Author's note: Ok I totally understand how some people hate this type of fan fiction. I really do. It's totally not true to the characters and I understand why people get upset BUT THIS FIC IS CLEARLY MARKED PEOPLE. Don't read a fan fiction if you know before you even start reading it you will hate it. I gave a good description and told people flat out don't like don't read. YOU CAN'T SAY YOU WERENT WARNED

Now that that's out of the way thanks to those who reviewed and enjoy the next chapter. I don't own Hellsing; so obviously, I'm not making any money. In fact, I'm basically doing this just for fun so please don't sue me.

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Winston stared at the man blankly. His whole world was slipping away from him but he couldn't really grasp at strings anymore. Every drop of logic that he had ever held in his being was cast aside with the wind. He had no reason to believe the man that stood before him and yet he did.

The man smiled and tossed back the loose strands of light brown hair that lay in his face. "Well then now that that's out of the way how about we get to the heart of the matter. You see a rather powerful man employs me. I don't think names a necessary at this point but for the sake of argument will call him Mr. Smith. Anyway Mr. Smith has a vested interest in the success of your. species."

"You mean mixed bloods like myself."

"Well more like vampires in general. You see technology is making all sorts of things possible today. Mr. Smith is sort of after the fountain of youth. You know unlocking the secret to immortality and all that jazz."

"And he wants me because?"

"Well you've got the best of both worlds working for you Winston." He walked over to Winston and pulled out his hand grabbing him by his jaw pulling him up. Winston grasped for breath slightly. "I wouldn't bother breathing its really not necessary," Frederick replied. He traced his thumb across the freshly healed wound along Winston's neck and then ceased to apply pressure upon Winston's throat.

Winston's heart could not stop racing his blue eyes were locked with Fredericks brown ones. "So what you're telling me is you killed my aunt so that you could bring me here to turn me into your guinea pig!"

"Basically," Frederick smiled slightly and stepped back laughing.

Winston frowned his eyes icing over with hatred. The laughing filled his head so he couldn't escape the hideous noise as it reverberated throughout his being. He wanted to rip the man in half. Never in his life had he wanted more desperately to use violence to escape. He wasn't a creature of force by nature but somehow he found himself standing on his tiptoes with his own hand reaching up grasping Frederick's throat. He couldn't stop himself from clamping down on the man's esophagus.

Blood oozed out of Frederick's mouth while his arms flared out trying to loosen Winston's grip. Maya quickly came to Frederick rescue pulling the boy off of him.

"My my," she grinned as she held Winston pinning his arms behind his back. "This one is catching on quickly Freddie. You might want to be more careful."

Frederick lay on the floor coughing. It was obvious whatever damage was done he wouldn't be speaking much in the immediate future. As the fresh blood fell to the floor Winston was again possessed by the scent. His mouth watered as though freshly baked homemade cake was in the air. His desire to drink the blood began to consume him. He struggled in Maya's arms panting his tongue like a dog.

"Oh dear," she said. "I better not let you go or Freddie is a goner."

Suddenly conscious of what he was doing Winston stopped struggling and ferociously bit down on his tongue. His own blood filled his mouth and though it was not quite what he wanted he felt appeased. The sweet liquid gushed forth hot and soothing. The revelation of its power was like that of breast milk upon a newborn babe. Winston lay there sucking upon his own cut tongue till he was sated.

Somehow while all this was happened a mysterious black figure appeared. Suddenly blades began to fly around the room everywhere marking the walls of the room with papers. Winston felt the presence of something holy amongst the blades. The man stood there in priestly garbs. Though Winston did not recognize him at first he felt as though they had met.

"Demonic demons from Hell. I have been sent here to cleanse this destructive operation of yours to propagate the world with freaks and other insidious creatures of hell."

"Who the Hell are you," cried Maya.

"I am the servant of the righteousness. I bring justice to unjust creatures such as yourself. Though it is of no consequence my name is Father Alexander Paladin Anderson. Now I shall liberate the earthly remains of the woman whose body you posses. You filth of the earth." As he said this he brought out two long blades crossing them into the holy symbol of Christ. "You shall again return to dust fowl demon." With that statement the man ran forth head on driving the blade into her chest.

Maya began to laugh. "Is that all you have for me," she yelled. She now let Winston go being occupied with other matters. However, by this point recognizing the danger Frederick had begun to sneak out of the building hoping to escape the battle that was bound to ensue. Winston and the others were too caught up in the situation to notice.

"You walking plague upon the earth. You're not even the real thing a cheap imitation." Alexander brought forth another blade but the vampire reared back pulling out the blade in her own chest screeching as she did so

"I see you blessed this blade. Father."

Alexander lunged forward toward the demon but she stepped out of the way narrowly missing his blade as her own clashed with his. "You must be the assassin priest of Iscariot."

The vampire jumped back turning and raising her blade this time she swiped at Alexander but he moved out of the way and pulled his blade up striking it against hers. "I must be loosing my touch," said Alexander.

"Maybe I'm just to much for you to handle in your old age Father," replied Maya.

"No," said Alexander. "For you to know about my existence I would have to of let someone slip by me, to live to tell the tale." At this he smiled closing his eyes while standing still.

"I see," said Maya. She picked up her blade while he was smiling and drove it right into his heart but he did not even flinch. He opened his eyes slowing laughing methodically. "My God what the hell are you," the vampire cried.

"I already told you," and with that Alexander picked up his blade gliding it through the air and then through her head in one swift movement. "Justice is served. May your mortal soul find rest in the hereafter amen."

Winston still lay on the ground watching the entire event his mouth agape. He now recognized the priest to be the eerie man he had met at church earlier in the day.

Alexander turned and noticed the boy upon the floor. "Child tell me did you drink any of her blood." He noticed the blood along the edges of Winston's mouth pointing to it.

Winston shook his head slowly. "No Father." The words were barely audible in the silent room. "I bit my tongue."

"Were you taken for food," asked Alexander.

"I suppose," said Winston.

"Well, I guess you've had quite an interesting night. It is always a shock to the system to learn about such creatures." Alexander again looked at the boy and recognized him. "You're the boy I met in church today aren't you."

"Yes Father."

"How did you get here boy."

"They took me from my home. They killed my aunt."

"I see," said Alexander. "I think it would be best if you came with me to the church. I can explain to you a little but about this. I'm sure the police will need a statement from you as well. In any case Father Reilly will be able to comfort you while I go to your house to perform your aunt's last rights."

"She's not." Thinking better of his statement Winston decided that his aunt should have the holy sacrament anyway.

"I know Father Reilly explained the situation to me," replied Alexander.

The two men prepared to leave the building together. Winston walked silently wondering if Alexander had any idea what he really was.

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Frederick sat in Maya's car nursing his wounds. He felt as though his throat was on fire and he wanted to get to a doctor but he knew he would have to get the tube to a laboratory quickly. He sat there playing with the container. It held a few small strands of carpet fibers, nothing much. Yet, it was sufficient DNA and rapid polymerizing chain techniques were always available to amplify the DNA quantity. It would be a sufficient sample and soon Doctor Caldwell would be at his disposal.

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Sigh one more semi violent chapter and then I bring Winston to England. Review if you can ^_~