Chapter 7! I never thought this one would go past four chapters, but as
usual, my fics tend to prove me wrong.
Thank you to all the reviewers out there who liked this weird little jump
in to the Catholic side of Hellsing, and it's time to answer comments that
caught my attention as I looked over the reviews.
Kamikaze the Twooth, well, I'll just try to explain the thoughts behind my last chapter. Anderson had been humbled when he received the orders to train the men in his image, and then he was basically excommunicated from the Vatican by being sent to the parish in Boston. So he was trying to imitate the servants of God in the Bible by keeping true to the exact words of the faith and by being the most humble and gracious servant he could be, for then perhaps God would restore him to his former position in Section XIII. To me, this isn't far fetched of an idea for a religious fanatic like Anderson.
Then there's the sudden mood shift in the middle of chapter 6. I attribute that to the old lingering bloodlust that Anderson was missing from not being active in his duties with the Vatican. This is also brought to him in part of knowing that a large number of his students died, including his favorite (Akimbe), and the kindest man he had ever met (Pulaski). A fanatic like Anderson would want revenge (though it's a sin) because 'an eye for an eye, a hand for a hand' etc, and the fact that as he said to Seras, it was a way of ridding the world from one of its temptations.
And finally, Seras's death. Seeing as how she wasn't killed by a blade before in the series, sunlight was my next idea as to how I could kill her, so taking her out in to the sun and holding her there would be deadly for a fledgling like herself, in this story's world. And as for why I had Anderson kill her off? It's that revenge motive again. Anderson sees himself as ridding the world of a demon, AND he gets to hurt Hellsing and Alucard at the same time. He'd be a fool not to kill Seras when thought of that way.
Hope that makes some sense Kamikaze and everyone else who thinks I'm a Seras-basher. ^_^
~*~*~*~*~
"This is going to be an all-out war." Alexander Anderson smiled as he paced continuously before the three priests in the hotel room with him, gloved hands folded behind his back. "Hellsing is still understaffed, but they only have one vampire in their service now. If the four of us can attack him at the same time, I do believe we can finally send his demon back to the bowels of Hell."
"I still think we should call for our brothers that still remain in the service of the Knights." McCallister sighed as he folded his hands in his lap in order to still his nervous finger drumming against his leg. "We will need all the help we can get if we are going after THE vampire."
Anderson halted abruptly, turning on his heel to glare through dull glasses at the American that had just made the wretched comment, degrading the skills of the Catholic Knights.
"God is the only ally we need. It is He who lends us His Spirit to command demons back to Hell." With a smirk, Anderson turned to stare out the window of the hotel room, watching the grey sky above the cathedral that they had chosen to stay near during their tenure in the United Kingdom. "Besides, what could Fitzpatrick and Pennington possibly do to help?"
The other priests turned their eyes from their teacher, remaining silent as to not agitate Father Anderson any more. They had apparently known him when he was considered sane, for the man that paced before them, speaking of their new orders and how they would exterminate the demon Alucard and rid the world of the Protestant whore known as Integral Hellsing, was definitely not the same man that had been their instructor.
So the men just listened, terrified of what would happen when Anderson decided to take his plan into battle.
~*~*~*~*~
Jude van Baalen blessed himself for the thirty-eighth time this night as he begged God for protection before peering around a corner of the Hellsing Manor's halls as he quietly and unobtrusively made his way toward the security system center of the building. As the only priest of the order that was considered technologically advanced, it was his honor and duty to be the first inside the manor house and to be the one that would give his brothers the time needed to complete their self-granted mission.
He prayed that every one of them would be able to go home safe and unharmed, even Father Anderson.
Picking up a silent jog, Father Jude pulled his blessed blades from his coat as he entered the empty security center, his eyes wide from the shock of not having to confront a soul about why he wanted to take over the cameras.
Then it hit him. Hellsing knew that the priests were coming.
"St. Michael, the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be-"
Laughter, deep, sadistic laughter was filling the room as he prayed, and not wanting his brothers to enter the manor house, but knowing they would be easier prey if they waited outside if he could not follow through with his mission, Father Jude rushed over to the computers and began hacking his way in to the security system.
"our safeguard against the wiles and wickedness of the devil. Restrain him, O God, we humbly beseech Thee;"
"Praying to one of the Catholic idols Judas?" The mocking laughter came again after the comment as the room grew increasingly colder, but Father Jude continued his hacking and prayers.
"and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host-"
Jude van Baalen froze as he felt a marble-like hand placed upon his shoulder just before feeling the barrel of a gun placed against the back of his head. He knew that he was a regenerator, but how would he ever survive a bullet to his brain?
"I would suggest you start praying, Catholic, but as you can see, it doesn't work."
Jude just nodded, still feeling the gun against his skull. Could Father Anderson survive this kind of injury? He wasn't too certain that even the teacher could handle that kind of punishment. In his native Flemish, he began the Rosary as he closed his eyes awaiting the warm embrace of God's love that would be his upon death.
Alucard nudged him toward the console. "Continue with your work Judas. I want to have a little fun tonight."
Keeping with his Rosary, and making sure to use the Sorrowful Mysteries inbetween the sets of prayers he quietly spoke, the Belgian priest quickly finished turning the security system off, the signal to his fellow members of the Catholic Knights that they could easily enter the building undetected.
And with a smirk, Alucard cocked the trigger of his Jackal as van Baalen finished his work, shooting him at point blank range in the back of his head before grabbing him around the waist and draining his blood.
Granted, the method took too long for killing regenerators in this method to be considered effective, but at least killed them because by taking their blood, the nanomachines left their bodies, leaving them quite injury prone.
Picking up the body, Alucard dragged it near the stairway so that Anderson and the others would know that they had been set up.
"The moon is quite beautiful tonight." Alucard just chuckled as he dropped the body while he looked out the window at the reddened sky.
Kamikaze the Twooth, well, I'll just try to explain the thoughts behind my last chapter. Anderson had been humbled when he received the orders to train the men in his image, and then he was basically excommunicated from the Vatican by being sent to the parish in Boston. So he was trying to imitate the servants of God in the Bible by keeping true to the exact words of the faith and by being the most humble and gracious servant he could be, for then perhaps God would restore him to his former position in Section XIII. To me, this isn't far fetched of an idea for a religious fanatic like Anderson.
Then there's the sudden mood shift in the middle of chapter 6. I attribute that to the old lingering bloodlust that Anderson was missing from not being active in his duties with the Vatican. This is also brought to him in part of knowing that a large number of his students died, including his favorite (Akimbe), and the kindest man he had ever met (Pulaski). A fanatic like Anderson would want revenge (though it's a sin) because 'an eye for an eye, a hand for a hand' etc, and the fact that as he said to Seras, it was a way of ridding the world from one of its temptations.
And finally, Seras's death. Seeing as how she wasn't killed by a blade before in the series, sunlight was my next idea as to how I could kill her, so taking her out in to the sun and holding her there would be deadly for a fledgling like herself, in this story's world. And as for why I had Anderson kill her off? It's that revenge motive again. Anderson sees himself as ridding the world of a demon, AND he gets to hurt Hellsing and Alucard at the same time. He'd be a fool not to kill Seras when thought of that way.
Hope that makes some sense Kamikaze and everyone else who thinks I'm a Seras-basher. ^_^
~*~*~*~*~
"This is going to be an all-out war." Alexander Anderson smiled as he paced continuously before the three priests in the hotel room with him, gloved hands folded behind his back. "Hellsing is still understaffed, but they only have one vampire in their service now. If the four of us can attack him at the same time, I do believe we can finally send his demon back to the bowels of Hell."
"I still think we should call for our brothers that still remain in the service of the Knights." McCallister sighed as he folded his hands in his lap in order to still his nervous finger drumming against his leg. "We will need all the help we can get if we are going after THE vampire."
Anderson halted abruptly, turning on his heel to glare through dull glasses at the American that had just made the wretched comment, degrading the skills of the Catholic Knights.
"God is the only ally we need. It is He who lends us His Spirit to command demons back to Hell." With a smirk, Anderson turned to stare out the window of the hotel room, watching the grey sky above the cathedral that they had chosen to stay near during their tenure in the United Kingdom. "Besides, what could Fitzpatrick and Pennington possibly do to help?"
The other priests turned their eyes from their teacher, remaining silent as to not agitate Father Anderson any more. They had apparently known him when he was considered sane, for the man that paced before them, speaking of their new orders and how they would exterminate the demon Alucard and rid the world of the Protestant whore known as Integral Hellsing, was definitely not the same man that had been their instructor.
So the men just listened, terrified of what would happen when Anderson decided to take his plan into battle.
~*~*~*~*~
Jude van Baalen blessed himself for the thirty-eighth time this night as he begged God for protection before peering around a corner of the Hellsing Manor's halls as he quietly and unobtrusively made his way toward the security system center of the building. As the only priest of the order that was considered technologically advanced, it was his honor and duty to be the first inside the manor house and to be the one that would give his brothers the time needed to complete their self-granted mission.
He prayed that every one of them would be able to go home safe and unharmed, even Father Anderson.
Picking up a silent jog, Father Jude pulled his blessed blades from his coat as he entered the empty security center, his eyes wide from the shock of not having to confront a soul about why he wanted to take over the cameras.
Then it hit him. Hellsing knew that the priests were coming.
"St. Michael, the Archangel, defend us in battle. Be-"
Laughter, deep, sadistic laughter was filling the room as he prayed, and not wanting his brothers to enter the manor house, but knowing they would be easier prey if they waited outside if he could not follow through with his mission, Father Jude rushed over to the computers and began hacking his way in to the security system.
"our safeguard against the wiles and wickedness of the devil. Restrain him, O God, we humbly beseech Thee;"
"Praying to one of the Catholic idols Judas?" The mocking laughter came again after the comment as the room grew increasingly colder, but Father Jude continued his hacking and prayers.
"and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host-"
Jude van Baalen froze as he felt a marble-like hand placed upon his shoulder just before feeling the barrel of a gun placed against the back of his head. He knew that he was a regenerator, but how would he ever survive a bullet to his brain?
"I would suggest you start praying, Catholic, but as you can see, it doesn't work."
Jude just nodded, still feeling the gun against his skull. Could Father Anderson survive this kind of injury? He wasn't too certain that even the teacher could handle that kind of punishment. In his native Flemish, he began the Rosary as he closed his eyes awaiting the warm embrace of God's love that would be his upon death.
Alucard nudged him toward the console. "Continue with your work Judas. I want to have a little fun tonight."
Keeping with his Rosary, and making sure to use the Sorrowful Mysteries inbetween the sets of prayers he quietly spoke, the Belgian priest quickly finished turning the security system off, the signal to his fellow members of the Catholic Knights that they could easily enter the building undetected.
And with a smirk, Alucard cocked the trigger of his Jackal as van Baalen finished his work, shooting him at point blank range in the back of his head before grabbing him around the waist and draining his blood.
Granted, the method took too long for killing regenerators in this method to be considered effective, but at least killed them because by taking their blood, the nanomachines left their bodies, leaving them quite injury prone.
Picking up the body, Alucard dragged it near the stairway so that Anderson and the others would know that they had been set up.
"The moon is quite beautiful tonight." Alucard just chuckled as he dropped the body while he looked out the window at the reddened sky.