Chapter 18
A lone figure walked down a darkened street in London. Night had long sense fallen and his hunger was yet to be staved, but that wouldn't matter in a few moments. A smile crept along his face as he sensed the presence of several vampires, two would be enough to end his hunger, the rest he would simply slaughter for the fun of it.
As he walked his vision adjusted, he saw with ease the aura of the vampires that were walking along the rooftop, supposedly stalking him. He continued to walk, a slight wind picking up, asking his black and silver cape to dance. He resisted the temptation to jump to the roof and devour all of them; instead he wanted to play with them.
As if on cue the group of vampires descended from their place on the roof. The group formed a circle around the figure. Some brandished guns, others knives, the blades most likely made out of silver. A few just cracked their knuckles, showing they would simply rip him apart.
Bowing deeply the lone figure looked up at the lead vampire "Good evening gentlemen! Is there some pressing matter that I may attend to you for you?" the figure said, hints of insanity mixed with his words.
The lead vampire looked at the man for a moment thinking he was loony, drunk, or both. 'Well, it wont matter much longer either way.' The lead vampire thought.
"You should watch where you're going, there are things that go bump in the night out here you know." The lead vampire said grinning.
"Yes your quite right, though I think sense you found me out ill let you go." A tooth filled grin appeared on the lone figures face. He was going to enjoy this.
"Ha, you're going to let us go old man? I think you got it mixed up, but then again we have no intention of letting you go." Another vampire said, cracking his hands.
"Oh dear, I'm afraid it would be quite dangerous of you vermin to attack some one like me." The lone figure said as red began to cloud into his eyes.
"That's it!" Several of the vampires said in unison and charged the stranger.
Darkness seemed to spill out of the figure as the vampires charged at him. Before any of the vampires knew it the entire area was pitch black, even to their eyes. An insane laughter could be heard all around them. "You pitiful fools, you thought I would be an easy meal? HA!"
A scream came from the darkness as a dull green glow spiked the darkness before fading away. "You simpletons hardly are worth the effort. Turned barely a month ago and you think your already masters of the night?"
Two more screamed followed by two flashes of dull green followed the lone figures words. Suddenly the leader of the vampire group was alone in the impenetrable black fog. He could hear something cutting at the air, like whips just missing your ear by an inch.
"Did you honestly think you deserved to become what you are now?" the lone figure said right behind him. Quickly the former leader turned around, gun in hand, to shoot the insane killer of his men. He felt incredible pain in his chest. Looking down he saw a hand covered with silver and green orbs studded the figures arm.
The former leader felt himself turn to dust as the silver and wound destroyed his body. Right before the dust lost its shape it moved towards the glowing green orbs, the vampire's body being absorbed by them.
Elisabeth moved from the shadows towards the figure. "Finished?"
The lone figure looked straight at her, still hungry as he advanced. Calmly Elisabeth snapped her figures, sending a strange glow into the air. The glow was greeted by another soft red glow behind the lone figure. A low grunt was followed before the lone figure stood up straight and refined.
"Elisabeth, my love." The lone figure finally said.
"Come, Markus, we have much to do before the night is out."
DS/
The Hellsing mansion stood in the darkness highlighted by the light from the street. Contrary to the look it had faced two major attacks and countless assaults and still managed to give off an air of something ancient yet protective.
Alucard silently walked about the hallways, deep in thought. He knew he had felt something powerful at the American base but couldn't place his finger on it. Another matter was supposedly three Section 80 soldiers were stationed there, most likely to move against Hellsing if the order was given. Even after the fighting they found no evidence of them. Dunpeals didn't turn to dust after they died, they were still considered "living" and not "undead" like their fathers. The only way someone could tell if a body once belonged to a dunpeal was to check the fangs; typically they were slightly larger than that of a human.
He thought of going up and annoying his master but quickly changed his mind. Sense the assault on the military base, Integra had been defending their stance in their cleaning operation and had promised a shoot of silver if he even hinted he was near by. Smiling he phased threw the wall towards Seras room.
DS/
Seras held the blade out in front of her as she lay in her bed. Her vampire sight letting her take in the beautiful design of the weapon. A pattern of a vine wrapped around the blade across the sections. The blade was smooth as far as she could tell; she dared not touch it to find out. The serrated edge wasn't as pronounced as it was on David's staff when he had shown her not that long ago but that only served to allow the sword to stab its opponent instead of maiming them as the staff would do.
The sent of silver polish radiated off the weapon, signs that Walter had been kind enough to recently clean the weapon. Seras smiled when she saw Walters face light up when she asked him to be the one to maintain the odd weapon for obvious reasons. Nearly a week later Walter had seen enough of it that he was confident he could recreate a weapon possibly suited for her master, Alucard only laughed at the idea, he preferred his Jackal over the sword.
Sighing, Seras pressed the button on the weapon to retract the blade into itself before she sheathed it in a leather case bearing the Hellsing coat of arms, Walter had made for her, for protection against the silvers affects on vampires.
"Wondering how many vampires that sword has taken, police girl?" Alucard said as he phased threw the wall and settled in a chair.
"No, just admiring the design master."
"Yes, humans don't seem to grasp the weapons kind of beauty anymore. Only in ancient times could you find such art forms." Alucard said as he took the weapon, unsheathed it and looked at the design. In its compact form it looked simply like a thick dagger, most likely deliberately as well as having been used for that purpose.
"Have you, tried looking for him again? Master?" Seras asked as she sat up in her bed.
Alucard nodded, he could feel David's presence, but it was simply a shadow of the ability he once had to be able to pin point his location, when David permitted. "Worried about your brother, police girl?"
Seras blushed a little at the question before she gave a meek answer. "Yes."
It was perfectly understandable to Alucard; by all rights David was a blood relative to Seras. What she felt however was more of a big sister to a little brother, worry over his well being. That had to be strange to her, technically David was four hundred years her senior but she was undead longer than he was.
"How do you feel about this weapon, Seras?" Seras looked up, surprised by the few times Alucard called her by her real name instead of the annoying "Police Girl" nick name he had given her.
"It feels strangely natural to hold it master, but I've never held a sword before." Seras admitted.
"You haven't, but the blood that runs threw your veins has. When we train your simply rough around the edges, though with this weapon it doesn't matter where you land a hit, the mixture that pumps into the vermin vampires and ghouls will kill them."
Alucard went to say something else when a wave of power hit him. It didn't throw him back but rather ripped at his mind, someone had forced a link between his mind and theirs. The room, Seras, everything around him disappeared. Looking threw the darkness Alucard spotted a column of light, as he headed towards it like a moth drawn to a flame he managed to make out the form of a man in the center of the column. As Alcuard entered the column of light he realized the man had his back turned to him.
Walking closer he reached out his hand to turn the man around to face him, as he made contact with the man's shoulder Alcuard felt a sickening lurch. He was torn from the light column and sent flying.
Alucard awoke to feeling of grass pressed against his body, sitting up he soon realized he was under a tree in the local park, the man leaning against the tree beside him. Raising from the ground the man looked at him and smiled, shadows hiding his face allowing only his mouth to be seen. "Good to see that my powers didn't harm you to much, father."
DS/
"David?" Alucard said, half believing it was some sick trick that another vampire, maybe Elisabeth was playing on him.
"Don't tell me you forgot your own sons name? Oh well I guess that is to be expected after being bound for nearly twenty years like you were. My name is Markus, not this David that you speak of, and no, Elisabeth doesn't know we are meeting."
"Markus…" Alucard said, quickly he went for his Jackal, remembering the name of his son's deranged vampire's side, his hand only found air where his weapon would have been.
"Looking for this father?" Markus asked, holding up the over sized magnum handgun.
"I just want to talk, not fight." Markus said as he handed the weapon back to its owner. Alucard took the weapon, looked at it for a moment and returned it to its place under his red coat.
DS/
Walking along the path, father and son, looking identical save for their clothing, talked. "Its only a matter of time father, side with us, turn who ever you want to be spared and join us as the rightful masters of this world."
Thoughts of Integra, Seras and Walter flashed threw Alucard's mind involuntarily. As much as the thought of a world ruled by vampires appealed to him he knew what would happen. Maybe it was that thought that kept him from giving in to what his son asked and joining him in the coming future.
"You know what you are, Markus, your neither human or vampire. Your own instincts should have kicked in by now."
"What are you talking about, I may not be a simple vampire but a vampire none the less."
"No, your in your own class, you're a twig light…"
"No! They do not exist any longer, Vald was the last of them and he disappeared before one of his bloodline was born. Will you simply come with me father?"
"No." Alucard said, stopping the walk threw the park.
DS/
A man stood outside the gates to the Hellsing Mansion. Madness quickly taking over his mind as a pair of puncture marks glowed dully on his neck. He had been deposited there after something happened to him nearly three days ago, some battle. Suddenly the madness in his mind rushed from all corners, consuming him like a tidal wave. With a loud scream he ripped threw the gates.
The soldiers that were standing guard opened fire on the mad man. The bullets hitting the target but did nothing to slow the being down. The creature approached one of the solders and violently bit down on the poor mans neck. Blood sprayed across the Section 80 logo on Hunt's uniform.
DS/
"All who stand with the humans will be judged as such father." Markus warned.
"That will be fun." Alucard said as he pulled his Jackal from his hoister, a smile forming on his face at the impending battle.
Markus allowed silver spikes begin to form on the tips of his figures, ready to spring forward into full polls to impale Alucard.
DS/
Hunt kicked the door open and walked into the mansion, leaving behind a massacre of bodies. Inside a massive cannon sat on top of the staircase held by a strawberry blonde red-eyed girl. The cannon fired, sending a shell flying towards Hunt.
He made no effort to evade the projectile.
The round ripped threw his lower chest, no sense of pain hit Hunts nerves. Looking down at the hole he wasn't surprised by the way it rapid sealed. Seras looked in disbelief. Snapping out of it she reloaded and this time aimed for the head, and fired.
DS/
"Ah, I sense that our man has begun to entertain your friends, father." Markus said as the spikes became more elongated, they were like something out of a Freddy movie now.
"What?" Alucard said, clearly confused. Opening the link between him and the police girl to full strength he saw what she saw. A man was walking up the stairs towards her; she fired her cannon square into the man's chest. Instead of turning to ash as he should have the wound closed up almost instantly and he continued to advance on her.
'Run police girl!' Alucard shouted threw the link. He knew dam well what she faced. The creature before her was an unstoppable killing machine and nothing, not even his own powers could stop such a monster.
"Ah, I see that you know what it is that she faces. I take it she is my sister if you were the one that turned her."
"Why are you doing this?" Alucard stammered, in the back of his mind he could still see her trying her best to destroy the monster as it got closer inch by inch. He could feel the fear in her mind as she tried to figure out how holes nearly a foot in length was healing at all.
"Simple father, clearly someone in that mansion holds something over you. I, like a good son, will see that you are freed of your bondage to who ever it is." Markus smirked. "It is regrettable though, that I was forced to use a dunpeal, but they're the only ones that become indestructible killing machines after you bite them."
Suddenly a silver spike flew past Alucard's face, slicing a little of the flesh and burning some more as it passed by. Looking up the shaft Alucard traced it back to Markus's index finger.
"So what will it be father, shall we end it here?"
With reflexes that would make one think the arm just appeared where it did with the gun in hand Alucard fired the Jackal, the bullet was his answer.
DS/
Seras had to think, fast. Taking aim at the monsters leg she fired, destroying the kneecap. In an instant she was up and running down the hallway. She reloaded, aimed and looked down the hallway. She watched as the creature walked down the hallway towards her.
Suddenly the door ahead of her opened and several heavily armed troops opened fire. Seras couldn't do anything as she watched the creature run up to them and rip them apart like rag dolls. Silently she mourned for them. Taking aim she fired her cannon once again to stall the creature for at least a few moments.
DS/
Alucard swerved to avoid the silver poll that flew to impale him. Before long he quickly realized that the poles were not stiff and rigid but seemed to have a mind of their own and they would bend and twist to try to strike him. It was annoying as hell; they were like a swarm of insects trying to sting him. Whenever he would shoot at the poles the end would reshape and continue the assault.
Every now and then he would barely miss a pole and he would feel the burning sting of the silver brush past him. Had this been any other man and if his child was not in danger he would be having the time of his life. Further more if Seras kept shooting and retreating it meant she was defending something father back in the mansion, Integra.
Pressing the release on the gun the magazine slid out. Reaching into his coat he pulled a different colored magazine and slammed it into the gun. Dodging another rod Alucard took aim. As he looked down the barrel he saw a rod come straight for him, it was now or never.
Firing the bullet he could see the silver and gold alloy sparkle in the moonlight as it screamed towards its target. The bullet slammed into Markus's shoulder, ripping at muscle, veins and bone before exploding, leaving a gaping hole. The silver poles rapidly retracted back into their master's fingertips as he grabbed the wound.
DS/
Looking up he saw his father; the gun was pointed straight at him. He could have sworn that that he saw something trickle down the monsters face, a tear? Just as Alucard began to pull the trigger Markus instantly disappeared, "This isn't over, father." Markus's voice echoed in the night, allowing Alucard the reprieve that he wanted.
DS/
Holstering his gun Alucard looked around the park. Several trees had been destroyed by gunfight or the silver spikes that had flown around. He sighed before disappearing and heading back to Hellsing, hoping that he wasn't too late to stop the monsters assault.