Disclaimer: See the first chapter because it hasn't changed at all! I still do not own Hellsing!

And so the second chapter is written! I hope some things become clearer in this chapter but I make no guarantees or promises about that. At the very least you'll get a hint as to the old man's identity!

Chapter 2

"Oh my God…it's a….."

"Regenerator! It's the only vay a human could keep up with mein superior speed!" The FREAK snarled as he came back up to his booted feet, brushing splinters of wood off of his Waffen SS uniform. The pseudo-vampire seemed to have gained a whole new respect for the old man, sliding a combat knife out of a sheath on his belt and holding it in a ready position in front of him. The old man however had a look of confusion as he looked back and forth between the German and the bartender.

"Regenerator? Vhat does this word mean?" He said as his gloved right hand went to the clasps on his briefcase and popped them open. Undone now the freed side fell open to expose glinting silver. On closer examination it was full of silver bladed instruments that looked like they were sharpened to a razors edge. The same hand that had opened up his brief case went back over across his body and that was when the FREAK struck again. Once more Cindy's eyes couldn't follow the movements as the olive blur that was one hundred and sixty pounds of human killing power all of it aimed at a frail looking older gentleman. Before anyone could react the two of them where standing face to face and a collective gasp went through the assembled humans. His left hand had come forward and caught the FREAK's in an iron vise-like grip, the vampire's arm trembling as he struggled to push the tip of his combat knife into the flesh so close in front of him. The old man's right hand had retrieved a gleaming scalpel and its tip was pressed up against the underside of the FREAK's jaw, smoke coming up just from the contact against the German's cold lifeless flesh.

"Such hasty impudence! Vhat kind of dog attacks a man before he ist ready? A mongrel that's what! You don't deserve the unlife you've been given you piece of shit!" His words where forced past gritted teeth as the old man began to close his grip on the monster's wrist. Creaking bones acted as a remainder to the throng of people in the room, to remind them of the danger contained in the room with them. Almost as one all of the patrons began to stampede towards the exit, buffeting and surging around the two combatants like waves against a surf breaker.

All of them but one.

Cindy was still standing behind the bar, pistol up and aimed at the Nazi's head with about as much precision as she could muster. Her finger trembled as it began to close down on the trigger and part of her rebelled against squeezing off the shot. What if she missed and hit the old guy? Then she would be at the mercy of this monster! It was only when all of the patrons had escaped through the Dead House's broken door that she became aware that the FREAK was whispering to the old man.

"Ihr kein Regenerator! Ich kann die Zeichen des Doc die Arbeit auf Ihrer Haut sehen, deshalb müssen Sie ein EXZENTRIKER sein! Warum kämpfen Sie gegen mich?" Came the strangled words of the entangled FREAK vampire. Brash anger and resentment flowed out with the words, making them sound like an attack themselves. Sweat was beginning to trickle down the vampire's face and those horrible red eyes were straining to see what the tip of the scalpel was doing. Pain contorted his features and he let out a yowl of pain.

SNAP!

"Weil. ..I ist nichts Sie, Produkt des Wahnsinns mag! Ich bringe Chaos und Reihenfolge Heiterkeit zu Gesetzlosigkeit. Ich habe eine Kreatur über hinaus Ihren Bereich für mein ganzes Leben gejagt und nichts von Ihrem mehr dann ein schreitendes steinigt!"

The old man released the limp remains of the FREAK's arm and the detached limb hit the ground with a meaty thud. Before the Waffen elite could even begun to back away from him though the old man plunged the scalpel up through the fragile skin and buried the blade into the vampire's skull. Without flash or fanfare the FREAK crumpled into ash and fell apart into a dusty pile as the old man straightened and brushed some of the ash off of his coat. Reaching into his coat he pulled out his wallet and laid a few bills unto the counter top.

"This should cover the damages. I'm sorry you had to see that my dear." He said wearily before bending over to place the tool back into the briefcase and to close it back up. With a groan he straightened up, a fragile old man once more, and exited from the pleasure den.

"Wait! Your not a regenerator, are you? What's your name?" Cindy called out, dashing out from behind the bar and running to the door. She had to know. This man had just saved the lives of at least a dozen people. The least that she could do was figure out the man's name and to tell others about his deed.

"Such power. Such compassion. He ist a far better base then ve could have hoped for."

"Majjjor, it doesn't look like he's going to be to tractable. Vhy couldn't ve just use the Captain?

"Because the Death's Head ist still recovering from the procedure. Once he is fixed up ve can begin rebuilding for the next var...Return to base Schrödinger. Ve have much research to complete."

The cat boy smirked as he watched the test subject stop in his tracks, calling back something illegible to the woman from the bar. Whatever it was it must have been it stunned the poor woman's addled mind and she stumbled back into the bar. Proably to board it up until she could get government aid in refurbishing the place after the FREAK attack. It didn't matter, her part in the opera was over. The old man's role was just beginning though…

Muwahahahahahahahahaha! I really can't explain the sudden burst of writing that went into this chapter. I was just sitting here playing my various online games and BAM! Like a eighteen wheeler full of cement inspiration cracked me over the head and I typed all this up like a madman in one stint. Which is how all my chapters should be written in retrospect. I stopped in the middle of the first chapter and couldn't finish it until a couple of months later.

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Alex.IronWolf: Why thank you. May the Nazi Vampire legions never invade your home either unless your well prepared or have Alucard on speed dial. I hope I can keep up the quality of this fan fiction if for no other reason to make it more unique and compelling for your viewing pleasure. Don't be afraid to critique me either cause it only helps.