Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing. But Sir Kingsley is mine to toy with. Heh heh…
Of Hellsing Blood
Chapter Five: Hunter to the Hunted
"Get your face out of her neck before I turn you into dust," the same deep voice called out. It was tinged with amusement.
The vampire FREAK backed off the bed slowly, turning around to face the owner of the voice. Alucard had withdrawn the Jackal from his head, allowing him to move, but still keeping the FREAK well within his line of fire. Sir Kingsley stared at the strange man in the crimson trench coat, yellow shades and large hat. He did not know who this stranger was, but he could feel the aura of power surrounding him. However, he was still undaunted. Years of military training meant he did not scare easily.
"Answers now. What manner of FREAK are you?" Alucard asked, almost sweetly. His own fangs glinting in the firelight.
"I am one with a more advanced chip. The latest Millenium has to offer," he replied. He had noticed the fangs, and realized the identity of its owner. So this was Hellsing's secret weapon, a vampire enslaved by a mere human. He chuckled inwardly. He was pathetic.
"I don't agree with you on that point. You are nothing more than a pale representation of a true Nosferatu. I can crush you like the worm you are," Alucard said. His shades slipped down the bridge of his nose, revealing the ancient scarlet eyes that glowed with an inner light. It was a glare that would have frozen a weaker man in his tracks. Sir Kingsley inwardly shuddered, but put up a brave front even as he realized that the vampire had violated his mind. He continued to stare at him, clueless as how to evade the bullet from his gun.
"Oh, but that would be too easy for you. An all-powerful creature deserves something more challenging. Don't you think so?" He slipped the Jackal beneath his coat into its holster. He stepped towards the FREAK, slipping his glasses off and flinging them carelessly on the floor. It clattered in a corner, making him jump slightly. Sir Kingsley now had a full view of his stare, and suddenly the artificial vampire realized he was playing with fire.
"You have toyed with my Master. I do not like that at all," Alucard purred dangerously as he stood a short distance in front of the now nervous FREAK. In front of his confused eyes, Alucard muttered a string of words that made no sense to him at all. He stepped backwards towards the balcony door, thinking of making an escape by leaping off it. However, his feet seemed to be made of stone as his eyes stayed rooted to Alucard's form. He could feel the aura around the vampire thicken with energy.
What he saw next chilled the blood in his veins.
The older vampire's body began to ripple and melt, his red clothing turning black as if it was soaking up a pool of ink. His flicked open his coat, and in its depths, numerous creatures seemed to writhe and pulse. Suddenly, a million red eyes opened simultaneously, and a shadowy form forced itself out of the mass of living darkness. It moulded itself into a vague shape of a hound, its mouth open. The only tangible thing about the shadow beast was the teeth lining its open jaws. It was followed by another, and both of them seemed to grin wickedly at the trembling lesser vampire.
"What the hell are you?" Sir Kingsley took another step backwards. He had never seen anything so sinister in his life. Nothing in the army could prepare him for the supernatural horror he faced now. His heart raced as he broke out in a cold sweat.
"Let me show you the true power of a Nosferatu, one that no man-made chip can ever hope to emulate." Alucard's lips curved in a bloodthirsty grin, his head hanging disembodied within the living dark mass.
Without warning, the twin hounds leapt at the vampire FREAK at frightening speed. Sir Kingsley tried to flee, but he never made it two steps outside the balcony doors. He screamed in terror as they pounced on him, his face frozen in horror. The first shadow hound gripped his leg, and then tore it off with one swift jerk of its head. Sir Kingsley howled in pain, the blood gushing out of a bloody stump. Even as the first hound continued to attack him, the second beast clamped its jaws around his throat. The screams of the man were cut abruptly short and turned to gurgling as the beast sank its teeth into his throat. He was eventually silenced forever as his throat was ripped out, blood splattering all over the floor. The dark red liquid seemed to send the twin beasts into a frenzy, and their rippling dark forms engulfed the already dead vampire, dissolving every last bit of flesh and bone.
Once the beasts had finished, Alucard called them back. They withdrew into his still pulsing form, not even leaving a single drop of blood behind. The floor was immaculately clean, and it was as if Sir Kingsley had never existed. He wrapped his coat back around himself, muttering some incantations that restored the power seals, indicating that the target was eliminated. The black seeped away from his body, and his rippling form resumed a human shape. Alucard turned away without even glancing back. It had been too easy to kill the vampire FREAK. Mere child's play. He turned his attention to more pressing matters instead.
He glanced over to Integra, who was still asleep on the bed. Despite all that had happened, she managed to stay unconscious the whole time. He frowned as he realized the heavy dosage Sir Kingsley had given her. It was just as well. She would not struggle so much. He couldn't leave her here. Sir Kingsley's disappearance would undoubtedly lead to suspicion.
He gathered her up in his arms, and found that she was surprisingly light. Without any effort, he opened a portal in the wall. Readjusting his grip on her, he stepped into the black hole with a swirl of his red coat.
As the portal closed around them, the sounds of the night returned once more, and all was peaceful and calm.