Chapter 2: Dark's Bane Vs. Hellsing.
Douglas Fang had always hated flying. Maybe it was the wolf in him, but he didn't like having his feet any higher off the ground than he could jump. So flying at heights of thirty thousand feet or more were quite nerve racking for him. His friend on the other hand...
His blond haired companion had immediately tilted the seat back and fallen fast asleep once the sun rose, about an hour ago. Before that, he had sat there, calmly, through the entire night, reading some book.
Samantha shifting to a more comfortable position while leaning against his shoulder brought Doug out of his reverie. He turned and studied his wife while she slept, her face a mask of peace. Doug grinned when he thought about how the mask of peace she now wore would soon be shattered by their twin children. The twins were a perfect mix of their parents: They had Samantha's fiery temper, and Doug's love of mischief and play. Doug frowned as he considered what else they had inherited from their parents. Both of his children had enhanced senses, and were much stronger than they should be. Both of them showed potential in the areas of rune magic, and combat, but his son showed great promise in becoming a rune mage, following after Samantha, while his daughter showed great potential as a fighter, following after Doug himself. While Doug was proud of them, it wasn't what he wanted.
Their slightly inhuman parentage set his children apart from society at large, forcing them into a life of loneliness: Into the life of a hunter. It was a hard, cruel fate that Doug had given his children.
Doug turned his head to look out the window and continued his musings. They had another hour of flight left before they arrived.
If Doug had been really paying attention to his surroundings, in specific to his friend, he would've noticed that his companion was having as much trouble sleeping as Doug himself.
It wasn't that the young man didn't want to sleep. He was actually quite comfortable, and he was also drowsy now that the sun was up. But there was an incessant buzzing that was in his head, and it refused to let him get any sleep. It had been there ever since he got onto the plane, and it had grown stronger as the night had gone on. It was driving him insane. If it didn't stop soon, he was going to Black. The weapon smith/doctor/rune mage/psychic/strategist always seemed to have something that would fit any situation.
At the moment, he was only laying down because he knew if he got up, he'd never sit down again, at least, not until he destroyed something...preferably with a lot of explosions.
An hour later, when the captain came over the intercom, the young man, Doug and Samantha all came back to the real world, and made themselves ready to exit the plane. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
An hour after the plane landed found the members of the Dark's Bane in the airport's parking lot. From afar, they looked like a special ops team from some action movie: Everyone was dressed in black, and they all carried very large bags, and suitcases, also all black. They stood next to their vehicles, SUV's, which were all black. It was a good thing that no one thought to check their bags at the airport security. The fact that they were all carrying enough weaponry and high tech equipment to supply a small army would've raised more than a few eyebrows. And if Black's bag was ever checked, the fact that Black had somehow managed to cram over a hundred medieval weapons, almost two hundred guns of various kinds, nearly three hundred books, and an entire laboratory into it, both magical and technological...well, they never thought about what would happen if that scenario came around.
"So, what do we check out first? We're three days earlier than they expect us, giving us three days to look around, get to know the area."
"Doug, I say we scope out this area."
Black unrolled a map he pulled from nowhere, showing about half a block of the city. One rather large building was highlighted with red. After everyone got a look at the map, Black continued.
"This building has a high concentration of black magic, and it stinks of blood spilt."
Doug nodded, not questioning Black's extraordinary senses.
"Right, we'll check that area, and tonight, we'll clean it out. We'll decide what else to do later. All agreed?"
When no negative was forthcoming, Doug nodded, and then headed for a car, followed by Samantha who was carrying both twins, who were fast asleep. Once everyone was in a car, they headed out, taking different routes to their destination. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Seras woke as the sun set. After the meeting she slept rather well, not thinking once about Alucard. As she pushed the button to raise the coffin lid she noticed how the feeling from before was still there, and this time much stronger.
Once the lid was up, Seras once again grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. Ten minutes later, she was back, her hair dripping wet. After drying off completely, she dressed in her 'bum outfit,' which consisted of light tan slacks, a white and red striped shirt, and light red, nearly pink, jacket, and a dark red beanie. She frowned slightly as she remembered the last time she had worn this outfit: It had been when Alucard had been beheaded when facing Alex for the second time. After a moment, she shook her head, and grabbed her gloves and gun on the way out, as well as her sunglasses. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Integra stood behind Walter as he sat at his computer, showing her information about a building that was now playing host to an unknown number of vampires and ghouls.
"There are a total of five floors, and each floor has an average of seven rooms. We don't know how many vampires or ghouls are in there, but we do know that there are quite a few."
Before Integra could respond, or Walter could continue, Seras entered the room.
"Oh, sorry. I was hoping I could borrow a book. I'll come back later."
"Actually Seras, please come in. What we're talking about concerns you."
Seras complied and came to stand behind Walter, on his left, with Integra on his right. After a moment, Walter continued.
"Right, Seras, this is a building that we suspect is the hide out of a few vampires, and a lot of ghouls. Over the last three nights, about thirty people have all gone missing, each one when they were within a block of this building. One or two were witnessed, and the stories matched. Several people swarmed a small group of people, and dragged them away, either down an alley, or into a shadowy area. Once everyone was in the shadows, they all apparently vanished."
Seras nodded.
"So I suppose I'll be busy tonight. How many men?"
"Thirty, as well as you."
Seras nodded at Integra's statement, and left the room.
"Interesting..."
"So you noticed as well Walter?"
"Yes. I haven't seen her that happy since Alucard broke the bond between them. Seems something brought her spirits up."
"Hmm..."
"If you don't mind me asking Sir Integra, why are you so interested?"
"The well being of my soldier's is a high priority. Soldier's who are distracted soon become soldier's who are dead."
With that, Integra Hellsing left the room, Walter's gaze on her back. Once the door clicked shut, Walter continued.
"And you, Sir Integra? Where do you fall in your own priorities?" -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Seras sat in the AGT, or armored ground transport. She had changed into her Hellsing uniform for the hunt, and had brought along her usual handgun, as well as the Halconnen, but she planned to leave that in the AGT. She did, however, have an assault shotgun across her lap, and was loading shells as the vehicle moved down the road, approaching the target building.
As Seras loaded another shell, she looked around at the other Hellsing soldier's. This squad had been put together for this mission, and Seras could see the tension mounting. It was a full squad, but the members had never really worked together before. That little fact created the problem of not knowing how the others would react in a situation, with one exception, Seras herself.
Since Seras didn't really have a unit, she had been sent on any mission that was believed to require a vampire. Because of this, she had accompanied nearly every unit Hellsing had at least once, and had gathered a great deal of experience in a short amount of time.
Seras continued her musings as she finished loading the shotgun. Eventually, she came around to the feeling that had been in the back of her head since the first mentioning of Dark's Bane. It was growing stronger by the minute, and it was also growing more confusing.
Seras' musings were cut short when the AGT came to a stop, and the driver announced that they had arrived.
The doors at the back of the AGT opened, and the Hellsing soldiers filed out and into formation. The commanding officer for this mission, the man who had thought that just getting new recruits would be enough, walked down the line, giving the soldier's the known facts about the mission.
"The building has a total of five floors, with an unknown number of vampires and ghouls on each floor. You are to proceed with extreme caution. If a single unnecessary risk is taken the person who takes that risk will answer to me. Am I understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Good. 'In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.'"
Once the last word left the commander's mouth, most of the Hellsing soldier's entered the building, while those that stayed outside took up sniping positions. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
By some freak coincidence, Dark's Bane arrived just as the Hellsing AGT arrived; only Dark's Bane was on the other side of the building. The members of Dark's Bane, instead of assuming a military formation, simply milled about the street for a moment. Among those milling about were Doug and his blond haired companion, who was currently leaning against one of the SUV's, studying the building they were about to enter, and trying to clear his thoughts of the 'presence' that had been in the back of his head, and steadily growing. It now felt as if he was right on top of the presence, and it was driving him nuts.
Finally the unheard signal came, and everyone headed into the building. Doug's companion did his best to clear his thoughts, and followed.
Once inside the building, several soldiers's had to control their gag reflex. The combined stench of unwashed bodies, decaying bodies, and blood nearly had several men lose their lunch. The only two people who didn't have this problem were Doug and his friend, the two with the most sensitive noses by far. Doug looked over at his friend, who had yet to draw a weapon, and noticed the smile of grim humor on his face as he studied the soldiers.
After a moment, everyone had become more or less accustomed to the smell, and continued onward.
After the second door was opened to a deserted room, Doug started to get suspicious.
"Something's wrong. We should have run into something by now."
Doug looked at his companion in inquiry, but his companion merely shook his head.
"There's some kind of magical interference in here. I can't pick up a damn thing."
Doug nodded and watched as a soldier opened a door, and found the stairwell leading to the other floors. Several soldiers entered, and started to ascend to the other floors. Doug's companion followed.
"I'll take the third floor. Pass the word to keep everyone off that floor."
Doug nodded and did just that. A moment later they came to the last room to check on this side of the first floor.
The doors were large, and made out of solid oak. After studying them a moment, Doug nodded and two soldiers slowly unlatched the doors. Once they were a centimeter or two open, they kicked them, sending the doors flying open. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
By another coincidence, the Hellsing troops had done nearly the exact same thing as the Dark's Bane. They had checked all of the room's on this side of the floor, and now had decided to search the central room. Seras had also headed up to the third floor a minute ago, also leaving instructions to stay off of that floor. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
On the roof of a building three blocks away, a rather powerful vampire used the spying spells he had placed all over the building to watch both Hellsing and Dark's Bane. He grinned rather sadistically as he saw what was about to happen. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
The Hellsing troops kicked open the doors just as the Dark's Bane troops did the same. The thirty or so ghoul's in the room came to life, and with a combined howl, charged the two groups.
The ghoul's were then ruthlessly cut down in a vicious crossfire from both sides.
One would think that the machine gun fire would then cease. However, both sides had several stray bullets whiz by them. They reacted the only way trained soldier's can: They took cover, and returned fire. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
The Vampire three block's away had to use all of his self-restraint to keep himself from laughing. The scene on the first floor of the building was repeated on each and every floor above except the third floor. The vampire focused his attention on that floor, a smile tugging at the corners of his dead lips.
This would prove to be very interesting. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Doug's companion and Seras both reached the third floor just as the gunshots from all the other floors rang out. Simultaneously, they kicked down the door's leading onto the third floor. They found themselves in a rather large, single room, instead of seven. They also found themselves facing nearly a dozen vampires, and about two-dozen ghouls.
For a moment, everyone froze. Then Doug's companion drew two desert eagle handguns, and Seras used the pump action of her shotgun to load a shell.
All hell proceeded to break loose.
Doug's companion moved to the left, firing off rounds, each one striking a ghoul in the heart, disintegrating them instantly. Seras moved off to her left, taking aim and firing off a single round. The solid sliver slug tore a rather large hole through three ghouls before stopping in the fourth. All four disintegrated.
The rest of the ghoul's went down soon after, and all that was left were the vampire's, much faster, and smarter.
However, they still went down just as fast.
Doug's companion emptied a clip into the nearest vampire. He turned away, reaching into his coat with the now empty handgun. When his hand reappeared, the gun was once again gone. He didn't even flinch as he brought up the other gun and placed a bullet into a vampire's heart as it jumped at him. Both vampires disintegrated. Two more vampires jumped at him, and they both died before they got anywhere close too him, courtesy of his firearm.
Seras was being just as efficient with the vampires on her end. One charged at her, and she waited till he was close before punching him in the face and lining him up with another vampire. She then placed the shotgun over the first vampire's heart and pulled the trigger. The slug tore through the first vampire's chest, and continued on to the second vampire. Both disintegrated after a moment. Two more died via shotgun slugs before they could blink as Seras swiveled the gun between the two with crack shot accuracy.
With two shots left in the shotgun, Seras turned and punched another vampire in the face, and while it was disoriented, grabbed it, and shoved it into another that was charging. She then placed the barrel over the vampire's heart and pulled the trigger, killing both.
Doug's friend put two bullets in another vampire that charged, one in between the eyes, and another into the heart. As the vampire disintegrated, he flattened his hand, finger's extended. He then pivoted and thrust his arm out to behind him and slightly to his left. The vampire that was in mid jump was impaled onto his hand, dieing instantly.
As the vampire disintegrated, Doug's companion turned, bringing his gun up as he did so, and faced Seras, as she did the same.
Two sets of eyes widened as the buzzing in both of their heads, muted in the rush of battle, came back with a vengeance. For a moment, it seemed as if both of them would fall to their knees, but as abruptly as the buzzing came, it vanished, leaving both Seras and Doug's companion confused. As a result, neither lowered their guns, and both tightened their grip on the triggers.
Seras studied the blond haired young man over the barrel of her shotgun. She was confused, and so she studied him, but nothing much registered in her brain. She noticed how he was gasping for breath, and apparently wide-eyed, just as she herself was. She noticed how he was using a gun, and no vampire or ghoul had been armed with one so far. She also noticed the black jacket, extending just past the man's hips, and the black tank-top underneath, and how she had seen the silver symbol for Dark's Bane on the back of the man's jacket. The same symbol was etched into the man's belt buckle. She noticed all of these things. But the only thing to register in her shocked mind was the fact that the young man across from her was a vampire.
The young man went through nearly the exact same thing as Seras. He noticed her uniform, the Hellsing crest on said uniform, and how she was using a weapon. But the only thing to register was that she was a vampire.
Both knew what to do when they encountered a vampire: Shoot first, ask later. But for some reason, neither could pull the trigger.
They both tried several times, but all that happened was they stood there for several minutes, shaking slightly, guns pointed at each other. Neither noticed the gunfire in the background, or the fact that they were being watched by a now very curious vampire.
The stalemate was finally broken after a moment when the radio receiver in their ears suddenly came to life, screaming at them.
"ALL UNITS CEASE FIRE!!!"
Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect on the two vampires. Instead of not firing at each other, they were both off like a shot. Literally.
Seras used the last slug in her shotgun, just as Doug's companion used the last bullet in his handgun. Both then dropped and rolled forward, under the bullets fired at them.
Doug's companion and Seras came to their feet at the same time, but Seras was quicker, coming out of the role, and lunging forward, planting her shoulder in the young man's gut. With a grunt, he released the gun in his right hand.
As the young man stumbled back, Seras swung the shotgun out and smashed the barrel into the young man's face, knocking his sunglasses off. She brought the shotgun around for another swing, but the young man back- flipped out of the way, and with another back-flip he propelled himself halfway across the room.
As he landed, Doug's companion assumed a fighting stance that was completely foreign to Seras. She tossed the now useless shotgun aside, its barrel bent at the wrong angle, and charged.
As she ran, she pulled back her fist, ready to plant it in the young man's face. When she was close enough, she threw the first punch, only to have the young man catch her relatively small hand in one of his much larger ones.
Seras didn't blink as she drew back the other fist and threw it forward, only to have it caught as well.
Seras would've tried kicking him next, except the young man beat her too it, pulling her forward by her hands, and bringing his knee up into her gut. The air exploded out of Seras's lungs, but didn't affect her as it would a human. However the fist impacting her face as she stood up did, sending her halfway across the room, and snapping her glasses in two.
Seras hit the ground and rolled up to her feet. Her eyes widened in shock as the young man blew past her, his arm extended to clothesline her. Seras immediately performed the limbo, bending backwards, underneath the arm. This would've worked had the young man not brought his arm down onto Seras's neck, smashing her to the floor.
The young man backed off a bit, letting Seras get back to her feet. Once she was standing again, she turned and eyed him warily, seeing he was once again in his combat stance. Seras went into her own combat stance, one taught to her when she was a police officer.
She was thrown slightly off when the young man spoke.
"Former police officer?"
Seras nodded.
"Name's Matt. Nice to meet you."
"Seras Victoria. It's a pleasure."
That said, both charged again.
Seras blocked a high punch from Matt, but was caught off guard by his low sweep. As a result, her feet flew out from under her, and she landed rather hard on her left side. She took advantage of being on the ground, and struck out with her right leg, hoping to trip Matt. Instead, he merely jumped up and back, taking himself out of her range. Seras used the time to climb back to her feet.
Once again, Seras eyed Matt warily as he squared off with her.
Seras didn't know how the fight changed, but now if felt like a friendly, if rough, sparring match.
Seras charged again, opening the skirmish with a two-punch, one kick combo. Her left hook missed as Matt tilted his head back, and he blocked her right jab with his forearm. When Seras swung her left leg up to kick him in the side of the head, Matt caught her leg. Before Seras could do anything, she was hoisted into the air, and thrown into a nearby wall.
Seras felt the wall give way behind her as she slammed into it. As she fell to the floor, bits of plaster fell around her, accompanied by a metal pipe, about as long as Seras's arm.
Seras grabbed the pipe as she stood. Matt eyed the pipe in her hands warily, as she held in front of her in a two handed grip.
Seras charged, the pipe held in front of her. When she was close enough, she drew back and swung at his legs. Matt jumped the pipe, then had to catch it as Seras bought it back around in an overhead swing. As Matt landed, legs spread shoulder width apart, Seras made the first move, kneeing him in the groin. There was a slight widening to his eyes, and a small grunt but nothing else.
"Okay, now that's low."
Seras merely shrugged at his statement.
Matt shifted his grip on the pipe, then ripped it from Seras's hands, and swung it into her gut. Seras was driven back from the blow, and narrowly ducked another swing at her head.
Seras backed off as Matt took another stance, this time with the pipe held before him.
An idea suddenly occurred to Seras, and she rushed forward. Matt swung at her, and this time Seras made no effort to get out of the pipes way, merely raising her left arm, and letting the pipe smash into her ribs. There was a sickening crack as a rib or two gave way, but Seras ignored it, and the searing pain.
Matt's eyes widened slightly as Seras lowered her left arm, and spun, the pipe trapped against her. This maneuver wrenched the pipe from Matt's hands, and Seras dropped to the floor. Right before Matt jumped back, Seras shoved the pipe between his legs. As Matt jumped, the pipe tripped him up, and he fell hard to the floor.
Seras was on top of him in an instant, punching him repeatedly while his defenses were down.
It took Matt a second to recover his wits, and when he did, he placed his hand on Seras's chest and shoved her away. As she fell off of him, Matt rolled to the side, and came to his feet. He then immediately ducked as the pipe sailed through the airspace occupied by his head a moment before.
A stand off once again ensued as Seras came back to her feet after throwing the pipe.
The standoff lasted for a minute or two before disaster stuck for Seras: One of the doors that she and Matt had entered through suddenly flew open, and Seras looked to see whom the new arrivals were. She only realized her mistake when it was too late.
Seras's eyes snapped back to Matt, but he had already cleared the distance between them.
Matt's left hand shot out, followed by his right, which punched Seras rather firmly in the face, sending her flying back a few feet.
When Seras cleared her vision of the little stars, she looked at Matt and found standing above her, with her gun in his left hand pointed at her heart.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Both Matt and Seras started, looking to the source of the voice.
Doug glared right back at them, with Hellsing's commanding officer right next to him.
"Why the hell did you two start shooting when we both ordered a cease fire?!"
Matt simply shrugged at Doug's question before helping Seras to her feet, and returning her gun. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
After the fighting had stopped, Dark's Bane had moved the SUV's to the front of the building, joining the Hellsing's AGT. Now all that was left before going home was packing away ammunition, and weaponry. Because of this, nearly everyone was running around.
One of the few exceptions was Seras, who sat on a nearby bench, watching. In particular, her gaze was resting on Matt, as he leaned up against a SUV, talking to Doug. Seras's vampire hearing could barely make out the words.
"Well Matt, we're almost ready to go. Another minute or two, and we can go to Hellsing manor two days early."
"Cool. So, was there any damage from the firefight?"
"Luckily no. Both sides came through un-scathed."
Matt nodded, and Seras noted with a small note of satisfaction that he moved quite gingerly.
"So Matt, what do you think of that vampire lady? Cute eh?"
Seras could practically hear the 'nudge nudge, wink wink.'
"Yeah, she is. But trying to kill each other isn't the best groundwork for a relationship Doug."
"Hey, anything can happen. Sides', she was eyeing you back there."
"Riiiiiiiiiiight."
"You have to trust me with this stuff Matt. Just do what I say, and she'll be all over you."
"Uh huh. Sure."
Doug nodded, and started to walk away.
"You do realize she heard every word of that, right Doug?"
Doug simply nodded, a grin on his face.
Matt shook his head at his friend's antics, and concentrated on healing the bruises he had just received. Seras packed quite a punch, though she lacked the proper training. With the proper training Seras could become a force to be reckoned with, much more powerful than she was now. As it was, she wouldn't last long against Matt if he didn't hold back as much as he had.
Matt was soon lost in considerations of Seras. All too soon he was dragged back to the real world with a reminder of just how real it was.
Someone was watching him.
Matt suddenly moved away from the SUV in a run. After about ten steps, he leapt up to the roof of the building, and as he landed, he picked up his pace of running, leaping to the next building when he reached the edge of the roof.
Seras gasped in surprise when she saw Matt suddenly move, and she found herself on her feet running after him before she knew what was going on. She was stopped by an iron hard grip on her shoulder, and she wheeled around to find herself face to face with a very serious Doug.
"Don't even try. Not even I can keep up with him when he does this."
Seras didn't bother replying verbally. Instead, she broke his grip, and charged after Matt, using her senses to pinpoint his location.
(Damn. He's already five blocks away!) -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Matt slowed down as he came to another building's edge. Instead of jumping to the next building, he instead dropped down into the alley.
The surprise attack came as he was falling, aimed directly at his face.
Matt didn't flinch as his arm snapped out and caught the sword thrown at him by the hilt.
He landed, and glared at the man before him, a sword in each hand, and a crazed grin on his face.
"Oh hell, not you again. Man, can't I ever get rid of you?!"
"I'm afraid not, demon! You are not long for this world, so what should it matter to you?"
That said, Alexander Anderson charged Matt, swords held at the ready. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
End Chapter 2.
So what do you think? Please review.
Oh yeah, I have some responses for the reviews submitted for chapter one:
Right, first I would like to apologize for any offense my first summary may have caused. I was in a sour mood, and a little desperate for reviews, since another fic I had posted hadn't gotten one, and still hasn't...
Secondly, those of you who wanted me to instant message you, I'm sorry for not doing so yet. I'm having a bit of trouble figuring out how it works.
Alucard's Familiar: Thanks for notifying me about the mistake with Anderson's name in the first chapter. I have fixed that.
BlueMew: Thanks for also notifying me about Anderson's name. But Seras, and the other vampire she chooses to be included in the deal, with refer to him as Alex, since they will be business partner's, of a sort. I'm sorry if the chapters are too long. This one should be a bit shorter, but I'm still debating whether to make it the norm, or just end the chapter when I think it should end. As for the werewolves, I have never seen, or heard of, the series of Underworld, so I have no idea about how they screwed it up. I hope that my interpretation of werewolves will be acceptable to you and the others who read this fic.
h4x: The handgun in the summary was indeed Alucard's that I borrowed. However, I was unaware of its specific weight, since I only remember them saying the gun's weight in Kilo's, and I didn't have a conversion scale with me right then.
Right. Thank you one and all for the reviews.
Douglas Fang had always hated flying. Maybe it was the wolf in him, but he didn't like having his feet any higher off the ground than he could jump. So flying at heights of thirty thousand feet or more were quite nerve racking for him. His friend on the other hand...
His blond haired companion had immediately tilted the seat back and fallen fast asleep once the sun rose, about an hour ago. Before that, he had sat there, calmly, through the entire night, reading some book.
Samantha shifting to a more comfortable position while leaning against his shoulder brought Doug out of his reverie. He turned and studied his wife while she slept, her face a mask of peace. Doug grinned when he thought about how the mask of peace she now wore would soon be shattered by their twin children. The twins were a perfect mix of their parents: They had Samantha's fiery temper, and Doug's love of mischief and play. Doug frowned as he considered what else they had inherited from their parents. Both of his children had enhanced senses, and were much stronger than they should be. Both of them showed potential in the areas of rune magic, and combat, but his son showed great promise in becoming a rune mage, following after Samantha, while his daughter showed great potential as a fighter, following after Doug himself. While Doug was proud of them, it wasn't what he wanted.
Their slightly inhuman parentage set his children apart from society at large, forcing them into a life of loneliness: Into the life of a hunter. It was a hard, cruel fate that Doug had given his children.
Doug turned his head to look out the window and continued his musings. They had another hour of flight left before they arrived.
If Doug had been really paying attention to his surroundings, in specific to his friend, he would've noticed that his companion was having as much trouble sleeping as Doug himself.
It wasn't that the young man didn't want to sleep. He was actually quite comfortable, and he was also drowsy now that the sun was up. But there was an incessant buzzing that was in his head, and it refused to let him get any sleep. It had been there ever since he got onto the plane, and it had grown stronger as the night had gone on. It was driving him insane. If it didn't stop soon, he was going to Black. The weapon smith/doctor/rune mage/psychic/strategist always seemed to have something that would fit any situation.
At the moment, he was only laying down because he knew if he got up, he'd never sit down again, at least, not until he destroyed something...preferably with a lot of explosions.
An hour later, when the captain came over the intercom, the young man, Doug and Samantha all came back to the real world, and made themselves ready to exit the plane. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
An hour after the plane landed found the members of the Dark's Bane in the airport's parking lot. From afar, they looked like a special ops team from some action movie: Everyone was dressed in black, and they all carried very large bags, and suitcases, also all black. They stood next to their vehicles, SUV's, which were all black. It was a good thing that no one thought to check their bags at the airport security. The fact that they were all carrying enough weaponry and high tech equipment to supply a small army would've raised more than a few eyebrows. And if Black's bag was ever checked, the fact that Black had somehow managed to cram over a hundred medieval weapons, almost two hundred guns of various kinds, nearly three hundred books, and an entire laboratory into it, both magical and technological...well, they never thought about what would happen if that scenario came around.
"So, what do we check out first? We're three days earlier than they expect us, giving us three days to look around, get to know the area."
"Doug, I say we scope out this area."
Black unrolled a map he pulled from nowhere, showing about half a block of the city. One rather large building was highlighted with red. After everyone got a look at the map, Black continued.
"This building has a high concentration of black magic, and it stinks of blood spilt."
Doug nodded, not questioning Black's extraordinary senses.
"Right, we'll check that area, and tonight, we'll clean it out. We'll decide what else to do later. All agreed?"
When no negative was forthcoming, Doug nodded, and then headed for a car, followed by Samantha who was carrying both twins, who were fast asleep. Once everyone was in a car, they headed out, taking different routes to their destination. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Seras woke as the sun set. After the meeting she slept rather well, not thinking once about Alucard. As she pushed the button to raise the coffin lid she noticed how the feeling from before was still there, and this time much stronger.
Once the lid was up, Seras once again grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom for a quick shower. Ten minutes later, she was back, her hair dripping wet. After drying off completely, she dressed in her 'bum outfit,' which consisted of light tan slacks, a white and red striped shirt, and light red, nearly pink, jacket, and a dark red beanie. She frowned slightly as she remembered the last time she had worn this outfit: It had been when Alucard had been beheaded when facing Alex for the second time. After a moment, she shook her head, and grabbed her gloves and gun on the way out, as well as her sunglasses. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Integra stood behind Walter as he sat at his computer, showing her information about a building that was now playing host to an unknown number of vampires and ghouls.
"There are a total of five floors, and each floor has an average of seven rooms. We don't know how many vampires or ghouls are in there, but we do know that there are quite a few."
Before Integra could respond, or Walter could continue, Seras entered the room.
"Oh, sorry. I was hoping I could borrow a book. I'll come back later."
"Actually Seras, please come in. What we're talking about concerns you."
Seras complied and came to stand behind Walter, on his left, with Integra on his right. After a moment, Walter continued.
"Right, Seras, this is a building that we suspect is the hide out of a few vampires, and a lot of ghouls. Over the last three nights, about thirty people have all gone missing, each one when they were within a block of this building. One or two were witnessed, and the stories matched. Several people swarmed a small group of people, and dragged them away, either down an alley, or into a shadowy area. Once everyone was in the shadows, they all apparently vanished."
Seras nodded.
"So I suppose I'll be busy tonight. How many men?"
"Thirty, as well as you."
Seras nodded at Integra's statement, and left the room.
"Interesting..."
"So you noticed as well Walter?"
"Yes. I haven't seen her that happy since Alucard broke the bond between them. Seems something brought her spirits up."
"Hmm..."
"If you don't mind me asking Sir Integra, why are you so interested?"
"The well being of my soldier's is a high priority. Soldier's who are distracted soon become soldier's who are dead."
With that, Integra Hellsing left the room, Walter's gaze on her back. Once the door clicked shut, Walter continued.
"And you, Sir Integra? Where do you fall in your own priorities?" -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Seras sat in the AGT, or armored ground transport. She had changed into her Hellsing uniform for the hunt, and had brought along her usual handgun, as well as the Halconnen, but she planned to leave that in the AGT. She did, however, have an assault shotgun across her lap, and was loading shells as the vehicle moved down the road, approaching the target building.
As Seras loaded another shell, she looked around at the other Hellsing soldier's. This squad had been put together for this mission, and Seras could see the tension mounting. It was a full squad, but the members had never really worked together before. That little fact created the problem of not knowing how the others would react in a situation, with one exception, Seras herself.
Since Seras didn't really have a unit, she had been sent on any mission that was believed to require a vampire. Because of this, she had accompanied nearly every unit Hellsing had at least once, and had gathered a great deal of experience in a short amount of time.
Seras continued her musings as she finished loading the shotgun. Eventually, she came around to the feeling that had been in the back of her head since the first mentioning of Dark's Bane. It was growing stronger by the minute, and it was also growing more confusing.
Seras' musings were cut short when the AGT came to a stop, and the driver announced that they had arrived.
The doors at the back of the AGT opened, and the Hellsing soldiers filed out and into formation. The commanding officer for this mission, the man who had thought that just getting new recruits would be enough, walked down the line, giving the soldier's the known facts about the mission.
"The building has a total of five floors, with an unknown number of vampires and ghouls on each floor. You are to proceed with extreme caution. If a single unnecessary risk is taken the person who takes that risk will answer to me. Am I understood?"
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Good. 'In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.'"
Once the last word left the commander's mouth, most of the Hellsing soldier's entered the building, while those that stayed outside took up sniping positions. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
By some freak coincidence, Dark's Bane arrived just as the Hellsing AGT arrived; only Dark's Bane was on the other side of the building. The members of Dark's Bane, instead of assuming a military formation, simply milled about the street for a moment. Among those milling about were Doug and his blond haired companion, who was currently leaning against one of the SUV's, studying the building they were about to enter, and trying to clear his thoughts of the 'presence' that had been in the back of his head, and steadily growing. It now felt as if he was right on top of the presence, and it was driving him nuts.
Finally the unheard signal came, and everyone headed into the building. Doug's companion did his best to clear his thoughts, and followed.
Once inside the building, several soldiers's had to control their gag reflex. The combined stench of unwashed bodies, decaying bodies, and blood nearly had several men lose their lunch. The only two people who didn't have this problem were Doug and his friend, the two with the most sensitive noses by far. Doug looked over at his friend, who had yet to draw a weapon, and noticed the smile of grim humor on his face as he studied the soldiers.
After a moment, everyone had become more or less accustomed to the smell, and continued onward.
After the second door was opened to a deserted room, Doug started to get suspicious.
"Something's wrong. We should have run into something by now."
Doug looked at his companion in inquiry, but his companion merely shook his head.
"There's some kind of magical interference in here. I can't pick up a damn thing."
Doug nodded and watched as a soldier opened a door, and found the stairwell leading to the other floors. Several soldiers entered, and started to ascend to the other floors. Doug's companion followed.
"I'll take the third floor. Pass the word to keep everyone off that floor."
Doug nodded and did just that. A moment later they came to the last room to check on this side of the first floor.
The doors were large, and made out of solid oak. After studying them a moment, Doug nodded and two soldiers slowly unlatched the doors. Once they were a centimeter or two open, they kicked them, sending the doors flying open. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
By another coincidence, the Hellsing troops had done nearly the exact same thing as the Dark's Bane. They had checked all of the room's on this side of the floor, and now had decided to search the central room. Seras had also headed up to the third floor a minute ago, also leaving instructions to stay off of that floor. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
On the roof of a building three blocks away, a rather powerful vampire used the spying spells he had placed all over the building to watch both Hellsing and Dark's Bane. He grinned rather sadistically as he saw what was about to happen. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
The Hellsing troops kicked open the doors just as the Dark's Bane troops did the same. The thirty or so ghoul's in the room came to life, and with a combined howl, charged the two groups.
The ghoul's were then ruthlessly cut down in a vicious crossfire from both sides.
One would think that the machine gun fire would then cease. However, both sides had several stray bullets whiz by them. They reacted the only way trained soldier's can: They took cover, and returned fire. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
The Vampire three block's away had to use all of his self-restraint to keep himself from laughing. The scene on the first floor of the building was repeated on each and every floor above except the third floor. The vampire focused his attention on that floor, a smile tugging at the corners of his dead lips.
This would prove to be very interesting. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Doug's companion and Seras both reached the third floor just as the gunshots from all the other floors rang out. Simultaneously, they kicked down the door's leading onto the third floor. They found themselves in a rather large, single room, instead of seven. They also found themselves facing nearly a dozen vampires, and about two-dozen ghouls.
For a moment, everyone froze. Then Doug's companion drew two desert eagle handguns, and Seras used the pump action of her shotgun to load a shell.
All hell proceeded to break loose.
Doug's companion moved to the left, firing off rounds, each one striking a ghoul in the heart, disintegrating them instantly. Seras moved off to her left, taking aim and firing off a single round. The solid sliver slug tore a rather large hole through three ghouls before stopping in the fourth. All four disintegrated.
The rest of the ghoul's went down soon after, and all that was left were the vampire's, much faster, and smarter.
However, they still went down just as fast.
Doug's companion emptied a clip into the nearest vampire. He turned away, reaching into his coat with the now empty handgun. When his hand reappeared, the gun was once again gone. He didn't even flinch as he brought up the other gun and placed a bullet into a vampire's heart as it jumped at him. Both vampires disintegrated. Two more vampires jumped at him, and they both died before they got anywhere close too him, courtesy of his firearm.
Seras was being just as efficient with the vampires on her end. One charged at her, and she waited till he was close before punching him in the face and lining him up with another vampire. She then placed the shotgun over the first vampire's heart and pulled the trigger. The slug tore through the first vampire's chest, and continued on to the second vampire. Both disintegrated after a moment. Two more died via shotgun slugs before they could blink as Seras swiveled the gun between the two with crack shot accuracy.
With two shots left in the shotgun, Seras turned and punched another vampire in the face, and while it was disoriented, grabbed it, and shoved it into another that was charging. She then placed the barrel over the vampire's heart and pulled the trigger, killing both.
Doug's friend put two bullets in another vampire that charged, one in between the eyes, and another into the heart. As the vampire disintegrated, he flattened his hand, finger's extended. He then pivoted and thrust his arm out to behind him and slightly to his left. The vampire that was in mid jump was impaled onto his hand, dieing instantly.
As the vampire disintegrated, Doug's companion turned, bringing his gun up as he did so, and faced Seras, as she did the same.
Two sets of eyes widened as the buzzing in both of their heads, muted in the rush of battle, came back with a vengeance. For a moment, it seemed as if both of them would fall to their knees, but as abruptly as the buzzing came, it vanished, leaving both Seras and Doug's companion confused. As a result, neither lowered their guns, and both tightened their grip on the triggers.
Seras studied the blond haired young man over the barrel of her shotgun. She was confused, and so she studied him, but nothing much registered in her brain. She noticed how he was gasping for breath, and apparently wide-eyed, just as she herself was. She noticed how he was using a gun, and no vampire or ghoul had been armed with one so far. She also noticed the black jacket, extending just past the man's hips, and the black tank-top underneath, and how she had seen the silver symbol for Dark's Bane on the back of the man's jacket. The same symbol was etched into the man's belt buckle. She noticed all of these things. But the only thing to register in her shocked mind was the fact that the young man across from her was a vampire.
The young man went through nearly the exact same thing as Seras. He noticed her uniform, the Hellsing crest on said uniform, and how she was using a weapon. But the only thing to register was that she was a vampire.
Both knew what to do when they encountered a vampire: Shoot first, ask later. But for some reason, neither could pull the trigger.
They both tried several times, but all that happened was they stood there for several minutes, shaking slightly, guns pointed at each other. Neither noticed the gunfire in the background, or the fact that they were being watched by a now very curious vampire.
The stalemate was finally broken after a moment when the radio receiver in their ears suddenly came to life, screaming at them.
"ALL UNITS CEASE FIRE!!!"
Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect on the two vampires. Instead of not firing at each other, they were both off like a shot. Literally.
Seras used the last slug in her shotgun, just as Doug's companion used the last bullet in his handgun. Both then dropped and rolled forward, under the bullets fired at them.
Doug's companion and Seras came to their feet at the same time, but Seras was quicker, coming out of the role, and lunging forward, planting her shoulder in the young man's gut. With a grunt, he released the gun in his right hand.
As the young man stumbled back, Seras swung the shotgun out and smashed the barrel into the young man's face, knocking his sunglasses off. She brought the shotgun around for another swing, but the young man back- flipped out of the way, and with another back-flip he propelled himself halfway across the room.
As he landed, Doug's companion assumed a fighting stance that was completely foreign to Seras. She tossed the now useless shotgun aside, its barrel bent at the wrong angle, and charged.
As she ran, she pulled back her fist, ready to plant it in the young man's face. When she was close enough, she threw the first punch, only to have the young man catch her relatively small hand in one of his much larger ones.
Seras didn't blink as she drew back the other fist and threw it forward, only to have it caught as well.
Seras would've tried kicking him next, except the young man beat her too it, pulling her forward by her hands, and bringing his knee up into her gut. The air exploded out of Seras's lungs, but didn't affect her as it would a human. However the fist impacting her face as she stood up did, sending her halfway across the room, and snapping her glasses in two.
Seras hit the ground and rolled up to her feet. Her eyes widened in shock as the young man blew past her, his arm extended to clothesline her. Seras immediately performed the limbo, bending backwards, underneath the arm. This would've worked had the young man not brought his arm down onto Seras's neck, smashing her to the floor.
The young man backed off a bit, letting Seras get back to her feet. Once she was standing again, she turned and eyed him warily, seeing he was once again in his combat stance. Seras went into her own combat stance, one taught to her when she was a police officer.
She was thrown slightly off when the young man spoke.
"Former police officer?"
Seras nodded.
"Name's Matt. Nice to meet you."
"Seras Victoria. It's a pleasure."
That said, both charged again.
Seras blocked a high punch from Matt, but was caught off guard by his low sweep. As a result, her feet flew out from under her, and she landed rather hard on her left side. She took advantage of being on the ground, and struck out with her right leg, hoping to trip Matt. Instead, he merely jumped up and back, taking himself out of her range. Seras used the time to climb back to her feet.
Once again, Seras eyed Matt warily as he squared off with her.
Seras didn't know how the fight changed, but now if felt like a friendly, if rough, sparring match.
Seras charged again, opening the skirmish with a two-punch, one kick combo. Her left hook missed as Matt tilted his head back, and he blocked her right jab with his forearm. When Seras swung her left leg up to kick him in the side of the head, Matt caught her leg. Before Seras could do anything, she was hoisted into the air, and thrown into a nearby wall.
Seras felt the wall give way behind her as she slammed into it. As she fell to the floor, bits of plaster fell around her, accompanied by a metal pipe, about as long as Seras's arm.
Seras grabbed the pipe as she stood. Matt eyed the pipe in her hands warily, as she held in front of her in a two handed grip.
Seras charged, the pipe held in front of her. When she was close enough, she drew back and swung at his legs. Matt jumped the pipe, then had to catch it as Seras bought it back around in an overhead swing. As Matt landed, legs spread shoulder width apart, Seras made the first move, kneeing him in the groin. There was a slight widening to his eyes, and a small grunt but nothing else.
"Okay, now that's low."
Seras merely shrugged at his statement.
Matt shifted his grip on the pipe, then ripped it from Seras's hands, and swung it into her gut. Seras was driven back from the blow, and narrowly ducked another swing at her head.
Seras backed off as Matt took another stance, this time with the pipe held before him.
An idea suddenly occurred to Seras, and she rushed forward. Matt swung at her, and this time Seras made no effort to get out of the pipes way, merely raising her left arm, and letting the pipe smash into her ribs. There was a sickening crack as a rib or two gave way, but Seras ignored it, and the searing pain.
Matt's eyes widened slightly as Seras lowered her left arm, and spun, the pipe trapped against her. This maneuver wrenched the pipe from Matt's hands, and Seras dropped to the floor. Right before Matt jumped back, Seras shoved the pipe between his legs. As Matt jumped, the pipe tripped him up, and he fell hard to the floor.
Seras was on top of him in an instant, punching him repeatedly while his defenses were down.
It took Matt a second to recover his wits, and when he did, he placed his hand on Seras's chest and shoved her away. As she fell off of him, Matt rolled to the side, and came to his feet. He then immediately ducked as the pipe sailed through the airspace occupied by his head a moment before.
A stand off once again ensued as Seras came back to her feet after throwing the pipe.
The standoff lasted for a minute or two before disaster stuck for Seras: One of the doors that she and Matt had entered through suddenly flew open, and Seras looked to see whom the new arrivals were. She only realized her mistake when it was too late.
Seras's eyes snapped back to Matt, but he had already cleared the distance between them.
Matt's left hand shot out, followed by his right, which punched Seras rather firmly in the face, sending her flying back a few feet.
When Seras cleared her vision of the little stars, she looked at Matt and found standing above her, with her gun in his left hand pointed at her heart.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!"
Both Matt and Seras started, looking to the source of the voice.
Doug glared right back at them, with Hellsing's commanding officer right next to him.
"Why the hell did you two start shooting when we both ordered a cease fire?!"
Matt simply shrugged at Doug's question before helping Seras to her feet, and returning her gun. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
After the fighting had stopped, Dark's Bane had moved the SUV's to the front of the building, joining the Hellsing's AGT. Now all that was left before going home was packing away ammunition, and weaponry. Because of this, nearly everyone was running around.
One of the few exceptions was Seras, who sat on a nearby bench, watching. In particular, her gaze was resting on Matt, as he leaned up against a SUV, talking to Doug. Seras's vampire hearing could barely make out the words.
"Well Matt, we're almost ready to go. Another minute or two, and we can go to Hellsing manor two days early."
"Cool. So, was there any damage from the firefight?"
"Luckily no. Both sides came through un-scathed."
Matt nodded, and Seras noted with a small note of satisfaction that he moved quite gingerly.
"So Matt, what do you think of that vampire lady? Cute eh?"
Seras could practically hear the 'nudge nudge, wink wink.'
"Yeah, she is. But trying to kill each other isn't the best groundwork for a relationship Doug."
"Hey, anything can happen. Sides', she was eyeing you back there."
"Riiiiiiiiiiight."
"You have to trust me with this stuff Matt. Just do what I say, and she'll be all over you."
"Uh huh. Sure."
Doug nodded, and started to walk away.
"You do realize she heard every word of that, right Doug?"
Doug simply nodded, a grin on his face.
Matt shook his head at his friend's antics, and concentrated on healing the bruises he had just received. Seras packed quite a punch, though she lacked the proper training. With the proper training Seras could become a force to be reckoned with, much more powerful than she was now. As it was, she wouldn't last long against Matt if he didn't hold back as much as he had.
Matt was soon lost in considerations of Seras. All too soon he was dragged back to the real world with a reminder of just how real it was.
Someone was watching him.
Matt suddenly moved away from the SUV in a run. After about ten steps, he leapt up to the roof of the building, and as he landed, he picked up his pace of running, leaping to the next building when he reached the edge of the roof.
Seras gasped in surprise when she saw Matt suddenly move, and she found herself on her feet running after him before she knew what was going on. She was stopped by an iron hard grip on her shoulder, and she wheeled around to find herself face to face with a very serious Doug.
"Don't even try. Not even I can keep up with him when he does this."
Seras didn't bother replying verbally. Instead, she broke his grip, and charged after Matt, using her senses to pinpoint his location.
(Damn. He's already five blocks away!) -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
Matt slowed down as he came to another building's edge. Instead of jumping to the next building, he instead dropped down into the alley.
The surprise attack came as he was falling, aimed directly at his face.
Matt didn't flinch as his arm snapped out and caught the sword thrown at him by the hilt.
He landed, and glared at the man before him, a sword in each hand, and a crazed grin on his face.
"Oh hell, not you again. Man, can't I ever get rid of you?!"
"I'm afraid not, demon! You are not long for this world, so what should it matter to you?"
That said, Alexander Anderson charged Matt, swords held at the ready. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- _-_-_-
End Chapter 2.
So what do you think? Please review.
Oh yeah, I have some responses for the reviews submitted for chapter one:
Right, first I would like to apologize for any offense my first summary may have caused. I was in a sour mood, and a little desperate for reviews, since another fic I had posted hadn't gotten one, and still hasn't...
Secondly, those of you who wanted me to instant message you, I'm sorry for not doing so yet. I'm having a bit of trouble figuring out how it works.
Alucard's Familiar: Thanks for notifying me about the mistake with Anderson's name in the first chapter. I have fixed that.
BlueMew: Thanks for also notifying me about Anderson's name. But Seras, and the other vampire she chooses to be included in the deal, with refer to him as Alex, since they will be business partner's, of a sort. I'm sorry if the chapters are too long. This one should be a bit shorter, but I'm still debating whether to make it the norm, or just end the chapter when I think it should end. As for the werewolves, I have never seen, or heard of, the series of Underworld, so I have no idea about how they screwed it up. I hope that my interpretation of werewolves will be acceptable to you and the others who read this fic.
h4x: The handgun in the summary was indeed Alucard's that I borrowed. However, I was unaware of its specific weight, since I only remember them saying the gun's weight in Kilo's, and I didn't have a conversion scale with me right then.
Right. Thank you one and all for the reviews.