Freak of Nature

Written by: Atikkin

Standing on his feet, the Paladin tears his weapons out of his breast. His eyes stare at the vampiress who sauntering back and forth before him as if waiting for something. After pulling the final blade, he almost falls to his knees. Quarts of his blood continue to join the puddle beside his feet.

"Why…?" he says. "Why do you not attack me?"

"Why not…?" Seras asks.

He rushes after her, sending his fist to knock her face. She simply ducks and elbows him into his chest, sending him onto the stage with a loud crash. Bits of wood penetrate into his back from the impact.

Struggling to get up, a foot stomps onto his chest. The Paladin stares up into the eyes of his enemy. Never has he seen such a beautiful radiance from them as they are now, for they conjure him to remain still. He could hear the sound of children, begging him to rise and never give in. However, a cold hand grasps his neck, gripping tightly as she raises him off the floor.

"For a man of God," she says, glancing up at him with a fiendish glare. "You are a fool."

Preparing to end the battle, the sudden click of metal slamming against metal catches the vampiress' attention. Tossing the holy man out of her grasp, the bullet penetrates his whole shoulder. The priest screams aloud before landing onto a row of seats.

"That was a dirty trick, police girl," Alucard says, walking down the steps. He cannot help but grin as he finds the Paladin a mess. The regenerator rolls his eyes as he tries to regain his strength. "And she is right. For a man of God, you are a fool."

"Shut your-hole, Hellsing-- dog!"

"My ears my burning," the vampire seethes.

"If you have come here to chat, I will take my leave," Seras says, coldly.

Alucard chuckles loudly as her words. Vanishing from the stairwell to the stage, he aims the Jackal in front of her. The joy of the hunt diminishes from his eyes as he glances at her.

Her burgundy orbs penetrate into his eyes, shining brightly as the voices flow between them.

"No," she begs.

Stumbling onto her feet, she makes her way towards the door. However, she fails for the Master vampire pulls her into his grasp.

Alucard frowns.

"Is that what you have come here for?"

"My reason for being here does not concern you," Seras says.

"Is that so?"

"Indeed," she hisses. "Though now your services are needed."

The elder vampire raises a brow, unable to find the meaning before the woman's words. He prepares the pull the trigger when the outcry of the forgotten priest rings his ears. From the corner of his eye, he finds the psychotic mortal tossing several of his blessed blades at his target.

Remaining still does the lady vampire glance at the blades, and as if ghosts have gasped them, do they float in the air before stabbing at the other target. Alucard's eyes expand he flies to the far wall with knives piercing into his flesh.

The priest drops his jaw as he stares at his great rival and then at his target. He cannot help but hold his breath as she stares at him with her face inches from his.

"Thank you," she mutters.

Remaining still after a long moment, the priest would soon realize the black tendril piercing into his belly. Screaming at the top of his lungs, the slithering shadow tossing him towards the top row of seats where he crashes with a loud 'thud.'

The shadow rapidly returns to the owner, having her crack the knuckles of her left hand as it begins to regenerate. Turning her attention to her former master, she approaches him.

Alucard glares at her with an insane expression; one she has seen before.

"You're angry," she says.

"Aren't we observant?" Alucard snaps.

"It does not matter how much rage overfills you. Remember, my maker, that I did not start this battle," she says with a small pause. "But you have, ten year ago."

The master vampire gives a look of confusion. He pulls the trigger, only to miss. The police girl knocks the gun out of his hand with a simple slap. The vampire growls angrily as she grasps one knife and drives it further into his gut, earning a painful cry from him. She suddenly grasps his hands and holds them tightly.

Alucard's eyes expand slightly, for he feels the rune burning immensely. The great pain courses throughout his body, causing him to convulse from the electric shocks. While feeling his fiber of his being gradually quiver in pain, he feels the police girl's cold lips upon his.

Her action confuses him greatly when the kiss grows into a passionate one. Pulling back, he prepares the bite her lips off when he feels something odd. Grunting, he feels an intense feeling of displacement overwhelm him as he gives in to the vampiress' will. He almost chokes when he feels a part of his being torn from him.

Grasping both sides of his face, she presses her lips harder against his. The veins on his face become visible as she kisses him hard. A loud cry almost escapes from him as she finally releases his mouth. Alucard pants heavily as the feeling in his chest ceases to torment him. Raising his eyes, he finds her staring down at him. Licking her lips, she turns away.

"Police girl…!" Alucard calls out, angrily.

Stopping in the middle of the stage, she turns around slightly to face him. He tears free from the heavenly weapons of the Vatican. Feeling his wounds healing, he stands upright.

"What is it? Did you want me to express my gratitude? I would be happy to, if I only did not despise you-"

"Silence…!" Alucard says. "Answer me now. What game you playing at?"

"This is no game," she state. "You should know what is going on. Why are you being naïve?"

"I am not the one who decides to come here ready to die."

"Just as you come here in this very theater, may I remind you?"

"I am far beyond death as we speak," He says, mildly. "Unlike you, who can simply die from anything-"

"On the contrary," the woman says. "If you had not heard from the Americans, I am no different from the great Impaler."

The elder vampire frowns at her as she offers him an equal stare.

"Now that I have what I need, you are no longer an issue; you and every organization seeking me out in hopes to destroy me once and for all."

"And what is that? Your exposure..?"

Her eyes gradually drop from their angry expression and shift into a more surprised one. For a long while she keeps that face, causing Alucard to smirk a bit.

'It seems I have hit a raw nerve,' he thought.

"So," she mutters in shock. "You haven't figured it out after the pass two days that I have been here?"

"Pray tell, figured what out? Stop speaking in riddles…"

"Murdering bastard…" she screams. Her outburst sets flames from all around. Alucard ducks as he sees a wave of embers before him. Raising his head, he finds the whole stage preparing to collapse. Turning back the vampiress, he finds her gone.

"No use staying here," he says. With a mental thought, the Jackal returns to his possession. In that moment, he vanishes before the ceiling falls upon him.

Next Chapter: The Past Unfolds