Seras looked at Integra and forced a small smile, and bowed a little at the waist politely. "Order accepted," She straightened herself and glanced up at Alucard's form, not quite sure of what to do next. Alucard glared at Integra, then at Seras, silently telling her that they would leave now. Because Seras could not move through walls, Alucard was forced to exit the old-fashioned way – by means of using the door.
He led the way, once again, to find Walter and inform him of Integra's given orders. Walter bowed, and left Alucard to walk outside, Seras following him silently the entire way.
"Seras..." He stopped in his tracks once he had gotten outside. His eyes were of a golden red.
"Hai?"
He looked down at her and sighed. "...Anderson is around...I do not know if you are up to him..." He paused, thinking and remembering. "Last time..." He hung his words there, looking more down at her with concern, not malice.
Seras raised her free hand and touched her throat gently, wrapping her fingers around the spot where she had been stabbed clean through by Anderson's blessed sword. "Hai, master...I remember him."
He looked at her underneath his glasses, his long deep-red trench coat blowing slightly in the wind. "You would still try...?" He tried to look hopeful, but he failed miserably, and she smiled reassuringly up at him.
"Yes, master...I wouldn't make myself any stronger if I hid away and avoided the fight...would I?"
Alucard turned away and looked at the moon, as if in thought. "No you wouldn't, but...he's a regenerating pig..." He grinned wickedly. "A fun target."
Seras' eyebrows furrowed. "I remember when I was new in this organization...I was deathly afraid...but I still went with everybody to fight him..." She felt her large backpack-type thing that helped hold her cannon and her ammunition; it rested heavily upon her back. "I want to go and try again, and see if I have advanced any more from what I used to be..."
He looked at her again. "Alright..." He grinned widely, his form slowly starting to fade out. "Hurry, I will not stop the fight for you..." He faded almost completely into the blackness.
Seras rooted through her halconnen-supporter on her back and grinned, hissing with excitement that she had found extra ammunition. She reloaded her cannon, filling it until it couldn't hold any more bullets, and clinked it shut tight.
As she held it in her arms in ready position, she looked both possible ways, and finally choosing to go left.
"Here goes..." She flew through the bushes and other assorted brush, hiding herself, and every few moments she would lay low and aim her gun at the sign of possible movement. For about the fourth time of this process, she noticed her master's appearance through the blackness. He knew Anderson was nearby, for he smelled the blood of many of the human Hellsing troops being slaughtered by Anderson's many swords.
"So..." He grinned widely as he advised the priest. He pulled out his Jackal. "You still think you can attack those weaker?" He cackled.
Seras lay on the ground, hidden by numerous brush all around her, and propped up the gun on its stands that were located near the middle-portion. Closing one eye for accuracy, she pulled the trigger twice, shooting him once in the heart, and the second time in the face.
Alucard turned to see Seras behind him.
"Nice shot...but that will not do..."
No more than a second later, Anderson was up again, cackling and pulling out swords from his never-ending collection inside his large white trench coat, and attacked Alucard head-on. Alucard blocked most of the oncoming swords with his Jackal, but most hit the intentioned target.
Seras growled from her spot on the ground. "Fuck...if shooting him won't work...what will?!" She, nevertheless being the only semi-productive thing she could do at the moment, kept firing Anderson from her hiding place. Each shot exploded and blew away remnants of scenery that was once there. The impact of firing these bullets caused Seras to jerk back, keeping her face from being smashed from the cannon.
But the shooting barely stopped Anderson from plunging a dozen or so blessed swords into Alucard. Alucard fell to his knees, another sword that jutted out from his neck coming into better view to Seras.
"Seras...back..." He managed, until Anderson came but an inch away from his face. Anderson lifted up above his head one of his last knives.
"Time to go back to hell where you came from, Vampire." He brought it down hard, straight into the crown of Alucard's head. Having done that, he immediately turned to where Seras hid.
Seras twitched with rage that he could do something as bad as that to her master...even if she knew her master would be back as quickly as he had gone. She jumped up swiftly from lying in the brush.
"BASTARD!" She held up her halconnen and fired until she was out of ammo, hitting every spot she could on his body.
Anderson received hits in the arms, which blew off upon impact. However, they grew back at an even quicker pace. He grabbed his knives and pointed them at Seras.
"Fool."
Alucard was a black puddle of blood on the ground with millions of eyes, and engulfs Anderson's legs, turning into a dog as he bites him.
Seras blocked Anderson's knives with her halconnen, it being bigger than her, and dove underneath his legs and behind him, reloading her cannon in a flash. By the time she appeared behind him, she was poised on one knee and aiming her gun at his head. Alucard, in full dog form and angry as hell, stood behind Seras, facing Anderson.
"I come in many forms, priest...and it is your turn to die..."
Seras pulled her finger against the trigger, firing over and over at Anderson's body once again, the grass and shrubbery and everything in front of them were all blown to bits.
Alucard's dog form grinned widely. "I think...you may have overdone it, Police Girl," He stared at what used to be Anderson: a part of his head and his chest left...lying there.
She lowered her halconnen and blinked at the mangled corpse. "Yeah, I think I got him, Master..." She sweatdropped.
Alucard walked over and dragged the remains of Anderson, which were screaming and thrashing, trying to regenerate. When he couldn't drag him away anymore, he dropped him, and rolled all of his eyes over to him in pure disgust.
"You think you can escape still, priest...Go back to your master, report there, it is too easy to kill you now..."
Alucard had barely enough time to finish, when thousands of strange pieces of paper flew wildly around, surrounded him, and he disappeared. Everything grew deathly silent once again.
Seras lowered her gun completely to her side and wiped her forehead with the back of her gloved hand, just as she had done before. "So we'll let him live, master...Is that such a good idea?"
Rolling all six of his eyes over to her, he says, "No...It's for enjoyment. Who do you think will be left to play with when all these freaks are gone...hmmm?!"
She looked down at him. "I guess you're right," She took a few steps forward and attached her halconnen to the proper place on her 'back-pack', rather than carrying it. Alucard, behind her, was forming into his human form, but for some reason he had difficulty...
"Huh..?!..." He was rather startled by something...
Having her back to him, she heard his cry out and whipped her head over her shoulder, "Master, what is wrong?" He usually did not sound as surprised or confused as he did then...something must have been wrong.
He turned his head toward Seras again. He felt a breeze waft through the trees and past him and Seras, his coat blowing like ripples in a pond, and his tie swaying this way and that.
"Hmmmmm...Oh," He looked concerned, yet mysterious at the same time, "That took more than it should have...I must be getting rusty, or thirsty..."
She turned her body more toward him. "...'Getting rusty', master? You?" She said, not believing THAT would ever happen.
"Mwahahaha..." He laughed. "You think not, Police Girl...But even you noticed that took a bit longer than it should have..." He looked at her over the rims of his glasses, as they slid down his nose a bit. Her face changed immediately, and she lowered her head politely, regarding him.
"I noticed, Master."
Alucard looked at her intensely, and lifted her chin up with his gloved hand, which bore the Hellsing symbol.
"Hmmm...I'm probably just tired, I have been overworking you and myself for the past week..." He then added, as if to himself, "Haven't had a great deal to drink lately either..."
Seras looked up at him, having only to move her eyes, since her master kept her chin up. "You want something, Master?"
He grinned and bared his teeth as if to bite, then shakes himself out of it and decided otherwise. "No...Seras...I think sleep is best," He looked up as if suddenly aware of something. "The moon is setting...time to sleep..." He looked somewhat warily at Seras.