Final Enemy - Part I

London was ablaze. The sky bled blood red and the towns were buried beneath rubble and raging flames which, like hungry serpents coiled around the decimated structures and devoured everything within sight.

Seras stared at the onslaught, her eyes wide. She may have encouraged Alucard but this was insanity! Her master had done more than just slay their enemies; he had slain just about every soul within a ten kilometre radius. The entire city was in ruins and those who had not yet fallen would soon join the innumerable dead in this accursed place. Alucard had unleashed Hell upon the city.

The triumphant demon sat perched atop a crumpled bus shelter, his long legs hanging over the side and his head tilted skyward. He was smiling that sinister yet seductive smile he always wore when something had just died. A deep brooding sigh escaped him and the beast turned to his companion, his gaze burning into her.

"Police Girl..." His voice took on that same baritone that made everything he said like a menacing lullaby, delightful and disastrous all the same.

Seras glanced over to him and their eyes met. She felt compelled to keep her eyes on him, afraid to look away, unable to look away.

"Police Girl...I did well, didn't I?" he asked ever so softly.

She wasn't sure whether to laugh or not. Was he serious? Did he really not know? Well he did act like a child; there was enough evidence in the past few months to prove that. Alucard may look and sound like an adult but in essence he was still but a child, sheltered from the real world for so long that he knew nothing of the present.

But he had done well so far. Maybe there had been a few too many casualties throughout his experiences in the outside world, but she couldn't help but feel proud of her Master. That little display of uncertainty...That indecisive inquiry just then...

It was proof he had learned. Proof that he understood the line between right and wrong...And that was the most important thing of all.

Seras approached her master who was still awaiting her response. She climbed up on top of the bus shelter and sat down beside him, placing a pale little hand on his shoulder.

"Yes, Master Alucard...You did well."

Together they watched the blaze as it settled down into the night. Silence consumed the once bustling city and for once there was nothing but the sigh of the wind through the dilapidated streets. There were no loud honking horns and rumbling engines. There were no arguing cockney cocks on the footpaths, no annoying children, no blaring music, not even the barking of dogs. Birds did not chirp in the trees, now reduced to charred timber skeletons.

All over London, there was nothing...

That night Seras stood in the kitchen, wrestling with a frying pan in her attempt to make steak cakes for her master. Sure it sounded simple but steak cakes are hard to make. They bleed a lot as well so Seras had to wear a butcher's apron as she prepared the No-Life-King's favourite meal. When she finally had the contents in a pan she left them to cook while she went off to go get changed out of her bloodied clothes. She had not changed out of her clothes yet and so she was still drenched from head to toe in crusted blood and chunks of dried up guts. It reminded her of beef jerky but she decided not to take a taste test. She may have drunk blood but she wasn't yet up to the level of digging her face in a corpses entrails and swallowing intestines whole as if they were sausage links.

It's better to leave that to the expert...

The young Police Girl made her way up-stairs and unbuttoned her uniform top (She has a limited wardrobe.) The blood had soaked through into her skin and the filthy top peeled away from her pale shoulders and slid down her slender body to the floor leaving pink trails down her chest. Even her bra was splattered in blood.

Seras groaned and ran a hand through her hair, catching bits of flesh under her nails and between her fingers. She closed her eyes and wandered across the hall to the bathroom. The shower sputtered for a moment before a steady stream flowed out. Meanwhile Seras tore free of her gore-encrusted clothes and stepped under the stream. The scalding hot water forced a low moan out her and she closed her eyes as she drowned herself in the burning spray.

The purifying liquid coursed down her ample curves all the while Seras rubbed soap across the coagulated blood all over her body. She couldn't help but blush as she scrubbed certain areas on herself clean (And I bet you couldn't either!)

Meanwhile, downstairs away from the sudden and unneccessary fan-service, Alucard sat at the dinner table a knife in one hand and a fork in the other. He even wore a little napkin with a cartoony vampire on it. He hadn't moved from the spot since he got home and chances were he would not move until he got his fix. (Yes steak cakes are that good!)

In fact Alucard was so affixed by the entrancing and hypnotic powers of his favourite meal that he didn't even acknowledge the pitiful squeal of the doorbell, nor the thunderous pounding of fists against the front door after the former failed to elicit a reaction. He even ignored the shouting that followed and then accompanied the knocking.

"Alucard! Alucard open the damn door! I know you're there I can see you through the window!" Hey! Alucard!"

This went on for a few minutes until Seras came bounding down the stairs with nothing but a towel around her and honestly it didn't hide much. She practically ran into the door and as she bounced back off of it somehow grabbed the handle and twisted it so that it would open as she was flung backwards into the living room. (Remember kids: Momentum is a powerful thing.)

The visitor grumbled an indecipherable curse under her breath as she stepped inside and wandered over to the couch. She sat down and lit up a cigar before she even said 'hello' (For the record she didn't say hello at all...How rude!)

"Miss Victoria, please put some clothes on. I've seen enough corpses today and honestly the last thing I need to see is your axe-wound."

Seras sat up straight and cocked her head, "Axe-wound? When did I get hit with a-"

A pin dropped.

Seras' face went bright red and steam billowed out of her ears. She let out a girly squeal and ran back up-stairs, sobbing and screaming.

Integra waited for Alucard to join her but he still had not moved from his spot at the dinner table, in fact he hadn't even blinked or breathed or...Was he dead?

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Oh yeah, he's a vampire...I feel stupid now...

Anyway Integra approached him and smiled weakly. "You've caused quite a scene haven't you Alucard? You've brought London back to the dark ages now. They are still trying to count the casualties."

"Sir Integra...I did well, didn't I?" he asked again in that indecisive tone.

Integra just stared at him, the cigar in her mouth dropping to the floor with a serpentine hiss. When she felt the still burning cigar eroding her shoe she snapped out of the trance and stomped it out. She rolled her eyes and resettled her gaze upon the demonic vampire warlord.

"Alucard...I don't know how to say this but..." She trailed off, trying to find the right words. Alucard's expression grew ashen, grave. Disappointment dug its claws in as Integra finished her sentence, "You have saved us!"

For a moment there was silence.

"What?"

Integra ruffled her vampire pet's hair and smiled, "Thanks to your stunt the government has decided to reinstate the Hellsing Organisation!"

"Really?" Seras appeared again dressed in her uniform (I told you she had a limited wardrobe!)

"Indeed." Integra produced a new cigar and took a long drag on it before explaining further. "Alucard's attack on London proved the vampire threat was real and that protective measures should have been in place to prevent the disaster. As the only known people able to control Alucard we have been hired to once again employ these protective measures."

"But what of the 'unlawful acts' the Queen was concerned about?" Seras asked.

Integra chuckled to herself and grinned, "Miss Victoria, the Queen is dead! Who gives a flying fuck what she said!"

Seras was taken aback by Integra's sudden mood swing but there was a sense of relief as well, for it seemed all of the terrible incomprehensible actions Alucard had committed were all just stepping stones on the way to reuniting the Hellsing Organisation.

"So, Alucard, Miss Victoria. I will be blunt. I came here to ask you this: Will you join me once again in our glorious fight against the undead creatures that stalk the night?"

Alucard looked like a little boy on Christmas morning. His eyes were glistening like shining stars and he was clapping excitedly as not only was the Hellsing family contract laid down before him, but also a plate of fresh steak cakes.

Alucard spread his hands out and gazed up at the sky (Well technically the roof, but whatever just shut up and read!) and roared,

"I'm winning!"

Alucard and Seras both signed their new contracts in blood and Integra made to leave, but Alucard stopped her. "Sir Integra, I would be most honoured to return to your service, but before I do I must conquer one last foe. I ask you, before the chains of servitude are laid down upon me, grant me my final wish and allow me to defeat this enemy!"

Integra shifted her spectacles on her face and sighed, "Well Alucard, I am now indebted to you as much as you are to me and my family. I would be glad to grant you your wish. I shall allow you to destroy your last opponent before I tame the beast. Good luck Alucard."

And with that, Integra made her leave.

Alucard enjoyed his steak cakes, stocking up on energy for his final glorious battle. A battle with a foe unlike any other, a grand bloodbath to rival even the decimation of London. This would be his final taste of innocent blood and he would savour it, relish in it, enjoy it to the last second.

Alucard packed his trusted Jackal inside his coat and made to leave, hesitating as he reached the door. He hovered on his feet for a moment and called out over his shoulder, "Police Girl."

"Yes Master?"

"Thank you, the steak cakes were delicious."

Seras smiled and waved goodbye, "Good luck Alucard."

The No-Life-King's shoulders heaved and the great vampire chuckled, his trademark sadistic, maniacal chuckle. That deep laughter that rose in volume until it was like the booming voice of Satan himself. Alucard disappeared in a cloud of bats and crows and ravens and even after he left his evil laughter still echoed across the ruins of London.

You have waited long enough! The final battle, the final enemy on Alucard's list! Are you salivating too? I hope not, or you might have rabies, but anyway please review. Give me that extra kick to make this story an unforgettable bloodbath! Prepare yourself for the final battle!