Hellsing: Vacation

Chapter 6: Strength in numbers

ZR: AC, AC! MY KINGDOM FOR SOME AC! Its so fsking hot here in New England. Temperatures hitting the upper nineties. (Sweating buckets here) And here I am in sweat pants. They 'aint called sweat pants for nothing. Okay, this chapter will give you a little bit of background on John. There is a little romance in it….a small amount.(Crowd throws trash at him) Ow, hey! Hold on! There will be a lot more in the chapters to come! I swear!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hellsing! (sobs some)

Now that John could no longer pay for his place, Seras decided that he stay with her…Integra permitting. John had one week to move out of the house, so he had plenty of time to get ready for anything. Seras wasn't worried about Integra she was worried about Alucard. What would he think of him? How would he react to his joining of the organization…that's if he did join?

The next morning, while Seras was getting ready to tell Integra about her find, John was getting everything ready, he had all of his art supplies, weapons, clothing, and coffin all packed up and ready to go. He got a t-shirt, kakis on before he grabbed his helmet and bike jacket on. He opened the door to go outside and paused. He turned around snapped his fingers, and his entire luggage disappeared into an inky black vortex.

"Heh, I love that technique. No need for airline luggage 'cept my backpack of supplies," he yawned, "But hell, if I have to go see them in the morning I'd at least get some sleep the day before. Too bad caffeine pills don't work and vamps."

He closed the door behind him as he walked over to his bike. He slipped on his jacket, put his helmet on, and sped off into the direction of the city, where the members of the organization stayed.

It was another twenty-five minutes before he arrived at the hotel. He parked the bike, took off his helmet and gazed at the hotel. It was at least eighteen stories tall at first glance.

"Heh, didn't think Hiltons went this far. Oh well."

He put the helmet under his left arm and walked inside. Near the desk, Walter was waiting for him.

"Ahhh, sir John. Seras told me about you. I say, quite remarkable. But you still need to be interviewed by Integra. And she can be the tough candidate."

"So I hear."

"Right this way, Integra is just finishing up some paper work."

"I thought you guys were on vacation?"

"Even on vacation, Integra has paper work. However, its not as much as she usually tends to."

"Pardon me for asking, but how much is usual work?"

"I'd say around four hours work."

"Okay then…well, that scratches business man off my 'What I want to be when I grow up' list."

"Seras was right about you, you are the funny one. Now please, this way. Her suite is on the eighteenth floor."

"Nice, pent house rooms!"

"Yes, very nice indeed," he stepped into the elevator, and John followed in. Walter pressed the button labeled '18' and the elevator slowly rose up.

"So John how was it that you became to be here in Hawaii?"

"Well, oddly enough I wanted to live here. So about two months ago, I saved enough money to buy a plane ticket here. Unfortunately I spent most of my money on a bet, and I lost. So I looked for a job. Since I was an artist, I went looking for someone that needed one. A local magazine lost their old one, and hired me. They were a little strict, if I didn't get a project in on time, I was to be fired."

"So that's why you're here?"

"Well, yes. It's been a while since I had any combat, so I might be a little slow at the start."

"Well, lets see if Integra will allow you in."

"I got a funny feeling that she will," as he said this the elevator doors opened.

"Come along, the room is down the hall."

Walter stepped out of the elevator with John closely behind. Down the hall a little ways, there was a door with a 'Do Not Disturb" sign. John guessed that was the door to Integra's room.

"Excuse me, but should I change my cloths, I want to look presentable at least."

"Oh of course, go right ahead."

The same black mist appeared once again and disappeared with John in his…usual clothing. Walter turned around to look at him, "My, my. Just as sinister looking as Alucard."

"I try."

Walter stepped up to the "Do Not Disturb" door and knocked.

"What is it Walter?" said Integra from inside.

"Sorry for the intrusion Sir, but there is someone here to see you."

"Is it the man from yesterday, the one that Seras told us about?"

"Yes Sir Integra."

There was a pause from Integra, "Alright Walter, send him in."

Walter opened the door, "You may enter."

John stepped inside the dimly lit room, and Walter walked inside behind him and closed the door. Inside the room was a large desk with a lamp situated upon it. The smell of cigars filled the air, it nearly made John choke. Integra stood up from the desk and faced John directly. John's vampiric eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. He saw that she was wearing her usual suit. And her piercing icy-blue eyes, with those eyes, to John it seemed, that they stared into his very undead soul

"Walter the lights please."

"Yes ma'am,"Walter stepped over to the light switch and slowly turned up the lights, so Integra could see John better.

"So, you're John. I'm not surprised that you're a vampire. Alucard could sense it immediately."

"So could I to Alucard. I sensed a strong power from him when we walked over."

"Tell me John, how did you become a vampire?"

"Like any other, except mine was slightly different from the rest," John grabbed a chair and sat down, "It all started in the crusades, I was an English knight sent by the Pope to claim the 'Holy Land' in his name. The invading forces were split in two, one went by sea, he other by land. We were to attack the 'infidels' from two sides. I was on the land campaign. We fought many battles in those long years. When we reached what was once Yugoslavia, did my transformation occur. My regiment camped for the night near an ancient castle, said by the locals to be guarded by a vampire. A platoon of soldiers was sent into the castle to rid of it the 'demon from hell'. I was in that platoon.

"The platoon reached the dining hall when we decided to split into two groups, to find the vampire quicker. I was with the group that went into the upper parts of the castle. When re searched the entire upper parts completely, we sent a messenger to the other group to tell that we found nothing. We waited for at least an hour. He never returned. So we decided to head down to the lower parts of the castle to take a look. When we reached the doorway to the dining hall, we found it partly open. We opened it cautiously and a body fell to the floor, it was the messenger we sent earlier. We found two holes on his neck, he was drained.

"Inside the room, it was completely covered with bodies, blood covered the entire floor. The bodies were completely mangled, a few of our men threw up from the sight. When we were all in the room, the door we entered shut and locked, same with all of the other doors, except the one leading to the lower parts of the castle. Then we heard a roar, the roar of ghouls. They stampeded from the depths of the castle, they were all our undead comrades. We were shocked at first, until one of our living ones fell to them, we then returned the attack. After the long, bloody battle only I and a few of my comerades were left standing. It was then did the Vampire attack.

"The battle was futile, we were no match for him. He left me alive, to have me suffer as his personal ghoul slave. He had just started draining me, when I remembered that I carried my personal dagger, the Pope himself blessed it, the blade was made with an alloy of silver and steel. I reached for it and stabbed him in the heart. He screamed out in agony and turned to dust. But it was too late for me, my blood was already drained," he paused to let Integra soak it all in.

"So, what experience do you have?" she asked.

"Vampiric, or combat?"

"Both"

"Well, after my blood was drained, I knew they wouldn't let me back to the army. So I went into hiding. Any time I was thirsty, I raided the local village. Over the course of many decades, I worked my way back to France. Of course I couldn't cross water yet, so there I stayed. Over the course of a few decades, my powers grew dramatically. Eventually During the time when the American colonies were set up, I went over to England and got a ride over. Now by this time, my powers had grown to the point were I could do all the 'normal' things. Phasing, regenerating flesh and clothing, that sort of thing.

"It wasn't too long before the Revolutionary War started. I fought for the Americans, despite my British backgrounds. Many battles were won by my doing. I decimated the British armies with my vampiric powers. General Washington admired my abilities and made me a commander of a regiment. At the Battle of Yorktown, I used my powers to strike fear into the hearts of the British. But as soon as the war was over, my command was stripped from me, and I was banished to the borders beyond the colonies. So I was in hiding once again. When the war of 1812 began I immediately signed up. I was a veteran soldier after all. And like the last war, I was a commanding officer. And like last time, after the war, my rank was striped and I was forced, yet again, into hiding.

"Now, when the Civil war broke out, I learned my lesson by then. This time around I was a military sniper. There I used my vampiric powers to kill many Confederate soldiers, and commanders as well. This time around, I wasn't stripped of my rank and forced into hiding. I kept my position until I thought it was time to have a new identity. I faked my own death and set up a new life.

"Put simply I fought in all the major wars that America participated in, WWI and II, Korea, Vietnam, Desert Storm. But by then I decided to retire for a while. My vampiric powers had developed into using my familiars, and the like. I have knowledge in sword fighting, demolitions, piloting most aircraft of the U.S arsenal, and all knowledge on guns. I live as a soldier."

"What weapons do you have John?"

"My favorites, two shotguns, an assault rifle, made it myself, a pistol as a side arm. And for up close action, my own sword."

"Pretty decent weapons there John," she motioned for him to stand up, "Please leave the room, Walter and I need to discus this."

"Of course Integra," John stood up and walked out the door, Walter closed it behind him.

During this time, John reached out to try and feel the presence of Alucard, he felt it right away, in the room across the hall. Then to Seras, it was hard to find her. But her eventually found her, the next-door down on the opposite side from which he was standing. He let out a sigh of relief, she was safe, but he already knew that. So why was he worried? Was it because that he thought of her as a friend. He hadn't had one for many decades. Or was it something more? As he was contemplating these thoughts, the door opened and Walter ushered him inside.

The room was much brighter now, he had to squint slightly from the brightness. Integra sat at her desk, a chair was situated across from her, and she motioned for him to sit. He walked over to the chair and sat down. Integra took out a cigar, but she did not light it. She sighed and called out, "Alucard, quit playing games. If you want to watch go right ahead, but not in hiding."

A red wide brimmed hat appeared from the ceiling, then the head that it was on, "Alright master, as you wish," he then completely phased from the ceiling and floated down to the floor. John could not see his eyes from behind the orange sunglasses.

"Lookie here, a new recruit. Do I have to teach him a few things Master?"

"He may teach you a few things Alucard," With an emphasis on you.

Alucard then glared at John. John noticed this right away, "I can assure you Alucard that I don't intend to teach you anything."

This did not phase Alucard. He stopped glaring at John and returned to his normal gaze. John then looked directly into Integra's piercing icy-blue gaze, "So I guess that I'm in?"

'Right you are John," she held out her hand, "Welcome to the Hellsing Organization," John took hr hand and shook it, "Do you have any questions or concerns?"

"Just one. Where do I sleep?"

Integra gave John a card, "Down the hall, Walter will show you where."

'Good, I'm dieing for some sleep," John yawned slightly, "Don't worry about my things, I have that all covered."

Walter opened the door for John and they both walked out, "You will be rooming with Seras, she knows you the best and you can show her a few techniques if you want."

"I might Walter, I just might"

Walter slid the card and opened the door for him, "There you go Sir, have a good days rest."

"Good day Walter." He closed the door and let out a sigh. 'Finally some decent sleep," he thought.

He looked around the room, it was fairly large for a suite. Four rooms, a dining room, a living room, one bathroom, and the bedroom. He decided to peek into the bedroom. He opened the curtain door slowly and as quietly as possible, he poked his head in and took a look. Two side tables, a large TV and a queen-size bed. Which obviously was not in use. There was a wooden coffin to the left side of the bed. He nodded in satisfaction. He closed the door and went back into the living room. He snapped his fingers, and a vortex appeared again, this time spitting out all of his belongings. He set his cloths, and art supplies on the couch. He moved the coffee table aside to make room for his coffin. He stripped down to his boxers and closed the curtains. He opened the coffin and stepped inside, he lied down. Just before the door of the coffin closed, he was already fast asleep.

Seras awoke with a start. A thumping from the door of her coffin. She ignored it and attempted to go to sleep. The thumping sounded again, she was thoroughly pissed off at this time, "What the hell do you want?" she erupted from her coffin and punching the person who was thumping. She sent the person flying backwards to the wall, he hit with a solid thump.

"God damnit! Seras you hit really hard you know?" said John who was now attempting to stand up.

"John? What the hell are you doing here?" She asked.

"I'm a stalker, and you're my target." He said.

Seras then made a move to slap him, "I'm kidding I live here now!" he held his hands up defensively.

"And why is that?"

"Take a wild guess."

"You're joking? Integra-"

"Yes she did, Alucard was there as well."

"Master?"

"Yeah, the guy with a freakin huge red hat and red trench coat, with freaky lookin' sunglasses. That guy."

"That's wonderful John!" she hugged him with happiness. John was caught completely off guard from this and was sent to the floor with her on top of him.

"Uhh, Seras," John was blushing. "Next time you hug me, warn me about it."

"Oh sorry about that." She looked down and started to blush as well.

"And you might want to do it with clothing other than you're underwear."

Seras yelped in surprise. She completely forgot that she goes to sleep with her underwear. She grabbed a bed sheet and attempted to cover her nearly naked body, "Out! Now!" She pushed him out of the bedroom and into the living room, she slammed the door behind him.

"Sheesh, no respect. No respect."

ZR: OMG! So long of a chapter, almost 2,900 words! I'm soo happy! Anyway, how was it? Did you love it? Hate it, or just skipped it to flame me? (foot catches fire) AHH! STOPDROPROLLSTOPDROPROLL!(does the stop drop roll)