Order 21: Demons

By: SleepyNinja

Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing and not making a dime. I'm not even making any pennies off of this whatsoever. The entire idea goes out to the creator of the show itself, not me.

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Seras swore as she rummaged through the refrigerator. It was already turning out to be a bad day. She had sworn that she had hidden a bag of O negative somewhere in the back. She sighed as she pulled out a bag of B positive out and closed the door. She opened the cupboard door where the glasses were kept. Nothing. This just wasn't her day. She ripped off the top of the bag and drank the bag like a juice box.

She stepped out to the mess hall. The noise died down as she entered the mess hall. She started walking to the other side. Morons. She could hear everything they were saying. It seemed every time she entered a room they had something nasty to say about her, from what they though was behind her back. About 0.01 percent of this was comments about her being a "monster". The other 99.99 percent involved one of three things: her boobs, her sexual history, and just about every other depraved perverted act they could think of.

Pigs.

What bothered her most is that most of them hadn't even bothered talking to her. She wasn't like that at all. Before she left the room she gave everyone a glare that Alucard would have been proud of. She closed the door behind her and walked down the halls toward her room.

Walter's head popped out from behind a door. "Ms. Victoria."

Seras turned around. "Hello Walter."

"Ms. Victoria could you come take a look at this?"

"Sure." She walked into the room Walter was in. TV's lined the walls on one side, along with other surveillance equipment. "What'cha need?"

"Well Ms. Victoria, look at this." Walter pointed to a monitor in the middle of the array. It was live feed from a camera pointed outside. "As you see, someone has been loitering outside of the compound. She's been there since Mr. Owens came back. You wouldn't happen to know who this is would you?"

Seras looked at the TV. It was obviously a woman, dressed in black. "No, can't say I know. I'll ask him if I see him."

"Thank you Ms. Victoria."

"Bye Walter." She waved and left the room. Why would someone be hanging out in front of a warehouse? This was definitely not the place that a woman should hang out alone. She walked down the stairs and headed toward Jack's makeshift training room. She looked at the door. She hadn't seen much of Jack lately. He was always in the damn room, breaking building materials, hell-bent on trying to kill Anderson.

That bothered her.

He was the only one who really spent time with her. Walter was nice to her, but he was usually busy. Alucard was, well, Alucard. Integra just gave her orders and told her to leave. It was…lonely. For the past few months Jack was an pleasant change from the normal, get up, drink blood, kill stuff, go back to sleep, type of day she had been having. Jack was funny and she enjoyed their time together. Did she like him? Yes. Did she love him? Not really, too early to tell. She was always careful when it came to things like this. She'd had some bad experiences with men; she didn't need to be hurt again…but…

She walked up to the door and turned the brass handle. She pulled it back with a creak and poked her head in. Hmmm. Not inside. She closed the door and went to the door to Jack's room and opened it. Sure enough, there he was. Christ, was that vodka? Seras' heart sank, it was. "Jack…"

Jack tilted his head back over the arm of the couch. "Evenin' Seras." He said with a grin.

"What did I tell you…"

"I know, I know," Jack said, interrupting her sentence. "This is my first," Jack held up a shot glass, "and last, one. I'm not stupid enough for a repeat of last time." He placed his glass on the table and swung around to sit upright.

Seras gave him a disapproving stare.

"Don't give me that look. Come on," he patted the cushion next to him, "sit down, have a drink."

Seras sighed. She walked over and collapsed on the couch, the soft cushions molding to her body, letting out a groan of relief. She pulled herself up strait and grabbed Jack's shot glass and swallowed the contents.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Bad day?"

"Tell me about it." She placed the glass back on the table and slouched back into the tan cushions. "And I've only been up for a few hours." She closed her eyes and wiggled into a more comfortable position. She reminded herself about one of the reasons she was there. "Who is that woman waiting outside?" she mumbled.

"I dunno, she was bugging me. I though I lost her. Apparently not."

"Mmm." Seras grabbed the bottle of vodka and refilled the shot glass.

"It must be a very bad day then."

She nodded as she emptied the glass and tossed it back on the table. "You don't know the half of it." She leaned back and rested her head on Jack's shoulder.

Jack looked down at Seras. "Anything I can do?"

"Maybe." She said, looking up into his eyes.

The door opened and Walter stepped in. "I hope I haven't interrupted anything."

Jack's eye twitched a little. "No," he said, turning his attention to Walter. "Not at all."

"We have a situation."

"We have to go down there!" Seras yelled in protest, pointing down at two and a half meter tube to the sewer. "I refuse! It stinks!"

Jack rolled his eyes and sighed. While Ewell argued with her, he pulled back the large rusty guard on the tube with a squeak. He stared into the pitch dark tube, allowing his eyes to adjust. All clear. He pulled out one berretta and stepped in.

"HEY!" Seras yelled running into the tube after Jack.

"Finally decided to join me?"

"Not by choice." She jerked her foot back and forth. "Ewww…I think I just stepped in something. Why do we have to do this?"

"Because Alucard is on the other side of England and the troops are keeping the unsuspecting public out of here."

"I know that." She snipped. "I was just complaining."

"I don't like this either you know." He reached the end of the tube and stepped out into the main area of the sewer. There were two paths on each end, separated by flowing sewage and guard rails. The area itself was damp and cold, reeking of sewage. "Well this is certainly pleasant."

"Couldn't they have picked somewhere nicer?"

"I doubt it. So what's the plan?"

"Well, there's a lot of ground to cover. Let's split up."

"Alright. I'll go left. Keep in contact with the radio."

"Sounds like a plan. Be careful."

"You too."

Jack walked down the damp sewer walkway slowly. He heard something up ahead, possibly the target. He placed his back to the wall and turned around the corner with both of his guns out. He was about a meter away from a glinting silver cross. He looked up. Paladin Alexander Anderson. Fuck.

Seras pointed her Halconnen down the hallway she had just entered. Hearing anything was difficult, she was apparently close to some heavy machinery and the noise was becoming obnoxiously loud. She entered the next door to her right. She was on a metal balcony overlooking massive turbines and a room full of at least 100 ghouls.

"Jack," she whispered into the radio. She paused for a reply. "Jack? Jack do you read me?" Nothing. The ghouls seemed to notice her presence and started walking up the stairs toward her. All 100 of them.

Fuck.

Jack sprinted backwards. He didn't expect to see Anderson so soon. He could make things interesting given enough time, but this was definitely not enough time. He spotted a door off to his left. He turned quickly, losing his footing on some slime on the ground. He quickly recovered and ran, his hand outstretched to the knob.

He grabbed the knob but recoiled quickly, it was if the door was electrified. He looked up; one of Anderson's knives had attached a piece of paper to the door. Jack didn't recognize what was written on it, but that must have been why.

Anderson strolled toward Jack with an amused grin on his face, crushing his radio that had fallen off in Jack's haste. "There's nae way vampire filth can pass the barrier I have placed. Get ready for Hell ye vermin!"

Jack emptied both of his guns into Anderson's chest.

The bullets did nothing to stop the Catholic's pace. "Ya knoo that can't dae nothin' 'gainst me." He said in a bored tone.

"I know. It just made me feel better," Jack said, pure hate pouring from his voice.

Anderson stopped. "Are ye done?"

"Not really." Jack reloaded his guns.

"Good."

Anderson let loose a barrage of knives at Jack. Jack spun around to the left and fired at the incoming bayonets. He knocked several off course. His eyes went wide; one was still headed strait for him. He threw down his guns and grabbed.

The bayonet had pierced the skin right above the heart and was lodged midway through the bone of his ribs. Jack looked down, and then looked up and his hand, gripping the handle. He pulled it out and held it at his side. With his other hand he grabbed his katana. Anderson held his blades before his face and grinned.

"Time for a spot o' fun."

Seras ran as she reloaded her Halconnen with an explosive shell. She had been firing them into the crowd, drastically thinning out their numbers in a short period of time. Unfortunately there were still a mass amount of ghouls climbing up the stairs. She fired off her shot into the center of the crowd, watching the ghouls disappear into sand and flame. She stopped and looked behind her. They were coming in close. She placed her Halconnen on the ground. They were just ghouls after all.

She walked slowly toward the mass of undead in front of her. Her pupils contracted, and an evil grin crept up on her face. She ran into the group, leaving behind blood and gore.

Jack and Anderson exchanged glares at each other. Anderson's of twisted enjoyment, Jack's of pure loathing. Jack moved first, making a death rush at Anderson. The priest raised his blades into a defensive position, but they were swatted away by the bayonet that Jack held in his left hand. His katana tore into Anderson's stomach, upward to the middle of his chest. Jack flipped around to Anderson's back, discarding the bayonet and coming down with his katana from the shoulder to the thigh. Jack launched a kick into Anderson's back, sending him flying forward.

Anderson pushed himself up from the ground. "Ah see ya've been practicing," he said, turning around, blades once again ready.

Jack didn't respond, verbally at least. He took his thumb and index finger and placed them on the base of his blade. He moved his fingers up, cleaning the blood off the blade. He looked at the modest amount of blood seeping into his glove. After staring at it for a moment, Jack placed the two fingers into his mouth, sucking the blood out of the glove, all the while staring into Anderson's eyes.

Anderson looked on with a mix of disgust and disbelief. "Why ye fell beast." He said slowly, voice full of anger. "Ye DARE ta drink…" he trailed off. "Ta tae deepest pits o' hell with ye!" He screamed starting a charge, blades out to his sides.

Jack watched the paladin charge at him. If he wasn't before, he was pissed off now. Jack intently watched Anderson's blades come at him, placing his sword in front of his face, the blade parallel to the ground. Wait for it…wait for it…now! Jack swung into the paladin's swords, stopping the attack. They each stood still, pressing their blades against one another's, trying to get the other to yield first.

Anderson cut the clash short with a knee to Jack's stomach. He buckled forward, dropping his katana. The butt of one of Anderson's sword smashed into the back of Jack's head, dropping him face first. Jack rolled on the floor, attempting to stand again.

Anderson kicked him square in the ribs, sending him into the concrete wall behind him. "Ah do believe ah owed ye thea oon."

Seras crushed the last two ghouls head's together with a crunch. She looked around her. She was beginning to understand why Alucard didn't bother fighting them if he didn't have to, they were so stupid. She walked over to her Halconnen and picked up her ammunition box and the cannon itself. She swung the box over onto her back and took one more look around. Still no sign of the target.

She froze. Something overtook her senses. It was fear, desperation, and anger, pure seething anger, balled into one. And it was coming from a direction. Seras eyes widened. She took off in the direction she last saw Jack.

Jack had somehow managed to grab his sword and regain his footing, and was backed into the wall. It was actually going better than expected, he wasn't dead yet. Anderson's strikes were coming faster now, he was barely keeping up. One slip up and his head was going to be rolling on the ground. He jumped up hopped off the wall, hoping to get behind Anderson. Bad idea.

Anderson connected a kick into Jack's chest, sending him into the old guardrail in front of the river of sewage. He slumped forward, grasped his sword, jumped up and swung. Another bad idea. Anderson caught the blade between his own, twisting Jack's katana out of his hands and out of his reach, all while smashing his head against Jack's.

Jack was reeling. He spun to the right just in time to avoid being stabbed, but not fast enough to be throw back into the cement wall.

Seras turned a corner in time to see the horrific scene at the other end of the long hall. Anderson had Jack pinned against the wall, trying to stab him with both of his swords. Jack had grabbed Anderson's hands and was trying to keep the blessed blades from piercing his flesh.

Jack looked terrible. Blood dripped out from the corner of his mouth, his cloths were ripped, and he had cuts on his arms and legs. His arms shook, resisting the pressure that Anderson was applying.

Seras ran towards them, she might make it on time. Probably not. It hit her like an oncoming train, she could do nothing. For the first time in years Seras felt completely helpless. If she shot she'd hit Jack too. She couldn't run any faster, try as she might. All she could do was run and watch. It was horrible.

Anderson leaned over Jack with insane satisfaction, his silver cross crossing coming closer to Jack's chest. Anderson leaned over more; the cross fell on Jack's chest, erupting into flames. Jack screamed and his arms gave way, the blades entered on each side of his thigh with an extreme angle upwards, exiting out his back and going into the side of the wall. The screams of excruciating pain echoed throughout the sewer.

The sound filled Seras' head. "JACK!" Seras yelled in desperation. Something inside her snapped. Rational though was replaced with bloodlust, hate, rage, and hysteria. Seras kept running, not noticing that something was emerging out of her side, and crook of her neck. It was black and taking on human form. Shadow encompassed her; several more growths came out of various places. They extended toward Anderson, their form becoming more visible. Seras looked out to the side. She stopped running, but they still continued. They looked like that thing from her dreams. That was part of her?

They seemed to eat light. They encompassed Anderson, bent over backwards with his cackling laugh. He stopped and looked around. The black angels looked at him, holding their twisted swords covered in blood. He shot out several of his knives, striking one in the face. It pulled out the knife and laughed, throwing it into Anderson's shoulder. Two of the angels swooped down and impaled Anderson, sticking him into the wall next to Jack.

One came up towards him, and licked the blood that was pouring out of his mouth. "You're delicious," it said in a raspy low voice into his ear. "We're gonna eat you all up."

The Paladin reached into his jacket and disappeared in a flurry of pages of holy text.

The black angels were sucked back into Seras' body. She stood there, staring at Jack, looking dumbstruck at Seras.

"You don't have to help me you know." Jack said as Seras helped him exit the sewer into.

"Stop being so bloody stubborn, of course you need help." They exited the tube out into the rain. Seras helped Jack toward an armored transport. "Let's just get you home."

Jack tried to hobble the other way. "Bah, I'm taking a walk."

"You can't even stand, there's no way you can take a walk."

"Of course I can." He wiggled away from Seras and stood up. "See." He took a step and fell forward, but Seras caught him.

"See? You are in no condition to go out for a leisurely stroll."

"Pfft. You're coming with me then."

A soldier ran up. "Ma'am! We are prepared to return to base!"

Seras sighed. "I'll be staying behind with Owens. We'll return later."

"Yes ma'am!" he ran off toward the rest of the Hellsing personnel.

Jack smirked. "Now was that so hard?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let's go."

They had been walking/limping for fifteen minutes on the bank of the nearby river. The rain hadn't let up and they moved slowly to avoid falling.

"So," Seras started, "who was outside?"

"Some woman."

"You can be more specific than that."

"Well I was taking a walk," he started. "And I was apparently yawned at the wrong spot. So this woman sees me and starts bugging me about "turning her". Bothered the hell outta me. I thought I lost her, but I didn't."

"You just could have said that."

"Well, it's sorta embarrassing."

"It's happened to me before. Alucard usually frightens them off."

Jack eyed a bench. "Over here."

"Alright." Seras helped Jack sit down on the wet bench and sat down next to him, placing her hands out to her side. "You alright?"

"Well," Jack said, leaning his head over the back of the bench. "It hurts to walk and to breathe. Actually, moving in general hurts, other than that, I'm fine."

"It's been a hell of a day hasn't it?"

"Hell of a day."

Seras placed her hand on top of Jack's, giving it a gentle squeeze. Jack turned his hand upward and returned the squeeze.

They sat like that for the next several hours.

Preview:

Alucard: Why do I have to do this?

Integra: You wanted the week off.

Alucard: But this is stupid! It's not even a preview; it's just a bunch of random crap!

Integra: Live with it.

Alucard: I refuse!

Integra: Well it's already over.

Alucard: Really?

Order 22: (title to be determined)