Disclaimers: Hellsing is property of its owner/s.

Author's Note: I was rushing to finish all my other non-literary works so this took a real while to write. Thanks for all the reviews. Pardon the long lapse.

False Prophesy Part IV: Impaled by Blue Flame Burn

"Target at Fourteenth Street completely immobilized," Fergusson radioed.

"Is Alucard in the area?" Integra replied.

"No, Alucard is not part of this mission nor is he visible in the area. If he's in the shadows, I do not know," Fergusson said. Taking his hand off his earpiece, Fergusson called out to Celas, "Female Officer! Do you know where Alucard is?"

Laboring to dismantle the scope from her sniper rifle, Celas replied, "No sir! I have not seen him since. I don't know when."

Indeed, Celas has not seen her master for quite a while. That was strange. It was always her master's ritual to oversee her every mission. He was like a guardian, making sure that his spawn would not mess things up for the Institution. But tonight was different. It was as if Alucard was not there at all. Not even in the shadows.

***

Everything seemed to be frozen in time. Anderson lay sprawled on the ground, disfigured but not disheartened. At last, he may have finally slain the biggest game of them all, the great Alucard himself. He contented himself with maniacal laughs that echoed though the night. He should have retreated now after suffering much injury yet he chose to bask in the glory of his deed. He looked at the figure a few yards away from him.

Alucard, the great vampire Alucard half-kneeling down and suffering great torment and pain. His gloved hands wrapped around the hilt of the last impaled blade that stuck out from his chest. He felt no undead blood streaming down from his wounds. He felt only the icy pestilence of hellfire. But it was not hellfire. The legendary blade that has been sanctified and blessed by none other than the flesh and blood of Christ himself was inside of him. He was at a total loss for words. Perhaps for the first time, he met fear, panic and the possibility of an end.

In between Anderson's laughs he managed to speak a few words to his prey. "Go to. haha. hell. haha. vampire. May you burn with your demon kin. haha."

"It. burns." was all Alucard can mumble as he labored with the great sensation he was burdened with. He always found blessed blades irritating but this blade was not one of those. This was extraordinary. He felt pain, real pain.

"Of course it burns, you idiot! It should. haha. Soon, my fellow Iscariots will arrive to pick me up. Thanks to you, I could not use my sanctified parchments. But what a treat that would be. We will have the chance to see you suffer, demon!"

The two figures were just sprawled upon the ground. Anderson laughing to himself like the madman he was and Alucard knelt there, grimacing in pain.

***

Integra sat on her desk. Stress was very evident upon her face. She does not know where Alucard was. Alucard always appeared even just by calling him in her mind. This time, she really had no clue where he was. She continued puffing her small cigars. The room was filled with cigar smoke.

"Troubled?" Walter asked his master.

"I just do not know where he is, Walter," Integra answered her trusted servant.

"Aaah. Master Alucard. I see. Don't you remember that we always have control transmitters planted in every firearm we manufacture? Since Master Alucard uses the Cassul and the Jackal, we always have two transmitters on him," Walter said as he poured a cup of steaming tea in front of Integra. "By the way, Fergusson's team has just finished their mission, right? I'll have them track Master Alucard down."

"Then do it, Walter," Integra said with her eyes still staring blankly through the smoke.

Walter, nodded, picked up the silver tray that held the teapot, bowed and exited the room.

***

The Hellsing mobile armored personnel carrier bounded though the dark city streets. From inside, Fergusson received a radio call from Walter.

"Yes, Walter, we have a lock. I guess he's at the docks. He's not moving. Could it be? The Iscariots? We'll follow the signal there. I'll report back as soon as we find him."

"Don't make hasty judgments. Those are a bit rash coming from a field commander. Don't do anything impulsive. I'll notify Sir Integra," came the reply through Fergusson's radio.

***

"We have a lock on him. He's at the docks. Fergusson suspects that the Iscariots would have something to do with it. The signal has been stationary for quite sometime now. Very uncharacteristic of Master Alucard," Walter reported.

"Ready a car for me Walter. We're going to the docks."

***

There were two main roads that led to the docks. The road from the north was the main route to and from the city, the southwestern route led to the main avenue that leads out of the city. The two figures were almost motionless on the docks.

A few moments passed and a distant light shone through the southwestern road.

"Hahaha. I think the Iscariots are already here demon. Ready to die?" Anderson said with his ever-present smirk.

A class car and an unmarked van made its way through the wide space to the dock. It stopped a few meters from the two figures. The bright headlights lighted up the dark and grisly scene that the duel resulted in.

The van doors opened and five Iscariots filed up. The door of the car opened and out came a figure with spectacles and a ponytail. Enrico Maxwell arranged his eyeglasses to fit comfortably upon his nose. He was grinning and for a long while it was a true grin. At last, they may have had the great Alucard. Hellsing Institution might finally fall.

He whispered some instructions to the filed up Iscariots. And with eerie military precision, these zealots in priests' garbs carried out his instruction. They moved to assist Anderson.

"It's about time, fathers. Hahaha!" Anderson said to his colleagues as a half-joke. This was the worst injury, he as a regenerator, experienced. And it hurt pretty awfully.

Maxwell walked over to the still-kneeling Alucard. He towered over the grimacing figure in red.

"Does this hurt, vampire?" Maxwell grasped the hilt of the impaled blade, twisting it with sadistic pleasure. Alucard can only squirm in pain. "But do not worry, you won't die just yet. You're a real class vampire. I guess even this blade would not kill the hound from hell instantly."

As Maxwell taunted Alucard, lights shone from the north road.

"Sir, Hellsing Institution is coming," Maxwell's Iscariot assistant said.

"So, the bitch sent some backup. Is Anderson loaded? We can't risk open confrontation with Hellsing. But what should we worry, we've got this dog." Maxwell kicked Alucard. The vampire fell backwards. "Just wait for me while I taunt that bitch," referring to Integra. Maxwell finally got the best of Hellsing.

The APC followed by Integra's car parked near the two figures. Hellsing troopers filed out instantly. Celas quickly surveyed the scene. Her quick and clear vampire eyes immediately saw the figure in red impaled with blades.

"Master!" Cleas exclaimed. She ran towards the sprawled figure. She saw Maxwell and recognized his Catholic garments. "Iscariots!" Celas knelt down to cradle her master. Ignoring the looming figure of Maxwell, Celas attended her master. "Master? Master? Answer me master."

Celas touched the hilt of the Longinus blade. Her hand immediately burned. "Aaaaaaah!" Celas let out.

"Hahahaha! Another vampire," Maxwell said. Celas looked at Maxwell with panic and confusion.

Integra came out from her car and with the greatest resolve and self- control, held back her panic as she saw Alucard's figure impaled with the glimmering blade.

"So you came bitch," Maxwell taunted Integra.

Integra walked towards the three figures of the triumphant Maxwell, the confused Celas and Alucard.

"What is the meaning of this, Judas priest?" Integra asked.

"Well take a look for yourself. Look at your famous pet. See him squirm in pain," Maxwell replied.

Integra's body shook with panic yet she tried hard not to show weakness in front of her men and especially when dealing with this pig, Maxwell. She continued to try.

"See that silver blade. That is the blade of the spear of Longinus, re- forged for a single purpose. If you thought your pet was immortal, hahaha, that's the end of your vampire right there." Maxwell laughed with glee. "I doubt if you can do anything about it. We estimate that the full effect of the sanctification of that cursed being will take about three days. We know Hellsing would be helpless without its prime agent."

Integra could only listen. Her eyes shifted from Maxwell to Alucard and from Alucard to Maxwell. She clenched her fist tighter.

"I suggest you prepare the terms of your surrender within that time so afterwards, you can have all the glorious time to see you pet die, bitch!"

Maxwell turned his back on the three figures and started walking towards his ride. He stopped and turned back. "Oh, I forgot, you could reach me through this." Maxwell threw a paper at Integra's direction. He entered his car and immediately, the Iscariot convoy made its way back through the southwestern road.

The piece of paper floated gently through the London air. Integra caught it in midair. A glimpse of the violet color of dawn peeked from the horizon.

"Master, what can we do?" Celas asked her master totally bewildered why her master did not pull this one through. Alucard can only reply a ghostly moan.

"We'll see what we can do, we'll see." Integra said in indirect reply, still clenching the piece of paper tighter and tighter in her hands.

No one saw it, but for a long time since, Integra's eyes finally welled with tears.

To be continued.