Well What if
"The Pocky's always better"
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah, I don't own Hellsing, or Anderson (though I wish I did) or anything else but my own personal thoughts– those are scarier than fiction, though.
His standard almost demonic and just pleased smile flashed onto his visage, sparkling white teeth exposed, as he tightened his grip on the blades. A soft cackle erupted from his throat while he pounced. They didn't expect it and soon their young fledgling heads rolled on the floor. Two to the left, one on the right. As he leaped into the air, he held out his blades directly to his sides, creating a cross with his body. The sharp blades sliced through the midriffs of two young fledglings and when he turned around he aimed his blades down. Running back past them, he slit them vertically down the middle. There were four bloody pieces still wriggling on the floor. One blonde female rushed towards Alex and he was caught in the brunt force. Taken by surprise, Anderson tried to toss the girl as she tried to bite his arm. He threw her to the ground; she scraped at his skin leaving deep gashes in their wake. He flinched at this but put all his energy into slicing her diagonally apart from the rest of her body. He made a cross cut into her chest. Another one snuck up from behind, as one would expect, so Anderson shifted his entire body in a fluid swooping motion and extended his blade out. The corpse fell to the ground without any threat. He panted and visually searched the entire area from any possible others. He sighed contentedly and the smile slid back onto his face. And the undeniable cackle returned. He always got caught up in the blood shed. Ironically. He felt like a savage and something about that was so uncontrollably sweet, so wondrous, so sexually fulfilling without any real sexuality. Something about it, in some demented and twisted way satisfied him like none else. He lifted something out of his coat. It was a cigarette holder. He flipped it open and pulled out a strawberry Pocky stick. He stuffed it in his mouth like it really was a cigarette and nibbled on it slowly. He pulled it out and looked at it. "I'm glad I went to Japan. The vamps seem easier in their vanity and these things are even better than cigarettes."