"Admonish your sins. Ye judges of the Earth!"

"Oh God! Get away!"

The vampire backed up, limping against the wall. He was bleeding in numerous places and had lost half a leg.

"In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost!"

Alexander looked at the battered vampire with a psychotic eye.

"Amen."

He drew a pair of blades.

Fade out!

Chapter 3: Big Guns

Anderson sat slumped over in an arm-chair. The room was filled with bible passages over the floor and over the walls with knives holding them up.

He was flicking through envelopes when he comes across the 'XIII' branded letter.

…requests your presence in the Special Forces mission to England….

"Well, it's about time…"

He picked up a blade, lining it against his eye.

"So, we shall meet again…vampire."

- - -

"Congratulations, paladins. You shall be joining the Section XIII crusade to England. Go with the Grace of God…"

"Amen!" Anderson ducked under the doorway and strolled over to the recruits.

The commander continued, "Yes, Father Anderson will aid our cause against the vampires of England once again."

"We shall slay all undead and salt the Earth with their unholy dust, Amen."

The new Iscariots began to leave when Anderson interrupted.

"…Alex Peters?"

Alex stopped and slowly moved back towards Anderson.

"What makes you want to join our mission?"

Alex looked away, "….No reason."

"Hmph. I couldn't help but notice your unorthodox fighting style."

Anderson handed him a large, silver key with the shape of XIII at the end.

"A divine gift for a specialist like you, may God be with you on your quest."

- - -

The sky was a conveniently blood red colour, the moon in full glow over the treetops.

Alucard strolled comfortably over to a deserted house. The windows were barricaded but the door was rotting off the hinges.

Alucard silently pushed the door, but it fell over sending an echoing crash through the derelict building.

"Well, well. We've got a visitor, lads!"

A young man emerged from the shadows wielding an old-fashioned shotgun.

"You've got some nerve breaking in here!"

Alucard chuckled, "Such rude monsters today. Not even so much as a 'hello'

…or 'goodbye'."

He began to draw the new gun, five seconds later the end emerged from his coat.

"Oh bollocks! Shoot him!"

Gunfire burst from all directions ripping Alucard to pieces.

The mangled carcass crumpled against the doorway in a pool of blood.

The vampire walked over to Alucard, "Bloody hell, talk about overkill!"

He turned around to look at the other vampires and tripped. Alucard had formed into the dog, which was chewing half-way up the vampire's leg.

"What the hell!"

Alucard formed together and stood up, his new gun pressing against the vampire's face.

The new gun now read: "Jesus Christ is turning in his grave for you vile spawn of Satan."

The gun went off, blasting the vampire into the darkness.

"Oh Walter! It's even better than I expected!"

He laughed maniacally as he fired rapidly towards the ceiling.

Alucard strolled out of the doorway as several bloody corpses slammed against the ground.

"Targets silenced, Master…"

- - -

Alex walked through the moonlit corridors of the Section XIII facility towards a chapel room.

He opened the door to a cold, dark, empty room. Aside from the altar there was a door emblazoned with 'XIII' and a large keyhole.

Alex opened the door. A bright, golden light flooded over the altar as he enters in.

In the blinding light of the room stood a long sword pierced into a stand.

Alex grabbed the handle and drew the sword out. Carved into the sword was the Iscariot symbol, XIII.

- - -

Seras: On our next chapter, I make a solid appearance!

Alex: I vant to suck your blood! Bleargh!

Seras: Who says that anymore? Who the hell are you?

Alex: Wait!