Disclaimer: This is a fan written work based on the works of J.K. Rowling. It might possibly also have some elements of a number of other works, like the anime Hellsing. There is no money being made from this, it is merely a work meant for the entertainment of myself and the masses. This is merely for fun, and no profit. I repeat: I am not making any money out of writing this.
Warning: OCs OOCs Sues, and some crack. You have been warned.
Note 1: AU.
Note 2: Harry's normal expression is that of deadpan, in case you've forgotten.
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chapter fourteen
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While Harry dealt with armies of darkness along with the officers of present Hell, the London operatives had to deal with wave upon wave of demons and monsters almost everyday. Such stress had caused Charity at one point to go into labor, which caused her kid to be a premature baby, one that had been exposed to a whole lot of magic and demonic energy, not that she minded, and the baby was healthier for it. But the birth had caused Tristan to go into overprotective father mode for most of the battles.
Such a state of mind had caught the attention of two of present hell's generals, both of whom had decided to attack at the same time, as well as lose at the same time as Tristan showed them and their armies just why he and his should not be messed with.
News of the demons targetting his child had caused him to go all psychotic on their demonic asses. Tristan had simply cut off the heads of Invidia lieutenant of the serpentine Leviathan that Tristan dived into the channel which separated the island from mainland Europe, armed only with a silver spork.
There was nothing left of the Jormungand in length and size demonic general when Tristan was through with him. If there was one human who demons and humans alike believed would be sent to hell when he died, it was Tristan after that. But it was an incident which had caused a few of the demons under the command of Mammon to be able to infiltrate The Complex. When that bit of news reached Tristan's ears, he went further into a rage. His usually calm and collected way of going about assassinations and other missions, operations, and jobs, flew out the window as soon as he heard that the demons had almost made their way into his boss' office where his wife and child could be found.
The Zabini Trio were the ones that had caught up to the demons, and had ruthlessly torn them to pieces, with their bare hands, on the other side of the door, they had found out Charity was feeding her baby, while holding onto the trigger mechanism of a number of automatic gatling guns, there were seventy of them around the room pointed at all possible entryways including the ventilation system. Apparently she was that paranoid, all bullets were made out of blessed silver, crates of which had been sent to the organization from the Vatican to help in their war. The Zabini connections in the Holy See were apparently that high up in the heirarchy of their militant organization.
After the near success breach of the office, which served as a command center for the organization, the Trio went viciously interrogated one of the remaining demons they had decided to capture instead of outright kill. Its screams could be heard echoing all over London, after one hour the demon had cracked, and the Trio had gotten all the inforamtion they needed for their target.
Avaritia didn't know what hit him as he was ambushed just as he was leaving the shadow of a building a block away from The Complex. Dino held the demon with a vice-like grip, while Alfonso filled its bloodstream with more tranquelizers than a herd of elephants would be able to deal with and survive. With the demonic lieutenant unable to move, Mario sliced and diced it with a blessed silver knife, and left its remains on the altar of the nearest church.
The Demon General known as Mammon was not destroyed by Tristan, for by the time Tristan arrived at the coordinates of the demon, he was met with the sight of a banker that had been butchered and filled with silver bullets, crawling out of the banker's gut was what looked to be a demon, a dead one.
"Sorry about ruining your fun Tristan," Alucard said as a way of greeting, "But the bastard nearly got to my niece."
"S'okay," Tristan said, reigning in his anger, "Wanna come by The Complex? I'm sure Charity'd want to see you, as would lil Alexander."
"I can't believe you named your kid Alexander," Alucard said as he followed his nephew-in-law.
"At least I didn't ask for him to be named Anderson," Tristan said, "Right?"
"I'd have killed you where you stood had you named your kid that name," Alucard said then mumbled, "Alexander Anderson Cruor...really, absurd."
"Well don't kill the guy if you see him," Tristan said, "He's on loan from the Vatican, he's also my grand-uncle."
"What a tangled web we weave," Alucard said, "I'll try."
"Great," Tristan said, then asked, "Do you know how many more of the bastards'll be attacking?"
"About four or five more," Alucard said, "Your boss really picked a nice guy to have a war with."
"I know," Tristan said, "But when we win, my boss will be the boss of more monsters than you can count or have killed or created."
"Including myself as well," Alucard chuckled, "Perhaps he will free me from the Hellsings.."
"We're actually working on that as we speak," Tristan shared, "Some of our R&D guys are getting close."
"Close? How?"
"The Trio managed to steal a copy of the seals from the Hellsing archives," Tristan admitted, "Those Zabinis can get anything so long as they want it bad enough, or if they're ordered to get it by our master."
"I heard you managed to best Leviathan with a spork, is that true?"
"Yep, though I'll probably feel the pain from the fight once we reach The Complex," Tristan said, as he had suffered a lot of wounds in his battle with the demonic general.
As they reached the street, most of the buildings and land had been purchased by PI, where The Complex was situated, Alucard got his first glance at how the place had been turned into a fortress from a regular street with buildings on both sides. It was more fortified than Fort Knox, and there were armed and uniformed men everywhere, some of which waved at their commander as he passed by and below them.
"Get back to work!" Tristan shouted out, "We don't want to be caught unawares!"
"Yes sir!" they all replied and went back to keeping watch.
"Your organization has more men than the whole of Hellsing," Alucard noticed.
"I know, I've compared your numbers with ours," Tristan said.
"You also seem to have more inforamiton than MI5," Alucard stated.
"Nah, we just update information when needed," Tristan said, "But I can tell you that we've got sleepers in all levels of government."
"Interesting," Alucard said, "May I share this information with Sir Integra?"
"Go ahead," Tristan said, "Its not like you'll be able to track them down."
"Good point," the vampire king said, then asked, "Where is Anderson?"
"Probably being studied by our doctors in the Hospital Wing," Tristan replied as he approached an intercom terminal, "Tristan Cruor here, Hospital Wing do you read me?"
"Bzzt...Hospital Wing here, what can we do for you Commander Cruor?" one of the Hospital Wing staff answered.
"Is Fr Anderson there?" Tristan asked on behalf of his companion.
"He just left, he said he would be at the cafeteria if anyone needed him, sir."
"Alright, thanks, prep a bed for me," Tristan said, "I'll need to be treated."
"A team will be waiting for you to finally show up, sir, they've been waiting ever since word reached us about what happened in the channel, sir."
"I'm on my way, Cruor out," Tristan said, and turned to face his vampire companion, "Cafeteria, just follow the arrows."
"Thanks," Alucard said and he walked away from Tristan, while Tristan walked in the other direction.
While Tristan was being treated and sedated at the Hospital Wing or HW for short, Alucard found himself face to face with his most hated enemy, Alexander Anderson.
"Don't go starting a fight in here uncle, little Alex might not like it," Charity said in warning.
"Of course M'dear," Alucard said, "By the way, what is the child's fullname?"
"Alexander Vladimir Cruor," Charity said in reply, "Why do you ask?"
"Tristan was just telling me about the child's chosen name," Alucard explained, "Vladimir?"
"Well you are Vlad are you not?" Charity said.
"I am..in a roundabout way," Alucard said, "Thank you."
"There now, see Alexander, Alucard doesn't mind," Charity said.
"Fine," Anderson said, "I agree that it a powerful name."
"Named after the most powerful of arch-nemesis," Alucard said, "Quite powerful indeed."
"I bet he'll one day be kicking your collective asses," Charity said smiling.
"I don't doubt that," Anderson said.
"Why is that?" Alucard asked.
"The Child is part demon, due to all the hellish energies and magics floating about The Complex as of late," Anderson explained, "It cannot be helped, and it isn't like the Vatican would dare threaten the Potter Organization."
"Why is that?" Alucard asked, confused.
"His Holiness is an honorary member," Anderson explained, "As am I, though how that came about I'll never know."
"Tristan made it so, his whole family is on the roster of reserve members," Charity informed the two men, "Uncle, there's blood to be had in the kitchen, just ask the staff for some."
"It isn't pig's blood is it," the vampire said.
"Just ask the staff, there are several varieties," Charity said.
"How do you know that?" Alucard wondered aloud.
"Yes, how do you know that?" Anderson asked.
"I'm head of legal operations," Charity explained, "It is my job to know such things."
"Oh," the two men said at the same time, their voices in sync with one another.
"Jinx," Alucard said childishly as he leapt away from Anderson's reach to get some blood.
"Are you seriously going to keep quiet until he says your name?" Charity asked her grand-uncle-in-law.
"..." Anderson nodded his head, his male pride was on the line for some reason.
"Alexander Anderson, stop acting so childish," Alucard said as he got back, a tray in one hand and a packet of blood in the other. The tray sported a number of goodies.
"Don't tell me you actually paid for all that," Charity said.
"I won't, but in case you're wondering, I have an allowance as well as a huge bank account, several in fact," Alucard said, "I keep some cash on hand just in case such an emergency arises."
"Why'd you get human food?" Anderson asked the vampire.
"You looked like you needed something to munch on while not being able to try and kill me," Alucard said.
"Thank you," Anderson said gratefully, "This doesn't make us friends."
"Of course it doesn't, but even if it did, I wouldn't hold back in our next confrontation," Alucard promised.
"You better not hold back, lest I remove the 'un' in 'undead'."