Schraubenförmig

Okay, just as a small reminder. My German chapter title translations are told at the end of the chapter itself. This concept applies the same to my story title: it won't be translated until the end of the story.

Disclaimer: dun own Hellsing. Dun own the future stuffs I'll use further down. Blah blah blaaaaaah...blah blah.

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Chapter Seven: im Schlachtgetümmel

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"Well, well, well...what do we hae 'ere, I wond'r...a wee young lass ye be..."

Seras' voice squeaked out into a tiny cry of fear as she turned her head around in a shaky and jerky movement, her body numb.

The white circle of glasses gleamed and that wide crescent moon of a smile stuck out horribly against the tall and foreboding silhouette at her with flashes of lightning making it ever more threatening. Sounds of footsteps echoed into the church as it came closer, taking they're sweet time. Soon the light of the candles within the building revealed the detail of messy and short tussled blonde hair and glaring green eyes peered out from beneath the shield of glass. White clothes and a cross hung from the male's neck as he strolled in through the doors, gloved hands bearing phrases of religion that held weapons of blessed blades.

"I hae merely come ta wo'ship the Lord in Heav'n, and what do my eyes see? Ae fallen angel; ae evil demon o' a seed plantid 'ere on this lovle Earth by thae Devil 'imself." He spoke lightly in an almost playful yet distinct Irish accent, but it was clear that this man was not in a playful mood at all, "Whut parpose do ye hae to be here? Repent all ye sins? Ask for forgiveness? Ye taint this holy ground wit' such blasphemy that all ye are..."

"Alex...ander...Anderson...!" Seras had managed in a high pitch, taking a step back for each slow step that the Paladin advanced on her with.

"Tha' innocent look of a young pretty lassie thou hides behind is but ae true form o' dog of hell in the Lamb of God's sacred fleece." Anderson's tone spoke of dark and aggressive intentions that were barred from the world by a very thin layer of self-restraint that was slowly cracking. His hand gripped the hilt of the blessed bayonets and raised them up, forming a cross with the blades flashing in front of his face at her, the grin and eyes becoming wider to a growing level of elated madness. Metal scrapped against metal, Anderson voicing out loud again, "Be whatever thy purpose whilst a thing now will not save ye. Fallen too far down to be given the grace of the Father, indeed ye have."

Seras gave a tight whimper, finding herself unwillingly frozen to where she stood. The frantic thumping beating rapidly in her chest amazingly fueled her frigid fright, accelerating it as sparks flew from the two weapons he possessed that were surely bent on slicing through her body and cutting off this life she had.

"Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Amen!" And with that, the Paladin pushed off the marble floor of the church, running straight for her with incredible speed, drawing the bayonets to the sides of him and blood filled and pumped his muscles in his arms up to put strength into this double attack.

Anderson slashed through the air into her stomach. It hacked through the fibers of Seras' maroon uniform and the soft, firm tissue of her body split open, her blood splattering out of the long horizontal wound. However, the vampire had quickly taken an instinctive action at the last possible moment and received only a superficial injury as she used her footing to launch herself back a few steps away from her attacker but stumbled from her fear.

Seras' opponent, on the other hand, grabbed her collar and yanked her back towards him, his left leg swinging up and landed a hard blow to her side. A slight crack came from her lower left rib as she was sent flying head first into the rows of heavy cherry wooded benches, the force and momentum breaking most of them immediately upon impact. Shards of splinters littered the floor and some large pieces had punctured through the draculina's back.

"As much as one had changed..." Anderson said, hunched over with his bayonets scratching along the ground, "Changed from the las' time I saw ye..." He lifted himself slowly, straightening his posture, but his arms were still limp, swinging a little as he twisted his neck and put his chin up and continued to grin, "Ye still as weak as ye will a'ways be!"

She coughed and pulled herself up to sit up, a little dizzy. The wound to her stomach sizzled and burned horribly from the effects of the blessed bayonets to the undead but despite the searing pain, she quickly jumped to her feet and dived forward, rolling to the side and kneeling some ways behind Anderson, barely missing another slice at her body. Her lungs heaved slightly for oxygen, blue eyes starting to narrow.

'...something's wrong...Anderson's fast...much faster than before!' Seras began to think but that thought was a distraction and it costed her.

Anderson came at her again and laid out a series of thrusts, slashes, punches and kicks. Seras had managed to avoid a few at the beginning of the onslaught but that very thought mixed in with the human emotions of anxiety and dread caused her to miss a critical tiny beat. She dangerously got out of sync with her evasive actions and she couldn't bring her defenses up to block the attacks.

The bayonets silver glimmer disappeared into her left side and were pushed upwards almost effortlessly, forcing its way through seven out of the twelve ribs Seras' body contained. Anderson gave a wider grin that just about seemed inhumanly long as he reveled in the site of his work and the feel of making this undead being suffer, taking three of his blessed weapons and thrust it in the female's stomach all the way down to the hilt, grazing her spine and successfully severed some of the nerves intertwined heavily with it, the tips of the blades sticking out in all directions and coated with blood.

Anderson grabbed her face then, his strength a vice that made her skull crack around where his fingers were roughly placed and slammed Seras first to the wall, jarring the four blades in her around. He then shoved her to the thick wooden door, breaking it, and then finally releasing her with that momentum down to the floor, head first. The actions left physical damages everywhere; walls cracked and dirtied with crimson, the door missing large pieces of splinters that were imbedded in Seras' back, and the marble floor was in rubble.

A laugh began to bubble up from his chest, drawing out three bayonets for each of his hand from his coat, crossing his chest with it, his green eyes staring down at the trembling injured young woman, "I dinnae why ye have chosin such ae forsaken path, young lassie...

Seras gave a heave and a grueling cough, blood flying freely from the fast exiting air, grimacing at the intense and burning pain she felt all over her body. She struggled to move, feeling her immature vampire self at least repair the damages to her nerves. The most she could do was push herself up a couple inches off the floor, straining from the weapons and debris stuck inside her.

"Boot young lassie ye arn't, as I hae told alier. Ye reason for fallen I turn ae deaf ear to as it dunnae matter now." The Paladin continued, grinding his teeth from side to side as he brought down the weapons on her.

At that, she willed her body with all she could and rolled away. Unfortunately Seras moved too slow and the edge of the metal sliced right through both her eyes, robbing her of her vision. She gave a scream to the ceiling and attempted to cover them with her hand but then found herself pinned to one of the large stone pillars. Anderson had hurled out many bayonets in her pause, spearing in her arm, palms and thighs.

"We won't be havin' none o dat. Runnin'. Nay. None o dat at all..." His Irish accent trickled hauntingly through his mouth and he stepped forward, "I thought tha ye wood be puttin' up more o a fight, now that ye had turnnae full back to thae Father in heaven, but ye hae disappointenna me."

Seras managed a rickety whimper, her mind spinning and her undead heart beat abnormally irregular, trying to make up for the major loss of blood but also slowing due to the lack of pressure to push what there was left. Her blue eyes were completely destroyed and now only red pools and rivers settled into where they once were.

'...I'm...I'm...'

She lifted her head slowly, finding it very difficult to at least manage that, '...I'm...really...I-I'm really...'

"I was expectin' more from thae secund monster o thae damned Hellsing and fun." Anderson continued, lifting his usual choice of weapons against the dead and ungodly and imbedded it in her throat, "But thisa too easy."

Blood dropped from Seras' lips, giving a small portion of a cough, '...I'm...really...really...going to die...'

"How awfully quiet be ye," The shine of white teeth and round glasses flickered in the few candles of the church, "An' so still. Repenting is too late."

'...going to...' Seras' throat, despite the bayonet in it, formed a lump, her undead heart giving one large painful throb, '...Master...Alucard...he won't save me...he can't even hear me...my link with him is...'

She continued to think, her thoughts starting to become hysterical and jumbled. Her mind started to turn hazy and light, whether from the trauma her body had sustained or not was far from her conscience now, '...no one can help me...I'm going to die...Alucard...I'm going to...die...going to die...! I really am!! I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to di-...!!!!'

What in all that hell has below the heavens and earth are you doing?

Anderson suddenly fell silent, his eyes widening slightly as a sinking feeling fell down his stomach. An invisible wind bellowed through, producing a soft hissing sound, making the candle flames flicker and regress to a tiny tear drop before going out. Thunder crashed loudly overhead from a storm that had suddenly come. The hissing increased little by little, the temperatures of the atmosphere dropped.

The darkness that had taken over had begun to visibly move, wisps of pitch black curled up and around, snaking in all directions. All the wax candles that had been extinguished, whether or not on the floor or broken suddenly flared back high and strong to life and doused the room with new light, the flames black and grey colored.

The tendrils of darkness paused then took a unified course in the same direction, turning back and flowed in, as if being sucked in and caressed, weaved around Seras' body, her head bowed with blood still dripping from her eyes. It wasn't long before there was a leisure rise and drop of a voice that quickly escalated into a chuckle.

Paladin Alexander Anderson looked on with a glimmer of horror then narrowed his eyes, bringing his arms up and ready with one bayonet clutched in each hand, a tremor working its way into his mind, "So...it begins..."

A different smirk showed itself in the shifting darkness; it telling many and yet none at the same time, "Shut up, you damned human. You and your damn God make me sick. You are nothing but talk..."

Seras lifted her head, her lips just about splitting her face, leaning forward and bared her teeth that had all grew sharp, "You want to see a dog of hell?! I'll show you dog of hell!"

The shadows covered the bayonets that littered her frame and forced them out, the weapons falling to the floor. Before they had time to come within touching range, the back of Seras' fist collided with the side of Anderson's head, her might sending him clear across to the other side of the church. He broke through the wall and into the chamber for the priest, blocks of concrete going with him.

She was on him in a flash, grabbing Anderson by the collar, holding him up and tossed him left to right on the small room's walls before doing a round house kick to his stomach and back out into the main part of the church. The wind was knocked out several times and internal damage was done, blood forced out of his throat.

Seras ran at him again, putting more power behind her assault and laughed out loud as she succeeded in raking her fingers into his torso, tearing at muscle and flesh. She pulled her arms down and pushed forward to put her arms deeper into his stomach. As quickly as she had invaded and interfered with his internal organs, she drew out, grasping his neck and jerked his head down, her knee connecting to his face hard, hearing a loud snap of bones shattering in his skull.

Her fist punched him square in the jaw, sending him away. Seras jumped up and landed on the alter in front of the cross, staring down at Anderson over her bust, her chest practically swelling with pride on her work and heaving as well from the heat of battle.

Anderson got to his feet, wobbly at first but managed, shaking his head and wiping the trial of crimson, his mouth was in a flat line but then curled at the ends upward, a thrilling feeling starting to set in.

"Interesting toys you have, Paladin." Seras said calmly. In her hand were two bayonets being carelessly tossed up and down in the air by her palm. There was the sizzling sound and white smoke churching up from the effects of the blessed to the undead but it seemed like she didn't feel nothing at all, "Very interesting...yes...one would really get hurt from these." Her other hand settled on the blade and broke the two in half, "But I've had enough of playing games."

The wind continued to blow and series of thunders boomed off as she spread her arms straight to the sides of her, flexing her fingers with the sounds of the bones cracking, "Now come on, come on. I haven't got all day. Let's dance."

Anderson threw a guffaw to the chandelier hanging above, bending his back and stiffened his own fingers in a half curl. He then leaned forward, lowering his upper torso to get a good look at what was before him, hands disappearing into the folds of his coat, two bayonets ready.

Tiny drops of Seras' blood and soaked themselves through his gloves, tainting over the words 'Jesus Christ is in Heaven' and 'Speak with the Dead', "Oh ho, not ready to give up, are ye? Well, good. Ye has dirtied my gloves with ye filth that fills thine dead carcass, ye has. To taint these is like taintin' thae holy hands of God, for mae hands work for him, they do."

Seras shoulders shook with giggling, twisting her head this way and that as she lifted her chin, sliding down to the ground, "It's not nice to keep a lady waiting."

"Ye hath changed, lassie...ye hath changed...how peculiar..."

"Yes, and you have a flapping mouth that doesn't like to shut up."

His grin never faltered at her words. Anderson's leg muscles, foot and thighs tensed up, blood filling them up as he launched himself forward, thrusting the bayonets out then skid to a halt. His foot cut upwards, kicking pieces of marble, but then he found it quickly blocked by Seras' arm. Anderson clenched his teeth and his square jaw tightened, flipping backwards and jumped into the air, flinging out a number of bayonets all around. Some carried pages that contained scriptures and they were imbedded into the walls, windows and the doors, closing off all means of escape and cutting off entry from the undead that may lurk outside.

The twisting dark shadows gave hissing cries and dispersed somewhat, flinching away from the holy papers after sparks of blue flared up at there close proximity.

Seras rotated her shoulders, the pop and crack of the movement resounding, "Dear, dear Father Anderson. You can do better then that..."

Before the Killing Judge could muster up a reaction, Seras was gone from site. A flash of lightning seeped through the crumbling stained glass window at the head of the church, illuminating briefly to see that the vampiress was no longer visible anyway. He turned his head and scanned the room, all possible corners and dimmed places, but didn't find anything.

Another highlight of lightning and he felt it. Behind him was the door to leave the church and the former fledgling of Alucard loomed, her body a slacked posture and silent. The whiteness of her teeth turned sharp canine was glaring contrast to the shadows that covered her face.

Suddenly she appeared right up in his face before Anderson's heart gave a quickened beat, her voice hauntingly low, "...can't you? Angel Dust Anderson?"

Anderson glared at her, growling, "Be not in front of me, demon, and get behind thee!!"

An elbow rammed into her head, making her stumble to the side and away from the impact. Then Anderson reached out and grabbed her hair and pulled it hard to make her face him back up again. His free hand went to each of her arms and crushed them before taking blessed knives from his pockets and speared them through her legs to immobilize the Nosferatu.

She had taken so much damage already, and despite her growth of power, Seras hadn't healed herself so she couldn't have taken much more damage and still fight. Even though Anderson's body had sustained considerable internal injury himself, at least he had dealt more with combat than Seras, making him more experienced.

Taking his right hand, he smashed it into the back of her chest, punching through her spine and made its way towards her heart. His fingers curled around the undead organ and closed, squeezing hard and not soon after did Seras' heart ruptured under the immense pressure.

Section XIII Iscariot's Paladin Alexander Anderson's eyes widen and the grin grew with it as he spiraled up the ecstasy of hysteria, throwing his head back and laughed.

Suddenly the entry way to the wrecked church exploded, smoke drifting in and blinding all vision of the naked eye and a fire had begun. There came a spray of seemingly endless reports from guns, bullets soaring true and dead on to their targets and barraging the area in a bath of metal and speed.

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Just outside the church at some distance, a soldier decorated in a black uniform with silver, high ranked decorations and a mask over his face to hide his identity ran up to a long limo that was in waiting near the woods.

He passed three large metal vehicles that had an obscured and scratched out insignias of the Hellsing Organizations; all three of them up in flames. Bodies of soldiers lay mangled around and split open, their entrails littering and thrown about to a gruesome site. It was raining, pouring, coming down hard and lightning flashed. The ground was saturated and dyed red with the blood of the dead.

The black-clad man stood at attention and saluted to the open window of the limo, "Sir, we have successfully penetrated the church and is now engaging our target. We are ahead of schedule and should be done with this soon."

"Good...very good." The voice said as hints of a smile were imbedded in his voice.

"There is but another one, one that we had not anticipated would come. What are your orders?"

"Ah...I am assuming it is the Vatican's top monster. Interesting...I believe we should bring him along, too. If he can not be turned to my ideals, then let's just say he will be fresh food for my servant and a fair sparring partner at the same time...who won't die easily. Yes...that sounds like a plan indeed."

"Sir?"

"Make it so, Commander. I won't tolerate any failures."

The soldier nodded and saluted stiffly again, "Sir, yes, sir."

After the male slipped off to relay his new set of orders, the man in the car chuckled in the darkness, the smile going lopsided now, "Yes...my servant...I have found you and you are now in my grasp. Just a little more patience and I, with your servitude, will take this country by tempest and seize all that there is. But first...revenge. I will take revenge on those who have stood in my way and accused me of treason. Then, I will eradicate the religions of this nation, before I will rectify my father's mistakes and win back my lands."

He let out a light laugh that covered over something that was much, much more, "May the sins of the father that hast passed down to his seed be bathed away with the blood and stench of many crossings. Amen."

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At a distance, Walter's foot slipped on the steep hill, causing the retainer to catch himself that prevented him from sliding all the way down. His hand was clutched hard at his side where there was a large bleeding wound that had shards of shrapnel and metal sticking out of it. His monocle was lost and his hair open with mud in them. There were cuts on his face, but were superficial. His chest had sustained some damages as well, making it slightly difficult to breath.

He strained, a groan of pain vibrating his vocal chords, yet he persevered onward, determining to escape unnoticed.

Walter, as instructed by the head of the Hellsing Organization, watched over Seras like a hawk, taking measures to not be detected at any level, except by Seras' psychiatric therapist, who had swore not to say a word.

He had taken a small car with a captain from the Hellsing Organization and followed Dr. Barnet and the vampiress to the church, waiting in the woods and out of site. His eyes had seen Seras go into the building with the man, and for awhile, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Another car suddenly pulled up and he sat up with a start, seeing a tall figure clothed in white and the flash of short messy blonde hair get out from the back seat, whom was none other than Paladin Alexander Anderson himself.

Immediately Walter ordered the soldier in the passenger seat to alert the units that were nearby on another mission, but had noticed that only the waist down of the captain was in the seat, his upper torso being pulled through the window and coating the interior of the car with blood.

He pulled out his microfilament wires with one hand, fending off the undead that had suddenly appeared around the car and feasted on the soldier's carcass. He phoned in himself to the Hellsing units, easily defending himself in the meantime but found that the communication gave a buzz and a fizz a bit, indicating to him that someone was jamming their signals. Just when Walter was relaying an order for the arriving soldiers to give word directly to Integra, they were attacked by rocket propelled grenades and came under fire, ghouls pouring out of the darkness.

Against his will, Walter was whisked away by several soldiers after receiving physical damage to his aging body, and they took him as far as they could to get him to escape by order of their commanding officer. The soldiers, too, unfortunately died in action not too long after, their bodies lost to the ghouls disturbing appetite, yet their deaths were not in vain and they had gained grounds between the church and themselves.

Walter, alone, sliced up and defeated the horde of the undead zombies that were giving chase to him and now proceeded to make his way to the Hellsing mansion, or at least a way to communicate on just what happened.

'...I must...get...to Sir Integra. I need to inform her, quickly!'

He trailed his eyes back to where they had been ambushed, his gaze falling onto the smoking and burning church, '...Miss Victoria...'

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Crimson eyes widened in shock. The head that possessed them lifted up to face the ceiling, mouth half open and completely silent.

"Alucard?" Integra looked up. When she didn't receive an answer or a response, her voice became firmer and commanding, "Alucard, I'm talking to you."

Alucard didn't say anything still, his trail of thoughts completely stopped. He then switched and he searched around, his mind curling and shifting around, trying to make sense of just what he felt. It was a burning, electric and intensely painful sensation before it felt like a large metal door just slammed right and hard in his body, jolting everything within him.

Integra watched him carefully, studying how his posture was, the expression, everything that she could possibly read about this vampire. It wasn't much for her to go on, but the woman was sharp on her feet and could tell that something was wrong. Seriously wrong. Alucard, the Alucard, was never shocked by anything in this world before, and yet there it was. Clear as day on his face and this alarmed her to no end, "...Alucard...what is it?"

His eyes widened more and the Nosferatu prodded around more urgently and roughly. When he didn't find what he was looking for, an emotion, a real, human emotion that he had so loathed for the past long years crept back into him like a thief in the night and filled him.

Alucard's fingers flexed at his sides. It was panic.

"I know you can hear me, Alucard. You will not do anything to cover what is on your mind. Tell me what is wrong." She spoke slow, getting to a stand as a series of thunder crashed in the skies.

He didn't give any sort of acknowledgement to her that he was listening. Alucard's eyes never left the ceiling, but his voice came through. It was soft, almost a whisper and his tone so unlike his usual ones, "...Police girl..."

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Chapter Seven: In the thick of the fight

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Yay! I'm done! My gosh, I'm finally done with the seventh chapter, yaaaaaaaaaay! My excuse for being SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo dang late? I got lazy...uh heh...-coughs- moving on!

Let's see...I got some real action going on here, as you can see. What was most difficult for me when I was doing this chapter was trying to portray Anderson's accent. If I had a bit of a hard time trying to read his dialogue in the manga, what more of actually writing it out...erk...so forgive me if it's, like, totally off. I'm a real...um...n00b at it.

And...once again...it's only the voice of the villain for now...well...maaaaaaaybe it's the villain, maybe not. I'll let you readers keep on guessing. I should get around to making it more than just a voice in the next chapter.

Thingies and whatnots (and I got spam in the form of a two reviews...lovely) :

To Emerald-san: here ya go. Sorry for the long wait. Although, like always, something's happened to her...again...hehee.

To Ludifer-san: one serving of Seras vs Anderson and a tall glass of a cliff hanger already served.

To Sacred-san: Wikipedia is a wonderful thing. I spoiled myself with it many a times. :D I also skimmed through the...seventh novel I think...when I was at Boarders the last time to get two Hana-Kimi books and I got a good look at what went on in there. And, uh, looks like you had to wait even longer for this one...uh heh...sorry sorry!!

To Baku-san: -just smiles- as for the Millennium Nazis, to be honest, I'm still pondering on that. That's...pretty much...all I can tell you right now. :) ('Like that's helpful...', yeah, I know. I ask myself the same thing)

To Elite-san: continued and done. I'm hoping I can find some time to actually do the next chapter. It's December and my finals are coming around soon along with projects before the second quarter/first semester ends, along with some other stuffs, so I'll be rather busy myself.

And that, my dear readers, should be all I think...until next time! Thank you all for the reviews! I hit fifty on the 25th of last month, w00t! lol! Please review again. Thanks a lot!