It was a cold, dark night, and he didn't really care. The darkness
never bothered him, and it would be rather stupid for a man of his status
to be bothered by a little cool air. He walked through the streets, acting
above the rest of the people because of his status. If they were going by
height, he was above most of the people on the streets. He didn't know too
many people that were taller than him. But he wasn't just going by height.
He thought he was better than everybody. The truth was, he is. Almost.
There is one being that he has gone head to head with, many times, but
never been able to defeat. He is second only to the one known as the
infamous Alucard. Other than Alucard, there was virtually no one who can
match him. His name was Alexander Anderson.
He was just roaming the streets, looking for something to do, until his next assignment. Or until he found Alucard for another rematch. Whichever came first. He was hoping to find Alucard, but it was more likely that he would get another assignment before that could happen. But hey, a man can hope, can't he?
He walked and walked, practically looking for trouble. Looking for vampires, not just Alucard, but any vampire that he could use his specialized swords on. He had been itching for his next mission where he would be able to do this.
Anderson had walked almost two miles now.
As he was walking, Anderson came across a bum on the streets, begging for change. When the bum asked, "Spare change, mister?" Anderson simply replied saying, "May god bless you." He said that to everybody.
One more mile down the road, Anderson got a call from his superiors. Apparently, there was a gang of vampires making trouble for over a week now, and it can't be tolerated any longer. It was his job to "cleanse" the city of these impure creatures.
Looks like he has something to do now.
It was a cold, dark night, and she wasn't very comfortable with this temperature, even though she was a vampire. She didn't mind the darkness (she had grown accustomed to it), but for some reason, she had never gotten used to the chill. Even before the infamous Alucard transformed her into a vampire, she never liked cold climates. She had never gotten used to a lot of things, especially the customs of vampires, but there were a lot of advantages to being one, so she never complained. She was fast. She was strong. She was formerly a policewoman. Her name was Ceras Victoria.
She was on an assignment. Integra had informed her that a gang of vampires were feeding upon several victims over the past week. It was time for the Hellsing agency to take action. And since this was Alucard's "night off", Ceras was stuck with the task of exterminating them.
So here she was, at the last known place where a human sadly fell victim to this gang. There were four bodies littered throughout this dark alley. One half-hanging out if the dumpster to the side, one sitting up against the wall across from the dumpster, and two more laying around. There were bloodstains everywhere. She found it disgusting.
She didn't even know why she was here. What good would this do? she thought. They're not gonna come back here. Why would they?
Oh well, it was worth coming here anyway. She had no other lead to this gang, so she might as well investigate here.
But as she was walking out of the dark alley, she was confronted by four figures, three males and one female. They were all almost wearing the same thing. All three of the males were wearing ordinary blue jeans, gray shirts, and black leather jackets. The female was wearing blue jeans, a red and white stripped tube-top, and the same leather jacket worn by the other three males.
"What are you doin' in our alley, little girl?" one of the males asked. This must be the leader, Ceras thought.
"I'm...investigating a series of crimes committed by a gang of...a gang." Maybe I shouldn't scare them with vampires, Ceras thought.
"So, we finally got recognized by the news" the leader said. "We're finally famous!" The other three cheered to themselves.
"I wouldn't see that as a good thing in your position. You wouldn't happen to be...vampires...by any chance, would you?" Ceras knew she probably shouldn't have said that, but she couldn't help it. Besides, if they were, then her job would go along a lot more quickly.
"How do you know about that?" the leader replied. A look of anger shot across his face.
"Oh, so you are then? Great. It just happens to be my job to stop you from hurting any more people. And if that means that I have to kill all of you, then so be it." Ceras was in luck today. This was a lot easier than she thought it would be.
"I'd like to see you try, little girl. Didn't you get me earlier? We are vampires, and we are going to make you suffer before you die." The other three chuckled, and pulled out their weapons. The leader and the female both pulled out switchblades, one of the other males pulled out a chain 6 feet in length, and the remaining male pulled out a wooden baseball bat.
"That's nice." That's all Ceras really felt she had to say to this. "I'm a vampire too, so you better watch out yourself." She thought it would be fair to warn them.
As if they didn't care about Ceras' last comment, all four of them charged at her with their weapons in front if them (except for the one with the chain, of course, he was swinging it by his side). Ceras pulled out her pistol, and shot the female in the arm, forcing her to drop her blade, and kneel to the ground holding her arm in pain, instead of continuing her charge.
The one with the chain reached her next, or rather, the chain reached her next. Thanks to her vampire reflexes, she caught the chain, and thanks to her enhanced strength, she was able to pull the chain out of the wielders' hands with ease. She then whipped the chain around, and knocked the wooden baseball bat out of the hands of the gang member holding it. She then whipped the chain around once more, knocking out the two that she just disarmed before dropping it to the ground.
Wasn't there four? Ceras thought. Where is the other one?
It was too late by the time she noticed. The leader came up behind her, and stuck his switchblade up to her neck.
"Yeah, we're vampires, and we know how hard it is to kill our kind, but one thing that does the trick is a good-old fashioned knife in the neck."
Ceras really was scared in this position. Fear is not something that she experiences much anymore, but now was one of those times. I might actually die here, she thought.
The other two males recovered, and the female finally got up from her immense pain.
"I want to be the one who kills this bitch!" the female shouted. "She got me in the arm. That hurt!" She picked up her blade, and advanced on Ceras.
The female walked up to Ceras (who was still being held back by the leader), stood two feet away from her, and held the blade up to her heart. She pulled the blade back and...
Just before she could thrust the blade forward, another (slightly larger) blade came right through her chest, right through her heart, and she fell to the ground, dead. This freaked Ceras out more than the others for two reasons. First, the blade had stopped right before her heart; in fact, she felt the tip against her chest right before the female gang member fell over. Second, she had seen that blade before, on several occasions. It belonged to one man: Alexander Anderson.
Ceras looked around, and sure enough, just outside the alley, there he stood. His glasses shined from the lamppost near him, and there was a large grin on his face.
Before the other two gang members could even retaliate, Anderson had two blades thrown right through the middle of their skulls, and they fell over.
Filled with fear, the leader of the gang pulled the blade closer to Ceras' neck. Anderson started advancing on Ceras and the leader.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll stick this blade right through her throat!"
Anderson wasn't worried in any way at all.
"Go ahead. I don't care at all what happens to her. She is a vampire too, and it would actually be helping me out if you do it. Go ahead, kill her."
Ceras was more frightened than she could ever remember. Neither one of them cared at all about her life, and the chances were way too high that she would not survive this encounter.
"But I do want to speak with her for a minute before you decide to feel superior by killing a helpless girl." This comment from Anderson really annoyed Ceras.
"Well, if you want her to life that long, the I suggest you back the hell off!"
Anderson still kept advancing. He didn't seem worried in the least bit.
"Back away from her now, and I might let you have a head start running for your life."
Ceras had had enough of this. With her vampire speed, she grabbed the knife that was up against her neck, and pulled it away from herself. She then pulled the knife out of his hand, and threw it aside. After the knife was disposed of, she flipped the gang member over her shoulder, right through a blade that Anderson had thrust out, slicing him in half right down the middle.
After all was said and done, Ceras tried to regain her breath, and Anderson was still standing over her.
"What do you want with me?" Ceras asked, still wondering why Anderson decided to let her live, considering the fact that she was a vampire.
"I want to know where your master is hiding. I want a rematch sometime soon. I will rid the world of his presence eventually!"
"Even I don't know. He's got a night off tonight, so he could be virtually anywhere in the city."
"Well, when you find him, tell him to meet me...right here."
He was just roaming the streets, looking for something to do, until his next assignment. Or until he found Alucard for another rematch. Whichever came first. He was hoping to find Alucard, but it was more likely that he would get another assignment before that could happen. But hey, a man can hope, can't he?
He walked and walked, practically looking for trouble. Looking for vampires, not just Alucard, but any vampire that he could use his specialized swords on. He had been itching for his next mission where he would be able to do this.
Anderson had walked almost two miles now.
As he was walking, Anderson came across a bum on the streets, begging for change. When the bum asked, "Spare change, mister?" Anderson simply replied saying, "May god bless you." He said that to everybody.
One more mile down the road, Anderson got a call from his superiors. Apparently, there was a gang of vampires making trouble for over a week now, and it can't be tolerated any longer. It was his job to "cleanse" the city of these impure creatures.
Looks like he has something to do now.
It was a cold, dark night, and she wasn't very comfortable with this temperature, even though she was a vampire. She didn't mind the darkness (she had grown accustomed to it), but for some reason, she had never gotten used to the chill. Even before the infamous Alucard transformed her into a vampire, she never liked cold climates. She had never gotten used to a lot of things, especially the customs of vampires, but there were a lot of advantages to being one, so she never complained. She was fast. She was strong. She was formerly a policewoman. Her name was Ceras Victoria.
She was on an assignment. Integra had informed her that a gang of vampires were feeding upon several victims over the past week. It was time for the Hellsing agency to take action. And since this was Alucard's "night off", Ceras was stuck with the task of exterminating them.
So here she was, at the last known place where a human sadly fell victim to this gang. There were four bodies littered throughout this dark alley. One half-hanging out if the dumpster to the side, one sitting up against the wall across from the dumpster, and two more laying around. There were bloodstains everywhere. She found it disgusting.
She didn't even know why she was here. What good would this do? she thought. They're not gonna come back here. Why would they?
Oh well, it was worth coming here anyway. She had no other lead to this gang, so she might as well investigate here.
But as she was walking out of the dark alley, she was confronted by four figures, three males and one female. They were all almost wearing the same thing. All three of the males were wearing ordinary blue jeans, gray shirts, and black leather jackets. The female was wearing blue jeans, a red and white stripped tube-top, and the same leather jacket worn by the other three males.
"What are you doin' in our alley, little girl?" one of the males asked. This must be the leader, Ceras thought.
"I'm...investigating a series of crimes committed by a gang of...a gang." Maybe I shouldn't scare them with vampires, Ceras thought.
"So, we finally got recognized by the news" the leader said. "We're finally famous!" The other three cheered to themselves.
"I wouldn't see that as a good thing in your position. You wouldn't happen to be...vampires...by any chance, would you?" Ceras knew she probably shouldn't have said that, but she couldn't help it. Besides, if they were, then her job would go along a lot more quickly.
"How do you know about that?" the leader replied. A look of anger shot across his face.
"Oh, so you are then? Great. It just happens to be my job to stop you from hurting any more people. And if that means that I have to kill all of you, then so be it." Ceras was in luck today. This was a lot easier than she thought it would be.
"I'd like to see you try, little girl. Didn't you get me earlier? We are vampires, and we are going to make you suffer before you die." The other three chuckled, and pulled out their weapons. The leader and the female both pulled out switchblades, one of the other males pulled out a chain 6 feet in length, and the remaining male pulled out a wooden baseball bat.
"That's nice." That's all Ceras really felt she had to say to this. "I'm a vampire too, so you better watch out yourself." She thought it would be fair to warn them.
As if they didn't care about Ceras' last comment, all four of them charged at her with their weapons in front if them (except for the one with the chain, of course, he was swinging it by his side). Ceras pulled out her pistol, and shot the female in the arm, forcing her to drop her blade, and kneel to the ground holding her arm in pain, instead of continuing her charge.
The one with the chain reached her next, or rather, the chain reached her next. Thanks to her vampire reflexes, she caught the chain, and thanks to her enhanced strength, she was able to pull the chain out of the wielders' hands with ease. She then whipped the chain around, and knocked the wooden baseball bat out of the hands of the gang member holding it. She then whipped the chain around once more, knocking out the two that she just disarmed before dropping it to the ground.
Wasn't there four? Ceras thought. Where is the other one?
It was too late by the time she noticed. The leader came up behind her, and stuck his switchblade up to her neck.
"Yeah, we're vampires, and we know how hard it is to kill our kind, but one thing that does the trick is a good-old fashioned knife in the neck."
Ceras really was scared in this position. Fear is not something that she experiences much anymore, but now was one of those times. I might actually die here, she thought.
The other two males recovered, and the female finally got up from her immense pain.
"I want to be the one who kills this bitch!" the female shouted. "She got me in the arm. That hurt!" She picked up her blade, and advanced on Ceras.
The female walked up to Ceras (who was still being held back by the leader), stood two feet away from her, and held the blade up to her heart. She pulled the blade back and...
Just before she could thrust the blade forward, another (slightly larger) blade came right through her chest, right through her heart, and she fell to the ground, dead. This freaked Ceras out more than the others for two reasons. First, the blade had stopped right before her heart; in fact, she felt the tip against her chest right before the female gang member fell over. Second, she had seen that blade before, on several occasions. It belonged to one man: Alexander Anderson.
Ceras looked around, and sure enough, just outside the alley, there he stood. His glasses shined from the lamppost near him, and there was a large grin on his face.
Before the other two gang members could even retaliate, Anderson had two blades thrown right through the middle of their skulls, and they fell over.
Filled with fear, the leader of the gang pulled the blade closer to Ceras' neck. Anderson started advancing on Ceras and the leader.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll stick this blade right through her throat!"
Anderson wasn't worried in any way at all.
"Go ahead. I don't care at all what happens to her. She is a vampire too, and it would actually be helping me out if you do it. Go ahead, kill her."
Ceras was more frightened than she could ever remember. Neither one of them cared at all about her life, and the chances were way too high that she would not survive this encounter.
"But I do want to speak with her for a minute before you decide to feel superior by killing a helpless girl." This comment from Anderson really annoyed Ceras.
"Well, if you want her to life that long, the I suggest you back the hell off!"
Anderson still kept advancing. He didn't seem worried in the least bit.
"Back away from her now, and I might let you have a head start running for your life."
Ceras had had enough of this. With her vampire speed, she grabbed the knife that was up against her neck, and pulled it away from herself. She then pulled the knife out of his hand, and threw it aside. After the knife was disposed of, she flipped the gang member over her shoulder, right through a blade that Anderson had thrust out, slicing him in half right down the middle.
After all was said and done, Ceras tried to regain her breath, and Anderson was still standing over her.
"What do you want with me?" Ceras asked, still wondering why Anderson decided to let her live, considering the fact that she was a vampire.
"I want to know where your master is hiding. I want a rematch sometime soon. I will rid the world of his presence eventually!"
"Even I don't know. He's got a night off tonight, so he could be virtually anywhere in the city."
"Well, when you find him, tell him to meet me...right here."