Hellsing: Vacation

Chapter 9: How time flies

ZR: Wow it is rare…. well, actually that was my first time doing a cliff…(laughs slightly)… Anyways, much violence in the beginning, but enough to keep it a T…I hope. (sweatdrops) Also, I have good news to those who thought the Hellsing Anime would end at Incognito, IT WON'T! Hirano stated that after he is done the manga, he will continue the Anime. So to all of you fans of Pip, Rip Van Winkle, and the rest that appears in the manga series, they WILL be animated! They will come out in the OVA…that will come out in a few years…

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Hellsing, Just the one I created, John.

Anderson lunged at John, blades pointed directly at his heart. John sidestepped his lunge at the last second, which sent Anderson stumbling from surprise. He quickly regained his composure, and lunged again, one blade slashing from above, the other from the side. John blocked the downward slash, and jumped over the side slash. Anderson slashed again and again from completely different angles. But john dodged them all, the blade missing the armor by mere centimeters.

Seras stared in awe at his maneuverability, "How is he able to move so quickly in that armor? I thought the armor limited their range in movement."

John let go of his blade and dropkicked Anderson, who collapsed to the ground and dropping his blades. John quickly grabbed his sword which was still falling to the ground, picked up Anderson, held him in a arm lock, which rendered both of his arms useless, and pressed his blade against his neck.

Anderson stood there panting in shock; he struggled to move his arms but that caused him more agonizing pain. He could hardly believe that this freak could be faster than Alucard.

"I won't kill you," John growled, "But I'm not going to let you go so easily either," he quickly let go from his lock, and slashed at Andersons right arm, completely severing it from his body. John grabbed Anderson by his necklace and pulled him up to the faceplate of the armor, which hid his face completely save for his glowing red eyes, "Now go, and tell your lovely superiors that Hellsing has a new weapon to deal with any intrusions." He hissed, the faceplate altering his voice to make it sound more threatening than his original voice.

All Anderson could do was nod as he stared into the eyes of death. John let go of Anderson's necklace. Anderson stood there for a moment, "Tis a sad thing tha' you weren't born inta the Vatican-"

"I was born into Christianity you slime! I fought for the Vatican belies long before you were even thought of by the Vatican! That all changed, they made the mistake, it was their fault that they made me into what I am, but I'm not sorry for it. I got to see more things than anyone would have dreamed of. Empires rise and fall, more combat than anyone has ever seen in one lifetime. And the best love anyone could ever dream of! I admit, being a vampire does have its downsides, but I don't care! As long as I continue to live my undead life, I will live it to the fullest!"

"An who would your love be?"

John didn't answer. He didn't want to. He didn't want her to know, not just yet. But what was this funny feeling? It felt like she already knew, but how? He banished these thoughts from his mind. He decided that he would tell her tonight. Not here, but later. When they were alone, hopefully.

"Go, before I change my mind about letting you leave."

Anderson picked up his arm, and walked off into the darkness of the night. John sighed slightly as the silver mist carried away his armor, along with his anger and frustration from the fight. He calmly walked over to where Seras still lay on the ground, and offered her his help to stand up. As he was helping her up, his mind was debating on how to tell her how he felt for her.

She quickly dusted herself off and wrapped her arms around his neck, he quickly started to blush at her action, "U-uhh Seras, w-what exactly are you doing?" he stammered.

"A knight must be rewarded for his heroic rescue, am I wrong?"

"W-well, i-if my memory serves m-me well, I-I believe s-s" she didn't let him finish his sentence. She had already pressed her body against his and kissed him. For a moment, he resisted, but soon he accepted her passion and embraced her, pulling her tightly against his body. She moaned slightly from the pressure. She pulled her lips away from his.

"Not here, the sun will start to rise an a few minutes."

John grinned slightly, "I know just the place," a portal opened beneath them, carrying them slowly back to the hotel room. The were deposited in the bedroom gently, as to not disturb their blossoming romance, "Better?"

"Much," she kissed him again as she slowly began to undress herself, John followed suit.

OOC-Sorry folks, gonna keep this unlemony to keep it rated T. Sorry, but I have to do this in order to keep this story safe from the banhammer of death.

Seras awoke the next night with her arms wrapped around John; he was facing her, still asleep. She decided not to wake him up, so she slowly opened the coffin and got out. Yet her right arm didn't want to go with her, she turned back to the coffin to see him sitting cross-legged in the coffin looking directly into her eyes holding her hand in the most chivalrous way.

He grinned slightly at her, still in her skippies, "You look marvelous," he stood up, also in his skippies.

"Don't say that, I'm not dressed yet!"

"But even without most of your clothes you still look lovely," he let go of her hand and walked to the other room and quickly got his clothes on.

"We're leaving."

"Say what?"

"In the morning, we're leaving, back to England. I still don't know how you're coming back with us."

"Don't worry, I'll figure something out, even if I have to plead to Integra for money to get a ticket. I'm sure I'll get something figured out."

"All right then," she got herself dressed as well in her usual uniform.

John was already dressed by the time she walked into the living room. He had his laptop on his the newly repaired coffee table. Seras sat down next to him, nipped affectionately at his ear and leaned her head on his shoulder. He looked over and kissed her on her forehead. He was on the Internet watching the news unfold live from London. There had been reported people going missing since the day before.

"I think Integra may have more than one reason to why we are going back. These people going missing, its not the norm."

She looked at him quizzically, "You mean…"

"I don't know. But what ever it is, it can't be good. Integra knows what she is doing, she has most of British Intelligence on this one, that I can guess."

Seras looked back to the screen. If it were Millennium, then the terrorist bombing would look like a firecracker to what was is store for the future…

The next day, enroute to England, Seras was asleep in her coffin, while Integra, Alucard, Walter and John were all sitting in the passenger area. They were the only passengers in the plane for this was a private plane owned by Hellsing. Alucard and John were sitting relatively close to the rear, while Walter and Integra were sitting in the front. Walter and Integra were conversing as usual, when Walter stood up and walked to the rear where John sat.

"Integra requests your presence Sir John."

Jon stood up and stretched slightly, "Not like I can refuse her anyway," he mumbled. He walked up to the front of the plane and sat down in the seat in front of Integra, "What can I do for ya?" he asked.

ZR: Yes ladies and gentle men, the story will be continued, but not in this one. I'm making a sequel to this as we speak. Its gonna be called….umm….Can't really think of a name right now (sweatdrops). Just look for me as the author!