Hellsing: Vacation

Chapter 4: This can't be good…

ZR: Okay, chapter four everybody! Weather here in New England has been pretty wild lately. Record temperature highs. Forecasts of thunderstorms that never happen. I swear, this area is has one of the most unusual weather patterns I've ever seen in my life.(okay starting to ramble here) Thanks to pyromaniacgrl and Aomee for thier reviews!

Disclaimer: TT I saddly do not own Hellsing...wish I did though...

John motorcycle came to a screeching halt, creating a black streak behind the vehicle. He brought his hand up to his visor and lifted it up, his eyes wide in astonishment. Before him lay a wall of ghouls. Seras peeked out from behind him to take a look; she had the same look on her face as well. She thought that they were safe here on Hawaii, but apparently not. John took off his helmet and set it down on the handlebars. He put the kickstand out and hopped off the bike.

"Seras, stay there. I'll take care of this," he said grimly.

"John, please don't! You don't know what your up against!" she replied.

"Heh, the brain fools what the eyes perceive," he remarked. He started chuckling to himself as he walked over to the ghouls who started to gurgle and moan as he approached them.

Seras quickly jumped off the bike and grabbed at his arm, "John, please don't! You'll be killed by them they're more powerful than they appear!" And she was right; she had seen first hand what they could do to any human. They have the tenacity, but they lack the power, skillfulness, and knowledge like that of a vampire.

He turned around and grabbed her hands. "Seras, there's a lot of me that you don't know. You'll see what I mean, so just please, let me do my work," He gave her a kiss on the cheek, and she started blushing immediately. He let go of her and turned back to face the ghouls. "Besides," he cracked his neck. "I haven't had a good workout since the last World War."

"W-w-what do you mean? That you're…you're a-"

"That's right Seras, I am a vampire. I'm not surprised you couldn't tell that I was one, Alucard could right away. We've met before."

"You mean that you know-"

"I know all about Hellsing Seras. Now, time to take out the trash," the air around him started to become thick and black. Soon, it was so black that you couldn't even see him any more. Then as soon as it came, it disappeared. He was now wearing black combat boots, black jeans, a black trench coat, his ring and glove were still there, but in his hands was now a shotgun. Slung across his back was an assault rifle, and resting on his left hip was a long sword, still in its sheath. Seras was so surprised at the quickness of the change of cloths that she staggered back slightly.

John clicked the safety off on his shotgun, and pumped a round into the chamber. He smirked slightly and walked slowly to the line of ghouls. He shouldered the weapon, rested his finger on the trigger, aimed at the closest rotting body, and fired. The 8-gauge shotgun roared to life, and the buckshot tore through the rotting flesh of the ghoul. These rounds were specially designed, just like the ones the Hellsing Organization used. However, to retain their effectiveness, the lead pellets were alloyed with melted silver from a lanchester cathedral cross, as to effectively harm any member of the undead army. And because of the spread-shot effect of the shotgun, this assured that they, more often than not, hit their mark.

The ghoul in turn turned into dust. John pumped a fresh round into the chamber and fired again. Again with the same effect. This all took about, five seconds. The ghouls then tried to pile around him, surrounding him with enemies, thus ending his life. Nut john was faster than that. He drew out a small amount of plastic explosive, shoved it into one of the closest ghouls mouth, and inserted the timer ignition. He activated it, and phased through he road beneath them. Just in time. Just as the portal closed behind him, the explosive set off. Annihilating the group of ghouls that attempting to end his undead life.

He phased back beside Seras who was completely stunned at this feat. Even with her heightened capabilities, she could still barely track his movements. She was startled that he phased back beside her, a look of grim accomplishment on his face.

"Not bad…but it could have been better," he turned to her and gave her a toothy smile, clearly showing his fangs. "A little rusty, but with a little more combat, I'll be back to my old self."

"That was completely amazing. I've never seen combat like that before in my entire undead life," she said. "And it took how long?"

"Fifteen seconds, for the entire combat, but with the first sighting and everything. I'd say around…three minutes and thirty-six seconds."

"You timed it all with what?"

He pointed to his head.

She stood there in astonishment. Completely overcome by amazement and surprise. "Integra would want to see this."

"Heh, I usually never work alone anyway, so I'll look into it tomorrow," the same black mist appeared around him one again, and disappeared just as quick. He wore the same cloths just before the mist appeared the first time. "Now, lets return on our way, I still need to mail my sketch in so I can get my pay check."

Seras then noticed something, when not in combat he seems to be all carefree and high-spirited. But once engaged in combat, he loses these traits, and becomes a completely different person. One that is dark, serious, and to the point. This scared Seras slightly, but it also excited her. It made her eager to kill anything that challenged her. But this elation was quickly subdued by the quickness of the battle.

She quickly donned her helmet and got back on the bike, John followed suit. He nudged the kickstand back, started the engine, and peeled out of the carnage area. All that was left was a black-scorched ground, and dust in the wind.

Then a tall figure appeared out of the road. It looked toward the ever shrinking image of the motorcycle with its crimson red eyes, and let out a small chuckle. The figure then disappeared back into the asphalt.

ZR: So how's that fora cliffie readers? Did you love it? Hate it? or just ignored it completely?I think I just put a little bit of...what is it called again...Oh yeah, Fluff! Not real good with romantic stories. V I'm trying my best here!