1Chapter Fourteen: Allies Part Two
John was starting to seriously reconsider his decision to come here. Because even though they weren't particularly hostile, most of these vampires ignored him completely. Leaving him out of everything.
Not as bad as it could be, but...
And that one vampire was glaring at him every time they met...
He wandered, happening by the control room. The situation had changed little, and they were still very much undermanned, leaving Kyle with the almost unbearable duty of keeping watch. He stared at the screens... and stared at the screens...
The monotony of it all...
"Um... Excuse me sir, if you don't mind..."
"Go ahead werewolf." Kyle said in a bored tone, his head resting on his hand.
John sat down in front of another computer, thinking. Then decided to strike up some conversation, "So, I heard some of the others talking about you."
"Did you now."
"They said that you're a tried and true American hero, fought the undead in World War Two. So, what exactly is it you did?"
"Many things, many things..."
"Such as?"
"Well... specifically or in general?"
"Generally."
"The Germans had a very strong band of undead. Vampires from all over Europe joined them, and quite a few other creatures as well. It wasn't mere technological superiority, though it helped, that allowed Hitler to roll over his opposition. A coalition of British, American, and Russian vampires joined together to stop them. I was a senior member of that team."
"...So what specifically did you do?"
"I killed them. It's what I do best."
"...That's not exactly enlightening."
"Well, my primary specialty was disruption. It was hard to counter attack with Kyle 'Lightning' running around the battle field. But my true calling was the systematic extermination of hostile werewolves."
John felt the hairs on the back of his arms and neck begin to stand, and he slowly edged away from the vampire, "It was nice speaking with you sir, but if you'll excuse me-"
"Don't worry, if I wanted you dead I would've cut you down the moment you arrived. I did say 'hostile' werewolves."
"...So I take it you don't like my kind very much. Is it a principal or is there a more personal reason behind it."
Kyle was silent, staring blankly as if he hadn't heard the question at all. His bored demeanor hadn't changed the entire conversation, but on the inside things were much different. His attention was focused completely on his internal thoughts for a long time.
John began to get up, when Kyle finally answered, "Werewolves killed my master."
Only the hum and buzz of the computers broke the silence between the two. John could tell that was an old scar, a wound that had never fully healed.
"...I'm sorry."
"It was many years before your time..." with a sigh, Kyle banged his head against the control panel, "I need to do something else. Too much time alone to think about these things..."
And as if to answer his wish, everything started going berserk. They both looked around in a panic, Kyle hitting buttons rapidly.
"Why does the saying 'be careful what you wish for' come to mind?"
"Shut it wolf-boy. Hmmm... Aircraft incoming... Wait."
"Calling-Kzzt-pires-kzzt-respond?"
"Nathan?"
"Kzzt-yle? Kzzt-out-kzzt-fuel-kzzt-radio-kzzt-amaged."
Kyle motioned to John, "Intercom is right there, tell everyone that we have a damaged aircraft coming in. Open landing bay three. Now!"
Dashing out of the room, the vampire heard John's voice giving orders, and there was a general scramble to get the door open.
Johnny was there first, the Texan cursing as he hit keys on the panel furiously, "Come on, come on..."
Finally, the huge door began to slide open, the light of the setting sun illuminating the hanger. Because that's what it was, a fully functional underground hanger, complete with run-way and refueling station. Granted, they didn't have much fuel...
Now with the door completely out of the way, they grabbed flares and fired them off, doing anything and everything to get attention.
That's when they saw it. A medium sized aircraft, smoke pouring out of one of the wings. It was listing dangerously to one side. It was limping towards the flares, yet as it descended it began to pick up speed.
And picking up speed when trying to land underground was a very bad thing.
"This won't end well."
How true that was.
Kyle and Johnny dove to the side as other vampires arrived on scene, staying well out of the way. The plane smashed into the run-way, the landing gear that had been deployed crumpling on impact. It screeched down the runway, turning sideways, with only the wing keeping it from flipping over and rolling.
Then with a final ear-splitting shriek, it skidded to a timely halt, inches from the far wall. Vampires descended with fire extinguishers, putting out the various fires before the entire thing could explode.
"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! HELP ME GOD! AHHH!"
As the screaming continued, someone said in a groggy voice over the aircraft's miraculously working speaker system, "Attention passengers... We have now arrived in... wherever the heck we are. Please exit the plane in an orderly manner... anywhere..."
The windshield of the cockpit burst outward, and a man rolled out of it, groaning loudly, "Now I remember why I hate flying..."
"AHHH! AHHH!"
"Bloody idiot, think about us! We were the passengers!" A voice yelled from further inside.
Seras perked up. Was that a British accent she heard?
"Catherine, you can shut up. It's been twenty years and you still can't drive a stick shift."
"AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!"
"DANG IT YOU IDIOT! WE'VE LANDED ALREADY!" Nathan yelled into the plane.
"Land? LAND! THAT WASN'T LANDING THAT WAS CRASHING!"
"Fine, it was crash landing, get the others and get out here."
"AHHH! VAMPIRE! GET AWAY FROM ME!"
Kyle, Sarah, Lui and Johnny walked over to the groaning form leaned against the remains of the plane.
"Nathan Slayn." Kyle greeted, shaking his hand, "It's been too long."
"Ya... Ow... Seatbelts. Always wear seatbelts. I nearly put my head through the glass..."
"You would've been doing us all a favor."
They looked to see a woman climbing out of the plane. She was wearing dirty, ragged jeans and a black tank top. Her long auburn hair stretched down to her waist in a loose pony tail, and her smile could've reduced one of Bram Stoker's vampires to dust. She was around Seras's height (Guessing) at 5'5'', and looked to be about 17.
But of course, when someone has red eyes it's incredibly hard to guess an age isn't it?
"Where is the other guy?" Nathan asked her, rubbing his head slightly.
Her smile faded into a grim line, "He's curled up in the fetal position sucking his thumb under one of the seats. You can go get him if you want."
"What about Vic and Jonas?"
"...They're trying to get him out of the fetal position under one of the seats. I don't think their helping though."
Nathan looked over, then motioned, "Cath, this is Sarah, Kyle, Lui, and Johnny. Guys, this is-"
"Catherine Mcfierson, at your service."
"NO! I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE! LET ME GO YOU DEMONS! I'LL SMASH YOUR FACES IN!"
"SHUT UP AND COME ON!"
There were sounds of a struggle and cursing from inside. Lui pointed and asked, "Ok, I can hear the guy's accent, how is it you ended up with not one but two people from England and what's the deal with that one?"
"Oh him... Poor thing, his name is Dudley. Dudley Moore. He managed to get through the London massacre, but it's left him... A bit off."
"Ya... He managed to get through it alright. In his infinite wisdom, he concluded there were too many freaks in England, and thus moved to San Francisco." Nathan shrugged, smile on his lips, "I'm sure there was logic to that decision, but I don't see it."
"...Anyway, we picked him up on the way. I mean, we couldn't just leave him to-"
"He was holding them back with a shotgun, a Desert Eagle, a switchblade and a stick. C'mon, we couldn't leave talent like that behind."
WHAM!
"OW! WOULD YOU STOP THAT!"
"BACK AWAY VAMPIRE! BACK AWAY!"
Suddenly a form jumped out of the plane, holding a shotgun in one hand and a Desert Eagle in the other, with a stick on his belt. He was shorter than even Seras, and rather fat. His hair was graying on the sides, and his brown eyes darted back and forth. Then he noticed all of the red eyes looking at him.
"AHHH!"
He took off like shot out of a gun.
Lui raised an eyebrow, "Short little fat guy isn't he?"
Johnny laughed, then with a nod added, "But he sure can run for a short little fat guy."
John, who had finally managed to find his way, entered. Only to be speared into the wall by Dudley.
"Oh, pardon me sir-"
"OUT OF THE WAY! AHHH!"
And then he took off further into the complex, leaving John scratching his head, "Well... that was rather abrupt. Normally I don't get that unless I'm transformed."
"Yes... A paranoid coward, but man can the guy fight his way out of a corner." Nathan mused.
"...We don't have to worry about him... breaking anything do we?" Sarah asked, staring after the panic stricken human.
"Shouldn't. He's harmless for the most part."
"Harmless my butt, he nearly split my head in two with that stupid stick..."
A black haired fourteen year old vampire crawled out, nursing his head. He couldn't have been more than fourteen when he was turned.
Then another vampire, identical to him jumped down. They were lean, both only slightly taller than Seras. Their hair was short and unkept.
"This is Victor and Jonathan."
"Hi, I'm Vic."
"And I'm Jonas."
"We're-"
"Twins."
"Twin vampires... Why not, I've heard stranger things. Well come on, lets go and get started. We need to make a move soon before the FREAKs get too comfortable in their current positions of power." Kyle said, motioning for them to follow.
"So, what kind of reinforcements did you guys get?" Nathan asked, walking in a laid back fashion just behind the curly haired vampire.
"You're it. Oh, and him." He informed them, pointing to John as they passed.
"A were-wolf? Kyle, have you hit your head lately?"
"Ask Lui about it. We have more important matters to attend to."
LATER
Vincent's image was hazy, but they did have a picture of him on the screen as they thought of a course of action.
Kyle, Sarah, Lui, and Nathan were present, being the oldest vampires there.
"I take it you won?" Kyle asked, this being the first time they had spoken to Vincent since the last call.
"Of course we did. It wasn't easy though. I lost a few good men in the fighting... I'm afraid I have some bad news for you."
"Oh do tell. Honestly, you don't even have to say 'bad' anymore..."
"This is true." Vincent consented, nodding a few times before continuing, "I ran into an old friend of your's Kyle. I trust you remember quite well Heinrich Geist?"
Every vampire froze at the name. Lui clenched and unclenched his fist unconsciously. He remembered that name...
"You have to be kidding. Nothing could've survived that, I brought down nearly that entire mountain getting Lui out!"
"Well you clearly didn't bring it down enough, because he turned five of my soldiers into dust as he slipped from the battle field. It was him. The Nazi's own vampiric scientist and researcher. And I'll bet my immortal soul that he's been helping with the development of those FREAK chips."
Sarah sighed, "Without a doubt. He knows more about vampirism than anyone should. He definitely does not believe in the saying 'some questions shouldn't be asked'."
Lui shivered, "And some questions definitely shouldn't be answered."
It had not been fun and games in World War Two. Far from it. Oh, they had their light hearted moments, but they were few and far between. Which is why that no one ever brought up the subject. The Hellsing Organization got it's knowledge of vampires by experimenting on Alucard.
Heinrich had done something quite similar with Lui, when he had been captured during a raid on a V2 rocket bunker.
"If we capture him, I get to kill him." The American stated flatly. This was a side of Lui that he rarely showed. Because not only did it scare people, it scared him.
"Let's focus on the big picture here. We all know that someone is masquerading as Alucard, using the name to draw other vampires to their cause. Definitely a pure blood, and definitely over a thousand years old. We also know that they have a great understanding of how to attack a city, and probably how to hold it. Lessons learned in England I would think."
"Of course."
"We need to gather all of the vampires we can. That much is clear." Nathan put in, crossing his arms and furrowing his brow.
"Agreed. But communications aren't exactly easy. We are a fairly seclusive race after all."
"Unfortunate, but true."
Lui sighed. He started thinking about other things, drifting off to better times. After the war, Kyle, Johnny, and Him went on a road trip around America, showing Johnny the sights as only creatures that had lived in the country over a hundred years each could. Road trip... Ya, that had been fun... Wait...
"Road trip?" Lui asked out loud, eyes snapping open.
"What was that?"
"Road trip!"
"Oh God Lui, not now. You should know when you're games are appropriate and when they aren't..." Sarah scolded him, not unlike a mother.
"No. Look, we know where the others are, we just can't contact them. I say we make use of the jets we have here and go to them, establish communications again."
"...Lui, I don't know when you grew a brain, but keep it this time." Nathan told him, quite surprised.
"Aw shove it Slayn."
"Make me Thompson."
"I just might Nathan."
"Bring it on Lui, I'll snap you in two before you could blink."
"SHUT UP!"
Silence.
Vincent sighed, "Well it's clear you two shouldn't be sent anywhere together. Are they always like this?"
"You have no idea."
"Grrr... Alright, let's do this logically. Kyle, you should come here, you have experience in Europe, and besides your name is known."
"Right. I don't have a problem with that."
"Hmmm... You, Slayn, you were in the Pacific theatre right? I say you go to the Oriental countries-"
Nathan coughed, interrupting him, "That may not be such a good idea."
"Why not?"
"They... hate me. All of them. It was a merciless battle, and I wasn't exactly going against the grain there."
"I see... Where do you suggest?"
"I personally was thinking of sticking with Kyle. He'll need help if Heinrich is running around Europe."
"Ok. Lui, you go to the Orient."
"What? Uh... no can do..."
Vincent was very clearly annoyed now, "And why not?"
"Let's just say I have a personal reason."
"Lui, you're going. I don't care what Keoko does to you." Sarah ordered, in a tone that said 'not up for discussion'.
"You've got to be kidding..."
"I take it you want to stay where you are and manage things Sarah?"
"Yes, that was my plan."
"I know a Russian vampire, I'll get him to go around and rally support there. Anything else?"
"For now, this is the best we can do. Are we in agreement."
"Yes."
"I'm game."
"Do I have to go to Japan?"
SMACK!
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Oh my... I am so freaking sorry. This is taking way too long between chapters. I mean, you guys deserve it faster than this...
Blame my High school. TOO MUCH HOMEWORK! TOO MANY TESTS! And my best time for creativity and writing is normally way late at night, and I can't stay up late, and I have to work weekends at my family business...
Sigh... Oh well. I still say you guys will love the ending I have planned for this. Just wait for the finally, it will have you on the edge of your seats so bad. But that's not for a while.
And yes, this is how I planned to give Johnny and the others more screen time instead of Lui hogging it all. They will be in different places, so...
Next chapter: Orders, Talking, and Meeting the bad guys.
God bless,
-ProfessorCurly-