Chapter 5: Missions, Missions, and Really Big Guns.
Seras kicked down the door, and quickly scanned the room, spotting only a few rotting corpses, as well as another door. She entered the room, her MP5 at the ready, Doug a step behind her. They both scanned the room again as a few Hellsing soldiers entered after Doug. Then they both headed for the other door, the soldiers following, but pausing to shoot the corpses to make sure they wouldn't rise again. Seras, Doug, and the Hellsing soldiers paused at the door, eyeing it warily. Seras glanced at the men gathered with her, and they all nodded that they were ready. Seras nodded in return, and then kicked down the door.
Howls echoed as ghouls charged the door, and Seras backed up, aiming her MP5, the Hellsing soldier's doing the same. Doug merely narrowed his eyes, drawing forth a nine millimeter hand gun, but not aiming. Seras didn't notice as she and the soldiers opened fire, spraying the ghouls with hot silver as they neared the door. Soon the last ghoul had turned to dust, and Doug hurried into the room, bringing up his gun. Seras quickly followed, placing the MP5 to her shoulder.
Entering the room, Seras saw that the room was quite large and that the floor was littered with blood, furniture broken apart into small pieces, and pieces of rotting flesh. There was a sucking sound, one Seras had come to identify as a vampire feeding, and she quickly scanned the room for its source. After a moment, she found it.
Crouched in the corner of the room was a young boy, no more than 10 years old, and the corpse of a girl. Seras couldn't guess at the girl's age as half her face was missing as well as everything from the waist down. The boy had his mouth clamped quite firmly to the girl's throat, and was sucking for all he was worth. He totally ignored Doug and Seras for a moment, then snapped his eyes to them, his mouth still clamped to the girl. Seras blinked at the sight of the boy's eyes.
The eyes said that the boy was totally insane.
It wasn't the insanity of Alucard. This was the insanity of a wild beast, consumed by bloodlust. Seras felt a moment of pity for the boy's soul as she aimed her MP5 and fired.
The boy instantly dropped the girl, and flung himself across the room, moving so quickly that he was gone before the bullets even came close to him. The bullets kept moving, tearing through the girls flesh and keeping her from turning into a ghoul.
The soldier's eyes widened and Doug gestured them back. He and Seras would have to take care of this.
Seras turned to follow the boy, surprised at his raw speed as he slid to a stop. Doug also turned, eyeing the boy with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. The boy looked at them and hissed, his fangs stained pink from blood. He crouched down onto all fours, and moved to the left, slowly. Seras followed him with her MP5, keeping him in its sights. She idly wondered why Doug was doing the same, but shrugged it off and fired.
The boy was once again gone before the bullets came even close. But as he started to move, Doug took aim with his gun and pulled the trigger once. The bullet flew on a perfect intercept course, aimed right where the boy would be in the apex of his jump. The bullet flew true, and would have taken the boy in the chest, but the diminutive vampire suddenly flipped over in the air, making Seras gape at his show of acrobatics, and the bullet flew harmlessly by his mid air twisting body. He landed on all fours perfectly, and leapt forward, this time at them, his fangs bared. Doug calmly reached over, grabbed the back of Seras' uniform, and dragged her out of the way.
The vampire flew past, taking a swipe at Seras with its right hand, before landing on its hands and swinging around to face them. It hissed as Doug raised his gun and fired two shots at it, the first straight at it, and the second in its path as it leaped away. Doug growled in the back of his throat as it once again flipped over in midair to avoid the bullet.
"What in the hell IS it?!"
Doug answered Seras' question without taking his eyes off of the vampire.
"It's a vampire totally consumed by the bloodlust that plagues them all. He's no more than a beast in there, wild and dangerous to everyone, even other vampires. Mostly vampires have strong magic, and can do a multitude of things."
The vampire once again lunged, and this time Doug fired a bullet in its path before dragging Seras out of its way. The vampire twisted in midair, but the bullet grazed its thigh as it flew past.
"But vampires like this can only use their magic for one thing: Augmenting their physical abilities, and instincts. He can't perform any other magic because he doesn't realize he has the ability anymore. He's just a very powerful beast, totally consumed by his need for blood. This makes him all the more dangerous. Any ghouls that rise from his blood drinking are also beasts, seeking flesh to eat and nothing else. And because the vampire drinks blood constantly, he creates ghouls at a rate much greater than most vampires."
Seras would've nodded at Doug's explanation, but the vampire lunged at them, much faster than before, hands extended and formed into claws. Doug shoved her out of the way, and dove to the side himself. The vampire flew past, the force of his jump carrying him to the wall, where his hands absorbed his momentum easily. He placed his feet on the wall, and prepared to launch himself at Doug.
"Damn it, where's Matt when you need him?"
In reply, Seras merely took aim, but she could've sworn she heard a whisper.
"Your wish is my command."
Just before the vampire launched himself from the wall, the spot just over his left shoulder suddenly darkened, and seemed to liquefy. An arm, clothed in a white jacket sleeve, with a black glove covering the hand, shot out of the hole, and wrapped around the vampires neck, effortlessly pinning the thrashing undead to the wall.
Doug rose to a crouch and took aim with his gun, and pulled the trigger twice. The two bullets tore into the vampire's skull and heart, and the undead boy turned to ash. Doug rose the rest of the way to his feet as did Seras and they both looked at the arm as it waved cheerfully at them then disappeared into the wall. Doug growled as he changed the magazine of his gun.
"'Bout damn time you showed up."
Out in the street, Doug retrieved a black duffel bag he had dropped before entering the building as the Hellsing soldiers and Seras headed for the AGT. Just before all of them boarded their mode of transport, another soldier of Hellsing, charged with keeping the area outside the building secure, ran up to Seras and conferred with her quickly. She waved Doug and Matt over, who obliged, and the three of them formed a small huddle while Seras relayed a message from HQ.
"Walter sends a message that they've located another vampire building, with LOTS of ghouls."
Doug considered for a moment before speaking.
"You and the Hellsing soilders should head back to the mansion. Matt and I will take this."
Seras frowned at Doug.
"I agree that the soldiers should go home, this feels too big for them. But I'm going with you two."
Before Doug could argue, Seras turned and headed into the AGT, and reemerged with the Halconnen, and a backpack with ammo. Doug's eyebrows rose of their own accord at the size of the weapon as Matt spoke.
"Alright, you can come. But you get to stay outside the building, and supply heavy sniper fire."
With that, all three jumped to the rooftops, Matt carrying Seras up, and headed for the new vamp nest.
Doug ran up the stairs, two sub-machine guns in each hand, spraying bullets into the ghouls as they came down the stairs in a flood. How a vampire or vampires had remained unchecked long enough to create this many ghouls wasn't important to Doug at the moment. Wiping out the undead in this building was important.
Doug exhausted both clips, and pressed the button to drop them from the guns. Placing one gun in his mouth and ignoring the temperature of the gun, he grabbed two fresh clips with his now free hand, and rammed the clips home into the guns. He dropped the gun in his mouth into his hand and brought both guns up to resume fire.
His eyes widened and he bared his teeth in a silent snarl as he saw the first vampire of this building, its hands reaching out and grabbing Doug by the shoulders. It opened its mouth wide, baring its own fangs, and lurched forward to bite down on Doug's neck. Doug brought up the machine guns, aiming them at the vampires gut, but knew he couldn't pull the triggers in time.
A lone gunshot sounded and the vampires head exploded, and the dead body was thrown away from Doug even as it turned to ash. Doug glanced to his left where Matt crouched, a smoking desert eagle in his hand, and a grin on his face. Doug nodded his thanks.
Well, wiping out MOST of the undead in this building was important.
Doug and Matt both ran up the stairs, dispatching any ghouls in the way with well placed bullets, before coming up to the top floor of the building. There they found themselves in a hallway, with a large set of double doors at the end.
"Matt?"
"There are four in there. One's totally feral, two are your standard vamps, and the fourth is a dead lord."
Doug nodded at the number as he put the sub-machine guns into the holsters inside his own blue jacket, and drew forth his hand gun.
"You take the feral, I'll take the two standards, and Seras can have the dead lord. You hear that Seras?"
Matt nodded his ascent and drew his katana as Doug's radio crackled to life and Seras voice sounded, distorted by the gadget.
"Roger."
Doug and Matt calmly walked down the hallway, and glanced at each other. Then they kicked the double doors down, shattering them with the force they applied. Just as Matt had said, there were four vampires in the room. The two normal vampires looked like they were twins, and they eyed Doug and Matt with hatred, while the feral vampire merely hissed at them, crawling forward slightly. The dead lord, or lady as it was a woman, sat in a large, comfy looking armchair. She eyed them with disdain then merely gestured at them, and her vampires underlings charged forward.
Doug moved to the left while Matt moved to the right, each intercepting their targets.
Doug ran for the two vampires, gun ready. At the last second, instead of firing, he dropped down, sliding forward into one of the vampires, stopping his progress while his twin continued on for a few feet. The vampire Doug had stopped looked down at him in surprise as Doug raised his gun and fired twice, putting each bullet in one of the vampires eyes. The undead creature screamed, his hands clawing at his eyes as he turned to ash. Doug flipped over to his stomach, and emptied the rest of his clip into the remaining vampire twin, who turned into ash.
Matt had dispatched his own vampire nearly as quickly. The feral undead had predictably leapt toward Matt, arms outstretched, fingers crooked into claws. Matt was quite sure that the feral vampire wanted to tear out his eyes. In response to the vampire's reckless charge, Matt slashed out twice with his sword, cutting off the vampire's arms who shrieked at the touch of the blade's metal, before ducking down and planting his shoulder into the vampires gut, just under the ribcage. The vampire was thrown back as his arms fell to the floor, turning into ash.
The feral vampire skidded back, balancing on his feet as he left slight furrows in the floor. He looked up, growling, and was driven back as Matt's sword was thrown, piercing him through the heart, and pinning him to the wall. The feral vampire turned to ash before he could even utter a sound.
The Dead Lady looked on impassively. She stood up, her long hair falling about her. Doug tapped his radio transmitter.
"Seras, the Dead Lady's yours."
The Dead Lady smirked at Doug, and got ready to use the telepathic powers she had been gifted with, when the far wall exploded. The Dead Lady blinked in almost comical surprise as her body exploded less than a second later, and then was consumed in the flames of the incendiary round Seras had used.
On the roof of a nearby building, Seras stood up and flipped open her Halconnen, letting the spent shell pop out before snapping it shut. She looked through the wall the weapon had punched a hole into to see Matt calmly walk forward and retrieve his sword from the wall, and Doug change the magazine in his gun. They both nodded at her and she nodded back.
Once into the street, they relaxed as the Hellsing clean up crew ran into the building. They all felt a slight feeling of foreboding as one soldier detached himself from the general flow, and ran over to them to deliver yet another message.
"Officer Seras, we have reports of a ship heading up the channel that's loaded with the undead."
Seras nodded wearily as she, Matt, and Doug stood, Doug slinging his duffel bag onto his back. All three of them headed for the river, once again taking to the rooftops.
They came to a stop on the roof of a warehouse over looking the river. Seras came up and glared slightly at Matt.
"Next time, warn me before you do that, alright?"
Matt's eyebrows rose in inquiry.
"Don't simply grab me and jump up to the rooftops. It's rather surprising."
Matt grinned slightly, and Seras took a step back at the mischievous quality to it, grinning as well, when Doug spoke.
"I hate to break up this lover's moment, but I think our ship just arrived."
Matt and Seras walked up to the edge of the roof, Matt lightly smacking Doug upside the head, and looked out over the water. In the river there was a rather large yatch, looking slightly run down as it slowly moved through the water. Matt narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment they widened in surprise.
"That's it alright. There are nearly a hundred undead in there."
Doug rubbed his chin in thought.
"Too many to board and storm it...Any ideas?"
Matt grinned at Doug, this time a rather feral grin, and reached into his jacket.
"You have to ask?"
Matt withdrew his arm, and Seras gasped in surprise.
Resting quite easily on Matt's arm was a custom made double gattling gun, two chains of ammunition disappearing into Matt's coat. Matt grinned even harder when he saw Seras' face.
"Courtesy of Black. He comes up with some interesting ideas."
Doug merely glanced at Matt's weapon before shrugging, and swung his duffel bag off his shoulder, and placed it gently onto the ground before unzipping it, and drawing forth yet another needlessly big gun.
Three barrels, placed so the formed a triangle, ran back into the main body of the gun, which mainly looked like a giant ammo clip, wrapping around the gun's barrels.
Seras blinked in surprise before catching onto their plan of action. Her fist inclination was to protest wildly, but something made her stop. She glanced at Matt's grin again, and at Doug to see that he also had a small grin, and felt a grin blossoming on her own face. She un-swung her backpack, opened it, and pulled out a Halconnen round. She popped open her own needlessly big gun, and loaded the shell, before snapping it closed, and assuming the traditional sniper's position, laying on her stomach, with the gun pointed out in front of her. Doug's grin widened.
"On the count of three: One...Two...Three!!!"
They all opened fire on the ship.
Matt's gattling guns sprayed forth two streams of silver and uranium death, which easily tore through the ships hull, and into the compartments within. Doug raised his gun to his shoulder, sighted at the ship, and pulled the trigger. Three rockets shot out of the barrels of his gun, spiraling around themselves, before impacting the side of the ship, tearing open a hole about five feet in diameter.
The barrels of Doug's gun needlessly rotated 120 degrees.
Seras sighted along the Halconnen, aiming for the piloting house of the yatch, and pulled the trigger. The anti-freak cannon tore a hole easily as large as that of Doug's tri-rocket launcher, before exploding within the pilot's house, bathing it in flames. She quickly reloaded and fired again.
For five minutes they sprayed the ship with death. When they were finally done, having exhausted the ammo of their respective weapons, the ship was torn apart down to the water line, and the remains quickly fell down into the depths of the river, never to be seen again. They calmly put their weapons away, Matt reaching into his coat, Doug placing his gun into the duffle bag, and Seras strapping hers to the back of her waist. They then calmly turned and walked away, each equally sure that they had woken up most of London, and not a one of them caring.
Seras was a bit concerned about that last bit, and couldn't figure out why she didn't care. But she shrugged it off, and simply headed for home.
Three figures watched the three of them leave. Two were using the magic of their race to hide from view, while the other used more mundane ways to hide, and simply stood in the shadows of a nearby roof top.
The man standing in the shadows walked out into the light revealing himself to be Alexander Anderson, and he stared at the spot where the ship had once been in no little shock. After a moment of consideration of the ship's fate, and of those who brought that fate about, he turned and walked away, wondering what he had gotten himself into by allying with the two vampires.
Another of the silent watchers recalled the picture of the burning yatch with no small amount of glee, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness. He turned and 'shadow walked' toward the Hellsing Manor, the vague outline of a trench coat and a wide brimmed hat barely seen.
Another vampire merely vanished, too shocked to do anything else. He had to report this event to his master.
:Author's Note: Right. First and foremost, I must apologize. This chapter was written with the sole purpose of posting something, even if I am finding ways to tie it in with the overall plot.
Secondly, Doug's weapon, the tri-rocket launcher. That idea came from the fanfic 'Guardian', in the Ranma section. I suggest you read it, as it is an excellent Ranma fic, one of the better ones I've read.
Anyway, what'd you think of my chapter of random violence and the needless slaughter or vampires? Please review. Even if it was a filler chapter, I'd still like feedback. Thanks.
Seras kicked down the door, and quickly scanned the room, spotting only a few rotting corpses, as well as another door. She entered the room, her MP5 at the ready, Doug a step behind her. They both scanned the room again as a few Hellsing soldiers entered after Doug. Then they both headed for the other door, the soldiers following, but pausing to shoot the corpses to make sure they wouldn't rise again. Seras, Doug, and the Hellsing soldiers paused at the door, eyeing it warily. Seras glanced at the men gathered with her, and they all nodded that they were ready. Seras nodded in return, and then kicked down the door.
Howls echoed as ghouls charged the door, and Seras backed up, aiming her MP5, the Hellsing soldier's doing the same. Doug merely narrowed his eyes, drawing forth a nine millimeter hand gun, but not aiming. Seras didn't notice as she and the soldiers opened fire, spraying the ghouls with hot silver as they neared the door. Soon the last ghoul had turned to dust, and Doug hurried into the room, bringing up his gun. Seras quickly followed, placing the MP5 to her shoulder.
Entering the room, Seras saw that the room was quite large and that the floor was littered with blood, furniture broken apart into small pieces, and pieces of rotting flesh. There was a sucking sound, one Seras had come to identify as a vampire feeding, and she quickly scanned the room for its source. After a moment, she found it.
Crouched in the corner of the room was a young boy, no more than 10 years old, and the corpse of a girl. Seras couldn't guess at the girl's age as half her face was missing as well as everything from the waist down. The boy had his mouth clamped quite firmly to the girl's throat, and was sucking for all he was worth. He totally ignored Doug and Seras for a moment, then snapped his eyes to them, his mouth still clamped to the girl. Seras blinked at the sight of the boy's eyes.
The eyes said that the boy was totally insane.
It wasn't the insanity of Alucard. This was the insanity of a wild beast, consumed by bloodlust. Seras felt a moment of pity for the boy's soul as she aimed her MP5 and fired.
The boy instantly dropped the girl, and flung himself across the room, moving so quickly that he was gone before the bullets even came close to him. The bullets kept moving, tearing through the girls flesh and keeping her from turning into a ghoul.
The soldier's eyes widened and Doug gestured them back. He and Seras would have to take care of this.
Seras turned to follow the boy, surprised at his raw speed as he slid to a stop. Doug also turned, eyeing the boy with an unreadable emotion in his eyes. The boy looked at them and hissed, his fangs stained pink from blood. He crouched down onto all fours, and moved to the left, slowly. Seras followed him with her MP5, keeping him in its sights. She idly wondered why Doug was doing the same, but shrugged it off and fired.
The boy was once again gone before the bullets came even close. But as he started to move, Doug took aim with his gun and pulled the trigger once. The bullet flew on a perfect intercept course, aimed right where the boy would be in the apex of his jump. The bullet flew true, and would have taken the boy in the chest, but the diminutive vampire suddenly flipped over in the air, making Seras gape at his show of acrobatics, and the bullet flew harmlessly by his mid air twisting body. He landed on all fours perfectly, and leapt forward, this time at them, his fangs bared. Doug calmly reached over, grabbed the back of Seras' uniform, and dragged her out of the way.
The vampire flew past, taking a swipe at Seras with its right hand, before landing on its hands and swinging around to face them. It hissed as Doug raised his gun and fired two shots at it, the first straight at it, and the second in its path as it leaped away. Doug growled in the back of his throat as it once again flipped over in midair to avoid the bullet.
"What in the hell IS it?!"
Doug answered Seras' question without taking his eyes off of the vampire.
"It's a vampire totally consumed by the bloodlust that plagues them all. He's no more than a beast in there, wild and dangerous to everyone, even other vampires. Mostly vampires have strong magic, and can do a multitude of things."
The vampire once again lunged, and this time Doug fired a bullet in its path before dragging Seras out of its way. The vampire twisted in midair, but the bullet grazed its thigh as it flew past.
"But vampires like this can only use their magic for one thing: Augmenting their physical abilities, and instincts. He can't perform any other magic because he doesn't realize he has the ability anymore. He's just a very powerful beast, totally consumed by his need for blood. This makes him all the more dangerous. Any ghouls that rise from his blood drinking are also beasts, seeking flesh to eat and nothing else. And because the vampire drinks blood constantly, he creates ghouls at a rate much greater than most vampires."
Seras would've nodded at Doug's explanation, but the vampire lunged at them, much faster than before, hands extended and formed into claws. Doug shoved her out of the way, and dove to the side himself. The vampire flew past, the force of his jump carrying him to the wall, where his hands absorbed his momentum easily. He placed his feet on the wall, and prepared to launch himself at Doug.
"Damn it, where's Matt when you need him?"
In reply, Seras merely took aim, but she could've sworn she heard a whisper.
"Your wish is my command."
Just before the vampire launched himself from the wall, the spot just over his left shoulder suddenly darkened, and seemed to liquefy. An arm, clothed in a white jacket sleeve, with a black glove covering the hand, shot out of the hole, and wrapped around the vampires neck, effortlessly pinning the thrashing undead to the wall.
Doug rose to a crouch and took aim with his gun, and pulled the trigger twice. The two bullets tore into the vampire's skull and heart, and the undead boy turned to ash. Doug rose the rest of the way to his feet as did Seras and they both looked at the arm as it waved cheerfully at them then disappeared into the wall. Doug growled as he changed the magazine of his gun.
"'Bout damn time you showed up."
Out in the street, Doug retrieved a black duffel bag he had dropped before entering the building as the Hellsing soldiers and Seras headed for the AGT. Just before all of them boarded their mode of transport, another soldier of Hellsing, charged with keeping the area outside the building secure, ran up to Seras and conferred with her quickly. She waved Doug and Matt over, who obliged, and the three of them formed a small huddle while Seras relayed a message from HQ.
"Walter sends a message that they've located another vampire building, with LOTS of ghouls."
Doug considered for a moment before speaking.
"You and the Hellsing soilders should head back to the mansion. Matt and I will take this."
Seras frowned at Doug.
"I agree that the soldiers should go home, this feels too big for them. But I'm going with you two."
Before Doug could argue, Seras turned and headed into the AGT, and reemerged with the Halconnen, and a backpack with ammo. Doug's eyebrows rose of their own accord at the size of the weapon as Matt spoke.
"Alright, you can come. But you get to stay outside the building, and supply heavy sniper fire."
With that, all three jumped to the rooftops, Matt carrying Seras up, and headed for the new vamp nest.
Doug ran up the stairs, two sub-machine guns in each hand, spraying bullets into the ghouls as they came down the stairs in a flood. How a vampire or vampires had remained unchecked long enough to create this many ghouls wasn't important to Doug at the moment. Wiping out the undead in this building was important.
Doug exhausted both clips, and pressed the button to drop them from the guns. Placing one gun in his mouth and ignoring the temperature of the gun, he grabbed two fresh clips with his now free hand, and rammed the clips home into the guns. He dropped the gun in his mouth into his hand and brought both guns up to resume fire.
His eyes widened and he bared his teeth in a silent snarl as he saw the first vampire of this building, its hands reaching out and grabbing Doug by the shoulders. It opened its mouth wide, baring its own fangs, and lurched forward to bite down on Doug's neck. Doug brought up the machine guns, aiming them at the vampires gut, but knew he couldn't pull the triggers in time.
A lone gunshot sounded and the vampires head exploded, and the dead body was thrown away from Doug even as it turned to ash. Doug glanced to his left where Matt crouched, a smoking desert eagle in his hand, and a grin on his face. Doug nodded his thanks.
Well, wiping out MOST of the undead in this building was important.
Doug and Matt both ran up the stairs, dispatching any ghouls in the way with well placed bullets, before coming up to the top floor of the building. There they found themselves in a hallway, with a large set of double doors at the end.
"Matt?"
"There are four in there. One's totally feral, two are your standard vamps, and the fourth is a dead lord."
Doug nodded at the number as he put the sub-machine guns into the holsters inside his own blue jacket, and drew forth his hand gun.
"You take the feral, I'll take the two standards, and Seras can have the dead lord. You hear that Seras?"
Matt nodded his ascent and drew his katana as Doug's radio crackled to life and Seras voice sounded, distorted by the gadget.
"Roger."
Doug and Matt calmly walked down the hallway, and glanced at each other. Then they kicked the double doors down, shattering them with the force they applied. Just as Matt had said, there were four vampires in the room. The two normal vampires looked like they were twins, and they eyed Doug and Matt with hatred, while the feral vampire merely hissed at them, crawling forward slightly. The dead lord, or lady as it was a woman, sat in a large, comfy looking armchair. She eyed them with disdain then merely gestured at them, and her vampires underlings charged forward.
Doug moved to the left while Matt moved to the right, each intercepting their targets.
Doug ran for the two vampires, gun ready. At the last second, instead of firing, he dropped down, sliding forward into one of the vampires, stopping his progress while his twin continued on for a few feet. The vampire Doug had stopped looked down at him in surprise as Doug raised his gun and fired twice, putting each bullet in one of the vampires eyes. The undead creature screamed, his hands clawing at his eyes as he turned to ash. Doug flipped over to his stomach, and emptied the rest of his clip into the remaining vampire twin, who turned into ash.
Matt had dispatched his own vampire nearly as quickly. The feral undead had predictably leapt toward Matt, arms outstretched, fingers crooked into claws. Matt was quite sure that the feral vampire wanted to tear out his eyes. In response to the vampire's reckless charge, Matt slashed out twice with his sword, cutting off the vampire's arms who shrieked at the touch of the blade's metal, before ducking down and planting his shoulder into the vampires gut, just under the ribcage. The vampire was thrown back as his arms fell to the floor, turning into ash.
The feral vampire skidded back, balancing on his feet as he left slight furrows in the floor. He looked up, growling, and was driven back as Matt's sword was thrown, piercing him through the heart, and pinning him to the wall. The feral vampire turned to ash before he could even utter a sound.
The Dead Lady looked on impassively. She stood up, her long hair falling about her. Doug tapped his radio transmitter.
"Seras, the Dead Lady's yours."
The Dead Lady smirked at Doug, and got ready to use the telepathic powers she had been gifted with, when the far wall exploded. The Dead Lady blinked in almost comical surprise as her body exploded less than a second later, and then was consumed in the flames of the incendiary round Seras had used.
On the roof of a nearby building, Seras stood up and flipped open her Halconnen, letting the spent shell pop out before snapping it shut. She looked through the wall the weapon had punched a hole into to see Matt calmly walk forward and retrieve his sword from the wall, and Doug change the magazine in his gun. They both nodded at her and she nodded back.
Once into the street, they relaxed as the Hellsing clean up crew ran into the building. They all felt a slight feeling of foreboding as one soldier detached himself from the general flow, and ran over to them to deliver yet another message.
"Officer Seras, we have reports of a ship heading up the channel that's loaded with the undead."
Seras nodded wearily as she, Matt, and Doug stood, Doug slinging his duffel bag onto his back. All three of them headed for the river, once again taking to the rooftops.
They came to a stop on the roof of a warehouse over looking the river. Seras came up and glared slightly at Matt.
"Next time, warn me before you do that, alright?"
Matt's eyebrows rose in inquiry.
"Don't simply grab me and jump up to the rooftops. It's rather surprising."
Matt grinned slightly, and Seras took a step back at the mischievous quality to it, grinning as well, when Doug spoke.
"I hate to break up this lover's moment, but I think our ship just arrived."
Matt and Seras walked up to the edge of the roof, Matt lightly smacking Doug upside the head, and looked out over the water. In the river there was a rather large yatch, looking slightly run down as it slowly moved through the water. Matt narrowed his eyes slightly, and after a moment they widened in surprise.
"That's it alright. There are nearly a hundred undead in there."
Doug rubbed his chin in thought.
"Too many to board and storm it...Any ideas?"
Matt grinned at Doug, this time a rather feral grin, and reached into his jacket.
"You have to ask?"
Matt withdrew his arm, and Seras gasped in surprise.
Resting quite easily on Matt's arm was a custom made double gattling gun, two chains of ammunition disappearing into Matt's coat. Matt grinned even harder when he saw Seras' face.
"Courtesy of Black. He comes up with some interesting ideas."
Doug merely glanced at Matt's weapon before shrugging, and swung his duffel bag off his shoulder, and placed it gently onto the ground before unzipping it, and drawing forth yet another needlessly big gun.
Three barrels, placed so the formed a triangle, ran back into the main body of the gun, which mainly looked like a giant ammo clip, wrapping around the gun's barrels.
Seras blinked in surprise before catching onto their plan of action. Her fist inclination was to protest wildly, but something made her stop. She glanced at Matt's grin again, and at Doug to see that he also had a small grin, and felt a grin blossoming on her own face. She un-swung her backpack, opened it, and pulled out a Halconnen round. She popped open her own needlessly big gun, and loaded the shell, before snapping it closed, and assuming the traditional sniper's position, laying on her stomach, with the gun pointed out in front of her. Doug's grin widened.
"On the count of three: One...Two...Three!!!"
They all opened fire on the ship.
Matt's gattling guns sprayed forth two streams of silver and uranium death, which easily tore through the ships hull, and into the compartments within. Doug raised his gun to his shoulder, sighted at the ship, and pulled the trigger. Three rockets shot out of the barrels of his gun, spiraling around themselves, before impacting the side of the ship, tearing open a hole about five feet in diameter.
The barrels of Doug's gun needlessly rotated 120 degrees.
Seras sighted along the Halconnen, aiming for the piloting house of the yatch, and pulled the trigger. The anti-freak cannon tore a hole easily as large as that of Doug's tri-rocket launcher, before exploding within the pilot's house, bathing it in flames. She quickly reloaded and fired again.
For five minutes they sprayed the ship with death. When they were finally done, having exhausted the ammo of their respective weapons, the ship was torn apart down to the water line, and the remains quickly fell down into the depths of the river, never to be seen again. They calmly put their weapons away, Matt reaching into his coat, Doug placing his gun into the duffle bag, and Seras strapping hers to the back of her waist. They then calmly turned and walked away, each equally sure that they had woken up most of London, and not a one of them caring.
Seras was a bit concerned about that last bit, and couldn't figure out why she didn't care. But she shrugged it off, and simply headed for home.
Three figures watched the three of them leave. Two were using the magic of their race to hide from view, while the other used more mundane ways to hide, and simply stood in the shadows of a nearby roof top.
The man standing in the shadows walked out into the light revealing himself to be Alexander Anderson, and he stared at the spot where the ship had once been in no little shock. After a moment of consideration of the ship's fate, and of those who brought that fate about, he turned and walked away, wondering what he had gotten himself into by allying with the two vampires.
Another of the silent watchers recalled the picture of the burning yatch with no small amount of glee, his red eyes gleaming in the darkness. He turned and 'shadow walked' toward the Hellsing Manor, the vague outline of a trench coat and a wide brimmed hat barely seen.
Another vampire merely vanished, too shocked to do anything else. He had to report this event to his master.
:Author's Note: Right. First and foremost, I must apologize. This chapter was written with the sole purpose of posting something, even if I am finding ways to tie it in with the overall plot.
Secondly, Doug's weapon, the tri-rocket launcher. That idea came from the fanfic 'Guardian', in the Ranma section. I suggest you read it, as it is an excellent Ranma fic, one of the better ones I've read.
Anyway, what'd you think of my chapter of random violence and the needless slaughter or vampires? Please review. Even if it was a filler chapter, I'd still like feedback. Thanks.