It's been a little bit since I was able to post a chapter so here it is. I don't own Hellsing and I'm going to make an honest attempt to try and explain things better in this chapter.
Chapter Three: A New Force
"Aaaaaaaaghhhhhhhh!"
The coarse screaming echoed throughout the building and sent a shiver down the FREAK's spine. It had been going on for several minutes now and each time it had been closer to his spot and sounding even angrier then ever. He had already stationed his ghouls throughout the building, forming a few clever ambushes for any wannabe vampire slayer. For once his video game knowledge had paid off and he hoped that it would be enough to keep him safe. After the attack on the apartment building he needed to lay low for a little bit and he nodded to himself as he paced across the floor, tapping the barrel of an old AK against his hip. For a moment he pondered why he still had the old thing since he had killed most of the people in the building with his bare hands. Even now he could remember the thrill of kill after kill and the delicious screams that each of his victims had shrieked before gurgling into silence. A wicked grin cracked across his face before he felt the building beneath him shudder. When all the commotion had begun he had been relieved that it was only one man, even if he was screaming the name of god and actually making progress through his death trap. The FREAK turned and strode toward the door muttering in the back of his head, That's it! I'm tired of this disturbance in my lair! I'll blast this holy man and then I'll turn him into another ghoul! Once he came out of the room though, the thoughts fled his mind as he noticed a distinct glow coming from the floor beneath him. What the…? A second later the FREAK vampire screamed as an impossibly long glowing arm burst from the floor and grabbed him by the ankle. The jeans burned away in a moment as the sheer energy in the hand burnt his corrupted vampire flesh.
"HOLY CRAP! WHAT THE HECK IS THIS!" The vampire screamed as he pointed his old AK down at the ground and began to fire. The building resounded with the noise of gun fire and screams as the FREAK tried desperately to free himself….
Crimson eyes blinked slowly, much like a cat's would as the elder vampire stood up from his coffin. A displeased frown was on his face as he strode towards his wall, a pool of inky blackness foreshadowing Alucard's disappearance into the shadows. Moments later he reappeared in an ancient cell, a level below his own room in the Hellsing family dungeon. There was a brief moment as he tried to remember the right room before a pleased smile came to his face as he saw the right one. A large pentagram drawn from blood was painted on the door leading into the cell that Alucard had been imprisoned in for twenty long years. Such fond memories came to mind of what had happened when he had awakened! With a cackle and a grin, the twin blood seals on his gloves glowing on the white fabric, he entered into the room. A dark aura seemed to greet him as he closed the door with a clang loud enough to jolt a sleeping Integra out of her sleep and a forgotten nightmare..
The pain! Oh God the pain that hand caused him! The vampire had almost emptied his entire clip into the floor beneath him and still the hand didn't release him! Gritting his teeth he yanked of his foot and and tried yank his foot away from that glowing hand.
"In the name of God Ah'll grind your unholy body to dust and scatter your ashes across the earth!" Came the bellow as the vampire was pulled through the floor. Plaster and wooden beams surround him and dust filled the air. The FREAK stood up as quickly as his legs would allow, turning to face the source of the glowing light. An impressively large man stood in front of him, seemingly made of light, a bayonet clutched in one hand and part of his jeans in the other.
"All the unholy freaks on this earth shall perish by my hand!" the apparition shouted as he reached out once more for the vampire. The poor FREAK backed up frantically raising his AK once more and pulling the trigger. The bullets only seemed to irriate the man and he stepped forward, hand darting out to grab the undead by the head. Raising the vampire up in the air the last thing he heard was, "Ashes to ashes…Dust to dust….Amen ye bastard of hell."
Gray dust slide through his fingers as Anderson fell to his knees. What on earth happened to him? After he had seen that odd man in the hallway everything had gone bright for the holy Paladin. All he could remember was a rising anger and a deep running urge to banish the blots of darkness that had covered his visions. Now he was sitting in the rubble of a room with an obviously dead vampire scattered around his tall lanky form. Anderson glanced down to the cross and choked in surprise. The blessed silver cross no longer adorned his neck. There was merely a hole burned through his priest robes and a silver shaped mark streaked across his chest. With a shake of the head and trembling knees the Paladin Alexander Anderson rose to his feet and began to leave the building, not even taking note of the ghouls that had been ripped limb from limb. He had to make it back to the Vatican as quickly as possible and explain what had happened to Enrico.
Ah, another chapter done and still no reviews. Makes me feel good and warm inside.
