Reprieve-Order 6-Old enemies
Alucard's mind was a mess. He was convinced that something was wrong with the serum that Walter had given Seras. For one if it truly worked he wouldn't be feeling such sappy human emotions for Seras. Another was the fact that even when he was human he never felt such things, these feelings were coming from her and it felt like a poison to him, running threw his body with no way to stop it, slowly destroying his personality. If this kept up than he would be such a wreck that Integra would put him down. "Dam you Walter, I trusted you when you found out how to make it that you said you never would, you gave me your useless word, human."
He let the feeling pour into him freely now, whenever he tried to resist now it physically drained him of his strength. He decided to lock himself in his chambers only emerging when Integra called for him, if any one saw him like this he would be the laughing stock of all of Hellsing, the great No life King reduced to some love sick moron.
Sighing he looked down at the blood packet in his hand, recently his cravings for blood were starting to slacken. 'Another side affect of this dammed mental poison that Seras is feeding me...' Alucard thought as he threw the partly full packet to the floor, the contents spilling out.
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A tall man walked down the semi light hallway. Standing nearly seven feet tall he wore a sand colored coat, shirt, pants and large silver cross around his neck. The weapons beneath his coat did nothing to give away his approach. Section thirteen's intelligence had revealed that the Nofaratu's little bloodsucker had relocated to her original residence. "Makes no difference where yee sleep you dirty bloodsucker." Anderson said to himself as he approached the door to Seras' loft. He had been ordered to strike her down when she was exposed, than go after Alucard.
"I will purify yee unclean sprit, lay yee body to rest and then go after the one that made yah. In the name of the father and the son and the holy ghost..." Kicking the door in Anderson stepped into the loft to find a surprised young strawberry blonde girl standing there in a D-11 uniform.
"Amen." Pulling out a pair of his countless swords he looked straight at Seras, he instantly saw her eye color was not that of a demons but that of an agitated humans.
"Changing yee appearance will not spar yee from Gods divine judgment. Even if yee act like yah human yee still a filthy bloodsucker and a heathen." Anderson said as he approached her.
"I'm not a vampire anymore you crazed priest!" Seras shouted, drawing her Hellsing gun. 'Oh great, smooth move Seras, just pull out that gun.'
"Once yee have been touched by the curse there is never any redemption save for the slice of these blessed blades yah filthy demon." Anderson said, now only a few feet away from his prey. Seras had to think fast; Anderson was on par with mas... Alucard. As a human she was less than nothing in fighting skills compared to him.
As Anderson approached he would normally be able to sense a vampire. Something was wrong, he couldn't sense her even though she was right in front of him pointing a gun at him, like that could do anything. "I... not... a... vampire!" Seras shouted again. "And I can prove it to you!"
Holding out her arm towards Anderson she looked coldly at him. "Touch the silver to my skin, that's all the proof you will need."
Anderson smiled at her. "I know what yee are bloodsucker. No need for a test!" Anderson shouted as the blade came down on her arm. Seras managed to jerk it out of the way to keep her arm from being severed but the edge of the sword still caught her arm. She screamed in pain as the sword sliced shallowly threw her arm, leaving a three-inch cut.
Anderson smiled as be pulled the weapon back for another blow. As he was about to strike something on the normally stainless blade caught his eye, blood. 'Sense when do demons blood stay on the blades?'
"I...I told you, I'm... human." Seras stammered from the pain and anger she was feeling. The blood was flowing freely from the wound. Anderson looked closely, it should have sealed twice over by now.
"That still doesn't forgive your second transgression by joining Hellsing." Anderson said.
"I left Hellsing! I couldn't stand being close to Alucard, I'm back with D-11 now!" Seras shouted, it felt pathetic trying to get this regenerator to believe her but what else could she do? For the first time sense taking the serum, she wished she were still a vampire so she could at least have a fighting chance against the crazed Iscariot paladin.
Lowering his swords Anderson kneeled down so that he was at eyelevel with the former vampire. "So yee have forsaken yee master and the heathens that keep him. God's been merciful to yee." He chuckled. Getting up Anderson turned to leave.
"Wait, that's it? You're not going to try to kill me?" Seras said before she bit her tongue, she didn't want to give the priest any ideas. Without turning around, the priest replied.
"There be no reason in killing yee and it would be a sin in God's eyes. Yee not a threat to Iscariot anymore, though that demon that took you is. Count your blessings little one that yee had the sense to leave before I send that filthy demon to hell." With that, Anderson left the loft, his mission was to kill the vampire, and he found her already dead.
Seras watched the door for a few minutes before going to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom to clean the wound. A taste of bitterness was in her mouth as she recalled the last words the paladin said to her, they made her feel like she should have remained with Alucard. As the stinging sensation of the disinfectant shot across the exposed nerves she couldn't help but feel that she did in fact make the wrong choice in leaving Alu... in leaving her master.
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Authors note: Order 6 was supposed to be the last chapter for this as ideas for Dark Son are starting to come back but I felt that for the following chapter that this would be needed. I hope that this chapter explains the extreme o.o.c. that I have Alucard doing. Things will become clear in the last chapter.
