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Anderson
Angel sighed as he leaned against the front door. They were in Northern Ireland, at a manner where a vampire had turned the entirety of the household into ghouls. Currently, Alucard was inside, having his fun, while Angel and Seras were outside.
"Is it like this a lot?" Seras asked.
"Almost every time," Angel nodded. "He's a glutton for action, so he tends to have most of the fun himself."
Seras nodded.
"Your turn," Alucard's voice said in their heads. Seras spun, grabbing her gun and smashing through the door.
Angel sighed, shrugging and forming himself a scythe before walking in after her.
"They're not real people," Seras muttered to herself. "They might as well be...zombie pumpkins. They might as well be dolls. Take aim. Just one shot and its all over."
She opened fire, almost every shot punching through a ghoul's head. Once she'd finished the group in that hallway, she turned, heading for the next group, Angel following her calmly. As they continued through the mansion, her posture grew more and more aggressive, her Vampire instincts beginning to take hold.
"Police girl," Alucard said across his and Angel's shared connection before appearing a few meters behind her. "When you aim, make sure to put a hole through the heart, or the head. Just remember, these people did not become undead ghouls by choice. There's no way to cure them once they've been changed. It's for their own sake that we put them to rest as quickly as possible."
"It also saves on bullets," Angel said, spinning his scythe and removing the head of a ghoul Seras had missed a fatal shot on, then had passed.
Seras pulled her magazine out and cast it aside, grabbing another as she turned to Angel and Alucard, her red eyes wide and her mouth curled into an excited smile. "Sir, yes sir!"
She reloaded just as several doors opened and ghouls armed with guns stepped out. Seras let out an small, excited laugh before darting forward. They opened fire at her, but she avoided the bullets before dropping into a slide, slaughtering all but one as she slid the length of the hallway. Once she stopped, she set her gun down and launched herself back at the last ghoul, punching him before crushing his head under her foot.
"Now you're starting to understand what it is to be a vampire," Alucard said.
As he and Angel walked over to join her, she began breathing heavily, raising a hand coated in blood to her mouth. However, just as she extended her tongue to lick it, a high ring reached Angel's ears. He spun, his left hand forming a dagger just in time to deflect a bayonet that was speeding toward her. She spun, the blood forgotten, only for a dozen more bayonets to impale them both, split between the two of them.
"Blessed blades!" Alucard hissed, then spun. "A barrier?"
"All yours...boss," Angel groaned, teeth clenched against the pain as sweat poured down his forehead.
At the far end of the hall, a large, powerfully-built man walked around the corner, holding a pair of bloody bayonets. As he spotted the three vampires, he grinned wickedly.
"We are the servants of God, and the messengers of his justice," the man said. "We are the instruments of his divine wrath on Earth. We are called upon to cleanse his kingdom, bringing ash from the flesh of thine enemies." He moved his bayonets, both in reverse grip, to form a cross with them. "Praise to our lord!"
Angel groaned, pulling one of the blades out of his torso, one that had punctured his lung, then pushed himself into a sitting position, sucking in a harsh breath as the wound healed. As he shifted, however, a silver necklace swung out of his trench coat, the cross pendant catching the light of the moon. The man that had attacked them stared at it before rage blossomed across his face.
"How dare you!?" he demanded. "How dare a filthy monster like you defile that holy symbol!? You will pay! I will deliver the wrath of God to you without any hope for mercy!"
"Wasn't expecting any from you anyway," Angel groaned, pulling another blade out. "Bayonet Anderson."
"Very good," Anderson smiled wickedly.
Seras groaned miserably, struggling to push herself up.
"Your voice sounds so very lovely when you're whimpering in agony, young lady," Anderson smiled. "Don't worry, though. You're not dying yet. I haven't pierced your heart. It's been a while since I've had a good hunt. I plan on enjoying this."
"Vatican Special Division Thirteen," Alucard said. "The Iscariot organization."
"Right you are, you pathetic Hellsing dogs," Anderson said, beginning forward. "And you must be Alucard. The famous housebroken vampire. The monster who hunts his own kind. The Hellsing family pet. If you don't mind, I think I'll kill you first, and save punishing that monster who dares defile the holy cross last. Or, if you like, you can step out of the way and let me deal with him first, then you and I can have our fun after."
"What have you done with the vampire we were hunting?" Alucard asked, walking forward to meet Anderson.
"He's dead," Anderson said. "Not much fun, really. I didn't even have time to enjoy it." He stopped just past Alucard as Alucard did the same, both wearing the same smile, though Anderson's eyes were still fixed on Angel with enough malice to make Angel feel unsettled. "It seems you three are the only ones left."
"Really?" Alucard asked.
For a moment, they were still. Then, Anderson spun. He drove his bayonets into Alucard's shoulders, only for Alucard to shoot Anderson in the forehead.
"You attacked a vampire head on in the middle of the night," Alucard said as he pulled the blades out, Angel groaning and pulling another free, then another along with Alucard pulling the second one out of himself. "You didn't even try to take me by surprise. You're a brave man, Anderson. But you're also a fool."
"Sir," Seras rasped. "Master."
"Don't talk," Angel said, gritting his teeth as he pulled the next out, each blade getting easier as the number impaling him was reduced. "You've been stabbed by a blessed blade. It's one of the few things that can kill a vampire."
Just then, Anderson laughed, suddenly standing behind Alucard again. Before Alucard could react, he'd stabbed him from behind.
"What!?" Alucard shouted.
Anderson laughed again, ripping his blades out before Alucard fell forward, pushing off his right hand and launching himself down the hallway. Angel grit his teeth, ripping another blade out and hurling it at Anderson, only for him to deflect it.
"Nice try," Anderson smirked. "I'm impressed you can pull them out at all. You must be quite impressive, when not caught off guard."
Just then, Alucard fired several times, each bullet hitting Anderson and hurling him away, only for Anderson to rise a moment later. He charged at Alucard, slashing twice before Alucard leapt away, firing again. After taking several hits without reacting, Anderson dropped four bayonets out of each sleeve and hurled them at Alucard. Angel ripped the last of his blades out as Anderson was focused on Alucard, then picked up Seras and fled. Whatever was going on, either Alucard would deal with it, or he would lose and Angel would deal with it after. For now, he needed to get Seras away. He heard glass shattering as he fled, followed by more gunshots, only for the gunshots to abruptly end.
"Sir!" Seras whimpered.
"He's fine," Angel said.
"He's a regenerator," Alucard informed them both telepathically.
"Regenerator?" Seras asked.
"He heals instantaneously," Angel said. "Though, there's a limit. Which is where I come in. He can't regenerate missing limbs."
Seras nodded as they finally stopped, Angel quickly pulling the blades out of her.
"Are you alright?" Angel asked.
"It hurts," Seras said.
"I know," Angel nodded, watching her wounds seal slowly. "You're healing, so you'll be alright." He looked back toward where he'd left Anderson and Alucard. "I have to deal with this. Stay here."
Seras nodded. Angel turned, walking back to the hallway he'd left Anderson and Alucard, only to stop, seeing Alucard staked to the wall in front of a window, then impaled dozens of times over with bayonets, and his head on the floor halfway down the hallway. He sighed, forming himself three throwing knives per hand, holding them between his fingers.
"Jeez, Alucard," Angel sighed. "And you call yourself the king of vampires."
"You don't look very broken up that he's dead," Anderson said.
"What else is new?" Angel asked flatly. "He's a vampire. He's been dead for thousands of years. Now I just get to make fun of him for losing a fight."
Anderson narrowed his eyes, his gaze falling on Angel's necklace again. The same malice and fury as before returned. The smile did not.
"Your turn," Anderson snarled.
Then, in the blink of an eye, he'd hurled a dozen bayonets at Angel. Angel narrowed his eyes and darted to his right, flicking his knives into most of the bayonets, deflecting them and avoiding the rest. Once he was clear of the blades, he exploded forward, forming himself a scythe as he ran. Anderson hurled another volley of blades, and Angel spun his scythe in front of himself, deflecting all but one. It stabbed into his left shoulder, only for him to rip it out and fling it back at Anderson. Anderson deflected it, then ducked under the scythe blade. Angel spun, swiping the shaft of the scythe around at Anderson, forcing him to leap backward. As he did, however, Angel hurled a pair of knives, driving them into Anderson's thighs. Anderson shouted in pain before deflecting the scythe blade. As he slashed upward at Angel, Angel's scythe spun the shaft knocking the blade away before reversing directions and crashing into Anderson's jaw. Anderson staggered to the side before spinning and hurling four blades at point blank range, driving them through Angel's torso. Angel flipped into the air and spun, his scythe tearing diagonally up Anderson's back. He staggered forward, and as Angel landed, he ripped the four blades out. Anderson spun, slashing, and Angel leaned backward, only for the blade to catch his necklace, breaking it and dropping it to the ground.
"There, that's better," Anderson said. "It's at least not being defiled now."
Angel snarled angrily. "That was a mistake."
Anderson raised an eyebrow just before blood exploded from Alex's left palm, forming into a cloud of daggers as it flew, impaling Anderson a few dozen times through the torso and face, sending him staggering backward. As he regained his footing, the blood daggers all being forced back out and turning back into blood, Angel's trench coat suddenly blew open, shadows exploding out of them in tendrils, lashing at Anderson rapidly. He began to dodge around them, suffering several deep gashes but keeping his limbs. He tried to block one, but it smashed his blade. He leapt backward, out of the tendrils' range, and the shadows all merged together and raced outward, becoming a gigantic set of jaws like some kind of beast. The jaws opened wide, then snapped closed, missing Anderson but getting his own cross necklace.
"You're more powerful than I thought," Anderson growled, more bayonets dropping from his sleeves. "This might be a fun hunt after all."
Angel snarled angrily, the shadows retreating into his coat before he exploded forward. Anderson hurled his blades, but Angel slipped through the middle of the group, then slashed with his scythe. Anderson blocked it and was slammed into the wall by the force. Angel slammed a roundhouse kick into Anderson's arms, sending him flying backward, though Anderson's two bayonets remained lodged halfway into his leg. Angel growled in anger, ripping them both out before preparing to charge again.
"That's quite enough!" Integra snapped from behind Angel, Angel halting instantly. She walked over beside Angel, her pistol drawn, and held out a replacement necklace. "I brought you a spare, since I had a feeling yours might be broken."
"Thank you, ma'am," Angel said, pulling it on and hissing in pain as his skin smoked where it touched the silver for a moment.
"You damn heathen!" Anderson snarled. "Do you have no respect for the Lord, our God?"
"I have plenty of respect for him," Integra said. "That's why I carry spare crosses for Angel."
Anderson swelled with rage. "I've already killed one of your pets, and I'm going to kill this one, too! And then you're next, you damn Protestant whore!"
"Take care how you speak to Sir Integra," Angel warned icily. "Otherwise, you will regret it."
"Shut your mouth you filthy vampire scum!" Anderson snapped, hurling a barrage of bayonets.
Angel deflected all that were aimed at him, but the two that slipped passed him stabbed into the heads of Integra's bodyguards, killing both.
"Damn you!" Integra snarled. "What did you do to Alucard?"
"You just missed his decapitation," Anderson said.
"You cut his head off?" Integra smirked. "Is that all?"
"What!?" Anderson recoiled slightly in surprise.
"Get away from Sir Integra!" Seras ordered, aiming at Anderson from behind.
Anderson laughed.
"It's not looking good for you, Father Anderson," Integra said. "If I were you, I'd leave while I was still able."
"Have you gone insane?" Anderson asked. "I'm about to paint the walls with the three of you."
"You're even crazier than I thought, if you think that," Angel said, holding his scythe behind his back with the blade out to his right on top, and his left hand holding a trio of throwing knives in front of himself.
"You'd better make it quick," Integra said. "That vampire you decapitated will be coming back to life any second now."
"He'll what?" Anderson asked, just as the deafening shriek of thousands of bats and the rush of their wings began to echo through the mansion.
Angel glanced over at one bat formed from darkness hovering beside him. "Have a nice nap, Alucard?"
"It wasn't bad," Alucard said telepathically from the bat.
All of the windows along the hallway suddenly exploded, bats flooding in to fill the air.
"Cut off his head?" Integra scoffed. "Pierced his heart? He is nothing like any vampire you've ever known. Your tricks won't kill him. You may be the fruit of the finest anti-vampire technology, but a hundred years of the Hellsing Family's occult knowledge produced this achievement! Our crown glory! The vampire Alucard!"
The bats all spiraled around a single point before Integra before merging back into Alucard, who began to laugh instantly, drawing his pistol again. As soon as he'd reformed, he and Alucard charged. He slashed both of Alucard's arms off, but when he looked back, Alucard's arms were already most of the way regrown from shadows and blood. He picked his pistol up off the ground as Anderson looked between him and Angel.
"I think you're beginning to understand," Integra said. "What will you do now, Anderson?"
Alucard watched Anderson down the barrel of his gun with a wide, crazed grin.
"I'll leave," Anderson said. "I need further preparation to kill this one." He pulled out a blue bible with a silver cross on each cover, opening it as the pages began to blow rapidly. "He'll meet again, Hellsing!"
The pages began to glow gold and scattered into the air around him.
"Next time, I'll butcher you!" Anderson continued.
Then, the pages blew into a tornado and raced down the hallway, exploding out the window. Angel sighed, reabsorbing his weapons and allowing his wrists to heal as Seras sank to her knees.
"It's over," Seras sighed.
"Yes, it is," Angel said, kneeling beside her. "Are you alright?"
Seras nodded, smiling tiredly. "My wounds are healed and don't hurt anymore."
Angel smiled and nodded. "That's good. You did well with the ghouls."
"Thank you, Master," Seras beamed.
"You, police girl," Alucard said. "Why did you not drink the blood?"
Angel frowned.
"I offered you my blood so you could help your Master fight, so why not drink?" Alucard asked.
"Uh...I'm not sure," Seras said softly. "It felt like...it felt like, if I did drink it, it would mean the end of something important inside me."
"You are an idiot!" Alucard said, turning and walking away. But, perhaps you have a point. Perhaps it's time for a vampire who does not walk alone through the night."
"It's fine that you didn't drink, Seras," Angel said kindly, resting a hand on her shoulder. "The thing you felt the end of is your humanity. Right now, you retain bits of your humanity along with bits of vampirism. You don't have to drink until you're ready."
"Thank you, Master," Seras smiled.
"Come on," Angel said, standing and holding his hand out. "Let's go home."
"Yes, sir, my master!" Seras beamed, accepting his help up and walking back toward the front door with him.
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