.
"Hold still." He said.
His hand turned into a shadow, and weaved its way into the wound, and extracted the bullet. Seras flinched a bit as the bullet came out. "Damn, that smarts."
They both began running toward the stronghold as they continued talking. The soldiers pace looked like crawling slugs compared to their remarkable pace.
"I know. Try getting a sixty millimeter, silver, blessed shell to come out of your skull in the middle of training your troops." He laughed as their pace quickened.
"Hey! I said I was sorry!"
"I know, I'm just messing with you."
Within thirty seconds, they were at the gate of the stronghold. The soldiers used an RPG to clear the steel gates in time for the Vampires to get in, and storm the court yard.
The gates came down, and Wolf, and Seras burst through, completely surprising the FREAK soldiers within, who were either drunk on blood, or alcohol, and couldn't fire a weapon to save their un-lives. Literally.
Kohl walked briskly down the concrete, unlit hallway. He knew the stupid, fake Vampires would screw up major eventually. And the Vampires employed by Hellsing weren't helping either. They had caught his division with it's pants down, and the head wasn't happy.
He walked into th courtyard to see his men being ripped to pieces as a result of drinking so much. He caught sight of the woman, she was healed, and had her rifle firing round after round into the soldiers, while her own troops filed in, and added to the fight.
He was about to blow her head off with a straight shot from his KAR98K bolt-action, when his attention was ripped from her, and drawn to the man in black, wielding his own comrades' type of weaponry. Twin MG42s. Then he smelled it. The smell of his father's murderer.
Kohl ripped the half-empty cartridge out of his gun, slammed in a full one, and slung the rifle onto his back. He bore his wolf claws, and charged.