Alucard
He had to say, he was impressed by her performance in her first mission. She'd not hesitated in opening fire on the pitiful disgrace for a draculina. Her vampiric eyesight allowed her to see her target just fine, but she hadn't used her third eye, and missed the first shot, but she followed his instructions concerning her third eye to the letter, and hit the target right through the heart the second time.
About a week later, it was the second mission he'd been accompanied by Seras. A hospital in Badwick, Ireland. Everyone had been turned into ghouls. He went in first to clear out most of the ghouls so his young fledgling didn't get overwhelmed, then he called for her to enter the battle.
She did well. He watched her clear the ghouls he'd left for her on the first floor with his third eye. She paused momentarily when she broke the door down. "I'm sorry about this," She said. "I'd cure you if I could, but there's no way to. I hope you all rest in peace. Uh, bless you and your families." She said, before mercilessly opening fire on them, putting a bullet in the heart or head of each one (she seemed to like going for the heads). By the time she reached the second floor, her vampiric side had taken over.
He shot one in the head that she hit, but failed to kill. "Police girl, remember to shoot for the heart or the head," He reminded her. "Just remember: these people did not become undead ghouls by choice. There's no way to cure them once they've been changed. It's for their own sake that we put them to rest as quickly as possible."
Her eyes red as blood, she turned around with a sadistic smile and said huskily as she reloaded her gun, "Sir! Yes sir, my Master."
His mind traveled to very different context and he couldn't help but smile and let out a groan/sigh at the thought. Never happening, Alucard. He told himself.
Doors opened, and ghouls stepped out into the hall, groaning. She cocked her gun with another smirk and took off down the hall, dodging bullets and finally sliding across the floor and opening fire until they were all dead except one, which she knocked to the ground with a punch and stomped on it's head, steadily adding more pressure until it exploded under her boot, splattering blood all over her pretty face.
"Now, you're starting to understand what it is to be a vampire." Alucard said with approval.
She didn't hear him. Her back was to him, and she was staring at the blood on her hands. Drink it, come on, drink it. Alucard silently willed, grinning. Her tongue came out, but just as she was about to lick it off her gloved fingers, she snapped to attention, looked around, and suddenly ducked to one side just as a bayonet came flying out of nowhere and buried itself in the wall behind her. Had Seras not moved, it would have gone right through her, but it barely grazed her arm. "Ouch!" She cried in surprise. A lot more bayonetts came flying at her, and she dropped to the ground. Every single one missed her.
Alucard growled, looking at the blades buried in the wall at the end of the hall. He could see the glowing gold runes on the handles. "Blessed blades?" He said aloud. What were they doing here? And more importantly, who was throwing them? Pieces of paper that oddly resembled pages of the bible suddenly came flying down the hall and were pinned to all of the walls by multiple smaller knives.
"A barrier?"
Whoever was here, they knew what they were doing. This was not good. Usually, he'd call dealing with an experienced Vatican (that was most likely who it was) Exorcist 'fun', but his fledgling was here! He didn't want anything to happen to her.
Alucard turned to the other end of the hall when he heard droplets of a liquid (most likely blood) hitting a wood floor, and the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Bayonets and heavy footsteps? He was pretty sure he knew who was about to come around the corner. He'd heard of 'Angel's Dust' Anderson, but he'd never had the pleasure of meeting nor fighting him. Alucard grinned at the prospect of the challenge.
Sure enough, a large priest with a scar on his face, a gold cross around his neck, spiky blonde hair, and blue eyes with round glasses came walking around the corner. He stopped and turned to them. He grinned with square teeth when he saw them. Blood dripped from the bayonets he held in each hand.
"We are the servants of God and the messengers of his justice. We are the divine instruments of his wrath on Earth. We are called upon to cleanse his kingdom, bringing ash from the flesh of thine enemies." He said. As he finished, he formed a cross in front of his face with his bloody bayonets. "Praise to our Lord." He said, his eyes dilated with a hint of insanity.
"Dafuq?" Seras muttered behind him.
Coming from someone who had not fought in the crusades and wasn't already used to this heretic crap, Alucard could see exactly where she was coming from.
"Beautiful moon tonight, don't you think?" Anderson asked in a scottish accent.
Alucard didn't answer the Palatin, he just smiled and anticipated the upcoming fight.
"What the bloody hell are you smiling about?" She whispered, turning to him. She hissed in pain, clutching the spot on her arm where it had grazed her. "Damn, that hurts!"
"Your voice sounds so very lovely when you're whimpering in agony, young lady." The Palatin said. "Don't worry, though. You're not dying, yet. It's been awhile since I've had a good hunt. I plan on enjoying this."
"A lot of people have tried and failed to kill me." Seras said. "I see no reason why you'd be the one to do it." Something in her tone was… different. Serious, hardened. A tone he'd never heard her speak in before. He kind of liked it.
"Vatican Section 13, the Iscariot Organization." Alucard said, addressing this new foe.
"Right you are, you pathetic Hellsing dogs." Anderson said, starting to walk forwards, again.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words shall never hurt me, Father Alexander Anderson." Seras said. Alucard was surprised. How did she know who he was?
"I'd expect your Master to know me, but not you, little one." The exorcist said.
"Sir Integra let me read through some files. I read about you." She said.
"Your fledgling is a brave one. And you must be Alucard, the housebroken vampire, the monster who hunts his own kind. The famous Hellsing family pet."
Alucard motioned for Seras to get behind him, and she did so.
"What have you done with the vampire we were hunting?" Alucard asked, starting to walk towards Anderson.
"Dead. Not much fun, really." He said. "I didn't really have time to enjoy it."
Angel Ride
Was everyone in England sadistic as hell, or was it that she had the misfortune of running into the weirdest bunch in all of Europe?
Angel knew a fight was coming. There was a tension in the air, which seemed to get tenser with each heavy footstep. She could hear their thoughts, lusting for combat. She stood with her heels slightly off the ground, ready to dart in any direction, whether it be in Alucard's defense, or to run like hell.
The two men suddenly stopped, standing shoulder-to-shoulder, but not looking at each other. Angel's wings itched to spread out and take flight, but she resisted the urge.
"Seems you two are the only ones left." Father Anderson said after a pause. (She hadn't really read about him in a file, she'd gotten his name out of his head easily)
"Really?" Alucard asked. He was smiling in an almost maniacal sort of way. They looked so calm, but Angel knew: they were both like arrows, at the moment. The bowstring was pulled all the way back, and they were ready to fire in an instant.
Suddenly, the two men turned on each other. Anderson buried two bayonets in Alucard's neck. Alucard gagged, but aimed his gun, Jackal, and shot Anderson straight through his left eye. Anderson's body flew back against the wall and his body hit the floor and drywall with a heavy thud. Blood went everywhere.
"You attacked a vampire head-on in the middle of the night." Alucard said, ripping the bayonets out of himself. He dropped them to the floor and they buried themselves in the wood. "You didn't even try to catch me by surprise. You were a brave man, Father. But you're also a fool."
Angel could still feel activity coming from Father Anderson's mind (he'd been shot through the eye into his brain, how dafuq was that possible?!), and she knew he wasn't dead. "Master-"
"Don't speak. You've been cut by a blessed blade. Your body won't heal that so easily. It needs all the energy it can to heal that cut. Now just-"
At that moment, not-dead Anderson stood up behind Alucard. Angel saw his eyes widen with alarm. "LOOK OUT!" She roared.
Anderson laughed as he stabbed two bayonets straight through her Master's shoulders. "What?!" He cried in surprise. And Angel wasn't going to lie, this was getting on a new level of weird, even for her standards.
Alucard ran forwards, effectively getting both bayonets out of himself. His shoulders healed in an instant, and he did a front-flip, firing multiple rounds at Anderson while he was still upside-down. Angel hit the dirt to avoid getting hit, but couldn't help but be mesmerized by the skill and power of the two as they fought. Anderson got hit multiple times, but he rolled over and landed on his feet, completely unharmed.
He's not human. Or at least, not all human. Angel realized. She started looking through his thoughts for an explanation and came to a startling conclusion. He's a mutant! Not a hybrid, like me and the Flock, but he's been genetically altered!
Anderson stood up and started running at Alucard full speed with a battle cry. Anderson ran past Alucard, slicing him twice on the side in the process, and turned around once he got to the end of the hall. Alucard was still shooting at Anderson, but was getting zero results. Anderson blocked his face as the bullets hit him, then both of his arms shot down to his sides. Bayonets came out of his sleeves, five per hand, and he threw them at Alucard with a yell. They flew towards her Master like silver streaks, so fast and hard that the windows shattered. And her Master was grinning! In fact, they both were.
This is fun to them! She realized. They're both crazy!
Her Master, with perfect aim, shot each one out of the air before they could hit him. But Anderson took the distraction as an opportunity. He tackled Alucard and pinned him to the wall at the end of the hall by his hands with two bayonets.
Immortal vampire or no, that had to hurt!
Anderson pulled out two more bayonets (srsly, where were these things coming from?!). Alucard's bullets popped out of Anderson's body, and his wounds healed over. "Amen!" He said with a sadistic grin.
"A regenerator." She heard her Master say. Srsly?! You're pinned to the wall with f**king swords through your hands, and that's all you have to say?!
"Correct. A living weapon engineered by the human race to defeat vile monsters like you." He snarled.
He threw multiple bayonets into her Master's body with a grunt, and they buried themselves in the wall and window behind him. He wasn't going, anywhere. With a grin, he pulled out two more bayonets and started walking towards her Master with that sadistic grin back on.
This, was when Angel thought it best to intervene.
Alucard
Just before Anderson could take Alucard's head off, the most unexpected thing happened. "OH NO, YOU DON'T!" Seras roared as she charged. Anderson barely had time to turn around before her boot was connecting with the side of his skull. Hard. So hard in fact, that Anderson was sent right into the adjacent wall. Seras grabbed the bayonets buried in Alucard's hands and ripped them out with a cry of pain as the blessed blades touched her.
"Police Girl! Run!" Alucard barked. Just as Anderson snapped out of his shock and made a grab for her. Seras darted backwards and did a few roundoffs before landing on her feet in a fighting stance, facing them with a look on her face that meant business.
Anderson threw two bayonets at her and she dodged them with ease. Watching her, Alucard couldn't help but feel a surge of pride, knowing that she was his fledgling.
"Well, well. It seems I've underestimated my little draculina." Anderson said, fixing his glasses and starting to walk towards her.
"You're not the first." She said, balling her hands into fists.
"Quite the bold one, aren't you? Careful. That kind of confidence will get you killed."
"I've been told that before, too. But, here I am. And you're mistaking sarcasm for confidence. When you're cornered, I've actually found it to be quite an effective defense."
"This'll be like a walk in the park. I'll enjoy killing you." Anderson said, pulling out two more bayonets.
"Oooh, he don't know me very well, do he?" Seras said with a downright evil grin, mimicking the voice of a looney tunes character.
"Police Girl! Get out of here!" Alucard roared.
Anderson charged at her. Seras dodged both swipes he made at her and made it look easy. Anderson had clearly expected it to be an easy kill, because he faltered as his mind registered that he'd missed, and Seras took that opportunity to land a beautiful roundhouse kick right in the gut. Anderson doubled over, and she did a jump front kick right to the nose. Pow! Crack! Alucard heard the priests' nose break.
Something about the sound snapped Alucard out of his trance, and he started ripping bayonets out of his chest, ignoring the burning sensation as the blessed blades touched his hands.
Seras had successfully pissed Anderson off, and was having a harder time dodging his bayonets. One clipped her on the shoulder. She cried out and faltered, and Anderson lunged, wrapping his fingers around her throat. Seras let out a strangled scream. He was holding her in the air by her neck, and was pulling out a bayonet.
"Ye put up more of a fight than expected, that's for sure." He said.
Alucard ripped out the last bayonet and exploded forwards just as the bayonet started moving towards her heart. But, Seras was faster. He saw her boot connect with Anderson's face, and her elbow come down on Anderson't elbow. Alucard heard it break. But as Seras was flying backwards, away from Anderson…
BOOM!
An explosion suddenly took out the entire wall to Alucard's right. Alucard was thrown backwards and his back hit the wall. He groaned and looked up. Anderson and Seras had also gone flying against the wall, and they too, were groggily looking around.
Alucard suddenly noticed the sound of a helicopter's blades, and all the dust was blown away from the opening in the wall, revealing multiple large figures. Wolf men. But Alucard had never seen werewolves like these, before.
Seras was already on her feet, her stance ready for battle. Alucard stood up next, followed by Anderson. Search lights fell on them from a chopper not too far out of the opening, and more wolf men jumped out of it. Wait, no. There were two choppers. No, three!
Holy shit, there was an entire operation outside, made up of wolf men with guns. Yep, guns. Every single one of them was armed to the teeth. And they weren't looking at Alucard or Anderson. No. They were looking right at Seras with wide grins.
"Erasers and Flyboys!" Seras snarled.
"Hello, little thing." The one in the front said. "You're wanted back at the lab."
"Go to hell. I am never living in a cage, again. No force in heaven nor hell can make me!" She spat.
"Friends of yours, Seras?" Alucard asked.
"Far from it. These guys are the definition of evil." She snarled. Then, she turned to look at him and smiled. "And by the way Master, it's not Seras Victoria."
Then, a gorgeous pair of gigantic white wings exploded out of the holes cut in the back of her uniform. Alucard and Anderson gasped in surprise and awe.
"My name is Angel. Long live the Flock."
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