HOLY EFFING CHRIST! IT'S BEEN LIKE 2 MONTHS! HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN! I am so sorry everyone. So sorry. Looks like I lost track of serious time. It also looks like I've had my first major bout of writer's block. I knew exactly what I wanted from this chapter, just not how to write it ya know? Weird. Thanks for holding on. We're back now.
Alucard gazed at the obscured moon. It was still waxing behind the invisible clouds, leading to a full moon a week or two down the road. Alucard yawned an unexcited yawn. For some reason, he doubted even a full moon could cheer him up now.
But cheer him up from what exactly? Alucard frowned. Something didn't feel right. This hadn't been how his after-life was supposed to play out.
"Here they come!" His fledgling called excitedly. She tried not to show it, but Alucard knew. He knew everything. Between mind-reading, and a couple millennia behind him, if he didn't know everything, then he was damned close.
"Master, get ready!" Seras yelled, lifting that cannon-sized gun of hers. 'I suppose that would be why they call it a anti-freak cannon as opposed to an anti-freak pistol…like you have.' A voice said to him.
"Hey." Alucard murmured back. "I can cause even more damage with my 'pistol' than any cannon any day." They were outside the hospital. Alucard, Seras and a large number of troops. It was one of the few times the troops and the elder vampire fought together.
Freaks were marching toward them. Vampires, ghouls, and once again, a werewolf or two. Alucard could smell them. Alucard considered drawing the Casull, but couldn't seem to work up the energy.
Integra had said "Stop them at all costs." Which to Alucard meant; "Stop them if the humans fail." Alucard knew it was a very loose translation, but he could live with it. For some reason, he just didn't feel like the whole fighting…thing…today.
He didn't feel like anything. All he wanted to do now was go to his room, close the lid on his coffin, and sleep…for a century or two….
Seras couldn't believe her master. He was just sitting on the steps, sprawled out like nothing was going on. Everyone could see the Freaks coming. Their front line was less than three blocks away. Yet Alucard hadn't moved an inch. The men were steeling themselves for the fight against the un-humans. And Seras herself was getting fidgety.
But Alucard? No! Never! Who cares if they were all about to be obliterated? Not Alucard. Nosiree. Seras knew. When time ends and the world stopped, Alucard would be the only one laughing during Armageddon day.
"You are right of course." Said the silver-haired man at her shoulder. Seras didn't bother asking where he came from.
"He's going to be at Armageddon? You can see the future?" Seras asked. The silver haired man grinned. "Baby, I'm Death. I can see everything. Especially Armageddon. It's my last day of work. And no. I can't see the future. I just happen to know all the possible futures that exist. And in most of them, he's laughing."
"What are you doing here, Mr. Reaper?" Seras asked him, now getting to the point. "You were gone earlier. I had thought you were gone for good."
"Don't worry, this is my last night of 'vacation'. I came to help even the odds. Alucard isn't going to fight tonight. And you guys would have been slaughtered without me."
Seras tried to ignore such a depressing comment. But before she could reply, "And yes." Death continued. "I don't usually take sides, so don't ask. And don't ask why I'm doing it today either. Just be glad I'm on your side."
"I thought your powers didn't work on vampires? Even the weak ones." Seras said pointedly.
"True" Death said, seeming to ponder it for a moment. "Let's see….does chopping them into little bitty pieces still work?" Seras nodded. "Good, then I've got it covered." Death said, his scythe appearing in his hand.
The troops raised their rifles and fire-arms. The Freaks were in range. The scythe shone in anticipation. Death (now in cloak and hood) laughed. "I haven't done in hands-on reaping in centuries! Let's have some fun!"
"Alright troops!" Pip shouted. "Let 'em have it!" Gunshots filled the night air. Seras fired off a round from her cannon. Death had seemingly disappeared, until Seras found him again racing at the enemy lines, before all of the speeding bullets. The scythe was swung, bullets found their mark, and a few of Hellsing's troopers fell. It was on.
Freaks leapt into the night air and landed only a few feet from the troops. Seras rushed forward to protect them. She used her Harkonnen as a battering ram, scattering the mass of vampires and ghouls. Using a free hand she literally ripped through her enemies.
She was weak, as she was constantly reminded by her master. But her weakness was still leagues above these simple Freaks.
"Back lines! Grenades! Launch ze Grenades!" Pip shouted. The troops immediately followed orders, and a chain of explosions rocked the area. It felt strange fighting outside of a hospital of all places, but Seras put it out of her mind.
Meanwhile, she stole a glance at her master. He hadn't moved. Nor were enemies attempting to attack him. Seras' mind returned to the battlefield. She wished they'd had more time to prepare. Hellsing troops were falling fast, and not only the students, but innocent patients were inside that hospital. Explosions? Gun-fire? Swarms of vampire freaks? It needed to be ended now.
Pip was shouting new orders. Seras in front, humans protecting the doors. Somehow, he hadn't seemed to have noticed the cloaked figure slashing his way through the Millennium forces. In fact, the battle was almost over, probably thanks to him.
Somehow, their forces were severely depleted. No group of humans could have done it so quickly. Seras couldn't even do it alone. Alucard could. Thinking about it, it made perfect sense that Death was the best in dealing out….himself….
Millennium seemed to have caught on to what they were dealing with. For the first and probably only time, Seras watched them retreat. She breathed a sigh of relief. They had come close to breaching the human barrier. It was all over now.
Walking up to their hooded savior, Seras noticed werewolf body parts in the gory scene. "I thought you needed silver for this kind of work" Seras stated aloud. Death laughed as he approached her. "I roll in style." He said, sliding a skeletal thumb along one of his scythe's blades. "Pure silver, going on a billion years old. Still works like a charm and shines like the sun." Death said fondly.
"Seras girl! Return to headquarters immediately." Pip called. Seras turned and gave the affirmative nod. "Well this is where we part." Death said with a sigh. "I'm done here, over-stayed my welcome. Be alive five centuries from now. Maybe I'll catch you again then."
Seras grinned and blinked. When her eyes snapped open again, he was gone. "Now woman! What ze hell are you looking at!" Pip yelled. "Don't just stand there like you're dead!"