A/N: Here's Chapter two, for those who couldn't get enouhg of the idea of Jeremy fighting with Alucard!I lost a bet with my sister, Temari Uzaku, and ended up having to watch the entire 4th Hellsing OVA, but I desired to make Chapter II because of that, so it all worked out!
Also, nether she nor I own Code Lyoko or Hellsing, or else she'd marry Alucard and I'd kill him before he could do anything funny. Ha ha.
Chapter II: False Prophets and History Revived
The helicopter ride to Cambridge was a surprisingly quiet one. I reached into one of my pockets and started to play around with a spring-loaded prop knife that Odd gave me, just so I wouldn't get terribly bored. Seras noticed and looked at it, intrigued.
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's a prop knife." I said. "The blade is plastic, and it retracts into the hilt, which is good if you're a movie maker wanting to make a good special effect. My friend, Odd, let me hold into it, because he said it's like a good luck charm for him."
Almost at once, Alucard snatched the knife out of my hand and looked at it rather precariously. "Good luck. Preposterous," he said, while poking the blade into the handle repeatedly, "And what good is a knife if you can't use it?"
I snatched it back. "Sheesh, and I thought Ulrich had no sense of humor." As soon as I said this, the pilot speaker crackled to life, blaring,
"Master Alucard, Miss Victoria, Agent Belpois, we will be arriving in Cambridge in a matter of seconds. We are now descending as we are approaching our destination."
Alucard grinned. "Almost showtime, kiddies." Seras and I growled a little, but we kept our heads. The copter lurched a bit as we went from 5000 to 2000 kilometers, or from 3105 to 1242 miles, rather quickly, but we were able to steady ourselves. Within a few minutes, the copter landed and when we emerged, I could see fields and forests as far as I could see.
In case you're wondering, we were nowhere near the city's famous university, but I had no time to think about details like that, for out of nowhere, my war instincts kicked in, and I spun around to see what appeared to be a zombie. I was initially freaked out, as anyone would be, but then in noticed something was different about this zombie from what I had read in books and seen in the movies. It was not decayed or decaying in the least. In fact, it didn't even look dead. Just then, my new find lurched at me, and I instinctively fired into his lung, and he dropped dead right there. Alucard turned to me, and smirked.
"Not bad for a rookie, Frenchman," he said curtly, "but there are plenty more ghouls where that one came from, and they'll keep coming until…"
His last words stopped short as a shadow cast over the field. We all turned to see a very neatly dressed college professor, smiling at us, but it was a sort of smile that people give in the movies right before they shoot your face off. That instinct proved correct as be barred his teeth, lined with vampiric fangs, and charged at us, roaring. Seras charged her cannon, Alucard and I readied our guns, but before either of us got a shot, the vampire's head fell from his neck before our eyes, and his body collapsed to the ground before it got within two meters of us, which would be just over two yards. For a long time none of us could move. While Seras and I were perplexed as to what transpired, Alucard growled very deeply, like he new what was coming. I followed his glance, and soon saw that he did know the cause of the vampire's decapitation.
Someone else was on the field of battle with us. Though he did not look very old, his face was a mix of battle scars and wrinkles, either from wildly grinning too much, or from age, or possibly both. He had one very noticeable scar on his left cheek, and his hair was a very unkempt blonde crew cut. He had large wire-frame glasses, which covered his emerald green eyes, and he was wearing a long black priest's robe with a cross necklace. He had white gloves with crosses stitched on them, and those gloves held two drawn bayonets. One of the crosses on his gloves said, "Speak with the Dead," and the other said, "Jesus Christ is in Heaven."
I didn't know who this guy was, but Seras looked scared, while Alucard looked both amused and irritated at the same time.
"What are you doing here, Judas priest?" Alucard grumbled.
"Mae purpose here should be quote obvious, ye fell monster," the man replied with a very thick Scottish accent. "Ah've been sent to carry oot the mission of the noble Iscariot organization." As he said this, he crossed his bayonets in the shape of the Christian cross, and continued his speech, but in a much more gravely tone. "We of the Iscariot are God's soldiers of divine punishment, sent to eradicate all heathens, pagans, and blasphemers from the face of the earth, and to send all unholy monsters to eternal damnation. AMEN."
I was still confused for a while, but then something clicked in my mind.
"You're that Section XIII from the Vatican, the Iscariot organization!" I shouted. "And you're the famous 'Paladin', Father Alexander Anderson!"
"And whit's that to ye," Anderson barked, "Ye Hellsing scum?"
"Hey!" I yelled back, "I am not from Hellsing! I am Lieutenant Colonel Jeremiah Marquis Belpois of the French Secret Service, 216th Order of King St. Louis, 4th Division, and as I am also a distinguished member of the French branch of the Roman Catholic Church, I kindly ask that you address me as such."
"Whit?" At this, the priest looked surprised for a moment, then grinned slightly, and then almost dropped his swords, as he cracked up in a fit of raucous laughter.
"Ye're the great Jeremy Belpois?" he gasped, laughing so hard he nearly fell over. "Ah thought that a war hero would look like a real war hero, not a wee little boy!"
I steamed a little at this. "Hey!" I yelled. "Just because I'm fifteen doesn't mean I'm weak! I've lived through more intense situations than you could care to even imagine!"
"Well, ah'm nut here fer ye, Belpois," Anderson said, and then glared at Alucard. "Ah'm here fer him."
Alucard grinned. "Well, since you've completed my mission for me, and shamed the name of Hellsing and the Crown in the process by trespassing on English soil, I don't see why I shouldn't have a little fun with you, Judas priest."
I could see Alucard charge at Anderson with his guns drawn, and both began to clash violently. It was all swords and bullets for the next few minutes. What happened in it, I could never fully recall. All I remembered was Anderson slicing at Alucard, and Alucard firing at the priest. Seras kept a large bit of distance from the two, and I saw Anderson being shot clean in the head, after which he stopped for a few seconds. I presumed he was dead, but then he grinned wildly.
"It's goin' tae take moore than that to take me oot, ye Black Magician of Hellsing!"
Needless to say, I was terrified. How could this guy not be dead after clearly being shot in the head? I took another look, then the bullet oozed out of his forehead, and then even the hole disappeared as if it had never been. Something about this priest and his business here really got me thinking, and when I did, something popped into my head that I had to make known.
"Wait a minute!" I shouted at Seras, "If you're from the Vatican, then isn't your being here a violation of your treaty to stay out of Hellsing territory?"
"Well, that's only if he starts conducting Iscariot business on Hellsing territory, Jeremy," Seras elaborated, while maintaining a safe distance from Alucard and Anderson. "Other than that, it's perfectly legal. But since he just killed the vampire that we were supposed to kill, he did violate the treaty. That's why he and Master are fighting."
"Well, ah didn't come here for a fight, as much as ah'd love to pound ye heathens into the ground," Anderson said, retracting his bayonets into his cassock, and pulling out a note. "Ah came to give ye this." He pinned the note to the ground with one of his swords, and turned away. "Now leave before ah lose the will to suppress the urge to kill all o' ye." He gave one final look to me.
"Lieutenant?" he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Ah wood advise ye tae watch yer neck around these… creatures," he said before walking away. I stood there, confused for a while, before I looked at the note. It said that Sir Hellsing and about every important military leader in Britain were getting together by order of Her Majesty, who personally asked me to come in this letter for "security's sake, and for the sake of one of our parties, Vatican Section XIII."
"It seems," I said, "that we've been invited to a get-together from Her Majesty."
"The Queen wants to see us?" Seras asked.
"Sir Hellsing, the Round Table Members, and even the Iscariots will be there," I added. "Her Majesty personally requests your attendance, Alucard, along with mine."
He smiled. "It's been quite a while, hasn't it, Your Majesty?"
I was unsure of his remark, but I continued, "We should get back to the chopper."
"Right," Seras agreed. "Are you ready, master?"
"Let's go, kids," he said.
When we arrived, the table was lined with the twelve members of the Round Table, Britain's secret conference group, Sir Integra, and a man about twenty-nine years old with a purple vest over a white dress shirt, and with an expression of contempt around these British people. I could tell this because he was looking at each person in the room, even at Her Majesty who sat in a shadowed spot at the far end, with a look of disdain and displeasure, like he felt that he was better than them. Then I remembered his face, and realized who he was.
His name was Enrico Maxwell, and he was a bishop who was not smiled upon in the high ranks of the Vatican, not just of his leadership of the Iscariot, but of his attitude to any non-Catholics, particularly the Protestants. He also bore a deep hatred of England, probably because it was once the most Pro-Protestant and Anti-Catholic nation in the world. I remembered one time my dad said he heard him publicly say when he was invited to our house that he wished that all the Protestants and everyone in England would "drop dead and go to Hell." Seeing him notice me, I quickly straightened my face and kept walking on, but unfortunately for me, he called out to me.
"Ah, I thought I've seen you before," he said gleefully, beckoning to me. "Jeremy, it's good to see a soul like you here. You do remember me, yes?"
"How could I forget you, Father?" I said, sarcastically happy.
"You know him, Jeremy?" Seras asked.
"Yeah," I mumbled. "He's the one who confirmed me, after all."
"Huh?" Seras gawked. "He did?"
"Yes," I sighed. "Anderson also was the one… who baptized me in Notre Dame."
"ANDERSON BAPTIZED YOU?!" Seras shouted, but then slapped her hand over her mouth when she remembered where she was.
"Remember your place, police girl," Alucard growled, glaring daggers at Seras. She then shrank into her seat at the table while everyone just looked on confused. Alucard then removed his glasses and bowed deeply to Integra.
"We have returned, my master," he said.
"Glad you three could join us," Integra said. "Her Majesty awaits you, my servant."
Alucard grinned widely and walked down the hall slowly, and then stopped at the top of the stairs behind the table, kneeling before a high-backed chair with the shadowed figure of Her Majesty sitting in it.
"It's been a long time, vampire," a thin wispy voice rang out softly. "Come closer, let me look at you.
Alucard moved a few centimeters closer to the chair, and the Queen raised her hands out to touch his pale face.
"It's unbelievable, Alucard," she said. "All this time you haven't aged a day. Time has not been so kind to me, unfortunately. Can you believe how quickly I have become an old woman?"
"In my eyes," Alucard replied, "I can still see the same spirited young woman from fifty years ago. In fact, time has made you even more beautiful, Your Highness."
I could tell that Her Majesty smiled a bit. "Proceed with your report, vampire."
Alucard turned his head to face the table, and when he did I felt as if an air of fear and horror blow through the room.
"Sixty-three years ago," he started, "A deranged Nazi major named Montana Max attempted to breed a vampire army. Walter and I laid waste to their operation."
Suddenly, I realized I'd heard of the name from my grandpa. He once mentioned a crazy Nazi when he was fighting in the World War II, and he mentioned something about 'unholy soldiers' and 'mad science mixed with the occult.' I looked back in surprise, and noticed Walter give a grin as Alucard mentioned this.
"However, it seems they simply refused to die. They have returned, replenished their numbers and are ready to resume and complete their original mission. That's what Millennium truly is: The Last Battalion."
Everyone in the room but Integra, Walter, Maxwell, and I shuddered.
"I guess Mr. Tublacain's thirst of blood must haf given us avay," a new young voice rang out in a light German accent. "Zhe Major sure blew zhat one."
We all whipped our heads around to the source of the noise, and saw what appeared to be a young boy in a Nazi uniform standing casually in the doorway. What startled me most about this was that he seemed to have cat ears on the top of his head, which twitched when he smiled.
"Is he…" I said to myself, "a neko?" I had heard about those imaginary cat-like humanoid creatures from Yumi's manga and anime before, but I didn't think one actually existed. But I had no time to think of that, because Pip and the female guard for Maxwell both whipped out their guns and pointed them at the neko, who immediately held up his hands in a mock surrender.
"Hold zhere," he said, "I'm just a messenger. I'm not here to fight anyvone."
"Explain this," Integra said to Walter.
"My deepest apologies, sir," the butler replied. "I don't know how he got past security."
The neko proceeded to the table and placed a small television screen onto the table. "Zhey are useless against me," he said proudly. "I am everyvhere and novhere."
Like Schrödinger's cat? I said to myself. As he said this, he looked at Seras and politely bowed his head. "Guten tag," he said. Seras, surprised at first, bowed back. "Guten tag," she replied, at which the boy smiled and turned to the table.
"To ze gathered representatives of ze Vatican and Great Britain: my commanding officer, ze glorious Major, has a message for all of you. Please attend carefully."
He pushed a button on a remote control, but nothing happened. Upon seeing this, he pushed the same button repeatedly, getting annoyed when still nothing appeared on the screen. However, I could hear faint voices coming from the machine.
"Vhat's going on?" a high pitched voice in a thick German accent said. "Vhere's ze picture? Varrant Officer Schrödinger, ze screen is not vorking!" Suddenly, the screen crackled to life, projecting an image onto it. "Ah, zhere," the voice said again. "Zat's good."
The image showed a short, rather plump man seemingly in his late forties with a small combed mop of blond hair, a white uniform, and large glasses with a wide grin on his face.
"Major," the boy who I assumed was the one the man called Schrödinger said, "it seems you really have your hands full."
"No everyzhing ist going quite vell. It's as if a great weight hast lifted from my shoulders."
"Hello, Major," I heard Alucard say from behind.
"Alucard!" the man who I realized was the Major cheered. "I'm so happy to see you again. It's really been far too long. And I see you over zhere, mein captain!"
"How do you know me?" I asked.
"I received a personal notice from Herr Fromm about your activities, Herr Jeremy Belpois, and I assure you zhat your powers, vhile impressive, vill be useless against my elite forces."
"He's right, you know," Schrödinger added, smiling not unlike the Cheshire Cat. Seras, Walter, and Pip looked at me, unsure of what the Major referred to, but I knew very well.
"What is it you want?" Integra lashed out.
"Ah, finally!" the Major exclaimed. "The Fraulein herself! Sir Integra Hellsing. It's a pleasure to meet you," he bowed.
"What's the purpose of this?" she asked again. "What are you trying to accomplish? Answer me!"
"Zhe purpose?" the Major chuckled. "Vhat a silly question, mein Fraulein." He began to chuckle and mumble at the same time, like a madman.
"To put it in zhe most simple possible terms, Fraulein," he continued. "our purpose is zhe total opposite of purpose," the screen showed a terrified looking man with a sign around his neck that read "Zum Henker Defätist!"
The hangman defeatist? No, a defeatist for the hangman. I thought to myself. I learned German from school, but I learned more from Ulrich's dad.
"You should be aware, Fraulein, zhat zhere are some people in this world, certain irredeemable louts, for whom zhe means do not require an end. I speak, of course, of myself." He snapped his fingers, and six ghouls dove upon, and feasted viciously, on the terrified, whimpering man. I heard someone from off the camera said, "Be sure to eat it all. If it turns into a ghoul, I will not be happy." Sir Integra seemed hardened by the images, though Seras and Pip were both shocked and disturbed. I, like everyone else, looked like I was going to vomit.
"Oh wow, I didn't zhink your decision would be zhat harsh, Sir." The boy turned smiling to the screen, with his hands folded behind his head.
"You're insane." Maxwell said. "All of you." For once, I agreed with that stubborn self-centered fool of a bishop.
"Did I just hear someone from Iscariot questioning my sanity?" the Major asked, somewhat amused, "Zhen let me ask you zhis: If your God would allow my madness to flourish across zhe globe…
zhen vouldn't it seem to you zhat any god like zhat vould be just as mad as I?"
Maxwell and I tensed furiously. Who the hell does this guy think he is? I thought to myself.
"Ve are the finest of zhe Third Reicht!" he continued, "Do you have any idea how many people ve've killed? I'm insane? Vhat foolishness. You didn't have any afflictions 50 years ago. But never mind zhat. Try to stop me zhen, you self proclaimed normal people. But, fortunately, Iscariot is not my true enemy. My true enemy is Britain. Zhe Hellsing. Vell, really, its zhat man laughing in the corner back zhere."
We all turned to see Alucard hunched over in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. I was confused, but he then stepped forward and a pentagram on his glove glowed a bright red.
"A declaration of war! Exellent! I can't wait to destroy you again!" Alucard shouted joyfully.
"No matter vhat you do, ve vill never give up," the Major said. "Ve vill reverse zhis particular situation as many times as ve must."
"Alucard, Seras, Jeremy," Integra said. "Kill it."
Alucard immediately turned his gun to the boy, stuck it in his mouth, and fired, blowing the inside of his head everywhere. I shuddered a bit, but I composed myself. I could see his fingers were still twitching. "Gross," I said aloud.
"Fine. Shoot zhe messenger, if zhis is vhat you've come to." The major then saluted in the Nazi stlye. "Auf Wiedersehen, mein Fraulein. I look forward to meeting you across zhe battlefield." Instantly, the screen was blown right off the table by Seras shooting her huge rifle. Suddenly, everyone in the room gasped. I looked where they were all staring and saw the fact that Schrödinger, along with any of his remains, had utterly vanished. The floor was totally spotless.
"Alucard," Her Majesty said after a while, "Sir Hellsing, and Lieutenant Belpois." Alucard smiled, Integra got up and turned around, and I saluted.
"Destroy them. You have your orders."
And with that, the meeting was adjourned.
Wait until next time to find out what happens next when war begins anew!
PS, I got the transcript of the Major's speech from a quiz on Teenick's quiuzilla by 'wolvesxshadow', slightly fixed for my story. Here's the link, just copy und paste! (haha, but i fixed it so I could put the text without FF screwing up.)
Update - 9/1/2012: I changed the year-span from 55 to 63, since this takes place in 2007, not 1999
Also, I'm not stealing, I just didn't want to go for hours trying to get the script down. In other words, I got lazy.
www . quizilla . teenick stories/15753314/hellsing-vigillante-before-5-introduce-the-opposition
-JeremyX signing off!