Disclaimers: Hellsing is property of its owner/s.
Author's Note: If you are thinking the plot is taking too long to unravel that is because I am taking my time in developing a story that would be somewhat autonomous to the series' timeline but would not make the characters too out of their profiles. However, I chose to use some allusions to some incidents in the series slightly contradicting my choice of autonomy. I guess that cannot be helped. Hey, this is fan fiction.
Violence in this chapter.
False Prophesy Part III: The Lone Hound Hunts by Blue Flame Burn
Anderson found himself busy scouring the London subways for those sporadic ghouls again. The popularity of the use of the FREAK chip was indeed alarming. He did allot a bulk of his time in Rome prowling the cobbled roads for those renegade low class "vampires."
Even though he considered these mongrel types as wastes of his time and effort he chose to busy himself with them. He had the time to waste anyway. He was waiting for another fight with the top dog. Alucard was his main goal and it would bring him the greatest satisfaction to be the slayer of such a prize. No one else in his division could claim that title. If he rid the Hellsing Institution of its prime possession, the Iscariots would be the top vampire slaying division without question and opposition.
He remembered that the subway was his last encounter with Alucard. He really thought he had succeeded in chopping off Alucard's head. He forgot that Alucard was just no ordinary vampire who would be killed through mere decapitation. But Alucard merely underestimated him too. He was a regenerator and as of now he has regained full control of his appendages that were shot off during their last encounter.
He relished the feel of a blessed blade going through undead flesh. He knew that if he prowled London long enough by stalking these pathetic excuses for vampires, Hellsing Institution will show up and hopefully Alucard would be along with them.
The light at the end of the tunnel shone brightly reflecting his blades. Anderson laughed like a maniac as he stabbed the last of the ghouls on the subway tracks.
***
Integra had spent a few nights awake again trying to establish contact with Enrico Maxwell, the imprudent and arrogant bastard head of the Iscariot Division. It was a big blow to her knight's pride to initiate "negotiations." Instigating these bureaucratic formalities was not her forte. She always had her teams to handle all the paperwork. However this was different. This was agency against agency. They had the same line of work but they trod different methods, ways and beliefs. Hellsing was Protestant while the Iscariots were popish bastards.
Where the hell was Alucard? Aside from slaying matters, Integra needed Alucard for some other things. He was her servant, a slave, but she always knew that Alucard was ever powerful. He would gain freedom from any human's clutch anytime he wanted. Alucard chose to serve her and his word was good for every damn time she would get into any mess. Somehow, she needed to feel at ease. The moments when Alucard teases her and mildly ridicules her were the few times she felt that way.
She inhaled her small cigar with relish. At least she had one of those at her side. As for now, cigars were her best company. She thought about that new one, the police officer. Alucard seemed to be proud of his creation. Fergusson seemed pleased at the rookie's development. Talking to her moments ago seemed awkward. Personnel, however, was her not prime problem now. She had to deal with the Iscariots.
For sure, the Queen does not now of this. As Defender of the Faith, the Queen will feel insulted if she knows of this "insult" by Rome. As Sir Integral Hellsing, a knight in the Queens service, she must not let this issue get out of hand. The unresolved FREAK chip controversy has taken its toll on Hellsing as an institution. Her troops have been busy scouring England to rid it of those low-class vampires. She even tapped Alucard to take care some of these. Monitoring every FREAK movement was almost impossible. Hellsing needed to fulfill its prime task first of defending the crown and its servants. Resolving bureaucratic matters should come second. Then again, these were Iscariots. This could ensue in a grand religious debate.
Walter entered the room to bring her some tea. She declined dinner and tea was good enough for her.
"Walter, if you were an Iscariot, why would you have to deal with a place totally out of your league and jurisdiction?" Integra asked the Hellsing steward. She always sought the thoughts of the wise, ever dependable and trusted house servant.
"Perhaps it would be because of something that England has that every part of the world does not have," Walter answered as he put the cup of tea down his master's desk.
"And that would be."
"The prize of any vampire slaying group - Master Alucard of course," Walter calmly said.
Alucard. Indeed, that was it. If they could take Alucard down and with him probably would be the whole Institution. They knew that the prime reason of House Hellsing's enduring legacy is the existence of its prime weapon - Alucard.
"Send for Alucard, Walter."
And where was he? Integra was again lost in thoughts.
***
Alucard did not fall into any of the typical stereotypes of vampires. Myth and commercialization of their concept irritated him. If he had a chance he would have insulted that Stoker guy or that female writer person who had exploited his kind.
The moon was not quite full that night. And he chose to prowl the streets for amusement. He refrained from biting people for the sport of it a long time ago. Though he broke the long spell with Celas and he had this really strong urge to turn Integra into one of them. But he was not out to bite. He was out to have fun.
Fun. Everything seemed so relative in differing points of view. Chancing upon one of those low-class vampires or some of those ghouls would be fine enough for him. He would at least have a chance to fire some good rounds. But that Judas-priest, now that was a prize. If he chanced upon him tonight, that would be great. He always had fun tussling with that regenerator. It was fun toying with that monster and putting a bullet through his head satisfies some sadistic pleasures that Alucard had, though he found the "tickle" of those blessed blades a bit of a bother.
Alucard jumped from roof to roof with the prized smirk on his face.
***
Celas was quite disturbed by that conversation she had with Integra. That was her master's master. She always felt ill at ease with that person. Conversation? She chose to correct herself in her own thoughts. All she did was nod.
She never saw all of these coming. She just signed up for the force because her dad was a police officer. She never expected that one day on duty a vampire would just bite her and turn her into one. She remembered that night in Cheddars town. It was her decision anyway. She could not blame anyone else. Not even her master. But somehow, she thought Alucard made the decision easy, but not quite clear.
She just downed another pack of medical blood and she was starting to accept her fate as a blood drinker for the rest of her life.
***
Alexander Anderson yelped in glee. He knew that red cloak and wide brimmed hat floating in the thick London fog. At last, after thrusting his blades pathetically into ghouls and low-class ones, the big payoff was in stalking distance. He sprinted along the side streets in reckless pursuits of that figure hovering in the night sky. And as he ran he brandished two of his blades quickly and prayed under his breath, "May God send you to the eternal flames of Hell, monster!"
***
Alucard knew of the lanky dog chasing him from the ground. He knew that this was going to be fun. At last, this was another chance to play with that Judas-priest. He chose to get as far from all the racket and commotion of those humans. He headed for the docks where the fog was thicker and the sirens of ships can disguise the sound of clashing metal.
***
Anderson bounded through the London maze towards the docks. He knew that Alucard was almost omniscient and knew of his presence and pursuit even when he started it. At last, by the light of a fading lamppost, he saw his prey standing there, as if waiting for him. Indeed Alucard was.
"Hahaha!" At last you decided to face me Hellsing dog!
"Bah! Why did you present me with another chance to toy with you, stupid Roman bitch!" Alucard retorted as he floated to face his adversary. He drew his guns and cocked them with his teeth.
"Bitch, the only bitch here on earth is that pathetic master of yours," Anderson spat as he positioned his blades in the usual cross, his preparatory stance for engagement. "Face me, hound of hell!"
The taller figure ran towards the other in full speed brandishing his blades in expert swings. Alucard used to this type of swordplay from his opponent, dodged the blows. He had calculated the usual style of Anderson: two alternating swings to the left, an upward swing from the right arm and a following thrust with the other. If he escaped these, which he always had, it would be followed by a back thrust with the left blade again. That was what exactly happened.
"Your style has not changed stupid priest. If you thought your opponent would not memorize your stupid patterned swings, think again."
"And what about this," Anderson said as he let a stream of sacred sheets of litany into the air. Each sheet found a lamppost, pinned by smaller blades."
"Those stupid sheets of toilet paper again. You defiled this place again!"
At the second engagement, Anderson became more aggressive almost tripling the speed of his swings and thrusts. Only Alucard's uncanny vampire sense prevented his opponent from slicing him into a thousand shreds. Alucard got tired of playing the defensive end. He decided to counter attack. He trapped Anderson's left blade with the trigger guard of his left pistol. Tensed by this sudden defensive and non-evasive maneuver, Anderson tried to slice through the gunmetal.
That split second of tense effort was Alucard need to fire a shot of his other gun shooting of the index finger of Anderson's left hand.
"Aaaargh!" Anderson let out a cry as he withdrew from close quarters.
Alucard stooped down to pick up the torn off finger off the ground. "Such reckless abandon for these things, huh? How long does it take for you to grow these?" Alucard mockingly asked his withdrawn opponent tossing it high in the air and fired at it with four successive shots almost totally obliterating the dismembered finger.
Anderson stood from his kneeled position and posed into the cross arm formation again. "A finger does not trouble me that much."
The two figures clashed again in furious frenzy. The loss of a finger somehow drove the priest to battle frenzy. Alucard tried not to be overcome by blood lust. He becomes a little reckless at the sight of blood. Anderson's blows seemed to be the fastest Alucard had seen the swordsman swing. This time Anderson got lucky as he caught Alucard's left arm with a furious swing. The blow sliced what was supposed to be the clavicle in a human. The 454 Cassul clanged as it fell to the cobbled walk. Alucard's left arm dangled from the intact piece of flesh.
"Care for more, vampire?" Anderson asked with a smile on his face.
Alucard took time reattaching his arm with his powers of regeneration. The blade's sting however, angered him. With his telekinetic powers, he got hold of his prodigal pistol. "That pissed me off priest. Prepare to die, monster."
The third engagement was the most furious ever. Alucard became more offensive firing shot after shot searching for a hit between the priest's eyes. Anderson responded with equal gusto, swinging and thrusting. He was able to stab Alucard about eight times while he got shot a number of times too.
Vampire and regenerator blood spilled on the docks. A momentary breather gave both figures space. Alucard had around four blades impaled in his abdomen and two in his chest. Anderson had his whole left arm shot away compounded by a disabled right leg and a torn-off ear. This seemed to favor Alucard. It took a while for a regenerator to regain torn off limbs while he only needed to pull out the bothersome blades to fight again. His Cassul was empty and he still had a full clip in his Jackal. He just stood there laughing calmly. He watched the priest pant loudly from the exhausting engagement.
"You think I have lost, don't you? I have lost my limbs and you only have those blades stuck inside of you. Pull them out if you will." Anderson said in between breaths.
Alucard pulled out the stinging blades one by one. He pulled out all four from his belly and one from his chest. As he prepared to pull out the last one he heard the priest laugh slyly.
As he wrapped his fingers around the remaining blade's handle he felt something totally different. He became aware that this was no ordinary blade. The ordinary blessed blade only stung him but this, this blade burned like it was hellfire itself.
"Can't pull it out, vampire? Just feel it burn your demon guts."
"What is this?" It was the first time Alucard was alarmed by anything. He felt the blade burn. It was far different than just having his body torn off. He knew he could bring himself back but this was far different. He felt himself disintegrating.
"Cast from one of the scared treasure of the Roman Catholic Church. Behold demon, the blade that pierced Christ's side - the blade of the Spear of Longinus! Hahahaha!" Anderson's maniacal laugh echoed in the London fog.
Alucard sank to his knees, this might be the time he would meet mortality.
To be continued.
Author's Note: If you are thinking the plot is taking too long to unravel that is because I am taking my time in developing a story that would be somewhat autonomous to the series' timeline but would not make the characters too out of their profiles. However, I chose to use some allusions to some incidents in the series slightly contradicting my choice of autonomy. I guess that cannot be helped. Hey, this is fan fiction.
Violence in this chapter.
False Prophesy Part III: The Lone Hound Hunts by Blue Flame Burn
Anderson found himself busy scouring the London subways for those sporadic ghouls again. The popularity of the use of the FREAK chip was indeed alarming. He did allot a bulk of his time in Rome prowling the cobbled roads for those renegade low class "vampires."
Even though he considered these mongrel types as wastes of his time and effort he chose to busy himself with them. He had the time to waste anyway. He was waiting for another fight with the top dog. Alucard was his main goal and it would bring him the greatest satisfaction to be the slayer of such a prize. No one else in his division could claim that title. If he rid the Hellsing Institution of its prime possession, the Iscariots would be the top vampire slaying division without question and opposition.
He remembered that the subway was his last encounter with Alucard. He really thought he had succeeded in chopping off Alucard's head. He forgot that Alucard was just no ordinary vampire who would be killed through mere decapitation. But Alucard merely underestimated him too. He was a regenerator and as of now he has regained full control of his appendages that were shot off during their last encounter.
He relished the feel of a blessed blade going through undead flesh. He knew that if he prowled London long enough by stalking these pathetic excuses for vampires, Hellsing Institution will show up and hopefully Alucard would be along with them.
The light at the end of the tunnel shone brightly reflecting his blades. Anderson laughed like a maniac as he stabbed the last of the ghouls on the subway tracks.
***
Integra had spent a few nights awake again trying to establish contact with Enrico Maxwell, the imprudent and arrogant bastard head of the Iscariot Division. It was a big blow to her knight's pride to initiate "negotiations." Instigating these bureaucratic formalities was not her forte. She always had her teams to handle all the paperwork. However this was different. This was agency against agency. They had the same line of work but they trod different methods, ways and beliefs. Hellsing was Protestant while the Iscariots were popish bastards.
Where the hell was Alucard? Aside from slaying matters, Integra needed Alucard for some other things. He was her servant, a slave, but she always knew that Alucard was ever powerful. He would gain freedom from any human's clutch anytime he wanted. Alucard chose to serve her and his word was good for every damn time she would get into any mess. Somehow, she needed to feel at ease. The moments when Alucard teases her and mildly ridicules her were the few times she felt that way.
She inhaled her small cigar with relish. At least she had one of those at her side. As for now, cigars were her best company. She thought about that new one, the police officer. Alucard seemed to be proud of his creation. Fergusson seemed pleased at the rookie's development. Talking to her moments ago seemed awkward. Personnel, however, was her not prime problem now. She had to deal with the Iscariots.
For sure, the Queen does not now of this. As Defender of the Faith, the Queen will feel insulted if she knows of this "insult" by Rome. As Sir Integral Hellsing, a knight in the Queens service, she must not let this issue get out of hand. The unresolved FREAK chip controversy has taken its toll on Hellsing as an institution. Her troops have been busy scouring England to rid it of those low-class vampires. She even tapped Alucard to take care some of these. Monitoring every FREAK movement was almost impossible. Hellsing needed to fulfill its prime task first of defending the crown and its servants. Resolving bureaucratic matters should come second. Then again, these were Iscariots. This could ensue in a grand religious debate.
Walter entered the room to bring her some tea. She declined dinner and tea was good enough for her.
"Walter, if you were an Iscariot, why would you have to deal with a place totally out of your league and jurisdiction?" Integra asked the Hellsing steward. She always sought the thoughts of the wise, ever dependable and trusted house servant.
"Perhaps it would be because of something that England has that every part of the world does not have," Walter answered as he put the cup of tea down his master's desk.
"And that would be."
"The prize of any vampire slaying group - Master Alucard of course," Walter calmly said.
Alucard. Indeed, that was it. If they could take Alucard down and with him probably would be the whole Institution. They knew that the prime reason of House Hellsing's enduring legacy is the existence of its prime weapon - Alucard.
"Send for Alucard, Walter."
And where was he? Integra was again lost in thoughts.
***
Alucard did not fall into any of the typical stereotypes of vampires. Myth and commercialization of their concept irritated him. If he had a chance he would have insulted that Stoker guy or that female writer person who had exploited his kind.
The moon was not quite full that night. And he chose to prowl the streets for amusement. He refrained from biting people for the sport of it a long time ago. Though he broke the long spell with Celas and he had this really strong urge to turn Integra into one of them. But he was not out to bite. He was out to have fun.
Fun. Everything seemed so relative in differing points of view. Chancing upon one of those low-class vampires or some of those ghouls would be fine enough for him. He would at least have a chance to fire some good rounds. But that Judas-priest, now that was a prize. If he chanced upon him tonight, that would be great. He always had fun tussling with that regenerator. It was fun toying with that monster and putting a bullet through his head satisfies some sadistic pleasures that Alucard had, though he found the "tickle" of those blessed blades a bit of a bother.
Alucard jumped from roof to roof with the prized smirk on his face.
***
Celas was quite disturbed by that conversation she had with Integra. That was her master's master. She always felt ill at ease with that person. Conversation? She chose to correct herself in her own thoughts. All she did was nod.
She never saw all of these coming. She just signed up for the force because her dad was a police officer. She never expected that one day on duty a vampire would just bite her and turn her into one. She remembered that night in Cheddars town. It was her decision anyway. She could not blame anyone else. Not even her master. But somehow, she thought Alucard made the decision easy, but not quite clear.
She just downed another pack of medical blood and she was starting to accept her fate as a blood drinker for the rest of her life.
***
Alexander Anderson yelped in glee. He knew that red cloak and wide brimmed hat floating in the thick London fog. At last, after thrusting his blades pathetically into ghouls and low-class ones, the big payoff was in stalking distance. He sprinted along the side streets in reckless pursuits of that figure hovering in the night sky. And as he ran he brandished two of his blades quickly and prayed under his breath, "May God send you to the eternal flames of Hell, monster!"
***
Alucard knew of the lanky dog chasing him from the ground. He knew that this was going to be fun. At last, this was another chance to play with that Judas-priest. He chose to get as far from all the racket and commotion of those humans. He headed for the docks where the fog was thicker and the sirens of ships can disguise the sound of clashing metal.
***
Anderson bounded through the London maze towards the docks. He knew that Alucard was almost omniscient and knew of his presence and pursuit even when he started it. At last, by the light of a fading lamppost, he saw his prey standing there, as if waiting for him. Indeed Alucard was.
"Hahaha!" At last you decided to face me Hellsing dog!
"Bah! Why did you present me with another chance to toy with you, stupid Roman bitch!" Alucard retorted as he floated to face his adversary. He drew his guns and cocked them with his teeth.
"Bitch, the only bitch here on earth is that pathetic master of yours," Anderson spat as he positioned his blades in the usual cross, his preparatory stance for engagement. "Face me, hound of hell!"
The taller figure ran towards the other in full speed brandishing his blades in expert swings. Alucard used to this type of swordplay from his opponent, dodged the blows. He had calculated the usual style of Anderson: two alternating swings to the left, an upward swing from the right arm and a following thrust with the other. If he escaped these, which he always had, it would be followed by a back thrust with the left blade again. That was what exactly happened.
"Your style has not changed stupid priest. If you thought your opponent would not memorize your stupid patterned swings, think again."
"And what about this," Anderson said as he let a stream of sacred sheets of litany into the air. Each sheet found a lamppost, pinned by smaller blades."
"Those stupid sheets of toilet paper again. You defiled this place again!"
At the second engagement, Anderson became more aggressive almost tripling the speed of his swings and thrusts. Only Alucard's uncanny vampire sense prevented his opponent from slicing him into a thousand shreds. Alucard got tired of playing the defensive end. He decided to counter attack. He trapped Anderson's left blade with the trigger guard of his left pistol. Tensed by this sudden defensive and non-evasive maneuver, Anderson tried to slice through the gunmetal.
That split second of tense effort was Alucard need to fire a shot of his other gun shooting of the index finger of Anderson's left hand.
"Aaaargh!" Anderson let out a cry as he withdrew from close quarters.
Alucard stooped down to pick up the torn off finger off the ground. "Such reckless abandon for these things, huh? How long does it take for you to grow these?" Alucard mockingly asked his withdrawn opponent tossing it high in the air and fired at it with four successive shots almost totally obliterating the dismembered finger.
Anderson stood from his kneeled position and posed into the cross arm formation again. "A finger does not trouble me that much."
The two figures clashed again in furious frenzy. The loss of a finger somehow drove the priest to battle frenzy. Alucard tried not to be overcome by blood lust. He becomes a little reckless at the sight of blood. Anderson's blows seemed to be the fastest Alucard had seen the swordsman swing. This time Anderson got lucky as he caught Alucard's left arm with a furious swing. The blow sliced what was supposed to be the clavicle in a human. The 454 Cassul clanged as it fell to the cobbled walk. Alucard's left arm dangled from the intact piece of flesh.
"Care for more, vampire?" Anderson asked with a smile on his face.
Alucard took time reattaching his arm with his powers of regeneration. The blade's sting however, angered him. With his telekinetic powers, he got hold of his prodigal pistol. "That pissed me off priest. Prepare to die, monster."
The third engagement was the most furious ever. Alucard became more offensive firing shot after shot searching for a hit between the priest's eyes. Anderson responded with equal gusto, swinging and thrusting. He was able to stab Alucard about eight times while he got shot a number of times too.
Vampire and regenerator blood spilled on the docks. A momentary breather gave both figures space. Alucard had around four blades impaled in his abdomen and two in his chest. Anderson had his whole left arm shot away compounded by a disabled right leg and a torn-off ear. This seemed to favor Alucard. It took a while for a regenerator to regain torn off limbs while he only needed to pull out the bothersome blades to fight again. His Cassul was empty and he still had a full clip in his Jackal. He just stood there laughing calmly. He watched the priest pant loudly from the exhausting engagement.
"You think I have lost, don't you? I have lost my limbs and you only have those blades stuck inside of you. Pull them out if you will." Anderson said in between breaths.
Alucard pulled out the stinging blades one by one. He pulled out all four from his belly and one from his chest. As he prepared to pull out the last one he heard the priest laugh slyly.
As he wrapped his fingers around the remaining blade's handle he felt something totally different. He became aware that this was no ordinary blade. The ordinary blessed blade only stung him but this, this blade burned like it was hellfire itself.
"Can't pull it out, vampire? Just feel it burn your demon guts."
"What is this?" It was the first time Alucard was alarmed by anything. He felt the blade burn. It was far different than just having his body torn off. He knew he could bring himself back but this was far different. He felt himself disintegrating.
"Cast from one of the scared treasure of the Roman Catholic Church. Behold demon, the blade that pierced Christ's side - the blade of the Spear of Longinus! Hahahaha!" Anderson's maniacal laugh echoed in the London fog.
Alucard sank to his knees, this might be the time he would meet mortality.
To be continued.
