Schraubenförmig

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Chapter Nine: Um das Lieblingtier abzudichten

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"Initiating visual 'MIST' on subject."

"All readings are normal. Subject shows no change."

"Begin command label S."

"Beginning command label S."

"Readings are starting to rise. No physical response from subject."

"Input code E, followed up by assessed restraints and restrictions."

"Inputting code E."

"Restraints and restrictions in place and ready."

"Subject remains immobile. Reinforcements strengthened. Chamber will be flooded upon audio command as precaution."

"Intensity level on test approaching previous stage of last testing."

"Each gate opening as predicted. Nothing out of the ordinary."

"Switching to semi-alert mode. Security and protection mechanisms on standby."

"Intensity level on command will be at the safe marker in thirty seconds."

"Initiating warning to all personnel within the facility. Subject exhibits no response."

"Intensity level on test will be at the safe marker in twenty-five seconds."

A man with gelled jet black hair in a three-piece grey business suit turned his upper torso to his right a little at a man sitting in a leather cushioned chair, "Do you think this will work this time, Sir Geoffrey?"

"Oh, don't worry, Canobie." The long blonde-haired and blue-eyed man chimed lightly in response. His elbows were on the arms of the chair and gloved fingers were intertwined with one another, "This time will definitely be different. We have run through simulations after simulations and taken into considering all probable scenarios and outcomes. We can't possibly go wrong now. We are fully prepared."

Geoffrey then slid his sly smooth eyes to hit up against the visual image of the other man at his side, a smile stretching his mouth, "Although I can understand why you're so cautious. You've already made the mistake of sounding your horn first before you drew your sword. Such an ill-fated Coward indeed...woes be to you, my friend."

"Really, must you remind me of that event, Sir?" Canobie sighed, his shoulders slumping.

"Just a friendly reminder is all. I mean you no harm," Geoffrey replied, skirting the tips of his fingers upon the thin lining of his lips that was slowly stretching to form a grin, "I didn't invert the winds to give you a second life for nothing. Use this chance to correct your missteps."

Canobie glanced at the other man then, silent with a sort of admiration in a way. His head lifted at the sounds of computer beeps in alarm as one of the bodies at the many control panels and computers spoke up, "Safe marker passed. Termination of procedure is no longer viable and is unachievable."

"Inputting R, A, and S. Subject is starting to scream."

Geoffrey's mouth upturned into a sickly sweet smile, seeing the glass in front of them beginning to crack, his fingers moving neatly to his right where a record player rested. He picked up the pin arm, setting it down as it had been running all this time, and a piece from the Die Entführung aus dem Serail opera spills from the churning disk, "Yes...that's it...that's it, my dear Seras...scream...scream for me..."

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"Geeze...why did we have to get stuck with guarding this stupid room? There doesn't seem to be any point." A soldier said with exasperation, coming out of attention stance to lean against the metal wall behind him, "I mean...we don't even know what we're guarding. It would help if we knew what was inside."

There was another man to his left on the other side of the large and heavily bolted mechanical door. He was silent as he kept up his appearance; spine straight, shoulders back, one hand holding the strap connected with his gun in a crisp fashion while the other rested at his side. Both were dressed in black uniforms that were styled in an adaptation of old German uniforms that included black shined boots and leather belts lined with pockets and other weapons such as knives and other artillery designed for one-handed use. A mask was over their mouths with a black helmet curved out at the bottom atop their heads and leather gloves at their hands.

"If we knew what was inside, maybe I'll be more enthusiastic about standing out here for, like, forever on end without a shift until after 13 hours. Which reminds me, why is it 13? Why couldn't it be a nice, little even number like 10? 9 would be better."

His guard-partner continued his stand without words, nor even a glance or a twitch. Just breathing and standing.

"I should have been crazy to take on a job like this. I should've known I would've been stuck with a dumb assignment, but nothing as boring and mediocre as this. This is like, the bottom line of boredom city."

Silence was his only reply from the other man.

"Actually, this is beyond boredom city. It's more like boredom and stupidity world right here where I'm standing and supposedly 'guarding'." The talkative soldier then scoffed, "Man...you don't talk much, do you, Jakey?"

"No. Now shut the hell up."

"Wow! I actually got one...two...four...six words out of you!"

A cough then came from in front of them as a medium-well decorated male stood in front of the door and the two guards as slightly narrowed brown eyes framed by a few dirty blonde strand raised a brow at them, "Do we have a problem here, Jake? Jacob?"

The two men blinked at him then stood at attention; with the rascal Jacob scrambling and stumbling over himself before saluting quickly in time with his partner Jake, "No, Sir Captain, Sir!"

"That's better."

Jacob then let his hand snap back to his side, "Captain, permission to speak freely!"

The captain glanced over at him with a blonde brow still raised, "...go on."

"May I inquire as to what we are guarding?"

The captain watched his subordinate like a looming vulture circling over a weak, unsuspecting prey rather arrogantly then a small smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Would you like to find out for yourself?"

Jacob blinked as he watched his superior walk over to the door and take out a card key, placing it into a small slot that opened up, "I can?"

"Of course you can. Nothing dangerous, mind you."

Jake watched from the corner of his eye warily as a panel materialized next to the card key slot and their captain input a code with a quick run of his white gloved fingers on the projected image. The captain took out another card and slid it through the open slot and did another series of patterned and rhythmic strokes before the panel lit up in a green color and disappeared. The large mechanical door pinged before it slowly spread apart in the opening command. Another door lay behind it in bars of thick metal and concrete in which that, too, opened. Several other layers of different composition and even lasers drew back and cleared a pathway into the room.

The captain then looked at Jacob, "Go right ahead."

Jacob looked to him as if hesitant. He clearly saw just how tightly the room was secured and now he was second guessing himself. However, curiosity won over his common sense and he walked through. His feet connected to a bridge of weaved metal that seemed to make him feel slightly heavier as he trekked through a small, short hallway. Under the bridge was a rippling blue substance lining the floor, wall, and ceiling; covering all around.

Finally the walk broke into darkness with only light from the outside to see by, but even that was very faint as the light could only crawl five feet on the floor that barely scraped the dimness. Jacob blinked and looked around quickly then slowly, trying to make his eyes adjust. It would be a few minutes before he spoke up, "Hey, there's nothing here...there's nothing here!"

The captain and Jake blinked, "What? There's nothing there? There should be something!"

"I'm not joking," Jacob turned to look at them, "There's nothing here! So are you telling me that I've been here for almost 13 hours straight, guarding a room that's empty?!"

A sudden rush of cold breeze brushed against his body and immediately the hairs on the back of the curious soldier's neck rose. A very large, impending towering presence begot the sense of danger, a heightened fright, and doom even as the wind died down. Jacob could barely even register just what lurked behind him in the shadow of his frame before words growled passed his ears,

"...woe be t' the unfortunate wretch, says I..."

Hands seemed to materialize out of the shadows in a white form of color as Jacob's neck were crushed beneath fingers, blood vessels swelling and bursting under immense pressure, making sprays of the crimson spout into the air. The head soon followed as the remaining body was hefted up and thrown to the side, even if it still twitched with the last remnants of a thumping heart. Jacob's head hovered for a moment before it was hurled out of the opened barriers into the chest of the stunned captain. The white hands floated up and pushed against glasses that gleamed with the light from the halls and a smile stretched up.

Jake froze, his mind going blank with his mouth opened, his body slightly soiled with the death of his guarding-partner. A moment later, he and his superior quickly took out their weapons and began to open fire out of more fear than the intense training they had to go through.

Alexander Anderson charged out then, making his way passed all the barriers that were beginning to close shut due to sound disturbances with his enhanced speed. Heading directly into the onslaught of bullets, he cried out with a hysterical glee, "No weapons formed against me shall prosper!! Justice is to thine own hands!!!"

The guards' screams reverberated throughout the isolated sector, alerting the other troops within and initiating a red alert. Anderson was hunched over Jake and the captain's ripped and messy corpses. His clothes were torn and a portion of his overall coat was dirtied and missing. His glasses was also damaged from being handled forcibly by the soldiers that had captured him, but his gloves and the cross he hung around his neck still remained clean.

Numbers of heavy footsteps were approaching, mingling with the sounds of metal automated weapons, and Anderson couldn't help but allow his smile to reign free and wild, shadows covering his face, "...I be havin' me ae bit o fun...such lost little an' poor wretches..."

He straightened himself, bending his back backwards slightly as he reeled his head, his face heavy with rapture coming into light, forming his words fully now, "O Father thou art in Heaven, watch over me as I deliver these poor souls from evil and back into your grace!!"

Walls and rows of guns stacked in between, on top, and under one another into a formulated order, all aiming their barrels and targets at Anderson. A green mist flowed from the chambers and fell to the floor. Behind every weapon was a fully armored soldier all in white with a sort of gas mask over their face and obscured each identity. More was approaching from surrounding sectors to address the incident. But before anyone could move their finger on the trigger, Anderson hunched forward and launched himself into the crowd, joints in fingers cracking and twitching as if itching,

"Convert, all ye heathens! Convert and thou shall be saved!"

Beneath the reports of the ammo, the Paladin's laughter roared.

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"What is it that you wish of me now, my master?" Alucard said with a disgruntled look, part of his lip pulled back in a slight snarl that showed the tip of one fang. He stood in Integra's office without his hat and glasses, arms at his sides.

"Talk to me like that again and I'll have you shot." Integra retorted back. Her patience with the sulking Count was wearing more than thin. She sighed heavily and folded her hands together on the table above several papers laid out, "But that's besides the point...with you being at a loss, it's been very difficult on finding out what happened to Seras. But our little chat downstairs, I have a hunch on who it is we're facing. It's not accurate, but everything needs to be taken into consideration."

"Then what is it? I grow weary of all these riddles."

The head of the Hellsing organization looked beyond her glasses with a slightly narrowed gaze. She could see Alucard appeared to be slightly thinner than usual and his skin pale. She heard from Walter that he barely takes any medical blood these past couple of days, and Alucard no longer seemed to find pleasure in tormenting the Hellsing soldiers. Integra pondered these things when she glanced at him for a few moments then spoke, "A ghost."

The flamboyantly dressed Alucard raised a brow slowly at her, "Out of all my years with you, I've never heard you say things like that."

Integra propped her elbows up, "Precisely. Because I haven't said anything about it I'm being serious, as absurd as it sounds, that it's a ghost. A 12th century ghost to be exact. It was all I could get from the clues we have so far."

Her fingers moved some papers aside to get to the night photo of the asylum some missions back where Seras was sent with two units. Most of the men from that time were now resting in an ever growing graveyard. Integra continued, "The writings were 12th century text, as I've mentioned before, that said 'I have come for my servant and I will take back what is mine'. There are many possibilities as to where it came from since 12th century was full of events around the world, but with other clues around the perimeter of the asylum, there was an indirect message that the event that caused this message originated from England."

Integra pulled out a file from the side of her desk and opened it, "Narrowing down the possibilities, and considering the story I asked you for, the only thing noticeable out of all the recordings of that century makes me ask you this question: do you know Geoffrey de Mandeville?"

Alucard raised a brow, "Which one? There are two."

"Yes, but despite their blood relation only one of them is the 1st Earl of Essex."

"I don't see where you're going with this, Integra. You were never one to believe in ghosts. Spirits don't come back to life."

"And the world thought you had long gone to the deepest levels of hell and stayed there for all eternity, but yet here you stand." Integra replied back with her own brow raised, "I do not believe in ghosts...nor do I even begin to think that Mandeville has returned, but from the way things are looking, everything needs to be taken into some sort of consideration. Our soldiers have searched each target of Walter's viruses but there was nothing, so this is all we have for now."

"Hmph..."

A knock came at the door and both of them looked up as the butler stepped in, bowing low at the waist, "Sir Integra, Alucard, excuse me."

Integra straightened her posture, one elbow propped up and her other arm lying on the table, "Yes, Walter, what is it?"

Walter ventured deeper into the room and came to her side to the small computer at her desk; using one hand he clicked a quick command code, "If I may. This is something you need to see."

Alucard watched silently, crossing his arms as he heard a news channel come up. The voice of a man spoke through the speakers, "This is just in. Yet another Reverend and his family were found brutally murdered..."

Another channel was switched to where it showed a female anchor, "Authorities responded to an emergency situation at a church where everyone at a night mass was massacred..."

Another switch to an elder anchor, "Our thoughts go out to the relatives and friends of the Norman, Martin, Smith, and Wilcox families..."

Another switch to a woman who is distraught and barely could manage her words through her never ending tears of anguish and pain, "I don't understand! Who would want to do this to my mother and my daughter?! They didn't do anything wrong! They were both very good people!!"

Another switch, "As of now, there has been six families slaughtered this night, leaving no one in their houses alive. Some have been sleeping, others still infants, elderly, or unborn. No real connection between all of them has been made as of now. Just who is doing these heinous and unspeakable crimes? We, as well as other news stations, will continue to monitor this crisis of mass murder and will immediately inform everyone. Authorities will do all they can, but everyone, please stay inside and lock your doors, and..."

Integra stared, her eyes once cool steel blue orbs wide with absolute and complete shock. Her hands were in fists on the table and she gritted her teeth, her body shaking at what she was hearing. Alucard narrowed his crimson eyes with a look that seemed just barely showed that he was disgusted by the news as his master spoke up in a tight hiss, "...no...there is a connection alright...they were all people of religious faith to God, our homeland and heritage..."

Walter looked at her with a solemn and sorrow filling behind his eyes, pausing then turned back to the computer and input one more command, bringing up one last online video, "This is happening right now, Sir Integra. Judging by how quick these deaths are occurring, occurring not in any constant area, and pictures I was able to obtain, these are truly not done by a normal human."

An anchor woman in her early forties with glasses looked down at her papers, seeming to be unable to speak for a minute then raised her head slowly to look at the camera. It was very hard for her to open her mouth, but the words then dripped through, "...killers seem to be on the prowl tonight, but after so many deaths, more is still coming. We have reports that St. Francis, an all-girls school, is being infiltrated by the murderers. Police has gone in several minutes ago. There are sounds of gunfire from inside..."

Integra slowly got to a stand, her chair pulled back out of the way by Walter. She didn't speak as her hand pressed a key to mute the news. Her expression was drawn back to a blank, preventing any indication as to what she was thinking. The sound of a grandfather clock's minute hand clicking to the twelfth marker in the hallway could be heard our of the eerie silence that fell on the Hellsing mansion, triggering a tolling that said it was midnight.

At the third toll, a grin pushed against Alucard's mouth, his voice smooth as silk but arrogant as ever. Something stirred within him that he hadn't felt for what seemed like forever: the feeling of a thrill, "What will you do, my master?"

At the fifth toll, Walter turned his head at his mistress, just watching. He had also spent many years with Integra, cared for her, stayed with her, did all that he could, and only a few times had he seen her like this. His elderly eyes picked up the distinct rage that was burning beneath her cool composure, and he, too, couldn't deny himself a small smirk.

"Your orders...my master..." Alucard's grin was widening.

Integra's hands suddenly came down flat, fast, and hard on the table, letting the feeling of fiery anger consume her face and invade her body language, "Your orders are to head to St. Francis! Get through the security by any means necessary! Anything standing in your way: destroy! I don't care what or who! We must take out this killer at all cost! Search the enemy and destroy them!! Search and destroy, search and destroy!!!"

Silence had no more place in the room as the twelfth toll struck and Alucard chuckled at first, then it grew and grew into a laugh. His hand went through his long black hair, the symbol on his gloves briefly glowing red as his eyes were smoldering, "Good...very good...as you wish, my master, as you wish!!"

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Horrid and terror screams echoed from the bloody corridors that were littered with limbs, entrails, organs, torn pieces of clothes, hair and skin, as well as many other parts of the human body as well as the bodies themselves. The smell of death and fear hung thick like the fogs of London mingled with the sharp will of hunger as Alucard stepped through the broken doors. There was a fire breaching a floor at one of the housing buildings. He felt many eyes on him as the vampire walked deeper; eyes of the dead and undead. Alucard continued to wear his grin, finding himself unable to stop. His fingers seemed to react the same way as they kept flexing once every so often. Behind him were a number of police cars and the bodies of those in them and around the area, whether they were the police themselves or not, were now torn to shreds and left to soak in their blood.

Unison of groans came from the dark hall ahead of him and the white, bare eyes of ghouls greeted the red-clad newcomer. There was a small group of at least ten strong, one more or less, all females. That could only mean that they were most likely teachers, and were freshly changed. Alucard only scoffed once at this and his hand began to reach for his gun.

He suddenly blinked behind his yellow glasses. The ghouls were being stationary, and despite the police forces that came in heavily armed, none of the undead that was in his way carried any weapons. It was like they were waiting for something. The pause was then flicked away and the silver gleam from his Casul became visible before the Nosferatu fired off several explosive rounds and cleared a path. Alucard threw his arm back behind him soon after and pulled the trigger as another crowd of ghouls ran towards him.

Alucard gritted his teeth, letting his empty cartridge fall to the floor as he slammed in another one, "Fools...they haven't been given any orders except to feast on their own. This is a waste of my time."

He walked forward, venturing further into school, gunning down whatever walking corpses that came into site, or the ones laying on the floor that began to move. The male vampire lifted his head slightly when the bells of St. Francis suddenly started to ring almost out of control in the church. At that very moment, ghouls started to pour out of rooms and from the outside, breaking the glass windows and doors, some now bearing a gun or other forms of weapons and opened fire.

Alucard smirked and sped forward, dodging each bullet swiftly, stabilizing the Casul on his arm and shot each head accurately. He took out his Jackal as well, making his way through towards the large double-doors which would lead to the church. Using both guns, he aimed it at the entry way and unleashed the two clips, making the door shatter to splinters and pieces before he jumped in...then stopped cold.

The marble room was another place for carnage and a meal area for ghouls. More bodies of students both young and older teenagers were thrown all about the place: bashed into walls and into the thick church benches and not one were completely whole. From hearts to heads to hands to necks to pelvises, almost anything were smeared along the floor or eaten. Some of the girls were barely still alive, but then the ghouls were there to tear into that life and eat it out of existence.

But that wasn't what stopped Alucard.

A towering silver cross was at the head of the church and it was splattered with red. The sounds of several bodies being ripped apart echoed in the hollow hall and fresh sprays of blood drenched the cross. A long, dark red tongue began to lap at the blood then, white streams of smoke rising up in the air from the contact. White gloves that burned with purple markings glowed fiercely in the shadows of two crescent moons on each one encased in a circle and could be seen against the edges of the cross. Outside that circle surrounding it on the gloves were the phrases Gott sei ohne Anmut, Gott schläft jetzt, and Höllentore sind offen.

Alucard's hands tightened viciously on both the Jackal and Casul. This scent was undeniable, the physique wasn't a lie, the feel, the presence...and there was no mistake about the soft dandelion hair.

"...Police girl..."

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Chapter Nine: In Order to Seal the Beloved Beast

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Halloooooooooooo, my dear readers! It's been months, hasn't it? What's my excuse? Nothing, really. I did graduate from high school this past June though, and my birthday was this month. I was planning to get this chapter out before then, and also write several more before I went off to college this coming fall. Buuuuuut...I didn't...uh heh. Like usual, I goofed off and got lazy, thought about picking my fanfic back up (but didn't), spend hours on Maple...you know, the usual stuffs. I do apologize for my tardiness however! I'm very, very sorry!!

And...huh, wow. I don't have much to reply back for this chapter, lol. By the way, I'm not sure if it'll apply to story alerts, but I'll be doing some minor editing on my previous chapters in the near future. I've found several errors here and there (like my first chapter for instance in the disclaimer part...erk...) so I'll be editing those. I'll start on my next chapter though in the mean time. Probably slowly though...

Anderson is back in the picture! I left him out in the last one, heh...I think. Now you people have a name to slap on the face of Seras' captor. Lots of killings, lotsa blood...all those good things. Oh, before I get, here's a translation of the German words I used in here:

Die Entführung aus dem Serail– "The Abduction from Seraglio". It's one of around twenty-two operas done by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. 'The Abduction from Seraglio' is composed of three acts and was presented to the public in 1782.

As for Gott sei ohne Anmut, Gott schläft jetzt, and Höllentore sind offen...well...you'll have to tune in next time for the tenth chapter to find that out. Hehehehee!

Alrighty, now I can sleep easy! I've had less sleep these past several days than I did in school because I was constantly thinking and typing up this chapter. Leave a review, please, and thank you! See you all next time!

P.S. – I know how some of you were confused about the Anderson-language, so I'll make a note somewhere that will remind me to make some separate form in my story that translates everything into English.