Order 8:
Freedom
Time Stamp: Present, one week after Nathan's recapture by the Iscariot
Location: England, Seven Sister Cliffs
Anderson held his hand out at Seras, a small flame floated in his palm waiting to be enlarged to take the vampire. Nathan lay on the ground not that far from either of them, neither knew if he was alive or dead. "So now Draculina, ye die. It's a shame that young Nathan couldn't finish what he set out to do, no matter for the lad though. When this is over all we have to do is activate the chip in his head and he will never remember ye." Anderson half laughed.
Seras took a step back, the Redeemer was completely out of ammo, she had used most of her power from the fight with Nathan and she couldn't sense Alucard anywhere.
"You damn bastard, can't you just stay dead for once?!" Seras shouted, some blood trickled down the corner of her mouth as she swore off at the resurrected paladin.
"God brought me back lass to finish my mission in killing all ye undead monsters like ye self lass. Prepare to receive what ye deserve in tryin to corrupt one of us of God's holy punishment!" With that, Anderson stretched his hand further and allowed the flame to erupt out of his hand.
Time Stamp: Twenty-four hours before present
Location: en route to England
"We thought you were dead, Heck Father I was one of the agents that recovered your body." Nathan said as he sat on the other side of the small cabin they had selected on the train back to England. Henikel, Yumiko and himself were shocked when they saw him walking in the Cathedral, covered in Latin phrases that were used on the barrier scrolls.
Henikel thought the worst and pulled her guns out, ready to kill a possible undead Anderson when Maxwell had stopped and explained what had happened. "Father, what was it like? I mean do you remember what it was like to actually enter heaven?"
Anderson looked out the window for a moment, as if to recalling a fond memory of his time in their Eden. "I never made it past the front gate lad." Anderson replied with a grin on his face.
For a moment Nathan paled, had father Anderson done anything so bad that they would send him back instead of admitting him into heaven? Anderson saw the lack of color in his young friends face and gave a friendly laugh.
"Don't worry lad, don't worry. They simply said it wasn't my time. They let me stay close though, until God's earthly agents had repaired my body."
"Ah, for a moment there, well I'm sure you know what I was thinking Father. Alexander, did you see Seras?"
Anderson was taken a bit back; Nathan had only called him by his first name when he was truly concerned over something of great importance. "Nay lad, I'm sorry to say she can never enter heaven until ye free her body from the demon that took it. Don't ye worry though, that's why we are headed for England, to free ye fiancée's body so she may enter heaven."
A bit of disappointment at that news crept across Nathan's face for a moment before he replied. "Well then, I wont be merciful to that demon."
"That's a good lad."
Time Stamp: six hours before present
Location: Hellsing Manson, Integra's office
"Alucard, Seras, we have confirmed it, Nathan is back in England. Your orders are simple, capture him and bring him back. I will not have the bastard Iscariot capturing our countrymen to turn them into their pawns! He is near a town by the seven sister cliffs."
Seras visibly perked up when she heard her leaders orders. She had feared that should Nathan be spotted again in his home country, that they would be ordered to kill him. Now she had a chance to reclaim her Nathan, this time she would make sure no one got near him to do harm to him again. Without asking for permission from either her commander or Alucard, Seras opened a dark portal to her room to retrieve her weapons.
"She seems to be in quite a happy mood." Integra remarked.
"You're allowing her to retrieve who she vowed to protect, my master. You may find it hard to believe, but Seras would give her life to protect that Vatican boy."
"Ah yes, about that Alucard. You told me that Nathan's blood would not allow him to be turned. Are you more powerful than Seras?"
"Possibly, why? What are you getting at my master?"
"I want you to kill Nathan if it looks like he can not be captured. Restrain Seras if its necessary".
Alucard chuckled at the thought of having to carry out his master's orders. "Seras most likely knows what you just said my master."
"I'm sure, that regardless of whatever relationship you two now share, that you have some way of keeping that information from her, do as your master commands."
Time Stamp: four hours before present
Location: England, Seven Sister Cliffs
The two priests walked along rapidly darkening streets of the town. If everything was going to plan, than Hellsing had become aware of their presence in this town awhile ago. Now they only had to wait for the targets to appear.
Walking down the street Nathan's ears soon picked up the sound of music, and after proposing the idea, the two paladins entered the bar to listen to the music and order a few drinks while they waited.
"So you're going to go after Alucard?" Nathan asked his mentor.
"Aye, him and me have some history that I want to settle." Anderson chuckled.
As they continued to talk Nathan noticed the band getting ready to begin again, quickly excusing himself from the table he went over to the band and asked something out of Anderson's field of hearing. Anderson watched as the leader of the band looked surprised at the request but shrugged and allowed Nathan on the stage. "Ladies and gentle men, id likes to introduce father Nathan West, a man of God and Soul."
Anderson watched as Nathan pulled out a small contraption from one of his pockets and chuckled as he recognized it as a harmonica. The bar fell silent as the band plus priest began to create an amazing tune of music. Soon some lyrics began to follow the music both by the lead musician and Nathan.
'The calm before the storm...' Anderson thought to himself as he continued to listen to the peaceful music that the band and fellow paladin created in the bar.
Time Stamp: moments before present
Location: England, Seven Sister Cliffs
Two dark portals opened in on the top of the cliffs grassy surface, as the two Hellsing vampires emerged from the darkness. As soon as the night's moist air hit Seras' nose she could detect Nathan's scent. Something else existed in the air; the scent was familiar but warped. As if the smell was allowed to rot partly before being used again. Alucard just smiled when he noticed the scent as well.
"So, Maxwell wasn't lying when he said that Anderson gives his regards."
"Anderson is here?"
"Not to worry, ill entertain our returned Vatican whipping boy. You go and find your pet." Alucard said before he vanished to search for his favorite opponent. Seras was a bit confused before she realized what he meant, the two scents, were fairly apart from one and another. Quickly picking up on Nathan's familiar scent Seras ran off in its direction to confront her Nathan.
R-O8-F/
Alucard was ecstatic with joy at the prospect of fighting with the Vatican dog once again. When he thought he had killed him, he felt a little cheated that he had killed the paladin with such relative ease. He had imagined ripping the limbs off the regenerator one by one, not shooting him in the neck. But he hadn't been himself back then, that mind poison that Seras was pumping into his mind had affected him not to mention he wouldn't allow the lowly whipping boy to take his child from him. But now, he shivered at the possibility of actually fulfilling the way he wanted to kill Anderson.
Finally he reformed into his human self on the cliff as he looked for his prey, he was close, but where was he hiding?
"So, we meet again, ye filthy monster." Andersons voice called out, hidden somewhere in the darkness.
"Ah Anderson, I'm glad that you are well, I feared the worse when my old Jackal's bullet completely destroyed your neck and your head went rolling around the room." Alucard smirked.
"I'm more than a match for you now."
"I'm sure, why don't you show yourself Vatican."
Anderson granted Alucard's wish. Stepping out from the shadows he revealed himself. Everything seemed the same except for the man's face. Faint Latin words glowed softly all over the man's head and most likely the rest of his body. Alucard could feel a slight energy coming from the scrawling, similar to barrier the priest would sometimes put up.
"I see that you have found the joys of tattoo's, Vatican whipping boy, but I would have gone for something else." Alucard said as he pulled out the Jackal and a recent new toy, thanks to Walter, Hellfire. The weapon was black with a silver colored grip, the barrel was longer than that of the Jackal and if weight were a matter, it would be twice as heavy. It used a four round magazine; the bullets were hollowed out and filled with Napalm and silver shavings. The bullets themselves were twice as thick as his index finger. The combination of explosive and Napalm rounds from his two guns should prove interesting for tonight's entertainment.
"So Vatican, did you come back with any new toys?"
Anderson gave a slight nod as he reached back and pulled out the ancient claymore that he had used in their last battle. "I said new toys."
Holding the claymore easily in his left hand he opened the palm of his right and allowed some fire to appear in it. As a show of force he allowed it to become a pillar several feet into the air before bringing it back down to fit in his palm. "Ye happy vampire?"
"Very, lets begin." Alucard said as he raised Hellfire and unleashed a bullet from its prison, beginning the battle.
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Seras had followed Nathan's scent to an old lighthouse on the cliffs. It was getting stronger as she got closer to the abandoned structure, strange that she still hadn't seen any sign of him yet. No barrier, insane laughter typical of a regenerator, nothing.
The silence was so unnerving; she couldn't even hear a heartbeat or breathing rhythm if he was near by. Suddenly a gun shot report broke the silence, it was far off, most likely Alucard had found his opponent. She hadn't gotten any call from him if it was Nathan so she continued her search.
Another gunshot report, close, to close! Seras jumped to the side and watched as a silver and wooden stake flew past her before disappearing into the darkness. "Congratulations, you're the first one to ever dodge a shot from my gun." Nathan said as he appeared from behind a partly destroyed wall, double barrel shot gun in hand.
"Just don't make a habit out of it." Nathan said as he took aim again and fired. Seras jumped several feet into the air as she dodged the stake, but the blade of one of his katana met her shoulder.
"What did I tell you demon." Annoyance was in Nathan's voice as he threw his shotgun to the ground and unsheathed his other sword. Seras winced as she pulled the blessed silver katana from her shoulder and threw it aside. Her instinct was to go for her weapons to defend herself, but maybe she could get to Nathan, she wasn't entirely convinced that Iscariot had indeed erased his memory of their last encounter with each other.
"Nathan, its me, break threw what they did to you. Here, let me help you." Seras said, but Nathan ignored her pleas and her offer of help as he ran towards her, sword at the ready.
R-O8-F/
Anderson dodged the bullet from Alucard's rather large gun. The bullet continued on its way until it hit a tree, the Napalm in the bullet exploded, the fire grabbing firmly to the tree as it began to feed on the dry wood. "Good to see that you didn't let your skills dull Father!"
Anderson ignored Alucard's comment; instead he concentrated on the fight. He could feel the Latin words on his legs begin to warm, suddenly a burst of energy seemed to have been transfused into his legs as he raced towards the vampire. Alucard wasn't expecting the sudden burst of speed; the mistake cost him a gash across his chest. Alucard growled, annoyed as he felt the familiar sting of the claymores power prevent him from healing. "When I finally kill you tonight, ill make sure that sword goes with you." Alucard threatened.
"Go ahead vampire, try me!" Anderson replied as he raised his other hand, sending out a ball of fire. Alucard quickly dodged the flaming projectile, not in the mood to remember what it feels like to be burned alive. Alucard fired another round from the Hellfire, this time the bullet hit its target. He watched with some satisfaction as the napalm exploded across the paladins chest. Alucard glanced up to look at Andersons face, hoping to see some expression of anger, fear, anything that would be pleasing to see on the regenerators face. He didn't expect a grin.
Anderson merely brushed the flames away with the same hand that seemed to control fire. "Ye toy must be broken vampire." Anderson said as hundreds of blades came flying out from his coat.
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The sword sent sparks to the ground when it hit the wall, a moment ago Seras had been standing beside the structure. If it weren't for her vampire speed she was certain she would… she didn't want to think about it. Pulling the Redeemer out she began to fire the bullets repeatedly. To her surprise Nathan didn't bother to dodge the rounds but rather deflected them with his sword.
Seras was annoyed and saddened at the same time. Annoyed that clearly Nathan was playing with her, had he been anyone else, a freak or vampire, she would have already had enough and kill him. Her sadness came from the fact that yet again she had to fight him.
Using her gun to block Nathan's sword strikes she thought of anything she could us to her advantage. She could try the same tactic she had done against him when they first fought. No, that wouldn't work, nothing was high enough for her to hide and then pounce. Before she knew what she was doing, she realized she was several feet away from Nathan, who was clutching his chest and breathing heavily, she must have kicked him in the chest to give herself some distance, she hoped that's what she kicked anyway.
Nathan tried to ignore the pain the demon had inflicted. It was a good thing he was a regenerator, the pain, he was sure, would have been worse if she did managed to kick it clean off, but damn, it hurt like hell. Brushing the pain aside, he reached out for his other katana. The silver blessed blade flew into his hands as he prepared for battle. "When I kill you, my love will find peace in heaven. I will not allow her soul to be lost!" Nathan shouted as he rapidly closed the distance between himself and Seras.
Seras took aim and fired her reloaded Redeemer; the bullets at least would slow him down. 'How the hell can I get close enough to him?' Seras wondered as she dodged another blade.
'I just got to knock him down long enough…' Seras thought to herself. Taking careful aim she fired at the one place she knew would at the very least stun him. The bullet flew from the barrel of her gun at the quickly approaching priest. Time seemed to slow down for Seras as she watched Nathan try to swing his katana in front to deflect the bullet. With her advanced sight she saw the bullet miss the blades by a fraction and continue straight for his fore head.
R-O8-F/
Alucard hated that blade. Why hadn't they taken it and melted it down into some silver bullets? He was used to not caring if he was injured, normally he would heal himself within moments and slowly kill the bastard that tried to kill him.
Anderson 1.5 was a slight annoyance as well. The Latin words that had been tattooed to him had not only enhanced his already super human strength and speed, but also seemed to admit an energy that was sapping Alucard's strength, be it hardly noticeable it was still annoying. "So tell me priest, what is the real reason that you took Nathan and made him into one of you." Alucard said as he dodged a flying sword.
"Ye really want to know vampire?" Anderson asked as if this battle was an every day thing.
"Why not, you tell me why you took Nathan and ill tell you why I took Seras." Alucard promised with a sly voice, something that you would hear from a con artiest.
"Too bad!" Anderson shouted as he threw holy papers at the vampire. As soon as they hit the master vampire they formed together into a tight chain. The Latin words in close proximity to Alucard quickly stole all his strength. All Alucard could do was watch as hundreds of Andersons blessed swords flew from his coat, all impaling him.
R-O8-F/
The bullet struck Nathan square in the fore head, sending him on his back. Seras wasted no time and was upon him in seconds. But when she got there she froze. Looking down she couldn't help but gaze at him. The wound on his head had already pushed the bullet out and he was healing, though she had no idea when he would awaken.
She bent down to bite on his neck, to drain him enough to weaken the chip in his brain and allow the real Nathan a fighting chance. Her lips grazed the warm skin of his neck; her teeth began to apply pressure. Nathan awoke moments before his skin gave way to his fiancée's bite. With speed that rivaled that of a vampire he reached over and threw her into the wall.
Standing up he checked his neck, glad to only find scratch marks from Seras' fangs and not two pairs of wounds. Panting, he grabbed one of his katana and walked slowly over towards Seras. Here and now he would finish what he had set out to do.
Seras was still lying on the ground, half dazed. Opening her eyes she blinked a few times to clear the blur, she wish she hadn't. Standing over her was Nathan, a single katana in his hand. "And now demon, go back to hell!" Nathan shouted as he brought his katana down on Seras.
R-O8-F/
Alucard couldn't move. The combinations of holy binding papers and hundreds of swords in his body had effectively paralyzed him without the need of a wooden stake in his heart.
"This looks familiar, don't it ye filthy vampire." Anderson chuckled as he walked over to Alucard, Claymore in hand. "Only difference is that your vampire lass isn't around to stop me this time."
"I swear priest, if I don't kill you, she will." Alucard growled.
"Ha! I doubt that. I think my lad Nathan and her should be finishin up their little get together by now."
"Your poor excuse for a student can't possibly kill someone of my blood." Alucard spat, entirely confident in Seras' abilities.
"Ye think so?" Anderson said as he bent down near Alucard as if to say something between only them. "Can ye honestly say that she can kill her love? I don't think so, that's why Nathan was such a find. His grief was all we needed to build him into the perfect weapon against ye lass."
Alucard began to struggle against the swords and holy papers. It wasn't that he feared for Seras, no he knew when the time came she would make the right choice, but it was that he hated when someone used another for their dirty work. To Alucard, they were worse than maggot vampires.
Anderson chuckled at the sight. "Struggle all ye like, it wont makes a difference in a moment." Standing up once again he brought his claymore carefully to Alucard's chest. He was certain that the monster could feel the power so close to his heart.
"Goodbye, Alucard." Anderson said as he raised the claymore, and struck the holy sword down threw Alucard's chest, slicing the skin, breaking threw the bone, impaling itself through his heart and through his back.
Alucard's body shook as the blessed silver refused to remove itself from its body. Convulsions over took the slight tremors as the ancient vampires eyes turned black. Within his body, every thing was turning to ash, starting with his heart. As the convulsions began to subside, what remained of Alucards consciousness could hear Anderson's insane laughter, it seemed so distant to him now.
"Seras..." was all he said before his eyes closed. Anderson merely chuckled as he bent over the body of his fallen foe, victory was at last his. He had to get his head shot off, die, and be brought back to life, but it was worth seeing the demon laying there with all the swords in his body.
"I now ye can hear me demon. We know ye can't die that ease so we will put ye where no one can reach yeah." Anderson aimed up and pulled the trigger on the flare gun signaling the near by helicopter. As it landed several Iscariot agents jumped from the transport and approached Anderson and the fallen vampire.
"Hand me a steak lad." Anderson said. Walking over to Alucard, Anderson ripped his claymore from his chest and in its place stabbed the wooded steak.
"Chain the demon up, fly over the sea and drop him out after a few miles, ye understand?" The agents merely nodded as they grabbed hold of the paralyzed vampire and dragged him into the transport.
Anderson watched as helicopter took off and flew out to sea. There would be no way for Hellsing to recover their per abomination. Anderson smiled as he headed off to see how Nathan was faring, with any luck he would get their to watch his student silence draculina.
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Seras waited. Waited for the feeling of her loves blade to come crashing down on her, waited for death to come and collect, waited for it all to end. When the moment should have come several times over she opened her eyes and looked down the length of a katana.
Nathan was holding it, suddenly he pulled back and sent it forward again, like he paused simply so Seras could watch the come breaking threw her skull. No, instead of that, Nathan froze once again, the tip of the sword a fraction of an inch away from Seras' delicate pale skin.
Seras looked up in Nathan's eyes, expecting to see hateful emerald globes looking back at her. Instead she saw ice blue. "Why. Why can't I..." Nathan stammered.
What was happening? Nathan took a step back and dropped the sword before gripping his head and screaming out. It finally hit Seras, Nathan, the one that was being held back by the chip in his brain was fighting for control. "Seras?"
She didn't need a moment longer, jumping up she ran towards him and embraced him in her arms. It might not have been the brightest move, if the chip were to take control again than he could surely crush her in his arms. "I'm here Nathan, I'm here."
They held that embrace for a few minutes before pulling back to look at each other. Seras was relived to look up and see ice blue and not emerald green in her loves eyes. Slowly they closed the gap to kiss each other, something neither had done for each other in nearly three years. Just as their lips met Nathan was ripped from Seras' arms.
"So lad, Draculina cased another spell on ye. No worries, I shall end ye suffering and free her soul."
Nathan recovered from the violent throw and attempted to tackle the paladin, only to be thrown back by Anderson's powerful fist. Then he turned to a stunned Seras.
Anderson held his hand out at Seras, a small flame floated in his palm waiting to be enlarged to take the vampire. Nathan laid on the ground not that far from either of them, neither knew if he was alive or dead. "So now Draculina, ye die. It's a shame that young Nathan couldn't finish what he set out to do, no matter for the lad though. When this is over all we have to do is activate the chip in his head and he will never remember ye." Anderson half laughed.
Seras took a step back, the Redeemer was completely out of ammo, she had used most of her power from the fight with Nathan and she couldn't sense Alucard anywhere.
"You damn bastard, can't you just stay dead for once?!" Seras shouted, some blood trickled down the corner of her mouth as she swore off at the resurrected paladin. She was getting weak, all the fighting had seriously weakened her and it was starting to show.
"God brought me back lass to finish my mission in killing all ye undead monsters like ye self lass. Prepare to receive what ye deserve in tryin to corrupt one of us of God's holy punishment!" With that, Anderson stretched his hand further and allowed the flame to erupt out of his hand.
Seras dodged the flame without much trouble, but she knew it would be more difficult to continue without any ammunition or Alucard's help. Where was he anyway? She couldn't sense him anywhere. Anderson was enjoying himself when Nathan called out to him. "Father, stop, the demon doesn't have control over me anymore. Let me put an end to it."
Anderson looked over at Nathan, his hand still stretched out at Seras. "Very well lad, but if you falter again, I can't promise ill be able to miss ye." Anderson said as he tossed his katana over.
Nathan grabbed it with one hand and began to walk over to Anderson who had turned his attention back on Seras to see her reaction to Nathan once again losing to the chip. Anderson was smiling with a face of victory. He had slain the demon Alucard, and now his student would slay the demons as well. Soon Hellsing itself would fall.
Nathan stopped beside Anderson, gripped his katana firmly, and stabbed his former mentor in the back. Continuing to push the sword in he summoned his strength and pulled the other regenerator along. With a swift turn of his entire body he launched Anderson into the air a dozen or so feet away. "What!"
Nathan approached the shocked Anderson, his other katana in hand. "I thought ye said the demon didn't control ye anymore lad!" Anderson said as he brought his claymore to the ready.
"Your right, I did say that and I meant it. The demon that you lying bastards put in my brain doesn't have control over me anymore." He turned to Seras, she was shocked at what Nathan had just done.
"You were right Seras, I didn't forget what you tried to do for me…" turning his attention back on his former mentor he brought his weapons to the ready.
"Lets see who's the better sword dancer, Father." With that, the two master swordsmen clashed silver. While Nathan had the advantage of Yumiko and Anderson's combined sword training, Anderson had the heavy claymore and a Latin magic enhanced body. The sound of the swords against each other was deafening, Nathan blocked a strike from Anderson's claymore with his two katana and kicked each other way.
As soon as they rebalanced each other the two quickly closed the distance. To Seras it was strange to see a sword fight in real life instead of a movie. Such a spectacle had not been witnessed for a few hundred years. A thought of joining the fight crossed her mind but she decided against it. Even as a vampire, she wouldn't be able to help without the use of her Redeemer.
The dance the two sword masters were doing was nearly hypnotic, striking, blocking, dodging, all their moves done with ease due to all the training both hunters had. A flash of fire came Anderson's hand the moment the two were forced apart from each other. Nathan rolled to the side, regained his footing and ran towards the pyro paladin. The action surprised Anderson before he had a chance to react Nathan had stabbed both his swords into his chest. Using the swords as handles, he pulled the regenerator off the ground and threw him closer to the cliffs.
"Ye are forsaking ye God Nathan! Repent!"
"No, I'm not forsaking God. If he's a god that forsakes someone under circumstance than he's not the Christian God. I refuse to believe he would forsake Seras…"
"Seras is dead, I told you myself lad." Anderson said as he struggled up to his feet.
"No, I know the truth now Anderson. And you're going to pay." Nathan charged Anderson, swords at his sides. Anderson raised his arm and unleashed a spray of fire directly onto Nathan. The fire didn't seem to faze him but Sera's could smell burning flesh.
Nathan stabbed Anderson once again with both swords, but this time Anderson had something waiting for him. As the swords pierced threw his chest, he brought his claymore out from the side and impaled it threw Nathan.
Nathan grunted as the large and heavy sword sliced threw his body but he kept pushing Anderson back to the cliffs edge. Finally they arrived at the edge, both impaled by the others weapon and losing blood. "Time… to answer… to God, paladin… Anderson." Nathan said as he pushed a little harder.
Anderson began to lose his balance; he was going to go over the cliff in a few seconds. He watched as Nathan began to back away. He wasn't going to let this traitor off that easily. Just as he began to fall he opened his coat and allowed the rest of his swords to fly at Nathan. He watched the stars as he fell down the cliff, the swords of his student still embedded in his chest, and then darkness.
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Seras ran towards Nathan, she had stayed close and watched Anderson go over the cliff, leaving Nathan standing and still alive. Nathan heard her approach and slowly turned to see her. Seras stopped and gasped when she saw hundreds of swords embedded in his Body. Nathan gave a slight smile before he collapsed; Seras caught him in her arms as he fell.
"Seras… forgive me…" Nathan said as he looked up at her, his head was laying in her lap. God she looked so beautiful, even if her eyes had changed color that only seemed to make her more beautiful. It angered Nathan that he had tried to destroy such beauty.
"Don't say that, theirs nothing to forgive. Your with me now."
Nathan coughed up some blood. Then he felt it, the same pain in the back of his head that he felt days before. The chip was trying to take over again. The thought of him becoming something like Anderson again sickened him. He realized that no matter how much he fought the damn chip, all Maxwell would have to do would be to press a button, and then he would come after Seras again, unable to control himself.
He felt something slide out of him, looking down at his chest he saw Seras was trying to pull the swords out while cradling his head at the same time. "Seras… no, leave… leave them in."
"What are you talking about, if I take them out you will start to regenerate love."
"Exactly, when I'm fully healed, ill come after you again…"
"Your with me now Nathan, I wont let anyone harm you, Maxwell cant control you anymore."
"Your sweet to say that Seras, but we both know that eventually they will come close enough to erase my memory…" Nathan coughed up some more blood that had gotten into his lungs, it was painful, but not as painful as it was to watch him try to kill his love threw his own eyes."
"Seras, bite my neck, drain me dry…"
"What?!"
"I cant go with you, Iscariot would have made sure to that, and I cant stand the possibility of being forced to kill you. Please, set me free of this hell."
"Nathan, I don't want to lose you again." Tears began to form in Seras' eyes; she couldn't believe that Nathan was asking her to kill him.
Nathan brushed a hand across her cheek, wiping away a blood tear. "I'll always be with you, Kitten. Besides, ill put in a good word for you when I get in heaven. Now please, do it, don't let me become another monster like Anderson. I can't stand the thought of killing you and enjoying it…"
Seras bent down and kissed Nathan on the lips; she knew what was to be done. What they had done to Nathan was worse than a vampire turning a human into a mindless ghoul. They had trapped him in his body and forced him to watch.
Reluctantly she broke the kiss and went down to his neck…
R-O8-F/
Seras Victoria stood in black out in the rain surrounded by her fellow soldiers, commander and few personal friends as the dirt was shoveled back into the fresh grave. Integra had agreed to place Nathan in the Hellsing graveyard, normally reserved for fellow soldiers and members of the Hellsing family themselves. She claimed that they could make sure that Iscariot couldn't get a hold of Nathan's body, but silently she saw Paladin Nathan West as soldier of Hellsing, he had fought the Iscariots twisted will and saved Seras. For that she was great full. Integra looked at the inscription on the head stone. 'Here lays Nathan West, a phoenix among men.'
"What do you think you are doing, English sow?!" Everyone turned to look at who had just insulted their leader, rage erupted in Seras as she saw it was Maxwell, and behind him, Anderson.
"I could ask you the same thing, warthog." Integra countered.
"We are here to claim the body of our dearly departed brother, Father West. Now get him out of the ground and hand him over to us." Maxwell's reply was the soldiers reaching for their side arms and aiming them at the intruders.
"You have some nerve Maxwell, thinking you can take a fellow country man, turn him against his people and love. Then expect to take his body to Rome to do some sick experiment I'm sure on him."
Maxwell was losing his temper. He would not be denied what he came here for. "Father Anderson…"
Anderson stepped up from behind him, swords drawn and a twisted smile on his face. The guns the soldiers had pointed at Maxwell quickly shifted to the regenerator.
"Maxwell, I will give you ten minutes to get out of this country before I consider you an NHB and order all my men and Miss Victoria after you."
Maxwell glanced at the young vampire; she looked like she was about ready to rip him in half. The look in her eyes warned him that even if she weren't a vampire, it wouldn't stop her from making sure he gained a new understanding in pain. "You wouldn't dare."
"You have nine minutes now, catholic, be glad that your paladin destroyed my other servant. You know that he would make the devil look tame if I ordered him to kill you."
The leader of Iscariot hated to lose, but he wasn't in the best of spots to fight further. Looking at Nathan's grave he spat on it before ordering Anderson to stand down. "This isn't over, Hellsing." Maxwell said as they left.
"No you bastard, it isn't. I'll make you pay for taking my Nathan from me…" Seras growled loud enough so only Integra could hear the threat.
Integra just looked at her servant, things would be different now. That was for sure, Alucard was gone, Seras had lost her master and her love in the same night. "We will all make them pay Seras."