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The fanatical priest was like lightning on the heel, he made a shuffling dash through the stone hallway toward the supernatural predators in the space of a few heart beats drawing a blade from behind his back so smoothly that he didn't even miss a step in his flowing gait. The strike was even faster and more impressive than the priest, it was a flash of silver and glinting candle light off of a shining surface.

Paladin Alexander Anderson was fast. Alucard was faster. The ultimate undead reached out for the blade, but to his surprise, he instead found his hand resting on a fur covered wrist.

Crimson eyes turned from their place on the Paladin that was suddenly unarmed, toward the great white and black furred beast holding one of the priest's bayonet blades between furred fingers. An unreadable expression worked its way across the vampire's features and he spoke.

"Impressive. It has been a long time since I've seen one of your kind; now I remember why you're always so much fun!" The vampire chuckled, and his eyes went back to the priest before him as his mouth worked its way to a rather amused tilt at the surprised look on the man's face.

"What's the matter Father? All those alter boys got you going soft on me…"

The Priest glared at Alucard, refusing to even acknowledge such a remark.

The man's self righteous look turned Alucard's chuckle into a dark belly laugh. It was a sound that seemed to start deep in his chest and rattle around like a death knell, until it passed his lips and began to seemingly pull the shadows of the hallway toward him like a blanket.

Such a thing instantly made Father Anderson look at the Holy Scripture Charms that had been scattered about the hall. These charms weren't his, no someone else had put these about to contain the Hellsing monstrosity, but the paladin found that he could tap into them and had done as such ever since putting the blond blood sucking lassie down.

These charms were powerful, Anderson could feel the power, but still he looked at those shadows. They all but writhed. Oh, they weren't near any charms, the shadows that is, but the vampire was. By God in heaven the monster should not be able to do such things near the presence of such holy power, the fact that the vampire seemed to be doing just that, well that disconcerted the priest to no end.

Sneering at Alucard, the priest pulled several blades from behind his back, holding them between his fingers like claws.

"Plenty moore holy swords ta putt through ya dark heart where datt come frum Blud sucker." The regenerator said, baring teeth in a smile that wasn't really a smile at all.

Alucard returned the look with a modification to his own smile. They both suddenly looked much more dangerous.

Jon looked at both predators, yeah predators, it was as accurate as any title that the man could have come up with and it was what the wolf's instincts called the priest and the vampire. Yeah, the man had to agree.

The wolf looked at both regenerator and vampire as he would competing predators or in Alucard's case, a pack brother. They were pack brothers…for the time being at least.

Still, when the wolf looked at them both, he felt a growl grow low in his throat and the beast glance at Ceres Victoria whom seemed to have been watching her master, only to turn her head at the soft sound falling from his lips.

Alucard and Anderson's attention turned to the beast too then, and Anderson's sneer readjusted itself to his displeasure at the sight before him. The man-beast creature, a creature that looked exactly the way it did in Hollywood movies, a werewolf, a lycanthrope, another bloody sinful monster.

"Oooh, I don't think he likes you." Alucard purred amusement, following the werewolf's metallic golden gaze to the paladin.

This drew a snort from the priest as he raised one bladed hand higher than the other as if preparing to throw the bayonets. Alucard watched this and gave a snort of his own.

"You won't kill him or me for that matter, with your little toys…Father!" Alucard said in agitation, his voice sounding suddenly annoyed, yet somehow still managing to still contain a trace of his usual barely contained amusement and a bit more at the word "Father." Alucard made the title sound like a curse and the priest's sneer turned into a look of total and utter hatred.

"Un-cleen-thing." The man snarled.

"He's right."

Anderson looked back toward the werewolf and though he had heard it speak before, he found that his attention was suddenly drawn by the incredulous nature of the spectacle of that muzzle moving and words coming out.

If the guarded surprise in Anderson's eyes meant anything to the werewolf, he didn't show it. Instead he repeated.

"He's right you can't kill me with those things." The werewolf rose from the kneeling crouch that he had fallen into, ready to pounce. With that one movement, many things were explained then. First and foremost was what the werewolf had done with the blade he had taken from the priest, Anderson had decided not to care, or so he told himself.

In truth the man had let his rage at the Hellsing Nosferatu distract him, if they had fought him intelligently, well he would be dead. If the Hellsing pet were to come after him, even unarmed without his human weapons as he was, at the same time as something that could move the way that he had seen, or rather not seen the werewolf move. The priest had to admit that this was his first encounter with a werewolf and the beast looked darn impressive. The werewolf's move showed that he had snapped the blade in half. Nasty, very nasty.

The second thing that the werewolf's move showed was an unnatural grace that had the creature standing in front Alucard, between him and Anderson in an instant and that easily brought up the matter of his height and size. The werewolf was easily seven feet tall now that he was standing straight backed and perhaps that was a difference from the movie werewolf. In movies werewolves are usually always crouched or hunched; sometimes their spines aren't even straight.

This werewolf's back was straight, ramrod straight as he stood. The werewolf's back, it was a man's back, wider, more flexible, and carved in its musculature than it had been, but it was human in design. The being's entire body was humanoid from mid neck down to the waist where the human tail bone lengthened into a bushy white/black tail that had some how found its way through a hole that was in the black body suit that was the man-beast's only clothing. The body suit had short pant legs, they ended at the werewolf's knees, just right, considering that at the knee, the humanoid form wavered, merging with more lupine features.

The legs bent backward, like a dog or a wolf's leg, then the paw/feet were larger but were obviously good for the balancing act along with the tail. The fact that anything was graceful on legs like that, well that said a lot. Alucard said as much, looking at Anderson.

"Are you afraid, priest? Thinking that we might join together and eat you?"

Alucard chuckled again, dark like before and there was the slightest amount of mania to that laughter. That laugh made Anderson's skin crawl, it was too much like his own, for his comfort. It also made the priest target the werewolf, he would have to see the mongrel dead before he took on the Hellsing vampire. The priest had seen the demon's true form as well, he knew that at any moment the vampire might be set lose of his limitations. That was a fight he did not want two enemies for.

All of this, the two of them, this was just too much. They made Jon sigh and it was a strange sound coming from his wolf's muzzle of a mouth, they both looked at him because of it.

"Stop it kiddies…" He growled suddenly. The Werewolf looked first at priest and then vampire. "I've wasted too much time here, getting jumped, meeting cute girls, and the damn sword wounds." He growled, " Damn it, I didn't have time for all this crap."

The two nemeses both glared at him, he glared back. The werewolf was better at glaring, even better than the ultimate undead.

"We don't have time for this!" The Werewolf snarled, now showing teeth that were like steak knives.

It was then that the screaming started.