1Chapter 13: Allies Part One (Of Wolf and Man)
Vampire- A creature of the night, created by the draining of a virgins blood by a vampire of the opposite gender. Immortal, they are widely regarded as overlords of all the other supernatural creatures that roam the earth, as they posses speed, strength, and agility far surpassing that of a human's, psychic/telekinetic powers that are unequaled, the use of a powerful 'familiar', which grants the vampire special abilities apart from even it's own kind, and finally and most importantly the use of the infamous 'shadow form' skills, which can decimate dozens of foes in Hellish, nightmarish ways. They are weak to blessed weapons, silver, holy water, mercury, and special crosses, and sunlight does weaken them, as well as cause some harm. However, as a vampire ages, their powers grow, and their weaknesses diminish. Once a vampire reaches a certain age, it is nearly impossible for any creature to defeat it, no matter the tactic. Excluding of course, another vampire of equal or greater age...
Ghoul- A mindless yet vicious automation created and controlled by a vampire. Made when a vampire drains a non-virgin, or one of the same gender. Slow, dumb, but strong and very, very tenacious.
FREAK- A vampire created through man-made/artificial methods, they have a special type of computer chip imbedded in their body. This chip changes their biological structure, making them faster, stronger, more aggressive, resistant to injury (Excluding blessed, silver, mercury, and other such banes of the undead), and have a primal craving for blood. These FREAKs however, are generally little more than a distraction for a pure blood vampire, but since the method of creation is no where near as specific, they can amass great numbers. All in all, no match for a true undead one on one, but overwhelm the more powerful but less numerous true undead.
Ghost- More dead than undead, a ghost is a spirit of a person that has yet to cross on from this world to the next. Normally bound by an unfinished promise or solemn oath that was unfulfilled, they can range in power from mere floating lights to proverbial angels of death. The strong, powerful ones can assume physical form almost at will, and are resistant to almost all damage. However, since they are incorporeal beings, many simple spells will stop them in their tracks, leaving them unable to act or trapped as an ethereal figure.
Werewolf- One who bears the curse of the moon, the werewolf is a human who has contracted the lycanthropy disease from either an infected wolf or another werewolf. Cursed to transform into a humanoid monster with the full moon, they have speed and strength exceeding even that of a vampire. Their senses are sharp, and their claws sharper, silver is the only known way to stop them, as they lack the more dark qualities of their blood drinking cousins. And as they age, immortal as vampires for the most part, they only become stronger. However, for all this they lack something of the vampires that makes direct confrontations difficult. The telekinetic and psychic powers, and moreover the shadow form powers. A werewolf starts out superior to a fledgling vampire, but as they age the vampire grows powers that make it almost impossible for a werewolf to win. This has resulted in the formation of packs and covens of werewolves to oppose their vampiric overlords. In rare cases however, rouge werewolves are known to go alone,
without anyone or anything else...
-Excerpt from Pre-London Attack Hellsing Manual
Sunlight makes vampires weaker. That much is fact. Why is not really known, despite all attempts by both humans and vampires to find the reason behind it.
It was the same way for artificial vampires as well. However, unfortunately for Lui, they had jeeps and cars.
Running for his life seemed like a good option.
See, Lui could normally outrun any of them. Heck, even he wasn't sure the actual limit of how fast he could go (And wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know). However, in sunlight, not only could he not summon shadows or his nightmares, he was naturally slower.
Crap.
He was giving them a run for their money though. Literally. Even in their vehicles they could only just keep up with the American pure-blood.
It was really a funny story. Lui, fool that he was, had decided to sleep in a little cave he had found in forest. And wouldn't you know it, the FREAKs just happened to have weapons stored in the back of it.
And thus they had found him asleep and almost helpless.
Fortunately, they were so shocked that they didn't kill him right away. This gave him the time he needed to wake up, and make his escape.
So, the chase was on.
"C'mon, just a little longer, just have to last till sundown..."
The sun was beginning to set on the horizon, and Lui could tell his powers were coming back. The question was if they would be back in time. Cause that idiot in the jeep had been working on fixing the 50 caliber machine gun mounted on the back...
Do I even need to tell you how bad that would've been?
Stupid sun, SET ALREADY!
Then Lui noticed something very, very bad. They had chased him up against a rocky outcropping. If he tried to climb or jump it the FREAKs would have a turkey shoot with him. As he skidded to a halt, he mentally added up his options and chances.
He was going to stay and fight.
Then he heard the familiar ch-chuh of a gun being cocked. A big gun.
A 50 caliber gun.
Hmmm... What were the odds of them shooting him if he tried to get away?
"Well, this certainly is a coincidence."
And for a moment, all attention was shifted. The FREAKs turned to look past Lui, and he turned around.
There stood a man, who looked like he was packing up a makeshift camp-site. His skin was a dark brown, not dark enough to be considered 'black', but too dark to have been a simple tan. His eyes were an icy gray, and his hair was white, glaring in contrast to his skin. His shirt was black, and his pants were incredibly baggy and covered in pockets. The only way they stayed attached to him was the tight belt he wore, and the straps that kept the legs from falling over his boots.
"Forgive me for being rude, but I'm really not in the mood for company at the present time..." He said with a slight motion of his hand. His voice had a very distinguishable southern drawl to it, "...So if it wouldn't be too much trouble, would you mind leaving?"
Ok. A vampire being chased by about fifty guys in vehicles of every shape and size just crashed through his campsite and were about to square off, and the idiot was asking if they could leave?
And he was doing it politely?
"Who the heck are you?"
"Oh I'm sorry, I did forget to introduce myself didn't I. My name is Arden. Jonathan Arden. But, you can call me John."
Lui actually slapped his forehead in annoyance, "Of all the people I had to run into it had to be a frickin' southern gentleman. Why?"
However, then the true-vampire caught something with his highly attuned senses. A scent. Something familiar...
And as if on cue, the sun began to shine it's last rays onto the scene. A smirk began to make it's way across Lui's face, "You just missed you second and last chance to kill me."
Then the world was dark. The sun completely beyond the horizon.
And a crescent moon became dominant in the heavens.
You could actually hear the crackling as the powers returned to the creatures of the night. The FREAKs ignored 'John', and opened fire at Lui, who dodged the bullets with ease and grace.
Then Lui noticed something that made him turn in shock. The FREAKs followed his gaze, and went wide eyed.
John was smirking at them, "You should've left when...you...had...the..."
He grasped his head in pain, giving out a small gasp. Throwing his head back suddenly, he gave off a noise that had become synonymous with destruction over the last thousand years.
The unearthly howl of...
A werewolf.
His muscles bulged, his skin became covered in white fur, spreading from his scalp. The entire structure of his body changed, and in a few seconds, he stood again.
The incredibly baggy pants now fit perfectly, as he had grown from a slightly lean five foot nine human to a monstrous seven foot tall humanoid wolf. He stood on two feet, but he looked sort of hunched over, and anyone with half a brain could tell that two or four legged travel was about the same for it.
"...Crap..."
Lui was closer. Werewolves were famous for acting on aggressive instincts.
Well, looks like he was going to be testing how fast he could run after all...
But John didn't go for Lui. Instead, he was a blur of fangs and claws wrecking havoc among the artificial vampires. They weren't as fast as normal vampires, and lack the additional powers. They didn't stand a prayer of winning against a werewolf.
Lui would've helped, but... He was good.
The attack seemed like it lasted hours. In truth it lasted about ten seconds. Jeeps tossed aside without a care, trucks hurled around like so many toys, FREAKs torn apart as they tried to run. Many hit each other as they tried to kill this new demon among their ranks.
Lui drew out his two short swords from inside his coat, ready for anything. 'John' was standing in the center of a warzone, surrounded by dust and burning vehicles.
The American licked his lips nervously. He had never actually took on a werewolf one on one. Kyle, Johnny, Sara, or all of the above were always with him. In fact, only Kyle and Sara could say that they had lived through a fight with a werewolf.
A low growl emanated from John's throat, then he told Lui in a deep, scratchy voice, "Put away your weapons."
"Fat chance wolf boy."
"If I had meant you harm, you would be dead already."
"Give me a good reason why I should trust you."
"I just saved your life didn't I?"
"I had everything under control."
A chuckle, which was closer to the growl from before came from John as he advanced on Lui, "Come now vampire. Do you think you are the only one who doesn't like these... things?"
The possibilities ran themselves through Lui's mind. Then slowly he put the swords away. When nothing happened, he loosened up slightly, "So why are you out here all alone wolf?"
"I could ask the same of you, bat. I thought that your kind stayed in your castles and coffins."
"And I thought your kind stayed in their kennels."
"...Don't tempt me vampire."
"Answer my question werewolf."
"...Fine. My home was destroyed when whatever those things are attacked. So I packed up some things and came out here. Now then," John approached Lui a little more. The vampire was very afraid, but didn't step back as the hulking form towered over him, "Why are you out here?"
"I'm looking for survivors."
"Ha! What for, a bit thirsty are you?"
"Well someone has to fight this war don't they? Soldiers, technicians, anything. Unlike some people I tend to face my problems."
"Calling me a coward bloodsucker?"
"And what if I am flea biter?"
"You little!"
As you can probably tell, it doesn't matter how mild mannered, or afraid a person is. When a vampire and werewolf meet, there is always some form of hostility.
Lui managed to avoid having his head taken off by a swipe of John's claws, and got out of range fast enough so that he wasn't dead.
There was a rather tense moment, but slowly it began to ease away. In fact, John even turned human again, "Our fight is not with each other."
"...Agreed... Sorry about calling you flea biter..."
"Accepted. So then, I take it you know what the things chasing you were?"
"FREAKs, artificial vampires made by human computer chips. Also known as 'scum of the earth'."
John searched around for another shirt after re-adjusting his belt and stuff. Even though his pants were generally enough to be ripped off when he transformed, his shirt wasn't.
Lui debated what to do next. Then an idea came to mind. An insane, off the wall idea.
Heh, but what else was new right?
"So how about it John?"
"What?"
"Are you coming? Or do you want to wander around the woods some more?"
"...Are you actually asking me to join your little... whatever you wish to call it?"
"I said anything. We're a bit pressed for manpower at the moment."
"Hmmm..."
The decision was made for him however, when in the distance they heard rumbling. A loud gunshot. Then a large segment of the rocks behind them were blown away by a tank shot.
"Sure I'll come. Lead the way."
FEW DAYS LATER
The FREAKs had tanks.
Let me repeat that, I don't think you're quite getting the effect of it. The FREAKs, have, TANKS.
Bad.
Luckily John and Lui had managed to dodge that particular hurtle. A division of fully armed tanks was not something either of them wanted to try their luck against. The FREAKs had raided an armory somewhere... and that wasn't good at all.
Yet, despite this the two had made it. They finally reached the vampire's 'home base'.
"KYLE! OPEN THE DARN DOOR!"
"Hehehe...no."
"KYLE!"
"Um... Sir, if you'd open the door we'd be much obliged."
"What the heck Lui, what was that?"
"My name is John Arden. It sounded as though you could use some assistance, so here I am."
"Ya, we were being chased by tanks to."
"True."
"Dang this is like that one Disney movie. We sent you out to get rid of you, we didn't expect you'd actually bring anyone back."
"Since when do you watch Disney movies Kyle?"
"Hey, I saw it at your place. You invited me over for movie night that one time remember?"
"...THAT WASN'T MY FAULT! SERAS PICKED OUT THE MOVIE!"
"And you looked so disappointed at the choice."
"Shut up and let me in!"
"Is he always like this?"
"...He can be worse."
Meanwhile, there was the sound of a scuffle over the intercom.
Seras was wrestling with Kyle to let them in, "Bloody, just let them in so we can have some quiet! Or at least turn the stupid thing down, I can here him yelling to be let in on two levels up!"
"Stop it Seras!" He yelled at her, trying to push her off, but failing. Finally, he tumbled out of the chair he was sitting in, followed down by Seras.
"Just-let-them-in!"
"No!" He yelled, grabbing her arm and keeping her from pressing the code.
Back outside, Lui and John were waiting, sitting up against the door.
"Hmmm... So, what's your story?"
"...I was born and raised in the southern US. I don't name any states because we moved around so much that claiming any single place would be wrong. Anyway, it was me, my mother, and my father. We were happy, all that good stuff... Then I was attacked by a werewolf when I was ten. Lucky to survive it I guess... Things changed a bit after that. You can imagine."
"Ya..."
"I adjusted though. Practiced night and day till I could control the monster..."
"I could tell, most werewolves can't talk when transformed."
"...But continuing. Everything was for the most part, good. I traveled to Japan when I was eighteen, just to get out of America... Joined the JSDF, working hunting vampires for a while. But after a... dispute, I came back. Few weeks later, I find myself cornered with a vampire I've never met being chased by a mob of artificial FREAKs."
"Interesting... What happened to your parents?"
"I'm not sure. I hope they're alright, but... So then, what about you?"
"...That's a story too long to tell."
John looked over to the speaker, where the sounds of struggling had increased, "...Well, why don't you start and we'll go from there."
Lui sighed heavily, "No... Hey, you think you can rip the door open?"
"...I could try I guess."
The vampire stood and hit the 'talk' button, "Kyle, if the door isn't open in ten seconds my new werewolf buddy is going to rip it off!"
"W-werewolf? Lui, you actually brought back a werewolf? And you haven't tried to kill each other?"
"...I wouldn't say that, but..."
And then the doors opened. It really was an impressive sight when you thought about it. Twenty feet of solid metal being lifted upwards, allowing access... Tanks? Pfft. Might dent it if they were lucky...
"Wow."
It actually took about five seconds to walk from on side of the door to the other. If you were walking human speed that is. The door closed almost as soon as they were through, the force of it settling back against the ground sending a slight tremor through them.
"...Scratch the whole ripping the doors off thing."
"...Ya."
Then they noticed a certain vampire in a white coat in front of them, arms crossed. His eyes were narrowed dangerously, and he didn't even attempt to hide the sword strapped to his waist. His glare was enough to make John take a full step back.
"Kyle..."
"Shut up Lui."
"Uh... Why do I have the sudden urge to try and claw my way back out?" John asked nervously.
Lui stepped in front of John and matched Kyle's gaze. Crimson stared into crimson.
No telepathic messages or spoken words were needed for the argument to rage between the two. Lui knew that no matter what, it wasn't his decision, but he was going to fight anyway.
"...Alright Lui. One condition."
"What?"
"Out of the way."
Lui realized what was going to happen, the flashed a smile to Kyle. The older vampire didn't return the look, but the sparkle in his eyes was more than enough for Lui.
"Alright werewolf, I'm going to look into your mind for a second. No, you don't have a choice. Yes, this will probably hurt. And yes, any and all information will be used to black mail you later."
Was this truly necessary? No. The look on Lui's face had convinced Kyle to make a rare exception to his werewolf policy of 'kill first, ask questions later'. After all, the point was made, John had helped out, and hadn't killed Lui.
Still...
John didn't even have time to react. He suddenly felt a splitting pain in his head, then nothing. He blinked.
"Alright, trustworthy enough."
"Um... You didn't, really, look into my head did you?"
Kyle grinned sadistically, "Of course not. By the way, if you ever want to talk about your experience in first grade, let me know."
Lui fought back laughter. Kyle hadn't actually looked that deep into the werewolves mind. Just confirmed what Lui had told him. No, the reason he knew that particular bit was that in his mind John was practically screaming.
'Don't let him find out about that, don't let him find out about that, don't let him find out about that...'
Ah, the perks of being a vampire.
Seras arrived at this point. Where the others were, Lui wasn't sure. However, he wasn't really looking... For them that is.
She walked towards them, a bit of a relieved smile on her face. Yet before Lui could say or do anything, John was there.
"Hello mi'lady." He said chivalrously. Then he took her hand and gently kissed it. Seras merely stared at him.
Lui glared at him. And in that moment, all vague thoughts of friendship with the werewolf were swept aside.
Alright Kyle, you can kill him now-
"Um... Hi."
Before John could say anything else though, a cold voice whispered in the back of his head, If your lips or any other part of your body ever come close to my wife again, I'll castrate you, decapitate you, then throw your head into a vat of boiling silver-
John released her hand quickly, an uncomfortable smile on his lips. He turned to Lui, who smirked back.
Seras looked between the two as Kyle rolled on the floor behind her, laughing as quietly as possible.
Ah, the start of... something that won't end well...
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John Arden- Property of Hyperman, AKA Chemical Love. Not mine.
Alright there you go. Next chapter... Stuff happens.
...Ok, you have to admit that last little part was funny. Can't you tell Lui and John are going to get along so well?
And for the record, to avoid confusion. John is the werewolf. Johnny is the vampire. I will never mix these two names up. Hopefully you won't either. So...
God bless,
-Professor Curly-
By the way, school just started back. I'm in highschool now. Updates will be more sporadic. Not like over the summer, I promise, but... well you can guess. I'll try to get chapters up at least every one or two weeks. Sooner if possible.
Review please.