A/N: I mean no disrespect toward Anderson fans, so please don't be angry with me, I know not what I do! Or maybe I do, lol. Thanks to my readers and reviewers!!
The end of a journey
Brings peace to the wanderer.
Anderson furiously wandered around the stables once more, searching for his prey. Damn tha' woman! Ah woo' ah had my revenge if not fer her meddlin'.
He'd been walking the grounds of the castle for a good two hours without any sign of the monster or his woman. The priest never thought to look in the hall in which they had been battling, not believing the vampire to be so brazen as to use one of the bedrooms along the corridor.
Anderson was about to give up the search and torch the entire place, when he walked into the courtyard and stopped. There stood the monster, gun in hand and apparently ready for combat.
Ah, so the vile creature wu like tae play one las' time.
The priest's strength had returned during his excursion of the grounds, so he was more than prepared for a rematch.But something seemed different. The monster wasn't grinning madly or looking even slightly amused.
"Whit did ya do tae yer little wench, vampire? Did ye suck her dry or give her ae quick death?"
Alucard merely stood there, his face like a statue's. There was no mirth in his eyes, only unrestrained hatred.
"Cat got yer tongue, monster? Well then, we'll end this quickly."
Anderson kneeled down, attempting to perform the binding spell once more. But Alucard would not fall for such a trick twice. He appeared before the priest and grabbed him by the throat, cutting off his air and breaking the spell.
The priest struggled in the monster's grasp, panic rising in him due to the lack of oxygen. He reached into his coat and pulled out one of his swords. Anderson jabbed the blade at Alucard, who deftly dodged the attack but was forced to release his captive.
Now free of Alucard's strangle hold, Anderson pulled out another of his blades and ran toward the vampire. This time Alucard made no effort to dodge the attacks, meaning several dozen swords quickly found their way into the vampire's body.
Jumping back in surprise, the priest tried to understand why the monster did not fight back or make any attempt to escape the blows.He only stood there silently, a small amount of blood seeping from the wounds caused by the blessed blades. Anderson noticed the holes did not seal up as quickly as before.
"Whit, abomination, no fight left in ya? Are ye that saddened o'er ae mortal's death?"
"She will not die," Alucard said quietly. He began to remove the blades from his body, not wanting them to hinder his next movements.
Then Anderson realized the horrible truth. Why this monster's wounds would not heal as quickly. Why there was less blood seeping from the injuries. He had given his power and blood to spawn another of his kind. He had defiled yet another soul!
"Ye'll pay fer whit ye've done tae her soul, monster! And afta I'm doon wi ya, Ah'll free her soul." Anderson took out two more blades from his coat.
The monster merely chuckled, obviously not effected by the priests words.
Charging Alucard once again, the priest struck out furiously. Unfortunately, he was using too much energy on too few blows. The vampire had decided to join the fight in earnest and was now easily dodging his attacks. This only made Anderson angrier. He wanted the monster to die for everyone he had desecrated, for all the lives and souls he had taken.
The priest never noticed the gun aimed toward him until he felt a blinding pain in his chest.
Alucard shot the priest in the heart, knowing that organ would take longer to heal than any other part of his body. He would take his time finishing Anderson, wanting him to suffer for what he had done to Seras.
Putting his gun away, Alucard picked up one of the blades the priest had dropped, and began to walk toward the kneeling Iscariot. The shot had also ripped through most of Anderson's lungs, so the priest was having difficulty breathing. Meaning he could only watch as the vampire approached him.
Stooping down to look into Anderson's eyes, Alucard searched the priest's mind for one emotion. Guilt. Guilt for what he had done to Seras. But he saw nothing but hate and contempt for vampires and anyone who associated with them. This made him furious.
Anderson screamed as he felt his arms sliced off with his own blade, blood flowing freely from the opened flesh. Before his screams had died, the priest felt the monster place a foot on his stomach and grab his ankles. With a quick pull, arteries and bones alike were ripped from Anderson's lower legs, leaving only bloody stumps from the knees down. Pools of the crimson liquid seeped from his body, soaking his clothes and staining the ground. The massive blood loss was causing the priest's regeneration to slacken.
Alucard threw the limbs aside and licked the blood off his gloves. He was greatly enjoying the pain he was causing Anderson. Reaching into the disabled priest's coat, he pulled out several more blades. In a few swift motions, the vampire stabbed them into the Vatican's chest and what remained of his legs, impaling him to the ground. A fitting punishment for the regenerator, being subjected to the same pain he had caused Seras. Only Alucard had given him tenfold the agony of what she had experienced.
Reaching for the deepest embedded sword, he slowly pulled the weapon from the priest's body. As the tip of the blade moved through the Vatican's stomach, Alucard violently twisted
Anderson's toy. He was amused to hear the sound of his victim's internal organs as they were ripped apart, creating squelching sounds as each collided with another in a mix of blood vessels and intestines. Blood seeped from the ever growing hole in the priest's gut, as the blade's movements quickened. Each turn caused a jolt of pain to shoot through what was left of Anderson's body, causing the priest to scream in agony.
Having had his fun, Alucard removed the remaining portion of the sword from the Vatican's body. Grinning maniacally, he lifted the blade to his lips and slowly licked the blood off the weapon. The horror spreading across the priest's face only furthered to amuse the vampire.
Now, standing before the screaming priest's mutilated body, Alucard felt he had avenged Seras. But he could not allow Anderson to live. He knew too much.
Besides, the irony of killing the Vatican dog with his own blade was too good to pass up.
With little effort, he lifted the blade and brought it down upon Anderson's neck, slicing his head off in one clean swipe. The priest's last scream hung in the air, as if his soul still believed him to be alive. The body twitched once before laying still. All regeneration stopped and Alucard watched with disgust as the remains slowly turned to dust.
Nothing more than a pale imitation of a true vampire. There would be no more of those experiments, now that the organization and its test subject were destroyed.
Alucard turned and slowly walked back into the castle, the moon slowly setting overhead.