Reprieve-Order 7-CheddarII
Alucard shot a ghoul straight in the chest and watched it turn to dust, strangely detached from his work. He still remembered the events of the last three days, and this was the day that he turned Seras one year ago. If only that dammed human kept his mouth shut and didn't tell her about the serum than instead of shooting ghouls he would be offering her his blood tonight.
He remembered earlier Walter walking into his room and Alucard nearly bit down on his neck. If it wasn't for the old mans surprising speed he would have been turned into a ghoul. This town didn't help him either with past events. The mere fact that this place was where he turned her was devastating. Simply being in the dammed town that seemed to have a constant ghoul and vampire problem was triggering so many memories.
He remembered being handed his orders; the layout was almost identical to the events a year ago. A D-11 unit had been sent in earlier and had failed to report back. That's when he was put into action, when he was told to move he looked straight into Integra's eyes and asked the burning question.
"Is Seras in that unit?"
"I don't know Alucard, D-11 doesn't report to us so she may or may not be. If she is than we both know she can handle herself."
Even now he could hear the chatter of gunfire being exchanged. Alucard yearned to rush to her and kill anything undead that came close to her, but he had a mission to complete. Walking along the path he continued to kill the ghouls as he headed, to all places for the vermin to hide, the church.
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"Aim for the heart or the head!" Seras shouted as she took aim and put down a ghoul that had gotten uncomfortably close to her. She wouldn't lose her team, not like this again, not like this ever again. When they had arrived in this forsaken place it was to suppress a small riot supposedly. Seras would have objected when the commander asked her to lead the team but she didn't want to look like the mean kitten again.
As soon as they opened the doors and got out she instantly recognized them as ghouls. She instantly opened fire on them; of course the others suppressed her, at least until the first ghoul bit down on one of the team's arms, ripping it off. Now she felt like she was back in Hellsing, leading a team of rookies against the undead. For riot police, they sure lacked in aiming properly and shooting their weapons.
Some of the troops had adopted a system of disabling while the better shot, being Seras, would take the kill. At one point they tried to escape using the armored transport only to have run into a tree a short while later. Now the survivors were standing on the top of the transport shooting at the endless army of ghouls that wanted their flesh.
Seras spotted a D-11 uniform in the mass of ghouls and quickly took the head shot, praying that her remaining comrades didn't see the uniform as it fell to the ground, its wearer turning to dust. A feeling of fulfillment flooded threw her; she was enjoying herself as she took down another ghoul. 'I'm human, I'm human...' Seras screamed when she realized her joy at killing the ghouls.
'Yes, your human Seras, your freeing those pour souls that were forced to become ghouls, never regret freeing them from their slavery.' A voice in her head said. It wasn't her master's voice, or some other's, it was her voice that spoke those words, her waking vampire side that spoke...
Click, click. One by one each of the survivor's guns responded, indicating they had run out of ammo. "Oh screw this!" One of the D-11 officers shouted, jumping down from the roof of the transport and ran down the street, several of the ghouls following.
"Dan get back here!" Another officer shouted as he stood up. The sudden movement and the ghouls shaking the transport caused the man to lose his balance and fell into the mass of Ghouls. Short bursts of screams came from the side and were quickly silenced.
Seras looked around the roof, she was the only one left. She had no ammo, save for the bullets in the pair of Hellsing side arms that rested around her waist. It was happening all over again. It was like some evil force meant for her to die in this cursed place and had been given a second chance of all days tonight to finish the job.
Anger, fear, and regret, they all flooded into her with an unrelenting force. Was this her punishment for betraying her master and becoming human once again? Looking at the edge she could see the hands of the ghouls trying to crawl up to the roof, they knew she was up their. "I'm going to die here..." Seras mumbled to herself.
Something exploded in her. She felt her old strength return to her. Before she knew what has happening, she was on the ground with the guns in hand, shooting the ghouls without any remorse. A single bullet for each ghoul found its way to the heart or the head of its target. Something in her refused to go out without a fight; she refused to simply surrender to the undead slaves.
Click, click the handguns locked back, showing the rounds were spent. Seeing this, the ghouls slowly advanced on her. 'Let me help!' the voice in her mind called out.
Without realizing it, Seras found her hand buried in the chest of one of the ghouls before it turned to dust. Snapping out of the sudden trance Seras realized what she had just done, but the ghouls didn't care and they were in greater number. Making the choice she turned and ran.
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Seras ran as hard as she could. The sounds of the ghouls were the only thing that she needed to hear to keep up her pace. 'What if there is a vampire in the church, god that would be ironic.' Seras thought to herself.
But it was a valid point she had nothing to defend herself and she doubted she could punch her fist threw another ghoul let alone a vampire. "How the hell did I do that anyway?" Seras asked herself out loud.
All her silver bullets were used to kill the ghouls when she jumped from the transport. As she entered the clearing she stopped dead in her tracks. In front of her was the graveyard and beyond the same church were Alucard had turned her last year. For a moment she saw herself walking up to the church door with her pistol drawn and entering the building. She wanted some other place to hide, to her; if she entered the church again she would come out with red eyes.
Suddenly she heard the rustling of branches and the dull moaning of the ghouls behind her. Her choice had been made for her apparently as she ran for the entrance to the church.
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Alucard walked along the red carpet in the center of the two rows of pews. He looked at his opponent, this time a vampire dressed as a nun. "Is there some vampire church I am not aware of? You are the second shameless animal that I have encountered that would dress as a soldier of God." Alucard smirked. He had to keep up the facade; the emotions that were flooding into him wanted him to run.
'No! If Seras is here, killing this vampire will kill the ghouls...' he thought to himself.
"Oh you're cute, what's a vampire like you doing..." The vampire nun never had time to finish her sentence as a large claymore exploded from her chest. She looked down in disbelief at the silver weapon that rested in her stomach.
"Yee soul may be dammed lost sister, but yee body may now rest. In the name of the father and the son and the Holy Ghost! Amen!" With that Anderson pulled up on the sword, cutting threw the rest of the body before it became dust.
He looked insanely at Alucard, the smile on his face spoke of assured victory. "Behold, vampire. The sword of the first slayer of your kind! It be blessed day and night by his Holiness, the first pope of the Catholic Church, for three years. Can yee feel the power come from it vampire? It holds more power to keep you from using your cheap... black... tricks than my scrolls could possibly hope to have. Now I will send yee back to hell where yee belong!"
Anderson began to advance towards Alucard; he held the sword like a shield as he advanced. "That's a nice toy, Vatican dog. But let's see how well it can last against by Jackals bullets!"
Alucard shouted, barely containing the fear that would normally pure delight. Taking aim he fired off his entire clip at the paladin. The bullets flew straight for Anderson and the overly blessed sword.
The sword sung as the bullets hit and shattered themselves on the bladed weapon. "Your blessed bullets can not damage an equally blessed sword vampire." Anderson said as he continued to advance.
"Your little vermin of a bloodsucker was smart when she left yee."
"What!" Alucard screamed, not believing that the priest had found Seras.
"She redeemed herself by leaving yee, there be no reason in killing her now. But yee on the other hand... first yee will fall, than your master!" Anderson said as he swept the blade towards Alucard.
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Half way threw the graveyard Seras turned to see the first ghouls reach the clearing. Her heart pounded as she realized they knew where she was going. The lead ghoul formally her teammate, Dan shouted as they advanced towards her in the graveyard around the church intent on devouring the flesh off her bones.
As they began to march into the yard Seras stood there, watching as they came closer. It wasn't fear that planted her there but rather sadness. No matter where she ran they would come for her, it was her destiny to be undead. She would miss the taste of normal food, the heat of the sun that didn't burn her, growing old and everything else that went with being human.
Five feet. Seras missed her master; she wished Walter never said anything.
Three feet. Was it really worth it all? Was she meant to become human only to become lunch of a ghoul in a few seconds from now? She wanted to tap back into that power she felt not that long ago to protect herself.
One foot. 'Here they come. I miss you, master.' As if Alucard was with her the ghouls screamed out and turned to dust around her. A few moments later Seras heard gunshots and some other strange sound coming from the church.