Day Four, 1:24 am.

"How dare you?" Joshua's new intended victim snapped at the words spoken to him. "How dare you call me a foolish man? I am not the one interrupting a private ordeal, and pulling a gun. You have no chance to shoot us all—that gun most likely only carries six shots. Maybe even seven if you are able to put one in the barrel, as well as a clip."

Tilting his head back slightly, Alucard chuckled softly. "At least you do seem to have some intelligence." A few steps were then taken forward, into the isle between the pews, to hold the gun up to his side, facing a whole row of people. "But with these seven shots, I can take down enough to worry you, can't I?"

"A bluff." Again the man barked. The people in the pews were watching intently, staring at their leader, a few with eager looks on their faces, obviously having the knowledge that this man that was opposing them now was no small threat. "But first," he began, "before you jump to conclusions, why don't you take a seat and watch our sermon?" A sly grin grew over the man's face, as he turned to head back to the alter.

A sermon? Alucard's eyes narrowed some, and then he turned his back as well, heading over to stand in front of the doors of the church, what he suspected to be the only exit. If this was anything like the Vampire expected, then this would be truly interesting, something he would want to see. A Vampire holding a mass for more Vampires, or ghouls, or whatever they were, as if he were a priest.

Although, if it were something he did not think was appropriate, he would execute the 'leader' immediately, no questions asked. Of course, if he killed off that man, he would be killing off the rest, ultimately.

The smell of blood seemed to grow more distinct with the opening of a door, and the murmurs of two voices rang out through the silence of the church hall. More moments of quiet passed, before a man came walking around from the back of the alter that was hidden by a wall, carrying a woman, wrapped in white, and limp. She was definitely alive though, her chest rising and falling softly with her breath. The female was set down upon the table on the alter, before the man carrying her took his leave, without taking his time to kneel to the crucifix and show the sign of the cross.

"Ladies and gentlemen." Again, the red-haired man held out his arms, as if welcoming his children into his heart. "This is the last woman we have here, the last human; the one we must live off of until our capability is greater." There was a pause in the man's words, as he let his gaze fall on Alucard, the look in his eyes blank, yet somehow smug. "Perhaps our visitor would like a taste of her, the first?"

The priest pushed the doors of the church open slowly, making sure he made little to no sound. This was the building that the smell of blood was coming from, most definitely. Whatever was happening in this town was happening here, in this church.

Looking into the dark building, Anderson took a few steps inside. The lights were off, yet he could see a line along the floor of light, which was accentuated by the black, that was coming from under a door, and a line going up, showing that there were two walls. It made sense that there were no lights, for what use does a Vampire have for those?

Deciding against finding any light switches, the blonde made his way towards that door, as if his regard for life was reckless and uncaring. Anderson's hand came up—the one gloved with the words 'Speak with the Dead'—to take grasp the doorknob, but stopped in mid-air, as the line of light seemed to be blocked by a moving figure, which apparently took his stand in front of the door. Someone perhaps to guard whatever may lay within the room beyond those doors? That hand fell from the air, to rest at the priest's side, as he decided to wait. Voices inside were muffled, but somehow audible, a few words clear.

The few words he could truly make out alarmed the priest, yet excited that want for the massacre of Vampires, blurring that common sense of him. Once again, gloved hands came up, to grasp the handles of the doors to the lit room. There was silence in there now, and he knew this would be the perfect time to break that, to interrupt whatever odd happenings may be going on in that room, where the fragrance of spent blood seemed to be coming from. Arms were pulled towards himself, the door began to open, as green eyes looked up with a grin inside them, to meet the relatively surprised red eyes of a Vampire.

"Anderson." Joshua was whipped around in a swift motion to aim at the priest, before it shot back around to set its sights upon the red-haired Vampire upon the alter, Jackal now being pulled out. Anderson merely blinked at the confused actions of the all powerful Alucard, before he pushed the black gun away, standing up straight to stare in, past the Hellsing trump card, to the undead filled room.

"I see tonight is a night for company, I do." Said the redhead. He was growing impatient now, with the interruptions, the weapons being drawn. "But tonight is not a good night, no. I ask you, leave this place. Go before I must take actions against you." A hand was held, the other resting upon his forehead. "Leave. Go, now."

The Scottish drawl of the paladin came forth then, powerful and rather smug. "You seem to fear these disruptions, Vampire." Hands disappeared into his coat, before two bayonets were pulled from the gray covering, one coming forward to point at the man he figured was in charge. He was about ready to take action, to behead the leader, after destroying a few others along the way, just for the fun of it.

"No." Alucard spoke, harshly, to the priest, pushing his arm down as Anderson had done to him. "I have this under control, paladin. You should leave." There was a threatening tone in his voice, more so than usual. "You wouldn't understand, either—I wish to see this; I will stop it when I deem necessary."

The Vampire's arm came up to push against Anderson's chest, to push him from the room, but it was trapped there as the priest took grasp of that arm. The motion of pushing caused the both to exit the room, and Anderson swung around to pull the door shut, to give them privacy, and to make sure not a single soul left that room—even if this was only one exit blocked.

"What are you doing here? This area is under Hellsing jurisdiction!" Alucard tore his hand away, swinging Jackal at the man's face, before putting both of his guns in their rightful place, back turning to Anderson.

"You sound like that Protestant wench now, Alucard." A smirk appeared upon the priest's face as he reached out, pulling the other against him. "Calm down a little bit. I think you know why I am here . . . as a matter of fact, I know you know."

"Stop it." Words barely spoken, as Alucard decided Anderson was not worth the effort of his speaking, as he lashed out, to knock the blonde away from him. Once again, Jackal was pulled from his hiding place, and aimed directly at that scarred cheek of Anderson's. "Get the fuck away from me."

Bang.

(A/N: I know it took forever for me to update, but like. . . I lost faith in the story, and everything. Got depressed, got some weird disease thing goin' on, got a Deviant Art account. . . Been so distracted lately! But, here it is. Oh, and in the first chapter, I believe, I said Anderson had a Roman accent . . . well. I lied. He has a Scottish accent! I should fix it, but I'm too lazy. . . BUT THANKS FOR READING! Bye.)