Mob Massacre

9:23 P.M. Hellsing Manor

"WE WANT JAYDEN! YES WE DO! KILL THE DRAGON! YES YOU MUST!" The protestors chanted this over and over again as they stood on the lawn of Hellsing Manor.

"This is unreal" said one of the Wild Geese.

"Tell me about it" said another. "I've never seen---ahhh!" he said as a broken bottle flew past his head and shattered on the patio. "Damn it! Now they're throwing stuff!"

In his room, Pip was getting dressed for battle. He slipped on a bullet proof vest and pulled out several guns and began to load them. Ammunition boxes were scattered all over the floor and bed. The TV was still on, blaring news about the riot at Hellsing Manor. "The crowds have now broken through the gates! Our helicopter news crew has footage of them gathering on the grounds. They are currently throwing glass, stones, and other things at the guards outside who are trying to get the crowds to disperse!"

"Yep, zat's us" Pip muttered.

"Wait!" said the voice on TV. "They're doing something now! They seem to have begun throwing Molotov Cocktails and---" there was a thud! and the soldiers sleeping complex shook. Pip saw an orange tongue of fire leap up from in front of the main manor.

"Merde!" Pip swore. He began to get ready faster, hoping that he didn't forget anything important in his haste. "For the love of all zat's…zhis is crazy!" he growled to himself. "Grrr…but they did pay us and all…good enough!" then one of the windows on the ground floor of the place where the Wild Geese slept and lived shattered and he heard angry voices. Then he heard something he really didn't want to hear. The fast rattle of small arms fire. There were screams of pain and anger and another explosion sounded from Hellsing Manor. This one sounded worse than the other one and much louder. He wondered what was going on out there…and whether it would involve him or not. Because he had a sinking suspicion that he was going to have his hands full this time.

Hellsing Manor, 9:32 P.M.

Seras flew down the dungeon stairs, taking the wet, slimy steps four at a time. "Protect Jayden, protect Jayden" she chanted to herself over and over. She reached the hallway and took off running down it. She ran toward Jayden's door. When she arrived, her hand hesitated at the doorknob. What if the Dragon was waiting this time? This time it would have her flesh…Seras shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. Her eyes flashed red and she pulled as hard as she could. The stainless steel door was ripped off its hinges and flew behind the young fledgling. She ran into the room, expecting to defend herself against the worst. She was surprised.

Jayden Dennis was sitting on her bed in the same clothes that Seras had left her in crying. Her self-inflicted wounds were bandaged and she was bouncing back and fourth, listening to an iPod (it had been in her pocket when they took her from her house) and singing along to an Uffie song.

"Jayden!" Seras yelled at her. Jayden looked at Seras and turned the iPod off.

"What is it this time?" she asked. "I'm trying to get myself calmed down. Can't I at least listen to a little music? If I have to be imprisoned here, away from my parents and friends, can't I---"

"Shut your trap, you spoiled little bitch!" Seras snarled. "There's an angry mob on the manor grounds and they want to rip you to pieces! I'm supposed to be protecting you, so get up and get moving!" Seras didn't know why she was so angry. Some of it was the stress of the moment, another part was the anger she felt at Jayden for all the children that she and her spiritual master had killed. Jayden got to her bare feet and quickly put on shoes.

"A mob?" Jayden asked. "Where are they?" the answer came with another loud explosion that sounded much closer---like inside the manor itself.

Seras listened closely. Then she gritted her teeth. "They're inside" she said. "And they're upstairs. "We can't go back up there."

"Then what'll we do?" Jayden asked. "You said you're supposed to protect me, and yet you don't know how to get out of this?"

"Shut it!" Seras snapped. "I know what to do. We're going to stop in my room for a minute and get some weapons. Then we'll use the air-vents to reach the council room where the Roundtable Knights usually meet. That's what we did when the Valentine Brothers attacked, and these guys are no Valentine Brothers. It'll be simple. Walter and Master will scare them off. It'll be over quick, you'll see!" Seras smiled and motioned for Jayden to follow.

The mob slammed the doors of the Hellsing Manor open. The Wild Geese who were on the front steps lay dead, trampled and beaten to death, their limbs twisted and broken. The group that charged into the front hall was made up of men, women and children. There were about thirty of them. The rest of the mob was still outside attacking the other sides of the manor.

"Alright you Hellsing bastards!" screamed a balding, gray haired man who looked like a high school principal. "Where are you hiding the Dragon?"

"Spread out and find them" muttered a boy in a school uniform. "We'll kill it and anyone with it!" the group of thirty spread out through the front hall and toward the staircase that led up to the upper levels.

"Cold" said a middle aged man in a jogging suit. He shivered. Then the others began to shiver as well. Soon they could see their breath.

"Must like to keep it chilly in here" said one of the customers from Café Latancer.

"Get out of this house" said a voice from the stairs. They all looked up to see a man in a long red coat and fedora hat walking down toward them. His eyes glowed red. He cracked his knuckles as he descended toward the crowd. "Get away from this place."

The man in the jogging suit pulled a Desert Eagle out of his pocket. "Get out of the way, wanker!" he snarled. "Or you'll get so many holes, you'll put Swiss Cheese to shame!"

"I said leave this place and you may live" the man said and now stood on the last step.

"You get out!" the jogging suit man said and fired.

If anyone had been left alive, no one would have believed them anyway. The red coated man launched himself off the landing. He did not fall, merely floated, his long coat spreading out like wings behind him. "You think…that you can kill a monster?" he asked mockingly. His voice echoed above them. "What kills a monster is always a man…and you are nothing more than pawns." He descended among the ground and lashed out with his hand. The jogging suit man's head was torn off and hurled through a widow. "One" the man said.

"Ahhhhhhh!" screamed the boy with the school uniform. He tired to run, but the red coated man grabbed his neck and bit into it, the force half severing his head. As they watched in horror he gulped down the blood that spurted out. He then threw the body into the group. "Two." He smiled at them, revealing a mouth crammed with needle sharp teeth that glinted red with blood. He ran forward and swung his arm, cutting several people in half.

"Ahhhh!"

"No, please Nooooooo!"

"Guhhhh!"

Alucard charged them, biting some apart, cutting others to ribbons with his bare hands. He grabbed two fleeing women and broke their heads together. He showed no mercy, paid no attention to screams for God to deliver. They had invaded the territory of a No Life King, and they would pay the price.

Screams echoed from front hall as Walter stood in Integra's office. He began to dial her cell number, hoping, praying that one more time he could reach her.

Near Hellsing Manor 9:34 P.M.

Integra walked alongside Father Anderson and Heinkel. She said nothing and they said nothing to her. They were all silent and thinking their own private thoughts. Integra kept one hand in her pocket on the Glock. What are they really planning? she wondered. What is Maxwell really planning? Her thoughts were interrupted by a ringing from her cell phone. "Hello?" she asked.

"Lady Integra, thank God!" Walter said. Integra felt her stomach sink at his tone. It was not the usual calm Walter who always answered the phone. It was a fearful man, who realizes he is alone to fight a terrible battle.

"What is going on?" Integra asked. She suddenly wondered whether or not Alucard had gotten loose or not. Then she dismissed the idea. No, if that horror had happened, then those at Hellsing Manor would already be dead.

"We have terrible trouble, my lady" Walter said. "During your absence, a mob has leveled the gates and is now on the manor grounds, and within the manor itself!"

"A mob?" Integra asked. "How did this happen?" she demanded. "What is going on there?"

"I'm not truly sure myself" Walter said, "But the mob knows about Jayden and wishes her dead. They have come here with the hope of lynching her and perhaps all who live in Hellsing Manor."

Integra suddenly thought of how she had been waylaid by the Gray Men and what was happening now. She smiled grimly. "Oh, how brilliantly planned" she said, ignoring the curious looks Heinkel and Anderson were giving her, not to mention passerby. "I suppose I underestimated the speed in which these Americans worked." She thought for a minute and asked. "How bad is it?"

Walter sighed before answering. "Truly, it is not the best situation. Several of the Wild Geese have already been killed and they are under attack at their compound on the grounds and so most are unable to assist us. Ms. Victoria is with Jayden right now. And as for----"

Walter jumped as Alucard appeared next to him. The vampire's fedora was gone and his hair blew around his head in a phantom wind. His eyes glowed an evil red. There was blood smeared all over his mouth and face, and his gloves were sodden and dripping with it. "Hello, Walter" he said.

"What is it Walter?" asked Integra from the phone.

Alucard held out his hand. With a sigh, Walter passed him the phone. "Hello, Ms. Director" Alucard said.

Integra bit her lip. "What happened? You sound all too happy about this. Explain, Servant." Alucard's voice drifted, not out of the phone in her hand, but in her head.

A group of the fools attempted to break into the hall and find Jayden.

"And what did you…do with them?" Integra asked, already knowing the answer.

I killed them. Alucard's mental voice was somber, but at the same time alights with glee. I exterminated them down to every last man and woman. But that's not nearly all of them. Thirty people lie dead on the floor of the front hall. There are over five hundred mob members. So Integra, give me your orders.

Integra's breath locked, cold and dim in her chest. "I…." she muttered.

The people who are controlling the mob, the ringleaders, are probably somewhere out there…they won't be coming in themselves. But these fools on the other hand, these typical, ignorant humans…they will come again and again and I will slaughter every last one of them. So what are your orders, Miss Director?"

"Pass the phone back to Walter" said Integra.

"Hello, my lady. I---"

"How bad is it?" Integra demanded. "Walter, tell me can this be solved peacefully?"

"I am not sure, my lady. It will be several hours before the military police can arrive and quell this insanity. And even then, I have my doubts…the local riot police who came to stop this became part of the mob!"

Integra felt a chill go down her spine. "Nightfall" she whispered.

"What?" asked Walter.

"Nothing" Integra said. "So what does this mean?"

"It means that we will have to dig in our heels until they either loose interest, or the police come and stop them" Walter said, but his tone let Integra know that he didn't believe either of those things was going to happen. Integra felt a flash of anger. And that anger grew into a bonfire.

"Dig in? Dig in our heels? For this rabble? I think not!" Integra snapped. "Give the phone to Alucard" she said.

"Lady Integra, I think---"

"Give the phone to Alucard, butler!" she ordered. There was silence and then Alucard was back on the phone.

So what are your orders, Integra? Alucard asked.

"You…have only one order, Servant" Integra said grimly. "Kill, kill, and kill, until either they give up…or none are left alive."

Integra could just see the No Life King grinning from ear to ear. "Ah ha ha ha" he laughed. "That's what I wanted to hear from your lips, Miss Director. Very well then. I'm going out there to clean the house."

Integra disconnected the call before the vampire had a chance to gloat. It made her sick what she had done; ordering the deaths of many innocent people.

"Vhat vas that all about?" Heinkel asked.

"Never you mind" Integra said. "I have to get to my home as fast a possible!"

Mob Command Center 9:46 P.M.

The large tent that functioned as the command center for the mob had originally belonged to a couple who were hiking across Europe. They had joined the mob and had donated their tent to the cause. Inside a small card table was set up. Elaine Zephyr and Lauren were standing, listening to the screams that emanated from the manor.

"It's the Dragon" breathed Mrs. Zephyr. "I know it is! It's gotten to more brave souls, but we shall avenge them!"

"Yes, yes" said Michelle Rogan. Her feet were up on the table and she was smoking a cigarette. "Please do remember to avenge your daughter Mrs. Zephyr. "After all, she's the reason we're doing this. We'll have to send more people in." Michelle thought for a minute. "They're probably keeping it in the dungeons with the…other stuff they keep down there. That's our goal. The dungeons are where Jayden Dennis resides."

Council Room 9:47 P.M.

Seras and Jayden sat on the long table that usually hosted the meetings of the Roundtable Knights. "What do you want to do?" Jayden asked.

"I don't know" said Seras, distractedly cleaning her Harkonnen cannon. The mob had not made any moves that she could see. There had been an incident while they were navigating the air-vents in which Seras and Jayden had heard awful screams coming from somewhere below, but they hadn't heard anything since. Seras suspected that her Master had to do with the screams.

Jayden began to shift from side to side.

"Are you okay?" Seras asked.

"No…" Jayden replied faintly. "It's…He's waking up. I can't keep him calm for too much longer. It hurts my head" she whimpered.

"Sometimes we have to do things we don't want" said Seras. She placed her hand on Jayden's arm. "So keep this Dragon calm a bit longer, because we're going to be in for some bad stuff…I can tell."

Hellsing Manor 9:58 P.M.

The mob roared once again into the manor. It was easier the second time, because the men guarding it were all dead. This group was made mostly out of riot police who had joined and ordinary, if well armed, citizens. They carried Glocks, Desert Eagles, and rifles and shotguns. The gathering was smaller this time, only twenty one people.

"Down there!" said one of the mob members, waving his nightstick. "We'll get it now, don't you believe and red coated guardian is damned!" they charged forward down the stairs to the dungeons. They carried their hate filled signs in one hand and their weapons in the other.

The dungeon hall was filled with men's snarling and ripping open doors. Finally they reached a room which had no door; it had been torn off its hinges. The room was dark and silent.

"Alright" said one of the men. "I don't think this Dragon thing knows we're out there, so we'll rush into the room take it by surprise!"

"Or maybe it does and we're just falling into a trap" suggested another. He received glares from his fellow mob members.

"Sorry!" he said. "It's just that I'm nervous. Can we kill this thing?"

One of them, a grizzled policeman snapped "We'll kill it or die trying. That little bitch killed my grandson…I'm not letting that go unpunished!"

"Then lets' stop talking and do it!" they charged toward the dark room. "Jayden Dennis, eat this!" they all yelled, firing the guns into the darkness. Finally no ammo was left.

"I…think we got it" said one of them. "I really think we---"

And then the No Life King was among them. Alucard walked through the twenty one mob members as if he didn't see them at all. The vampire's red coat brushed them and his long hair flew out around his face in a black halo. In one hand he held the Cassul and in the other he held the Jackal.

"T-t-the Dragon's guardian!" said one of the men. His face had gone gray with fear.

"No"said Alucard, pointing his guns at them. "That would be my fledgling, Seras." He fired a shot and the man who had spoken of his grandson was hurled into the wall, his chest caved in like a crumpled paper cup. He dropped to the floor.

"Ahhhh…run, let's go!" they screamed and ran. Alucard merely walked after them, he did not bother to chase them…they wouldn't get far.

He fired again and another mob member dropped to the floor, dead.

"We----we gotta get out of here! He's a goddamn monster!" screamed a man right before Alucard blew his stomach open with the Jackal. Blood spurted up and spattered the walls and floors.

"Shoot him, shoot him!" one man stayed behind, firing at Alucard while the others ran for the stairs. Alucard leaped in the air over the bullets and, as the other watched transfixed with horror, the No Life King latched onto the man's throat and pulled him into the air with his jaws. The lifeless body flew through a concrete wall. The vampire turned to them, and more than one peed his pants. The vampire's eyes glowed so red in his pallid face that they looked like windows into Hell. His mouth was smeared and stained with blood, as were his needle teeth that showed in a hideous parody of a grin.

"Hurry up! He's coming, let's get out of here!"

"Damn it! It's turning into fucking Hell here! Are you sure this guy's not the Dragon?!" these shouts rang out as the desperate people ran toward into the front hall. They turned back and looked at the darkness that the stairs led down to. "H-hey guys" said one of them. "Something's not right!"

"Hurry up and ru-aaahhhhh!" this man screamed as a tendril of the darkness reached out---reached out! ---and pulled his body apart with a flick. Red eyes began to open in the darkness where they had once been and soon a mass of shadow began to rise up the stairs like water. Moaning and crying in fear, the unfortunate members of the mob tired to escape, but it was no use. They heard laughter behind them and a voice saying something that made no sense. "Control Art Restriction Level Two…released." The horrible entity began to envelope the people on the stairs and soon, there was only one left.

"No…no…shit! What the fuck is this?!" he yelled, clutching his side where Alucard had shot him. The dark mass writhed and twisted in front of him, its many red eyes glowing. Then it parted like dark water and a figure rose smoothly from it, its white gloved hands spread wide. It was the No Life King dressed in a strange leather suit with many straps and buckles on it. The No Life King regarded the man with its flaming red eyes and smiled.

"No! Please no, oh God dead God I don't want to die, oh please---" Alucard threw him into the air and his screaming stopped as the vampire impaled him upon his hand which he stuck into the air.

"The house…is now clean" Alucard said, grinning and licking the blood of his lips. His shadows enclosed his body and when they did, he was once more dressed in his fedora, sunglasses and long red coat.

I have to say that I felt a bit sorry for the members of the mob, once I started thinking about it. I mean, they were tricked, right? I felt that way about the Hotel Rio incident to. My only consolation was that Pip killed the men who tricked the people who came in. Anyway, how was that for a massacre? Don't miss the next chapter in which Alucard gets into a fight with Michelle and after that…more trouble with Iscariot. See you next time.