Disclaimer: All characters, names, etc. of Hellsing are the intellectual property of its respective owners. I do not own Hellsing or anything within it.
This story is set in the first Hellsing OVA series: The one that includes Incognito. In this story werewolves have three forms: Humans, Werewolf (generally about 6 to 9 inches taller than their human form), and large wolf.
Also all conversations spoke in the werewolves' language will be in Bold lettering and thoughts will be in Italics.
Have fun with this:
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Alucard stood up from his kneeling position in front of Integra. His long black hair was plainly seen along with his red eyes. He said with a smirk, "You called these two, the male werewolf and the… mystery young lady, our allies? I thought you brought them to ease my hunger."
Tim, in his werewolf form, growled. His werewolf's aggression battled with his human sense of self-preservation. Rebecca whispered, "No, Friend Tim, this is a fight you can not win."
Integra said steadily to Alucard, "You are testing my patience again, my servant."
Alucard grin widened once again. He said, "I need weapons. Maybe something carried by our two 'allies' here."
Integra instructed, "Find some guns on the bodies of your victims. I'll have Seras and Richard the Third find something more appropriate later. Go, search and destroy, Alucard."
Alucard stared straight into Integra's eyes and said, "Orders received and acknowledged, my Master."
He turned to the other two in the room and said with a slight smile, "You two 'allies' will stay and guard Integra. Do not make me regret this decision, werewolf and mystery creature."
Rebecca said, "We will stay with the elder and guard her. You should go and see to those outside."
Alucard smile vanished as he studied Tim and Rebecca. Then he started to chuckle. He turned and walked up the stairs with his laughter becoming louder.
Alucard walked out of the tomb and surveyed the area with his red eyes. The Hellsing's lorry was parked in front of Alucard. The tomb and truck sat in an open square area filled with uncut tall grass and surrounded by brush and trees. He looked up into the sky to see the night's stars. There was near by the sounds of gunfire, explosions, and yelling.
Alucard mused, ""Such a fine night. A fine night to sate my hunger."
He reached into his red coat and pulled his wide brim hat. After placing it on his head, his also pulled out his yellow tinted glasses and they ended up on the bridge of his nose.
He paused. There was the voice of a man commanding his followers and there were the sounds of battle. Both came from beyond the circle of greenery. Should he introduce himself to the current leader of Hellsing and scare the piss out of him, or should he fulfill his appetite?
There was an increase in gunfire and the roars of werewolves that came from the direction opposite of commanding voice.
Alucard said, "Hmm, the sounds of battle; the sounds of death."
He faded out from existence.
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Laura, the werewolf, was raging. She was stuck in the brush and forced to hide. She had quickly emptied her rifle's ammo and extra clips in a torrent of gunfire.
Near to her position was the Hellsing cyborg Vance. He careful fired out an occasional shot that kept the enemy back. He was a thin man with both his eyes replaced with silver orbs. There was not a hint of hair on his head, but two electrical plugs were located just behind the right side of his jawbone. A wire connected one of the plugs to the scope that sat on his sniper rifle. This dark gray gun fired a 7.62x54mm round.
Laura hated to be depended on a cyborg, but still, it would have been nice to an accelerator rifle here. Richard wouldn't allow such heavy weaponry within the Westminster city limits. Guns that shoot through building tended to harm civilians.
There were three enemy werewolves firing upon their position. Two of them had a partially concealed position at a corner of a building and the third was behind a parked car. All of them wore dark gray bodysuits.
Vance fired another shot and there was a grunt from the corner of the building.
A gray female werewolf cried out from that location, "You'd kill Jack! Bastards! You kill Jack! Sod It! I'm going to rip you blokes a new blowhole."
Laura called out, "What the matter, luv? Boyfriend got an owie? You want me to come over and kiss it to make the owie feel better, you grotty fake wolf."
With a scream of rage, the enemy female charged around the corner and straight toward the concealed positions of Laura and the cyborg Vance.
Vance said, "Good job, Laura."
Vance aimed his rifle at the charging werewolves and he started to squeeze the trigger, but Laura let out a challenging roar. As Vance glanced at Laura, she was charging out to meet the incoming werewolf.
Vance muttered, "Poor show, Laura."
He immediately opened up fire at the last remaining sniper, who was behind a vehicle. The enemy sniper was forced into a shooting battle with Vance and did not shoot Laura who was now out in the open.
A precise shot from Vance hit the last sniper. Vance aimed for his next shot while the wounded sniper opened up by firing a couple bursts of five shots.
Vance was the better sniper and was more hidden than the enemy, but the enemy was luckier this time.
Two rounds tore into Vance; one shattered his left shoulder and the other pass through his flesh near his heart. With the sudden shock and blood loss, Vance passed out.
Laura charged forward towards her opponent. She was finally able to get into some real combat, and not hide behind some stupid cyborg with a rifle. God, she hated to be out shone by a tin man.
Laura collided with the fake werewolf with a meaty thunk. Both of them tried sink her own teeth into her opponent while using the clawed hands to both hold the other's fangs back and to rake. Blood was flying everywhere as the two tumbled down to the ground.
The wounded enemy sniper came out of concealment from behind a vehicle and approached the bloody fight. He still carried his rifle.
The enemy sniper called out to his ally, "Use your damn dagger, or just get out of the way. I'll shot her."
The enemy female responded aggressively, "Mine! I'll kill her!"
Laura added, "In your dream, chip bitch... Boy Toy, I'll get you next… Go and find something to entertain yourself with… But don't do something that will scare the animals or the kids."
The sniper brought up his gun to try to aim at Laura while not hitting his teammate.
A man's voice came from behind the sniper and said, "You shouldn't interfere, dog-man."
The enemy sniper whirled about, only to have a hand shoved like a spear into his chest. The owner of that hand was a tall human like vampire wearing a red trench coat and a wide brim red hat. His wide fang filled smile mocked the werewolf sniper.
The man in red, Alucard, asked, "Did that hurt, regenerator? Does the pain wake you up and make you feel alive, puppy?"
The sniper had dropped drop his rifle and swung a clawed hand at Alucard's face. The attack torn huge gashes into the side of the vampire's face and destroyed one of his glasses' lenses.
Alucard's smile was wider and insane. Unlike the lead bullets of mankind, the werewolf's claws could actually do some real damage.
Alucard yanked his hand out of the wolf's chest, before he slashed his other hand across the werewolf's neck. A blood red line leaked across the sniper wolf's neck and he gurgled a bit.
But the werewolf wasn't willing to give up. He bit down on Alucard's left shoulder and the werewolf's massive savagely shook back and forth in an attempt to rip Alucard's shoulder apart.
As Alucard's shoulder separated from the rest of his body, he said, "What fun. You natural regenerators are always so amusing. That attack of mine would've taken a human's head clean off his shoulders. Your head only fops around a little bit."
The werewolf bit down again. This time the target was Alucard's unmoving head.
Alucard again rammed his hand into his opponent's underarm, through the flesh to shatter the bones in the wolf's shoulder.
The werewolf groaned, but he excreted his strength to crush Alucard's head with his jaws. Alucard's body turned into black goo.
The werewolf threw back his head to howl in victory, but it came out poorly. His throat was still healing.
The sounds of the two struggling female werewolves come still are heard, so he quickly looked around for his sniper rifle. It was a short distance away and it lay in the spreading liquid that was Alucard.
As the goo start to cover the gun, the werewolf reached down with one hand to grab the rifle's forearm (the handguard around the barrel). As he pulled on the rifle, the black goo pulled back.
The wolf paused in confusion and his eyes examined the rope of goo that held the rifle butt to the ground. Suddenly several eyes opened up in the dark liquid. Each set of eyes looked in different directions and acted independently of each other.
A mouth opened in the dark pool and laughed. Alucard voice said with admiration, "Bravo, Werewolf. You bit off my head. Even with a wounded chest and shoulder, you still attacked me. I'm going to keep you, chipped dog. Releasing Control Art Restriction System to level 5. Limited release approval is confirmed."
The werewolf bit down at the goo, but the liquid faded into the ground. The wolf stared at the ground until he noticed movement around him. His head snapped up to see the ghostly figures of people moving around him. There were men, women, children and various animals walking near him. A few ghostly vehicles were driving on the road and horses with medieval dressed people riding pass.
The werewolf spotted two World War One soldiers and a knight on a horse. With one hand, he brought the rifle to bear on one of the soldier and fired some shots into him. There was no reaction to being hit.
Alucard voice came from the wolf-man's left and said, "Too many targets? There are too many ghosts of people who had die here. Neither Heaven nor Hell had claimed these spirits who are between good and evil. Soon, there will be more."
The werewolf twirled to fire a burst of rounds at… empty space. He immediately felt pain in his good shoulder. Alucard's hand had pierced the shoulder from behind. Alucard's fingertips pulverized the wolf's shoulder blade. The pain almost overwhelmed the wolf until his chips cut out the sensations coming from his newest wound.
As he shook off the fog of pain, a pair of fangs sank into side of his neck.
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Laura was just finishing off her opponent. In all the biting and clawing in this dog-eat-dog fight, Laura had finally sunk her fangs into her opponent's neck and ripped it out. Her own left leg was shredded along with her left side and her own face was a bloody mess. The enemy was likewise messed up. The enemy female was still weakly struggling when a male voice spoke out, "I see, Hellsing wolf, that you are the victor in this battle of life and death. Did you have fun, my furry dear?"
Laura shoved the female enemy away and glared at the source of the words. Alucard stood there with a smirk on his face. His glasses were repaired and his wide brim fedora was on his head. Laura could see fangs in that smirk of his. "A vampire", she thought.
Laura was to curse out the vampire out when she saw the ghostly figures walking pass them. Fear filled her eyes.
Alucard asked, "Do you mind if I finish off your little playmate? I've had only one meal since Integra woke me up and I feel a bit peckish."
Laura thought, "The second Hellsing vampire! Look at all the ghosts. What else did the Hellsings release?"
She finally nodded her head to agree with Alucard's request.
Alucard bowed to her and then turned to the barely alive female werewolf who was trying to regenerate her throat.
Alucard sank his fangs into the shoulder of the enemy werewolf while Laura looked away.
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At another section of the Hellsing defensive circle in the brush, the humans, Trevor and Pallas, guarded one spot while just a short distance away in the tree line, the werewolf Logan, of the Tribe of the First Cub, also guarded.
Trevor and Pallas were dressed in their new Hellsing camouflage while Logan wore a tan open vest and stretchable short trousers.
Across the street from them was the partially destroyed Victoria Tower that was part of the southwest corner of Parliament. Mortar shells came down upon the Parliament building and the surrounding area at a rate of two rounds every five seconds.
Pallas asked quietly to Trevor, "Trev, please remind me why we're assisting the monsters of Hellsing?"
Trevor puzzled this as his eyes scanned the road beyond the brushes. He replied, "Because we were ordered to investigate the Hellsings. Any more questions on subjects that I don't like to think about?"
Pallas whispered, "You bet I do. Why did Mr. Hellsing allow two foreign werewolves on this trip? Are the Hellsings actually on good terms with some of those lousy werewolf tribes?"
Trevor responded, "I don't- Pallas, that Logan werewolf chap has spotted something. Be on your guard, luv."
The road before them ran north and south. The view of the road north was block by a small three-story tall brick building called the Jewel Tower. It was in that direction that the werewolf Logan was looking.
A werewolf head poked around the corner of the Jewel Tower only to quickly pull back before shots fired by Trevor, Pallas, and Logan could hit him.
Logan, who couldn't speak English in his werewolf form, had waved at Trevor and Pallas. He pointed at himself and then at the Jewel Tower. Trevor nodded at him.
As Logan snuck through the brush toward the Jewel Tower, Pallas asked, "Trevor, why?"
Trevor replied, "Why are we protecting him? I don't know. Thinking about this hurts my head. Just shoot at any stray wolfie who pops its head around the corner."
As Logan approached Jewel Tower, there was an explosion just five meters from him. It came from a mortar shell.
Logan toppled to the ground as three enemy werewolves dress in gray charged around the corner of the building. They carried rifles. Trevor fired a burst of three shots at the lead werewolf while Pallas fired at the one who was about to terminate the life of the downed Logan. Pallas probably saved his life.
Pallas cursed, "Damn It! Why did I do that?"
Trevor and Pallas succeeded in wounding two of the werewolves and got the attention of all three. Trevor and Pallas were both dodging; Pallas via a dive to the right while Trevor flipped to the left. Both of them fired as they dodged and the enemy wolves returned the favor by firing bursts of their own. Two of the charged to the far right and left as the third threw a grenade straight at Trevor.
Trevor couldn't rotate himself around quick enough to intercept the thrown weapon so he pushed off his feet away from the offending grenade. As he tumbled, the grenade blew up and Trevor flew for a distance longer than he anticipated. His back and right side was covered in his own blood from wounds he just received from the explosion. He hit the ground with a thud and then he groaned in pain.
Pallas had fired downed one of the werewolves with two bursts of gunfire, then she called out, "Trevor!"
A shot from the further werewolf slammed into Pallas' rifle, just forward of the trigger. She tried to fire the gun again, but it was no longer functional.
She cussed, "Damn It! Again!"
Then she called out as she tossed her rifle aside, "Come at me, you bastards. Do you need a gun to kill me or can you do it with your claws, you craven dogs."
One of the standing wolves, the one with a rifle, threw the gun off to the side and charged Pallas. The other ones standing, the one with the grenades, advanced more slowly.
Pallas stood still as the lead werewolf ran up to her and then swung. Pallas waited until the last instant before she ducked under the claws. She balled up her body and placed both her hands on the ground. Then she extended her body with her feet shooting straight up into the jaw of the werewolf attacking her.
The werewolf stumbled backwards as Pallas pressed her advantage. She kicked her opponent left knee in an attempt to crush it followed by a clawed hand to a place that was… well, let just say it was below his beltline.
These two attacks turned the werewolf's stunned state into one of rage. Pallas' attacked were painful, but the wolf's anger drowned out that feeling. He swung at Pallas, forcing her to dodge backwards.
Pallas was definitely more skillful than her foe, but he was stronger, bigger, and faster than she was. He also had those nasty little things called claws.
Pallas lunged to her right as the werewolf stuck straight out a claw hand. Her left foot came around and stuck the werewolf's muzzle. A slight dribble of blood came from his lip.
Pallas didn't have time to enjoy the feat of 'wounding a werewolf without weapons', but she had to jump to her right as the werewolf's jaws snapped at where her head was.
From her close to the ground position, Pallas launched a kick towards the wolf-man's throat, but she caught sight of the wolf's clawed hand striking at her. Pallas abandoned her attacked by twisting away from those claws. She ended up flat on her back with the werewolf kneeling over her.
She muttered, "Oh, crap!"
Then something furry, that was larger than a soccer ball, landed on her chest. Both Pallas and the werewolf paused to look at it. It was the head of the grenade-carrying werewolf. There was no blood coming from this object.
Then a male voice said from behind the werewolf, "Humans are so marvelous."
The werewolf whirled around as Pallas threw the head away from her. Alucard was standing there with a wide grin.
The wolf-man leapt at Alucard with his claws out and his fangs bared. Alucard faded from existence before the wolf could strike. The vampire faded back into sight to the wolf's right and he said, "I can't play this time, wolf-boy. Integra is getting impatient. It's time to put you to sleep."
The werewolf stabbed out at Alucard, only to see his foe vanished again. The werewolf whirled to the left and right, search for where Alucard would appear next. Alucard did reappear. He appeared right in front of the wolf-man and latched his fangs into the base of the werewolf's neck.
The enemy werewolf reacted by grabbing Alucard's head with his claws and proceeded to rip Alucard away from his throat. With the last bit of his effort, the wolf crushed Alucard's head. He weakly held his hands around his throat the stem the flow of blood and to give his regeneration ability a chance to heal him. He didn't see that behind him Alucard stood back up.
Suddenly his eyes went wide as Alucard's hand through the back of his neck and out the front. As the werewolf fell, Alucard yanked the creature's head off and held it above his mouth. Blood drained from the base of the head and into Alucard hungry mouth.
Pallas watched with wide eyes as Alucard finished his meal.
Alucard paused and stared with his eyes looking over the top of his glasses. He asked, "Hungry?"
Pallas frantically shook her head 'No'.
Alucard said, "Too bad. Werewolves' blood is delicious, Hellsing soldier."
Pallas said weakly, "You must be Alucard. We've come to pick you up… Hey! Why aren't the mortar shells not falling around here?"
Alucard replied, "Listen well, Human. The shells are falling to the north. It seem that Seras Victoria has done something to annoy your opponents. Seras is in the midst of some fun. The wolves no longer gather here. Can't you hear the sounds of battle north of here? Can you, Human?"
Pallas nodded as she heard that most of the gunfire and explosions were to the north of them.
Alucard asked, "Care to come with me, woman who attacks werewolves with her bare hands? To fight once again? Do you?"
