Author's notes: Because I didn't stick them onto the first chapter. One, I make this stuff up as I go. Two: I, of course, do not own Hellsing or Hellsing characters. I ~do own this story, and still a small fraction of my immortal soul.
It had started to rain half an hour ago and both men were already soaked through. Anderson fell hard against the brick wall of a building, bracing himself against it with his shoulder. He gritted his teeth and panted for air as the torn flesh of his chest knitted itself back together painfully. With the wet, his jacket was getting heavy and slowing up his motions so he stripped it off angrily and pushed himself off the wall. This was not going as well as he'd imagined, and quite frankly, it was getting ridiculous. They'd been at this for a good hour now, each landing devastating blows to the other, waiting for the recovery and attacking again, neither giving any ground. The Paladin raised his arms and charged the vampire again.
Alucard was faring little better, the priest's seals blocked his more formidable darker powers and he was nearly out of ammunition. He fired another four rounds into the other man's chest and face just before his arm was cleaved free from his shoulder. He stepped aside and let the Paladin fall on his face on the pavement and then sat down upon the stoop of the derelict building who's lot they were using.
"You are fun, Catholic, but this is going nowhere. I appear to be out of bullets and you, well, you can barely stand on your own." He chuckled. Anderson forced his hands under his chest and pushed himself up with a growl. "I can stand just fine." He got to his feet; arms hanging at his sides, blades clutched loosely in his hands "Get up."
Alucard looked up at him with his usual arrogant grin, his once well-groomed hair now a mass of wild black tendrils. "Wouldn't you rather wait until your left eye comes back, Father?" The vampire produced and lit a cigarette as his severed arm rejoined with the rest of his body. Anderson fairly roared at him and lashed out, lodging both his blades in the creature's chest "Get up! Get up, now!"
"If I knew you were going to be so persistent, I would have brought more ammunition." Alucard got to his feet, pulling the blades free of his body and throwing them away from himself with some force into a fenced and vacant lot across the way. Anderson struck out again, sinking two blades into the vampire's back and forcing them all the way through his body with a guttural and forced laugh. Alucard grunted in response turned, grabbing the man by his shoulders and jerked him toward himself with a snarl. The priest struggled against the monster with some surprise as his own blades were driven into his chest, pinning them together and bringing him face to face with his hated foe.
Alucard's eyes burned into him and his grin had disappeared "You're tired, Father. I suggest you go home now and come back to continue this when you have your strength."
"I swore I would kill you last time we met." Anderson panted and tried to push the other man away, but his depleted strength was useless against vampiric stamina. Alucard had him like a vice. "Let me go." Green eyes smoldered behind his glasses.
"So you can kill me? And what will you do then? Go home to your orphanage and read your boys a bedtime story?" the vampire laughed again "Is that really what you want, Paladin?"
"When you're out of the way, I'll move on to my next assignment! Until all of your filthy kind is wiped from the face of the earth!" Anderson increased his struggle, still useless but unrelenting. Alucard sneered and shoved the man backward, pulled the blades from his back and flung them at the priest.
"I admire your determination, but you're on the point of madness. Go home, Judas priest." The vampire stepped backward into the shadows and faded. Anderson scrambled to his feet and grabbed his blades, rushing forward and slashing wildly at the empty space where his enemy had been .
"God damn you, Alucard! You bastard, come back and fight me!" he screamed and cut at the air, his blade coming into contact with the brick of the old building and splintering in his grasp, the shards flying back into his face. He screamed again and dropped to his knees, clawing at the bleeding mess of his features.