Off Time #2: Judas Priest

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.

A/N: Review or I'll cry and stuff.

A/N: Takes place 7 months after last chapter. I know I'm skipping around, don't worry.

A warm July breeze flowed through Ferdinant Lukes Orphanage. All the lights from the main building were out, the children tucked safely away in their beds, blissfully unaware of what walked through its grounds.

Jack reached into his knee-length brown duster, Japanese Special Forces standard issue, and pulled out his katana. His eye caught the flicker of light from the small chapel on the edge of the grounds. Something that should not have been there was. It was a matter of honor now. He had been blindly defeated in battle twice by his arch nemesis and both times he had been brought to the ever-present brink of death. After all, the third time is a charm is it not? A field mouse rushed by on the damp green grass of the orphanage, but the sound of the scurrying rodent still registered and echoed deeply within his mind because of what he was.

Jack walked the cobblestone path slowly. Calm before the storm he chuckled to himself, and this was gonna be a hell of a hurricane. He supposed it was true; a strange detached feeling always hit him before anything happened- good, bad, or in between. But whatever the feelings were that took hold of him in the last minutes before battle; he had better things to do. Like revenge for instance. Now that was a task that brought a deadly smile to his lips. Revenge for Seras… for Alucard… even for Hellsing… but mostly it was his honor and piece of mind that needed avenging.

He pushed open the big oak double doors and walked briskly into the church. It had everything a church needs, perhaps more, with its rows upon rows of pews. The overhead lighting shimmered on the top of the holy water in what looked like a marble birdbath, a giant cross with the figure of Christ rested above the pulpit, and other religious materials every way you looked. Anderson was knelt in prayer at the foot of the cross. Right where Jack thought he would be. Right where he wanted him to die, begging for mercy from the same vampire he brought to its knees. Oh how ironic!

"Of all the little legends of vampires," he started as he took a step forward, "so few of them are true. Silver, garlic, aiming for the heart, blah blah blah. But what I do find interesting are the ones that aren't true. Crosses, hallowed ground, and in some cases the sun." He shut the door softly behind himself as to keep it on its heavy brass hinges and not rip the things off altogether with his vampiric strength.

Anderson rose, his back still turned. "Ye dare defile this house o' te Lord with yer presence!"

"Please, spare me the theatrics. I can come and go as I please." He raised his hands to the high ceiling. "The only reason I can think of, is that, God doesn't live here. Just statues, relics, and people dragged here to avoid the punishment of a cosmic babysitter that probably does not even exist except in your so-called 'Good Book'." He took a few steps forward and slid his duster off of his powerful arms to drape it over a pew. He reached around and unbuckled the two leather gun holsters strapped against his blue T-shirt. He tossed them aside.

"So it's just you, me," he looked toward Anderson and his look was one of pure fury shadowed by remnants of what seemed to be resentment. "And, I suppose if you want- God." He unsheathed his katana; the vibrating sound of the metal filled the air. "So," he raised his voice, "how about a duel to the death, O Judas priest!"

Somewhere Alucard was cackling at the scene taking place.

"Ye never learn do ye?"

"You'll be dead before midnight."

"A brave boast. Think ye can do it with ten minutes?"

"I know I can."

"Well at midnight we'll see won't we?"

"Put up or shut up Catholic."

"Glad ta." Anderson reached inside of his coat and pulled out his duel blades.

They each stood at the end of the church. Jack held his hands behind his head, the blade pointing downward with his left foot forward. A snake ready to strike at any sign of movement. Anderson held a sword at either end pointing at the rose-red, carpet-clad floors. They each started walking toward each other, wondering who would make the first move. It wasn't surprising that the one to do so was Anderson. He sprinted toward Jack, hoping to catch him off guard. He aimed his blades toward each side of Jack's chest and thrust. Jack pulled his sword out of its position and swung his katana around in a wide arc, smacking away the bayonets. He drew up on the downswing, using the momentum from his previous attack to slash at Anderson's face.

Anderson jumped back, with his madman grin on his face as a trickle of blood flowed from the wound. He stood there looking at Jack as his glasses fell into two pieces and the bridge of his nose began to bleed. He stuck a bayonet into the floor and wiped off his blood and discarded the bottom half of his glasses. "Just a scratch. Don't celebrate yet, vampire." He pulled his sword out of the floor and resumed his stance.

"Humph." Jack ran at Anderson.

"Ye really must have a death wish!" Anderson readied his right arm for a decapitating swing.

"And your name's on top of the list, Judas!" Jack grinned as he hit the ground hard sliding under Anderson's attack and between his legs, trying to cut his down the middle. Anderson brought up his second bayonet blocking the attack and brought down the other to stab Jack in the face.

Jack scooted away and hopped up. He dashed at Anderson and landed a kick to the back. The priest stumbled forward and began to cackle. He spun around and launched bayonets toward Jack. Jack ducked and stood up. He brought up a hand to his cheek. He brought it back. Blood was smeared over his hand. "Just a scratch." He said. "Don't celebrate yet Judas."

"We done wi' tae warm oops?"

"I was hoping you'd ask." He charged, dragging his katana on the floor, cutting the carpet as he moved. He brought it up to cut Anderson in half, but he had moved back and kicked Jack in the chest. Jack shot back hit the ground and rolled, knocking the pulpit down. Anderson ran up to where Jack was laying, still in shock. As he ran he cupped his hand and dragged it along the bottom of the holy water and splashed it on Jack. The screams were excruciating. Anderson continued and aimed his sword for Jack's heart.

Jack rolled away at the last second. He stood; steam from the holy water still ran off of burn marks. "Cheap trick." He ran up and started attacking, slowly backing Anderson into the corner.

Anderson backed up to the corner while he fended off Jack's blade. When in the corner he crossed his blades and stopped the katana and pushed back. Jack fell back. Something was coming, he could feel it.

Anderson cackled as pages of holy text shot out of his chest, binding Jack into place. "Yea knoo vampire it's almost too easy." He grinned as he stabbed Jack in the gut. "But doesn't mean I can't a have a bit o' fun."

Jack grinned as the blade entered his flesh. Perfect. He twirled his wrist and cut the paper holding his arm in place. He twirled his arm, and smacked Anderson's hand with the back end of his sword. Anderson dropped his blade as he shot back to avoid being stabbed.

Jack cut the remaining binds and winced. Damn those blades hurt. He moved up and kicked the remaining sword out of Anderson's hand. He dropped his katana and went in for a jump kick to the side of the head.

Anderson hit the ground with a thud. He was unarmed. Shit. He rolled over and sprung to his feet. He looked over at Jack. His arms covered his chest and face as he bounced up and down.

"Come on Judas, what's the matter?" He swung his front leg up and slammed it into Anderson's stomach. When Anderson shot forward Jack connected his elbow with the Catholic's back dropping him to the ground. "Is that all Judas?"

"Vampire FILTH!" Anderson pushed himself partially up and attempted to tackle Jack at the knees. It was a nicely timed attack that would have given Anderson the advantage if Jack hadn't jumped onto his back.

"I expected more from you Judas." He walked off of him and leaned on a pew. "I must say I'm a little disappointed." Anderson pushed himself up and stormed his way over to Jack. Jack walked to the middle of the isle. "Come on, hit me."

"Ae'd be glad ta." Anderson took a swing at Jack's head with his fist, but never connected. Jack had tilted his head back and lightly kicked Anderson in the shin.

"Come on! Hit me!" He moved his head to the right to avoid another punch. "Come on!" He ducked again to avoid a kick to the head. "Come on!" he started chanting.

Anderson continued his assault by trying to kick Jack in the chest. Jack sidestepped and when he was moving behind Anderson he cracked him in the chest with a ridge hand and kicked him in the side. "COME ON!"

Anderson spun and shot bayonets at Jack, hitting him twice in the left shoulder and once in the stomach.

"Good…" Jack pulled out the blades from his body. "That's more like it. Now Judas…" he trailed off as he broke into a sprint, flipping over several pews and grabbing his sword. He looked at Anderson's blades next to him and kicked them to his opponent. "Ready yourself." He checked his watch. "You have 1 minute to live."

They charged at each other, each unwavering in their determination to kill. Anderson thrust out with both his blades for Jack's heart. Before they clashed, Jack slanted the blade of his katana slightly before he stabbed. Anderson and Jack stood their. Jack had stabbed him in the middle of his chest; Anderson had stabbed Jack just above the heart with each of his blades.

They each jumped back, their blood flowing from their wounds. Jack looked at his watch and grinned. "Time to die." He started running at Anderson with ungodly speed. Anderson readied his blades. This time he was going to stab him through the heart and decapitate him with one felt stroke.

Jack flipped his sword backward, flew his arm forward, with a stroke upward Anderson's blades were thrown in the air and lodged in the ceiling. He stood still for a moment, the tip of his blade at the bottom of Anderson's jaw. "Only human," he plunged his sword through Paladin Alexander Anderson's skull, the bloody tip coming out of his blond hair. Jack twisted away and cut through the center of Anderson's face with the blade, spun around and took off his head in one motion.

Anderson's head hit the ground when the clock began to stroke midnight. Jack began to laugh. It was an uncharacteristically deep mad laugh that would have come from the mouth of Anderson or Alucard.

The doors burst open and the stain glass windows shattered. Iscariot armed forces stormed the chapel. Jack stood alone in the center of the catholic troops, bloodlust still in his eyes. His pupils contracted. He dropped his sword and grinned. The fun was just beginning and it could only get better.

A/N: R&R or else. Tell me what you thought of Anderson's death…'cause he's definitely dead.

A/N: No one reviewed my last chapter soooo…read it and do that now.

A/N: Big HUGE thanks to my editor. I still have no idea who you are, but whatever. You kick ass.

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