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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Sorry about the delay in releasing this chapter. I had a case of writer's block and had a busy work schedule.
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Within the Tower of London complex, Lady Lesley was supervising four human-shaped underlings who were bringing plastic transfusion bags filled with the Tribe on Five Roses' blood into the chapel. She made sure that none of the bearers interfered with Lord Perrin.
Lord Perrin was working in the center of floor along with two other vampire minions to erase the bloody symbols that had summoned the skeleton demon. He needed a clean area before he could prepare it with the script to call forth an angel.
Lady Caitlin in her human form lounged next to the podium and she had her eyes on Lord Perrin. She kept trying look both cute and seductive at the same time.
"The harlot is in heat," thought Lesley.
Then she heard a faint popping sound. Her eyes quickly scanned around and at first she didn't notice anything usual. But then she saw, on one of the pews next to the wall, that there was a yellowish powder. Lady Lesley remembered that the fang used to summon the skeleton demon was placed there after it was no longer required. Apparently the fang had disintegrated.
"Lord Perrin," broadcasted Lady Lesley.
"Hush, My Lady," said Lord Perrin, "I really don't require any interruptions right now, my dear."
Perrin started to paint a symbol in werewolves' blood on the floor.
Lady Lesley paused nervously for a few seconds before she continued, "But Lord-"
"Lady Lesley," snapped Caitlin, "You've heard what my love said, tart. Shut your mouth and leave here immediately!"
"You wrenched-" started Lesley.
"Enough!" commanded Lord Perrin. "Both of you ladies are disturbing my concentration."
Both women started to complain and explain, but Perrin raising his hand silenced them.
"Lady Lesley," said Perrin, "has either something very important to say OR you are waiting my time by disturbing me. It then follows that Lady Caitlin is either trying to help me to concentrate OR she is keeping some very valuable news from me. One of you two ladies is in the right and the other is wrong. Let's make a little game out of this, since my valuable time is being WASTED!"
Cowed, both ladies nodded.
"Good," said an exasperated Perrin, "Lady Lesley will deliver her little tidbit of information that is so important that she needed to INTERRUPT ME, and I'll decide if Lady Lesley was correct in breaking my chain of thought. If I decide that the interruption was not proper, then Lady Lesley is in the wrong and Lady Caitlin is in the right, BUT if the interruption was really required, then Lesley is right and Caitlin is wrong. Got That?"
Again both ladies nodded as they became more nervous.
"Then," continued Perrin with a slightly evil smile, "whoever is wrong will become the servant of the other for… let's see… the next twenty-four hours. Then, both you ladies will leave here and play your games of domination and submission while leaving me in peace! Now why have you disturb me, Lady Lesley?"
Lady Lesley was aghast while Lady Caitlin quickly said in a panic, "My lord! Please, don't joke like that. I will never served again under that slimy wart-covered… my most lovely and very good friend Lesley. We were just having a little minor spat and you need not worry, my dear sweet lord Perrin. Isn't that right, my dearest Lesley?"
Lady Lesley paused for a second. While she love to have Caitlin submitting to her will, the possibility of being Caitlin's servant wasn't something she wasn't willing to chance. She was sure that Caitlin was thinking something similar.
Lesley said in a completely fake cheerfulness, "Of course, dear Caitlin. Lord Perrin, we apologizes any inconvenience that we may have caused."
Lesley placed a 'friendly' hand on Caitlin's shoulder.
Perrin smirked. "My ladies, your sudden showing of friendship is amusing, but I know it won't last. Lady Lesley, tell me why you had interrupted me. Then we will see who will be the slave and who will be the mistress for the next day."
The looks of worry and the desire to rule Caitlin were in conflict on Lesley's face. She didn't know if her news was valuable or not.
Caitlin saw Lesley expression and knew that there was fairly good chance that she would end up being the slave. She quickly hugged Lesley and lied, "Lord Perrin, I wouldn't want my best friend Lesley to worry about the chance of being my little toy girl. Right, Lesley?"
Lesley decided that she didn't want chance being the loser in this contest. She returned the hug to that foul creature called Caitlin and said with syrupy sweet voice, "Yes, that is correct, my dearest Lord Perrin. Dear Caitlin and I were only having a little fun."
Lord Perrin stared at the hugging dual. Finally he said, "I'll called off the game if you two could be this nice to each other for the next month. That means no fights and no plotting against each other. In fact, you two must be helpful to your new 'best friend'. Ok?"
The two ladies paused. Finally Caitlin gave in by saying, "Yes, my lord."
Lesley quickly nodded. "Yes, my husband."
Caitlin snapped, "He's my husband, you-"
Lord Perrin interrupted, "It's good that you two are not fighting. Now, Lady Lesley, why did you interrupt me?"
Lesley and Caitlin released their hug and breathe a sigh of relief.
"Well, my lord," started Lesley, "the demons tooth had turned to dust."
"What", asked Perrin as he looked to where he left the demon's fang. All that was left was dust.
Before Lesley explained, Perrin said, "Lesley, your little bit of news was important. Just think, you could have had Lady Caitlin as a servant for a day."
"Damn," cursed Lesley, "And I've been saving a dog collar and a leash for her."
"Lesley!" exclaimed an angry Caitlin.
"Ladies," said Perrin, "You two will be dealing with the Hellsing problem if their vampire decides to show up here. Do not allow her to interfere with my summoning of the angel. And please, no fighting between you two."
Lesley asked, "If the opponent is too powerful, can I use the orb with the spirit sealed in it?"
Caitlin asked, "What spirit, you miserable… my dear friend Lesley?"
Perrin grinned and replied, "A powerful vampire spirit had haunted the ruins of the old White Tower. It took a bit of work to imprison that monster away in an orb of the purist crystal. It was odd that the spirit had an old Egyptian deity partially bounded to it. Lady Lesley, the orb is a one-uses item, so only use it if you absolutely have to."
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Seras picked up her Harkonnen and rested its bulk on her shoulder. Alucard was checking the amount of bullets he still had and the foreign werewolf Logan scanned his eyes around the area. Pallas was waiting to one side and watched her teammates with suspicion. The wounded Hellsing werewolf Harry had already left to follow his compatriot Christine. Christine had earlier carried the top half of Bob away in the hopes of saving the remaining part of the cyborg.
Seras stewed as she thought about the fight they had with the skeleton demon. The way that the creature had held her helpless while it tried to digest her soul. The imprisoning ribcage had burned her. The only other thing that caused her some concern was the hunger she was experiencing. She had used a lot of power in the fight, but she didn't receive a single sip of blood.
"Master," Seras asked as she licked her lips, "Why did the touch of the demon burn me? I thought that only holy weapons did that."
Alucard grinned widely. Seras couldn't tell if it was the look of approval or amusement.
"Very good question, Seras" remarked Alucard, "Both blessed and cursed blades, bullets, and claws bite deeply into our undead flesh. It's rather delightful that both the powers of heaven and hell consider our kind's existence to be such a burden to their simple morals."
Seras asked, "Why is that, Master?"
"That's because the so-called good and evil spirits are greedy," explained the No-Life King. "Both sides feel that they own the spirits of the dead and our taking a few for our meals is considered to be quite disagreeable by them. Both of their hateful powers now burn deeply the bodies of our less powerful kindred. You must grow in strength to resist such attacks."
"I see, Master. But why-" Seras was interrupted loud mournful howl that came from Christine.
"Bob," exclaimed Seras and she ran off in the direction of the lorry.
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Christine, in her werewolf form, howled in grief. She was next to the open passenger door of the lorry. The inert form of Sergeant Bob's upper body lay on the cab's wide seat. Christine had previously ripped open the back of the cyborg's shirt, opened a panel on his back, and connected a power cord from that opening to the lorry's power jack. The indicator lights within that open panel brightened and pulsed. But the pulsing lights had faded out and Bob's had whispered, "Christine?" before he had died.
Christine cried out, "BOB! BOB! Oh, Bobbie…"
Harry arrived and he stared with disbelieving eyes at the scene before him. He growled loudly in rage, pulled out his 45-magnum pistol and blasted away at a tree until its clip was empty.
He threw the gun down and sat. His side still bled from the cut he had received from the demon's flying scythe.
Seras jogged into the area and she started to head over to Christine and the lorry. Harry gave her one look and shook his head no.
Seras ignored Harry's signal and went to the mourning werewolf.
Upon noticing Seras, Christine growled, "Go away, bloodsucker. Leave me alone!"
Seras paused before she said softly, "I'm saddened by the lost of your friend. I didn't really know Bob, but he was a good guy. I wished that I could have known him better…"
Christine anger evaporated and she howled in grief once again. Tears round down around her snout. Christine reached out to grab Seras' shoulder, and buried her massive head into Seras' right shoulder. There she continued to weep.
Seras froze. It wasn't that she didn't mind comforting the huge wolf-woman, but Seras' hunger increased tenfold with the closest of Christine's neck. It seemed that the werewolf's blood called out to her to drink it. The feelings of hungry warred with her self-control. Her closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping her teeth and jaws from acting on their own.
Seras finally whispered, "Christine, why don't lay down in the back of the lorry. I'll see to Bobbie…"
Christine asked back, "Can you put Bobbie where you keep your guns? I want him brought back for a proper funeral… with his family and friends. Please?"
"Don't worry. I'll keep him," responded Seras as she guided the grieving werewolf to the back of the vehicle.
Christine whispered back, "I want Harry with me."
"Ok."
After Seras help Christine in the lorry, she pointed at Harry and then at the lorry's trailer.
Even though Harry was feeling down, hurt, and unless, he gave Seras a typically male 'What? Who? Me?' look.
Seras nodded and he slowly drifted toward the vehicle's rear tailgate.
Logan and Pallas were examining Bob's body when Seras turned her attention back there. Pallas wasn't in her werewolf avoidance mode.
Not far from them, Alucard was looking off into the distance toward the west and toward the Tower of London. He was smiling in anticipation.
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Little Alice Hellsing ran down hall towards her parent's bedroom. It was four o'clock in the morning, so she was dress in her pink sleeping gown. Her tired half closed were filled with tears.
Alice quickly opened her parent's bedroom door and ran to her mother's side of the bed. She buried her head in Gwen's shoulder and started to cry.
Half awake, Gwen asked, "Another nightmare, darling?"
"Sergeant Bobbie has died," weep Alice. "The ghost children told me."
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In the moving lorry's trailer, Christine sat next to Harry who was sitting next to the tailgate. Across the center aisle from her was Logan while Pallas sat across from Harry.
Christine, even with her grief, still managed to growl distrustfully at Pallas.
"Hey," said an exasperated Pallas, "That vampire Seras said she was starving and didn't want anyone living sitting next to her in the cab. That girl is having problems controlling her appetite. Her so-called master is with her."
Christine gave out a werewolf's equivalent of a 'humph' and then she leaned against Harry.
It was quiet for a minute before Pallas finally spoke. "I never knew that a werewolf could care for a human. Sergeant Bob must have been quite a guy."
Christine briefly changed to her human form.
"Shut up," she snapped in anger, "I know you hate our kind so stop pretending."
The Christine reverted back to her hairy shape.
Pallas sighted and explained, "You don't understand what I've been through. My friend Trevor and I traveled far and seen several villages attacked and wiped out by werewolves. The dead and wounded still haunt my dreams. I had thought that all of the wolf people were a murderous lot that is not to be trusted."
Christine changed again into her human shape and started to angrily say something, but Harry's hairy hand on her shoulder interrupted her.
Harry changed and lost his hair. Logan followed suit.
"Pallas," Sergeant Harry said, "Don't worry about it. We werewolves are a territorial bunch and our tribes don't trust each other. For Logan to be here is very unusual. Humans have raised Christine, so she has a very kind view of werewolf society since she only dealt with us at Hellsing. Normal wolves know how treacherous we can be."
"But," Christine started to say.
Logan, the foreign werewolf, shook his head while he said, "There is no 'buts' about it. There are good ones among us and some bad ones, but we are not humans. And the humans judge us on what the worst of us do, and that how we frequently do the same with the humans. Young lady, there is no innocent side in human/werewolf relations, but the humans frequently come out the losers."
"But," said Christine again.
"It's not my place to chastise you," said Logan, "But, in normal werewolf society, you could question the males thoughts and decisions, but never would you disobey them. Human culture has inflected all of the Hellsing wolves. Some have been inflected more than others."
"Hey," snapped Harry as he reached for another cigar, "There is no need to be insulting, outsider."
Then Harry's cell phone ranged.
"Oh, crap," said Harry as his looked at his cell phone little caller ID screen. "It's old man Hellsing."
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Deep within Seras' mind, one of Seras' most recent additions searched for her former master. Susan was a chipped vampire who died when Seras first met the Hellsing soldiers and her ghost-self was absorbed during Seras' last visit to the old Hellsing mansion.
She roamed through the streets of this strange city. There were a few vehicles on the streets, but not many. She was not used to seeing a street that wasn't cluttered with rusted cars and with trees growing though the asphalt.
She has questioned several vampires, werewolves, humans and even some stinking cyborgs in her quest for Larry, the man who had made her into a chipped vampire.
"Larry," she sighed, "Larry, where art thou my fair master… I'm so cool for saying that."
"Seras sent him away," a child-like voice said.
Susan spun around, only to see an eight year-old boy. The child had light brown hair and he was somewhat overweight.
"What," asked Susan.
"He was a very bad vampire man and Seras made him go away."
Susan lifted the boy into the air with both hands and asked, "Where? And you better tell me the truth or I'll… I'll… Hug you and give you great big kisses."
The boy, who was totally without fear at being lifted, suddenly became fearful.
"No Fair!" he exclaimed, "That's no fair!"
Susan started to prepare to kiss the boy.
"I don't know! Only Seras know where she sends the bad people, lady. Now let me go!"
"Where is this Seras?"
The boy studied Susan for a bit. "Seras is everywhere," he said, "She is in the ground, in the sky and in the buildings. If you stared at the sky for long enough, then you can see the outside world through her eyes. Now let me go and don't kiss me! Ugh! You girls always want to kiss everyone!"
Susan put the boy down on the ground and then stared at the sky.
The child ran for a short distance, turned, and said, "You're a vampire, but you can't attack anyone here. Seras has stripped you of all your powers. She would had put those though command thingies in your head so you can't hurt me."
Susan said softly as she stared at the sky, "I don't remember having my powers removed."
Then, the skies faded away and the scene of a dark road with trees. It was what Seras was looking at as she drove her vehicle.
"I'll save you, Larry," Susan called out as she leapt into the air.
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In the old building called the workshop, which was within the walls of the Tower of London, Lady Caitlin came into a dark room. Her left hand carried a glowing green orb that cast its light into the room. In this room were various weapons that hung on the wall. There were guns and bladed weapons. To her right there were shelves with various wicked looking items and boxes.
Caitlin was now in her blond werewolf shape with a green canvas sleeveless tunic and trousers. She picked a sword in it scabbard off of the wall and hitched it to her belt.
She thought, "This can pierce Lesley if needed. I need something to kill the Hellsing vampire before Lesley gets a chance to. If Lesley kill the Hellsing creature and get my Perrin's affection, I'll… I'll just die. No I can't allow that to happen! I'll show everyone who is higher on chain of command and it's not Lesley."
She quickly scanned the boxes and smiled as she spotted long one that was labeled 'Hunter-Seeker'. She pulled out the box, placed it on the floor, and opened it lid. Within the box there was a slender, missile-like dark blue cylinder with folded fan-like wings attached along its side. The weapon was a little over a meter long and its blunt nose was capped with a glass window to allow the missile's camera to peer forward. A small sheet of paper that contained the missile's control code was also in the box.
Caitlin picked up the paper and recorded the information into her networking chip.
She smirked and said, "Lesley, the Hellsing vampire's death and Perrin's love will be mine and mine alone."
She picked up the box and headed out of the room.
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The Hellsing vehicle slowly worked its way back westward on the road filled with trees and old vehicles. Its headlights were turned off, since vampires didn't require light to see.
Seras concentrated on the roadway as she drove. Her mouth was open with her fangs showing. Frequently, Seras hungrily licked her teeth while she forced her eyes to watch the road ahead.
Alucard sat in the passenger side of the seat and watched Seras with a wide smile on his face. He said nothing.
Finally Seras asked, "Do you think its funny, master? I'm so hungry that I have to fight my urges to drink my fellow Hellsing solider. It's so hard to control."
Alucard maintained his grin. "No, Seras," said Alucard in his deep tone, "I'm just admiring you. Lesser vampires would have lost control by now. You are truly one of my family."
Seras mulled over what Alucard said. Normally she would've been overjoyed with such a complement, but she continuously forced herself from sensing the four beings, the four humanoid bags of delicious blood, that sat in the trailer just behind her.
Seras glanced at Alucard and then her eyes were fixed on the road.
"Do you have a question," asked Alucard.
"Yes, master," acknowledged Seras, "What did that creature taste like?"
"Ah, asked like a true child of the night," said Alucard as pride lightly touch his face, "Seras, you felt the burn of both blessed and cursed weapons, right?"
Seras nodded.
Alucard seem pleased. "The consumation of such a being is like having that burn within your body but its pain is increased many fold. The essence of such a creature tears the flesh of the undead body apart."
"Then how do you remain unharmed," queried Seras.
"It does hurt me, child, but the I am more powerful than the demon I have absorbed. The number of human, werewolf, and vampire victims I had drunk from has giving my body enough strength to hold the demon. And the creature will continue to be painful until I've digested it. My demon hound has been incorporated into my undead flesh long ago, so he no longer causes me discomfort."
"So, can you eat anymore demons?"
"Perhaps, a few more. Too many more would destroy me."
"What about that Incognito? Didn't he eat a god?"
"No, Seras. He never properly dined on Set. Set was a dead god of a dead religion. Still he was powerful enough that Incognito couldn't really consume the waning god. He had the use a magic binding to connect Set and him into a partnership. It's a degraded existence for a pathetic vampire. Incognito is rotting in hell."
"So, I would explode if I suck the soul of one of those skeleton demons… HEY!"
Alucard grinned as Seras looked both angry and uncomfortable. He mocked, "Having problems with a prior meal of your?"
"Yeah," exclaimed Seras, "Even though I'm sitting in this seat, it feels like someone is on my back… Arms are wrapped around my shoulders and legs are around my waist. It's a very light and ghostly pressure. Now I think that someone's fangs are in my neck. It's like there are two pin pricks."
The pressure on Seras neck faded and a female voice whispered into her ear, "Free Larry now, monster."
Seras asked out loud, "Who are you?"
"I'm Susan, the loyal servant of my handsome lord Larry. Release my true love or I'll suck out all of your blood. I'm a powerful vampire so you better do what I say."
Seras gave the request all the considered it deserved, which was none. "No," said Seras, "He stays in his little piece of hell."
"Then you die," whispered Susan harshly. Then the light sensation of fangs biting into the side of Seras' neck came back.
Alucard asked, "What are you going to do with you rebellious inmate, Seras?"
"Nothing, master," replied Seras. "This Susan girl has hacked me off. I'm so bloody angry that it's keeping my mind off of drinking the blood of my Hellsing allies."
Susan whispered, "The reason you are so mad is that you're jealous that Larry loves me and not you."
"WHAT," exclaimed Seras in exasperation, "Only a bimbo who could count her IQ on one hand could love that stupid bastard. Hurry and sober up, Suzy-Q, and find a real boyfriend, not someone who beats you to show his affection."
"BIMBO! How dare you call me that," shouted Susan into Seras' ear, "I now know what you're doing. You're keep Larry all to yourself and hiding him in a secret bedroom where you can seduce him, tart!"
"TART! You called me a Tart?!? The tramp called me a tart," responded Seras.
"Ooooh, I'm sooo hurt. It must have taken you a month to think of that childish insult," continued Susan, "I bet that you're trapping my poor beloved Larry in some secret room, forcing him to endure your body pressing against his, and defiling his lips with your. Oh, you're such a dirty girl, harlot."
"Keep me out of your sick fantasies. Sod off and get off of my back, slag," responded a heated Seras.
And the two shouted, cursed, and accused each other as Seras continued driving, but now Seras was no longer had desire for her allies' blood. Seras only hoped that her father and mother, who were in heaven, were not listening, but her vampiric nature asserted itself and Seras' language became most foul.
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The camouflage-wearing vampire Lady Lesley rushed to mount in the center of the Tower of London that was the remains of the White Tower. Some missile-like object had streak up from there and she wanted to know what it was and who fired it.
Out the all the beings running on their various chores, one lone female werewolf was looking in the night sky and in the direction that the missile headed.
"Caitlin," she hissed, "What have you done?"
Lady Caitlin turned to look at her rival and smiled. "Not much, dear," she broadcasted, "I'm going to eliminate the Hellsing pest before she comes here. I mustn't allow my sweet darling Perrin to be disturbed, and you seem so busy with minor details, so I decided that I'd get rid of the vampire. I'm sure that my Lord Perrin will be so grateful to me. You can leave now."
"I'll be the one to kill the wench and gain my loving Lord Perrin's affections, not you," Lesley angrily responded, "Give me the missile's control code!"
Caitlin finally locked eyes with Lesley. "So that you can self-destruct the missile? I think not, my dear Lesley. Why don't you go and fetch that dog collar and leash? You know what I'm talking about: the ones you keep threatening to make me wear. I think that the collar would look good on you right now and I so want to hold your leash."
"Give me the code, honey," demanded Lesley and the force of her will focus through her eyes and tried to mind control Caitlin to surrender the code.
"I know that trick, too, Lesley," said Caitlin as she tried to force her will upon Lesley.
The two stood there, silently, as they engaged a battle of the minds. Each pulled more and more from the hidden powers within themselves. The backs of their blouses ripped as wings extended from their backs. The huge bird-like wings were covered partially with beautiful white feathers. The feathers glowed slightly with a life of their own. Between the feathers, there were gaps. Showing between the feathers was a grayish red scaly skin.
The power of the mind controlling attacks between the two females increase.
Then Lady Caitlin smirked. She said, "You can have the missile's control code. The missile has killed the Hellsing target. As in all our conflicts, a fight to the death between us is unless, darling. Both you and I will always regenerate, but I'm sure that my Lord Perrin will make you my servant. Please find your cute little dog collar."
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Alucard grinned as he watched Seras verbally fighting one of her servants. He shook his head slightly. He will never understand humans or Seras. Why allow free will to her servants. Still Seras didn't allow the argument to affect her driving.
Something in the distant sky in front of the vehicle caught his attention. A puzzled expression crossed his face.
Immediately Seras noticed Alucard's strange expression and asked, "What is it, master?"
"It looks like a new human toy that I've never seen before, Seras Victoria. It looks like fun."
Seras immediately turned her eyes to the skies before the vehicle, only to see a rapidly approaching wings object.
"O, Bloody Hell," was the last thing Seras said before the missile hit.
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Sergeant Harry was talking on the cell phone while Pallas, Logan, and Christine sat quietly. Both Logan and Christine reverted to their werewolf forms since they were probably approaching enemy territory. Harry's left hand held his barely healed side. His skin had closed up, but the damage within him still was painful. The demon inflicted cut was very slow to heal but the pain continued to spread. He was in the middle of a phone conversion with his leader, Richard Hellsing the third.
"Yes, Mr. Hellsing," said Harry, "There was nothing we could do for Master Sergeant Robert Martin. The demon's blade cut him in two. Bob never knew what hit him."
Richard's voice buzzed on the cell phone.
Harry responded, "I don't know why a skeleton demon had appeared here. It takes a lot of people with special equipment to down one of those things and your newest vampire just ate the monster."
He paused to listen to what Richard said. Master Sergeant Harry said, "Yes, Sir… Yes… No, we couldn't… I see… Well, Mr. Hellsing, Christine, Logan, Pallas, and the two vampires are here with me… No, I believe that we are going after the buggers that sent the demon… We believe it came from the Tower of London… We think it the same group that had capture the Tribe of Five Roses… Yes, sir… You want us to return immediately back to headquarter… Yes-"
Suddenly the lorry rocked from an explosion. The vehicle started to tilt to the right as the sounds of squealing tires and grinding metal pieced the night air. Slowly the trailer section tipped to its side. Harry changed to him werewolf shape just before the side of the lorry hit the ground. An accidental closing of his now stronger hand crushed his cell phone.
The vehicle came to a stop. Christine was against the front of the trailer with Logan and Harry piled on her. Pallas had grabbed her seating and kept herself from siding.
Pallas called out, "Any of you guys hurt?"
"I'm fine," called out Logan.
Christine muttered, "Only my pride. And someone has a hand on me where it doesn't belong."
Harry responded, "I think I've ripped open my wound."
Pallas grumbled, "You know I can't understand a thing you guys are saying. I'll go and check what happening outside."
As Logan and Christine carefully help Harry, Pallas darted out of the back of the lorry and to the nearest tree. She quietly scanned the surrounding area for any kind of aggressor, but she saw and heard none.
From Pallas location, she saw that the cab of the lorry was smoking. The vehicle was lying on its side with the driver's door planted into the ground. As she silently advanced around the cab, she could that its metal was deformed and shredded. The driver's side was hit the worst. Dark goo, which she assumed was the remains of the vampires, was splattered in patches all over the ground. It was then that she spotted Alucard as she walked around the front of the vehicle. It looked like nothing had happen to the monster. He didn't have a single scratch or any tears to his clothing. He even had that ridiculous red hat of his. He was still smiling.
Alucard said, "Such a wonderful night, isn't it, barehanded girl."
Wonderful? Wonderful you say?" asked Pallas sarcastically, "Our truck has been turned into junk and the female vampire got turned into undead jam! What happened?"
"It was a truly marvelous human creation that hit us," said Alucard as he looked inward and at his memory of the event. "It was a winged missile that hunted us. Just before it hit, the expression on Seras Victoria's face was priceless. And the pain from the explosion was exquisite. It had blessed silver shrapnel. Truly, it was an ingenious weapon."
"What about the female vampire? Aren't you at least a little sad about her death?"
Alucard's broad smile turned into a smirk. "Police Girl," he said, "Don't be so lazy and pull yourself together."
The dark blobs on the started to flow. Pallas' eyes widened as they gathered together to form a single mass.
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Logan was adding a strip of cloth to bandage wrapping around Harry's bleeding midriff. Christine was cutting into strips the ripped off sleeves of her uniform. Harry was breathing with great effort.
"Why? Why are you bleeding, Harry," cried out Christine, "Was it because you changed into your human self to… to talk to that Pallas? You should be healing now!"
"I'm tying to, kid," panted Harry, "I thought that were my wound sealed over that it was healing, but the pain from it has spread over my entire body, Christine. It's getting worse."
Logan growled, "Stop talking and moving. Let your body rest and give it a chance to fight against whatever has gotten into you."
"I don't think it's going to work," said Harry, "It is demon crap from that demon blade. It's in my blood."
"It's my fault that this happened," said a tearful Christine, "If I haven't asked for Bobbie and you to come, he would be alive and you wouldn't be hurt."
"Christine, I don't want to hear that," weakly snapped Harry, "Bob and I are big boys and we knew that this trip was dangerous. Don't blame yourself."
Christine growled back, "There is only one way I can atone for my mistakes."
Christine turned and bolted out of the back of the lorry and around toward the front of the lorry. Three individuals were before her. Furthest from her were Pallas who eyes were wide in disbelief, and Alucard, who was wearing his trademark grin. The closest one she recognized as the back of the dark trench coat wearing Seras.
Seras twirled around. Seras's smile was wide and aggressively hungry. The vampiress' bright red eyes could be seen through her dark glasses.
Christine instantly decided where she was going to make her atonement. She stopped in front of Seras and gently picked the starving vampiress off of the ground and whispered, "I want you to drink my blood. Please use it to give yourself strength to make those, who had summoned that demon, pay. Drink all of my blood and kill those bastards."
Seras eyes widened and she hissed. A war of emotions and desires rages within her.
Pallas shouted, "What are you doing, you silly werewolf? That's dangerous!"
Alucard looked surprised and a mellow smile played upon he lips. "What will you do with the werewolf's generous offer, my child?" he asked.
Christine hugged Seras against her and with one hand she forced Seras' face against the base of her throat. Immediately, Christine felt the slight pain as the vampiress' fangs penetrated her throat and felt Seras greedily sucking away on her jugular veins. Seras could no longer control herself.
Pallas pulled out her demonic blade while yelling, "Release her, leech!"
"With that toy of your, you will be able to harm Seras, but I don't believe that you will be victorious, barehanded girl. Beside, my child is only using her own fangs against the werewolf, and none of those of her familiars, so it will take a while to drain a real non-chipped regenerating werewolf. Sit back and enjoy the play before us and observe what decisions the two actresses make on this stage of life and dead."
As Christine felt her blood being drained and felt her own body tying to generate more blood in this losing battle, she whispered, "Please hurry Seras. Hurry up and take my life. Wash away the guilt I feel about Bobbie's death and my dying Harry. I want to sleep and go away from this horrible world."
Christine felt the rhythm of the sucking of her blood slowed and then stop.
"No," shouted Christine in a panic, "Hurry up and take up my pain!"
She hugged Seras's head even more tightly against her neck.
Seras muffled voice said some garbled word, but Seras' mental command was loud and clear. It was "Release me, now!"
Christine slowly released Seras to the ground, even though she fought against her own body to hold on to the vampiress. Tears were streaming down Christine's face along with some blood dripping on her neck from the now closing fangs wounds.
Seras looking the grieving werewolf's eyes and said with some force, "You are coming with us to avenge Sergeant Bob and I won't allow you to take your own life. You have help us the rescue any prisoners at the Tower of London."
"But Harry is poisoned," whined Christine.
"Oh, heck," lightly cursed Seras. She pulled the tall werewolf's head and shoulders down for a hug and whispered, "I'll go and see it I can do anything for him. Promise me that you won't hurt yourself or run away. Ok?"
With her massive head resting on Seras' shoulder, Christine nodded
Seras said, "Good", and released Christine. Then she asked out loud, "Master, is there anything we can do? And I don't want to kill him and add his soul to my collection."
"You limit my choices, Seras," responded Alucard. "Is the Hellsing wolf awake?"
"Let me check," respond Seras, who then headed to the back of the lorry.
Logan had pulled Harry out of the damaged vehicle. Harry's eyes were closed and his breathing was weak.
Seras called back to the advancing Alucard, "He is unconscious and don't look good."
Immediately Seras started to check over Harry and Logan growled, "Don't touch him."
Seras responded, "Before I became a vampire, I had some medical training. Please don't interfere, Mr. Logan."
Alucard walked up with Pallas and Christine just behind him. "Feed him some of your blood, my child."
"What?!?" was the response of every sane conscious person there.
"If you wish to save this servant of the Hellsings, then you must use your blood to fight the demonic essence within the body of this nearly dead werewolf. Consider this a lesson in your training, Seras Victoria. Do you have the will and desire to extend this one's life?"
Seras plunge the nail of her right hand's thumb into her left wrist and blood spurted out.
"No," snapped Logan who reached over to grab Seras' left arm.
Seras commanded the werewolf like she was commanding an obedient dog, "Logan! RELEASE! SIT!"
Immediately the mind-controlled released Seras and sat.
Seras continued, "Now! STAY! Good boy."
Logan growled.
With her right hand, Seras held Harry's open muzzle upwards and allowed her blood to dribble in from her left wrist. This lasted for ten seconds before the wrist's wound sealed itself.
"Is that enough, Master," asked Seras.
"More than enough, Seras. You must love your pets," answered Alucard. "Child, imagine that you are your blood within this doggie. He is almost dead, so his body can't resist you. Make yourself spread throughout his body and sense what is around you."
Seras' eyes closed as she tried to obey her former master.
"It's so dark… I don't think I can, Master."
"Don't think! That's so human. To be human is to allow this werewolf to succumb. Don't think! Be a vampire and just DO!"
Seras concentrated and then just left go of her beliefs. Harry's month, throat, stomach and esophagus were the first things she felt. The soft tissue around her was comforting, except sting of stomach acids that started to flow.
Managing all of her blood cell within the werewolf's body was impossible. They wanted to go down to the stomach to be digested, not through esophagus' lining and into the wolf's blood stream.
Seras' raven spirit chuckled. "Remember the trouble you have when you turn into a cloud of raven?"
"Right! Thanks, Baldrick," responded Seras.
She stopped tying to control each blood cell individually. Instead she thought of her blood as a cloud and as a cloud she migrated her blood through the esophagus' lining and into Harry's blood. Seras's blood started to mix with that of Harry's and flowed to all parts of his body.
Immediately Seras felt something was wrong. Feelings of evil, rot, and death bombarded her. The insidious source of those thoughts was all around her.
Not only did those feeling assaulted her, but it also attacked the cells of Harry's body. She reached out to find the source of those feeling only to find the fleeting shards of memories of beings being tortured in the pits of hell. Immediately Seras felt pain; it was like she was being burned alive.
"Seras, you must get rid of those thoughts from this body. You are not well fed enough to digest them," whispered Alucard into her mind.
Seras was confused. The evil essence was originating it foul feeling all over Harry's body. It was too many sources… unless she treated it like a cloud of tiny foul parts.
Seras vision blurred as she focused on the slimy gray essence only to see that it existed everywhere in Harry's blood veins that she was. She and the foulness were mixed together.
Seras started to work: to untangle her cloud of blood from the essence from the demon's blade and to herd that foulness to the disposal area: the stomach. She hoped that the stomach acids would wreak havoc on the rot.
As she pushed the last of the substance into the stomach, Seras felt pressure waves go through her as the werewolf's stomach muscles started to convulse.
Seras pulled herself back into own body and opened her eyes. She was in time to see Harry sit up and throw up all over her. He turned to his side and threw up again on the ground. The mixture of werewolf stomach acid and the demon blade's foulness on her skin and coat didn't amuse Seras at all. She had long ago stopp being grossed out by such things.
Harry groaned, but him breathing was stronger.
Christine leapt to Harry's side, helped him to sit up and asked, "Harry! Are you feeling better?"
"I feel like crap, Christine. In other words, yes I feel better," coughed out Harry.
Pallas brought out her canteen and started to pour its contents on Harry to help clean off the mess.
Seras stood up. While she was happy the Harry was doing better, she was a bit miffed that no one was helping her to clean the mess off of her. Alucard was grinning… No, he was smiling, not grinning. She was finally able to tell the difference. The two girls were fawning over Harry, and Logan… Logan was still stuck sitting by her mental controlling command.
Seras snapped out to Logan, "RELEASE!"
Logan stood up, both angry and relieved. He snapped, "Next time, I won't question what you are doing, but never do that to me again! Understand?"
Seras sourly nodded and added, "Yes, Mr. Logan."
Logan huffed and pulled out canteen. "Hold still," he commanded, and then he started to pour water to raise some of the cursed mess off of Seras.
As she was patiently as she was cleaned, her attention being pulled back to Harry. Harry was getting a little stronger with each passing minute. As she stared, Seras realized that it wasn't Harry she was staring at, but at her blood within him.
Pallas retrieved a couple more water filled canteen from the flipped over remains of the lorry.
As Pallas passed them out, she asked, "Do you want me to call a friend of mine in Docklands and see if he can arrange us a ride?"
Seras looked around. Harry was now sleeping peacefully, so she decided that she was in command. "Go ahead and make the call," answered Seras.
Pallas pulled out her cell phone and dialed a number.
When it was answered, she spoke in Chinese, "This is Pallas Fikias. I need to speak with Mr. Ma right now, sir."
A male voice responded, "Pallas! It's four thirty-two in the morning! I can't wake a person as important as Mr. Ma at this time in the morning."
"I beg you to do so, sir. The situation in London has gotten more complicated. We've just fought a skeleton demon."
There was a paused before the male voice responded, "Please wait. I'll check with Mr. Ma."
As Pallas waited, Seras asked, "What language were you just using?"
"Mandarin," responded Pallas, "I've made friends all over the world in my travels. Some, like the guy I'm calling, are very powerful. Most of my friends are not that influential."
Finally the neutral tone of Mr. Ma came onto the phone, "Hello, Miss Fikias. What do you have to report to me?"
"Please for forgive me for waking you this early, but the Hellsing group that I'm with has just defeated a skeleton demon and we've lost one of one teammates and our vehicle."
"Miss Fikias, what were you doing that incurred an attack by such a demon? Demons have not been common in these isles since the fall of British Empire. They are more common in Ireland when fighting against the vampires is more common."
"Sir, the group I'm with has the two Hellsing vampires in it, along with three werewolves, myself, and a combat cyborg. The cyborg was the one killed by the demon. We were investigating the kidnapping of an entire werewolf tribe. It looks like the Tower of London was the ones who sent the demon. I think we're going to raid the tower, sir. Can you send us a vehicle?"
Mr. Ma didn't answer the question. Instead he asked, "How was the demon destroyed? You are too small a party to kill such a creature."
"The monster easily overwhelmed the werewolves, the cyborg, and myself. The female vampire, Seras, was one the losing end of the battle with the monster. Then Alucard just ate the demon. It wasn't even a fight. Now these people are looking to attack the tower."
"Miss Fikias, I will find some trucks for you, and I may have someone willing to assault the Tower of London with you, but I may require you excellent ability to keep people calm. These people may not react well to your Hellsing monsters."
"What do you mean, sir?"
Mr. Ma explained.
Finally Pallas said, "This assignment is going to be hell. How come you always give the most dangerous assignments to Trevor and I?"
"Because I know I can depend on you. How is Trevor doing?"
"I believe he is still in the Hellsing hospital."
"Good. Well, good night, Miss Fikias."
"Good night, sir."
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Seras and the others waited for the vehicles to come. Seras was tense and she carried her Harkonnen. Pallas had told everyone about the people who might be coming.
Alucard was busy cleaning his gun and for once, he didn't smile. He finally grinned when he completed his task.
The headlights of two approaching vehicles came into view.
Pallas warned, "Everyone will stay back. I'll do the talking."
The two vehicles came to a stop just a short distance away. The dark lorries each had golden crosses inscribed on several parts of them. 'In the Vatican Service' was written on the sides of the lorries' trailers.
Seras was prepared for another fight.