Disclaimer: Next chapter here. The wolf pack finish up their fights and re-group before heading off to the Tower of London. Alucard and Victor meet up deep within and begin their battle. Dante arrives at a later time to aid the vampire count but Victor proves to be far more powerful then previously thought. And to top it off Seras, distraught at the horrific scenes of war sinks to true despair and emerges a true vampire. The battle for London rages on culminating in a clash of supernatural power unlike any seen before. Enjoy!
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Chapter Fourteen-"Murder Club"
Raul dropped to one knee, panting heavily. He was cut severely across his chest and had been pierced through his back. Bleeding he growled as he glared at his opponents. He continued to duel with Kronos with the latter demonstrating his mysterious powers. The vampire chuckled, arms folded as he watched the ailing Werewolf. In front were his tattoo spirits, the lion beast growling while the hyena cackled before snapping its jaws. The jackal snarled and the ogre gripped its club tightly. "I'm surprised you have lasted this long, Werewolf. But it's only a matter of time. Even you won't be able to survive much longer. I predict you won't even last five more minutes." he said confidently. Raul growled, standing up he winced in pain. Gripping both swords he braced himself. The lion roared before charging. Their weapons clashed as they exchanged blows. Raul parried with one sword before cutting its arm off. It howled in pain as the hyena ran up. Cackling wildly it bit into his arm, Raul winced before beating it in the head. The ogre bellowed before smashing him in the face with his club. "God damn it!" Raul shouted in pain. The hyena then tossed him to the ground. The jackal jumped on top and bit and tore at his torso. Raul's fangs enlarged as he in turn bit the jackal who whined and jumped off. Rolling to his feet he ducked underneath the swing of the ogre before punching the brute through the chest.
Raul watched in horror as the ogre pulled his arm all the way through the fresh wound. Growling he was kicked hard in the stomach as he flew back several feet before rolling to a stop. All four beasts then stood together, the lion regenerated its severed arm before picking up its sword. Cursing Raul spat out blood and stumbled to his feet. Panting he shook his head. "Damn it all!" he swore. Kronos laughed, clapping his hands. "Despair, I want to see true despair." he said. Raul didn't respond. Shaking his head he took a deep long sigh. "I guess I have no choice. I would have preferred not to use it but you forced my hand." he said. Kronos cocked his head, "Oho, so you have a trump card? Not that it will make much difference" he said.
Raul spat out more blood before wiping his mouth. Chuckling he waved his hand. "You have no idea how wrong you are. I'm more of a hands on guy which is why I prefer not to have to use this technique. It's been years since I was forced to use it in a fight." he said. He surveyed the battle scene. Fire burned in several spots engulfing the scene in orange and yellow light. Nodding his head he spoke again. "Fire. It's such an interesting element. People assume it just burns and destroys. But it's not. Fire is life and energy. It moves, breathes and grows. Almost like it has a will of its on." Raul said causing Kronos to raise his eyebrow. "What the hell are you going on about?" he asked.
Raul took three steps forward, balling his fists his gaze intensified. "Did you know, there are many different colors of fire? People think the standard red, orange and yellow flames are the hottest. But they aren't. There's green, purple and even white flames." he explained. As he talked the flames surrounding them began to dissipate. Kronos looked on in curiosity. It wasn't long before all the flames of their battle ground blew out. Smoke and ash rose to the air. Smirking, Raul chuckled before speaking. Kronos turned back to him, now more wary and cautious then curious. "But the hottest and most powerful type of fire, is blue." he said. And with that the fires sparked again. Only this time they were a brilliant blue color. The flames burned with tremendous force and intensity. They were blue colored with a hint of white. The very tips of the flame were colored black. Kronos brought both his hands up, deeply disturbed. "What? What are these flames?" he shouted. Raul spread his arms out, flames circling him before completely smoldering him. Holding out his right arm they gathered in his palm, a sphere of bright and intense blue fire began to crack and spark. "I can control fire. It's my one unique power. My flames burn blue, they are much stronger then the typical fire you encounter. They burn hotter, they have a concussive force and can destroy anything in its path. Fire is life but it is also death. Kronos, you should feel honored. I haven't used these powers in nearly a century. Prepare yourself" Raul stated. He increased the heat and force of his flames. The roar of the fire was overwhelming. Kronos at one point shielded his eyes. Gazing at Raul he actually shuddered with fear. His visage was of fierce anger and malice. The raw power of the flames causing his clothes to flap from the heat and wind generated. Kronos looked on in horror. "What...what kind of being is he to control flames such as these? It's as if I'm being sucked into the bowels of Hell itself." he said. Raul squeezed his right palm, "Come and get it." he said.
Sergei and Alex both panted heavily, covered in bruises and deep lacerations. Rashkor hissed before beating its chest. Amelia, growing more and more impatient yawned in boredom. "I expected more from two Werewolves. Ah well, go ahead Rashkor. Crack their heads open and eat their insides." she said gesturing with her hand. Sergei frowned, he and Alex both turned to each other. They didn't speak or move for several moments. Sighing the twin brothers shrugged their shoulders and stood up. Their injuries beginning to heal. Alex cocked a grin, "Change?" he asked. Sergei nodded. "Change" he said in affirmation. "Full power?" Alex asked again. "Full power" Sergei answered. Amelia rose an eyebrow as she sat upright. "Ah what the hell?" Alex said shrugging.
Both brothers relaxed their muscles. Their eyes began to glow with greater intensity. Rearing back they let out a long loud howl, echoing in the night air. Their clothes began to rip and tear, their muscular frames expanding along with their size. Fur covered their entire bodies, their face shifting into a long snout with fearsome teeth. Their nails turning to talon like claws. Snarling and growling they transformed into their wolf forms. Alex shifting into a gray colored wolf, Sergei's wolf form was a mix of red and brown. Both Werewolves leaned back and roared, a powerful sound as it shook the ground. Rashkor in turn roared back. Sergei and Alex both charged forward. Their speed was astounding, disappearing in quick blurs. Sergei slashed the behemoth across the back, blood spilling out. Alex slashed three times across its torso. Rashkor howled in pain before punching and swiping at the two wolves. Sergei caught one punch, using his obscene strength he flipped the beast and tossed it into a damaged truck. Alex bounded after him, roaring and snapping his jaws. Rashkor stood back up and roared back. All three began an intense duel. Biting, tearing, slashing, clawing, punching and kicking with great force. The ground cracked and broke from the force of their attacks. Alex was knocked aside but rolled to a stop. Shaking his head he curled his snout back in a menacing growl. Rashkor hissed, but then yelled out in pain. Sergei gripped the beast tightly on his shoulders. Biting into his neck with great ferocity. Alex barked then charged forward. Rashkor roared in fury, swinging his four arms about trying to pry the wolf off. Balling two fists he punched at Alex. The Werewolf caught both fists. Straining he snorted before using his strength to increase pressure. Alex snarled before biting down on one arm. Tearing back he bit the limb completely off causing blood to spill out. Sergei jumped off. Rashkor, badly wounded whimpered in pain. Sergei curled his snout back before spitting out the beasts blood. Amelia looked on in horror, she didn't expect their strength to increase this much. "It...can't be.." she muttered. Sergei and Alex roared before continuing their assault.
Karl clutched his rib cage. A kick from Argos actually shattered the Lycan's bones. Wincing, his healing factor was repairing the damage. If only the vampire eased down on his assault. With one hand Karl parried and evaded each attack. Laughing Argos pummeled Karl four times before back handing him across the street. Rolling to a stop Karl cursed before staggering to his feet. Argos laughed again, walking forward. "Is this all you've got? This is what one of Vladimir's pet hounds is capable of? You haven't even transformed into your wolf form! Come on! Show your true transformation Lycan!" he taunted. Karl, finally healed from his broken bones turned to face Argos. Glaring, his amber eyes flashed before glowing with bright intensity. "I was once an enforcer to a guerilla commando unit in East Africa centuries ago. I was brutal, cold, merciless and loved the sight of terror I inflicted upon my enemies. As a pure blood I was despised by the humans and hated by even my own brethren. You want to see my true power? Fool. Who do you think you're dealing with? My kind has walked the face of this earth for thousands of years. If knowledge you seek then pain will be your guide, and suffering your teacher." he threatened. Karl let out a fierce shout that soon turned into a long roar as he shifted to his wolf form. Standing 7 feet tall, heavily muscled with chocolate brown fur and piercing amber eyes he snorted twice before roaring again. Argos grinned, "Come on" he uttered.
Snorting Karl began walking, he then broke into a brisk trot before sprinting with impressive speed right to the colossal vampire. Argos too, broke into a quick run. They closed the distance between themselves in a span of seconds. Snarling Karl sprang forward, jaws open, teeth flexed and his claws outstretched. Argos shouted. The two combatants collided into each other before engaging. Karl swiped and clawed viciously at Argos, for the first time drawing blood since the latter's transformation. Argos winced from the Werewolf's talons. Balling his fists he assaulted Karl with a barrage of fists. Karl's body shook from the blows but recovered. He slashed three times across his face and torso before running to the side and slashing more. Ducking underneath a haymaker swing Karl bit into Argos' torso. Howling from the pain Argos kicked Karl back a few feet. The Werewolf flipped to his feet before snarling. Staggering Argos was surprised at how much stronger and faster he had become. He gestured with his hands to "bring it on". Karl snarled and growled, turning to his right he saw a parked taxi cab. Balling his right fist he raised it above his head roaring as he smashed down. The car buckled and cracked from his might, using his claws and fists he tore the cab in half. Karl continued to tear the cab apart, but in actuality was shaping them into gauntlets. Picking both pieces up Karl banged them together before roaring with fierce might at Argos. In a quick blur he appeared behind Argos. "What the fu-?" Argos stammered before his body was rocked by a powerful blow. They traded blows, Karl using the cab gauntlets to beat and pound Argos. The vampire began to bruise and bleed from several welts and cuts. Karl battered him in the face before knocking him to the ground. Jumping on top he took his right foot and stomped down on Argos' neck. The vampire gagged under the weight. Karl snapped his jaws and unleashed a massive fist assault. The added power of his newly crafted weapons was tremendous. The ground cracked as he beat Argos over and over, forming a deep crater as the vampire's body was routinely smashed and beaten. One gauntlet actually shattered from Karl's brute strength. Tossing it he took his free hand to claw and swipe at Argos. The vampire struggled to break free, gripping and kicking out with his feet. Tossing his other gauntlet Karl grabbed Argos by the throat and punched him, hard. Argos spat out blood before wiping his mouth, frowning he growled. "Is that all you've got?" he questioned.
Karl's ears pulled back as he growled in annoyance. Balling his fist he channeled his might into it. Before he could make contact Argos took the moment to kick the Werewolf into a building. Karl crashed though the windows, tearing through the structure before smashing out the other side. Rolling to a stop he shook his head clear as he got to his feet. Snapping his jaws he looked around, he was on a different part of the street, this one less destroyed from the fighting with only a few damaged vehicles and smashed buildings. Panting he heard the thud of deep foot steps. Above him, Argos appeared. Bleeding heavily and with numerous gashes he wiped blood from his mouth. Angry he growled, Karl's snout curled back revealing his massive teeth. His fur bristled, his claws actually grew a few more inches in length. His muscles contracted before tightening. Argos spat before balling his fists. "Alright, this time you're mine" he challenged before jumping down.
Robert gasped for breath before shouting and raising his right leg up in a strong high round kick. Godric barely blocked. The vampire rolled to the side before viciously swiping at Robert. Turning he blocked several high speed punches. Despite his handy cap their fight only intensified. The city street was cracked and broken in several spots. A large van was completely split in half where Robert had slashed with his claws. Godric's eyes flashed, jumping down he he braced as Robert charged forward. The Werewolf then punched a large hole through Godric's chest. He didn't even try to avoid the blow. Smirking he nodded, Robert felt severe pain through his body. Looking down he saw that his own fist was bursting through his chest, blood dripping down. Horrified he pulled back from Godric as his fist was removed from his chest. Wounded and confused he dropped to one knee clutching his wound. "I told you, any damage I receive is transferred to your body. Even if you pierce me clean through, not only will the damage be placed on you but your own weapon or attack will come out through you." he explained. Robert swore several times before standing to his feet, his wound healed completely. Narrowing his eyes he grit his teeth.
"Shit...if I unleash greater attacks or go straight for his head or his heart then I'm dead myself. There has to be a way to negate this seal." he said thinking to himself. Gazing at the Mark of Sin he looked back at Godric then at the mark again. He suddenly had an epiphany as he gasped. "Wait, he said all damage is transferred to me. So does that mean the opposite to that is true? If I receive any damage, will it transfer to him? Hhmm may be worth trying first." Robert stated. Sliding his foot back he steadied himself. "One shot" he said before charging in a massive burst of speed. The ground actually cracked and ripped apart causing large chunks of concrete to shatter in his wake. Godric's rose his eyes, astonished at his tremendous speed. Turning behind he saw Robert reach his arm out to attack. The two clashed before jumping past one another. Robert skid to a stop, holding his rib cage. Godric stopped then turned around. "Still at it? I said it's no use." he said but was stunned by Robert laughing. The Werewolf turned around, chuckling as he pulled back his shirt exposing a fresh wound. "Who said I attacked you? Look down." he said.
Godric did as told, he saw that he was bleeding from his torso. Checking the wound he saw that it wasn't Robert's but his own blood. Panicking he glared harshly at his opponent. "What did you do?" he shouted. Robert grinned, "You stated any damage you receive is transferred to your opponent. Then the opposite must be true, whatever injuries your opponent receives is transferred back to you. Through out our whole battle I wondered why you never attacked. You would stand your ground, waiting for me to rush in. After you explained how this mark works it dawned on me. The reason you didn't strike was because you knew the seal would transfer all damage to yourself. It works both ways." he explained. Godric cursed, he charged forward. Robert braced himself, Godric then collapsed to one knee. Clutching it in severe pain he howled from the injury. "Urgh, the hell did you do now?" he shouted. Robert too, was clutching his knee. A silver stake was lodged in the joint. Steam hissed caused by the Werewolf's allergic reaction to silver. Gritting his teeth he managed a chuckle. "Silver alloy. Pretty nasty stuff, affects us Werewolves as badly as you vamps." Robert said through the pain. Godric hopped around, trying desperately to move but the pain was too severe. Robert took the initiative to pull out another silver stake. This time stabbing the object into his left shoulder. He howled from the blow but still managed to keep smiling. "It hurts like hell, but pain is tolerable. I told you I'd find a way to counter." he said to Godric who clutched his own shoulder. "Damn...damn you bastard!" he shouted.
Meanwhile...
Across the city at the Tower of London deep within the chambers Victor prepared for the ritual. He carried Integra's body over his right shoulder before dropping the Hellsing heir unto the floor. Pulling out several spikes he jammed them into the ground, securing her to the floor. Looking up, the room was set for the awakening of the Nephilim. Several stone tablets were hung on the walls along with various occult artifacts. Reaching into his robes he pulled out the Orb of the Fallen and secured it into a stone device. The device rumbled before several red glowing symbols lit up. The room vibrated before all the stone devices glowed deep crimson. Satisfied Victor turned back to Integra. "In time, my darling Integra. Once I have acquired the power of the Nephilim I shall consume you in body and soul. But first I must take care of your servant" he said speaking of Alucard's arrival. Victor felt the powerful presence of the vampire king. His body glowed before he phased out the room.
Outside the tower Kathy continued her duel with Veronica. The young Werewolf was taking cover behind a armored car. Reloading her revolver's she frowned. Clutching a fresh wound she concentrated as it soon closed up. Veronica stood in the center of the street, holding her naginata. Her third eye flashing as massive chunks of concrete encircled her above the ground. "Don't tell me that little wolf girl is afraid. I expected more of a challenge. Is this really all you have?" she taunted.
Kathy sighed, "I have to figure out a way around her third eye's abilities. If I attack head on she'll see it clearly. There must be a- wait...see... yea that's it!" she exclaimed. Holding her weapons she peeked from her cover. "I loaded the incendiary rounds, time to see them in action" she said firing. Veronica saw the rounds and casually used her pole arm to deflect the bullets. That had an unexpected reaction as the rounds detonated causing a massive spark of fire. Veronica shielded herself as she jumped back. The explosion created a ring of fire. Cursing Veronica pointed at Kathy. "Come out bitch and quit hiding!" she challenged. Kathy fired again, only this time at the slabs of concrete Veronica had above her head. They crumbled to bits before exploding. A mix of fire and ash and dust rained down on Veronica blanketing a good portion of the street in a mist of dust and flames. Veronica growled in agitation, looking around she couldn't see or hear or even smell Kathy. "Where'd that little cunt run off too?" she said.
"Who said I was running?" Kathy answered. From the darkness of the mist Kathy charged forward as Veronica raised her weapon to counter. In a quick blur Kathy used her knife to slash across Veronica's third eye. The eye blinked before bursting apart, blood spraying out like a fountain. "Aaaggggh! My eye!" Veronica shouted clutching her eye with both her hands as her normal eyes shut close. Kathy landed to her feet before turning to face her. The dust began to clear after a few moments. "Your eye made it so that you could read my movements. It granted you powerful psychic abilities. But at the same time it was your most vulnerable weak spot. Whenever I attacked I noticed that you kept it closed. That told me if it were damaged it would leave you effectively blinded or paralyzed. Guess I was right." she said.
Veronica staggered, bleeding heavily from her wound while still cursing and shouting at Kathy. "You bitch! You dirty little bitch! Wait until I get my hands on you! I won't forgive this!" she shouted. Kathy pulled out the Red Empress, in a blur she appeared behind Veronica who at that moment finally managed to open her eyes. Cocking the weapon Kathy scoffed. "Pfft, like I want your forgiveness" she said and then pulled the trigger. Veronica's head exploded in a gory mess with bits of flesh and skin spraying everywhere. Blood gushed out as her body twitched and crumbled to the floor. She then combusted, bright and powerful flames swallowing her corpse. Sighing Kathy then holstered her revolver. Gazing at the battle scene she went to pick up an assault rifle before turning to rendezvous with the pack.
"HA!" Raul shouted firing three powerful bursts of flames. After activating his power of blue fire he turned the tables on Kronos putting the vampire on the defense. His tattoo spirits continued attacking. Raul covered his fists in an encasing of fire. The lion creature roared and stomped forward followed by the ogre. He ducked underneath its attack before batting the ogre's club away. Turning he took his fists and tore through the lion. Ripping through its chest he then snapped and twisted its head completely off. The beast howled as it combusted in blue flames. The ogre beat its chest before balling up both fists and attempted to smash down on Raul. The Werewolf parried then jumped back. Spreading out his hands the flames increased in intensity. Punching four times he fired four watermelon sized fire balls at the monster. The ogre dodged the first one but the remaining three torched it to cinder. Raul charged forward, the hyena and jackal spirits attempted to attack him. Kronos looked in horror, "It...can't be. How can he still have this much power left? This isn't possible!" he shouted.
Raul made short work of the jackal and hyena. He tore through the hyena's chest, flames burning it to bits. The jackal jumped into the air above, baring its fangs. Closing his eyes he waved his right hand dismissively as a massive force of flames engulfed and smoldered the beast. It howled as it was burned to oblivion, ash falling to the ground like snow. Gazing at Kronos the vampire grabbed his ax. "This isn't over, I can still fight!" he said charging forward. Bringing it overhead he swung down with great force. What he saw horrified him. Raul caught it barehanded, squeezing the ax then burst into blue fire as Kronos jumped back. Raul didn't end his assault. Gathering fire in his right palm he charged and punched a hole through Kronos' stomach. The vampire spat up large amounts of blood as he gagged and wheezed. Raul pulled out and watched as Kronos staggered back. Holding his gaping wound he stared, terrified of his opponent. "What...just what the hell are you? Why are you this strong?" he asked. Raul didn't answer right away. Instead his body became engulfed in flames. The heat and wind generated caused his clothes to flap in the wake of its energy. The numerous small fires scattered about began to increase in size and scope. Holding his right palm out a small sphere of fire gathered. "It's what we were made for, to fight." he stated simply. Raul's jacket and shirt began to burn away from the great heat. Losing his shirt he tensed his muscles as he prepared for his last attack. "With this final attack I end our duel. I have the power to blow you straight to Hell. Resisting isn't something I'd try to accomplish." he said ominously.
Kronos backed away a few steps. "Please no...just I beg you please!" he pleaded but to no avail. Raul raised his right palm as he flexed his muscles, leaning back he then opened and fired off an incredibly large and destructive blast of fire. The flames shot forward, engulfing the entire street. They twisted and contorted before taking the shape of a massive wolf. The roar of the flames was intense as they raced toward Kronos before swallowing the vampire whole. Raul continued his attack for several minutes before ceasing. The flames died down, the ground before him was completely covered in ash and cinder. His right arm remained outstretched, slightly charred and steaming heavily. Lowering it he blew the steam off. No trace of Kronos, the vampire having been burned to bits. Turning around Raul grabbed and sheathed his swords before dashing off into the city.
"Get him now!"
"I gotcha bro!"
Sergei and Alex both roared before charging towards Rashkor. Alex ripped through the beasts stomach, pulling out its entrails. Sergei jumped on top and bit its head clean off. Blood and flesh oozed out as the twin brothers ended their assault. Rashkor's body twitched, blood gathering in a pool as the beast lay dead. Changing back, both brothers wiped their mouths. "That bastard tastes like pure horse shit." Alex spewed annoyed. Sergei flashed him a harsh glare. "You're one to talk, I actually bit his fucking head off! I swear I have never tasted anything so foul in my life" he complained. Alex then chuckled. "Hey bro, remember the time we were on that mission in Siberia and we had to eat a week old moose corpse?" he said. Sergei laughed shaking his head. "Even a Werewolf has its limits. That fucker kept us alive though!" he said in jest. Amelia stood up, highly agitated. "Alright I've had it with your antics!" she said placing her hands on her hips and jumping down. The two just stared, causing her to raise her eyebrow. "What?" she questioned. "Do that again" Alex said. "Do what?" Amelia asked. Sergei pointed, "Jump like that. It makes your boobs shake real nice" he teased causing her to blush heavily. She pulled out her two pistols and pressed the trigger. The guns clicked twice but didn't fire. "Shit out of ammo" she said. Sergei and Alex turned to each other. Shrugging they turned around, walking away from her. Amelia threw her pistols down and started shouting. "Stop damn it! Where the hell do you think you're going?" she said. Sergei didn't turn around. "To meet up with our pack. You aren't worth killing. Consider this a gesture of 'love'" he said. Alex turned, he blew a kiss to her and purred. "Later sweet thing." he said following his brother. Amelia blinked three times, her face blank. "What...what just happened?" she asked.
Karl and Argos' duel reached the breaking point. They gripped and pressed against each other. Karl snapped and snarled as he summoned his strength and began to push Argos back. Argos grunted and pushed back. Karl bristled his fur as he barked three times before howling. Karl once again pressed back, this time twisting Argos' arms so that they began to snap. Argos winced, trying to break free but was unable. Karl eventually completely twisted and shattered both his arms. Argos cried out in pain as Karl battered him viciously before smashing him to the ground. Grabbing him Karl placed him in a fierce rear naked choke. Tightening the pressure Argos kicked his legs out trying to break free. Karl snarled and roared as he continued to apply more and more force. Argos gagged and wheezed, blood leaking from his nose. Karl snorted twice before he began to twist Argos' head. He continued to pull and tear as the vampire's head began to spin like a doll. Argos cried out in severe pain, tears of blood leaking from his face. Karl snapped then using one hand ripped through his chest. Argos spat up blood before his head was completely torn off. Karl roared as he tossed the head aside. Argos' body slumped to the floor, blood pouring out staining the ground. Snorting Karl stomped on his chest. Leaning back he gave a tremendous roar that quaked the ground as it echoed in the air.
"Take this ha!" Robert said as he staked himself in the shoulder. This time piercing the mark he had been branded with. Godric winced before crying in pain. "No that breaks the link between us!" he shouted. Robert nodded, "Exactly my point." he said. The mark flashed twice before fading away. Godric's whole body ached in great pain. Having taken the damage of being staked with silver he could barely move. Robert, huffing three times braced himself as he pulled out the stakes. Crying out he wasted no time charging to the still wounded Godric. "Now to end this fucker!" he shouted raising his hand as his claws lengthened. Godric tried to avoid but was too badly wounded. In one sweeping motion Godric was totally eviscerated, blood and gore staining the ground as Robert clawed him to ribbons. Cracking his neck the Werewolf turned to his fallen foe. "If only you didn't rely on that seal. Such a shame." he said. Robert looked to the sky, sighing he let out a deep howl. The howl echoed to the furthest parts of the city. From their various positions the wolf pack responded to the call of their packmates. Sergei, Alex, Raul, Karl, Kathy and Michael howled in unison. The seven wolves then ran off, dashing to re group as a unit.
From the ground, Walter along with Vladimir and the combined might of the Order and Hellsing continued fighting the vampires. Hearing the call of his pack Vladimir ceased from firing. Smirking he nodded. "Sounds like my boys are doing just fine." he said before returning fire. They had cornered a large group of vampires and ghouls, decimating their numbers. Walter turned to him. "I must admit it's been some time since I had encountered any Werewolves. To be honest I almost began to believe they were extinct." he stated before using his micro wires to slash a ghoul to pieces. Vladimir shook his head. "You would be surprised at just how many there are. Some say Werewolves even outnumber vampires." he stated. Walter shrugged his shoulders. "Hang on Sir Integra, we're coming. Just as soon as we clear away this nuisance." he said in regard to the vampires they were attacking.
Back at the Tower of London..
Victor opened his eyes, sitting on top of a stone bench he peered into the darkness at an approaching figure clad in all red. Smirking his eyes flashed. "Alucard, so we meet at last." he stated. Alucard walked up, baring his fangs he hissed low. "I'm impressed Victor. This battle has turned out to be far more entertaining then previously anticipated." he complimented. Victor nodded. "We are a unique breed, Alucard. As genuine A-list vampires we mock the border of life and death. True immortality in the flesh." he stated. Alucard laughed, his cackling echoed in the darkness of the chambers. "That's ridiculous, you fool. We both know there's no such thing as an immortal." Alucard said walking closer before stopping. His eyes narrowed, "At least not in this world." he stated. Victor stood up, a deep crimson aura emanating from his body. "Let's cut to the chase. You are here to rescue your master Integra correct? Do not fret. She remains unharmed. I wouldn't want to spoil this moment."Victor said licking his lips. Alucard smirked, reaching into his jacket he removed the Jackal. "Releasing Control Art Restriction System to level 2. Situation B. Engage full release until the target has been eternally silenced." he said. Alucard's hat and glasses disappeared. His clothes flapped from some unseen force. Chuckling he clicked the safety off his trademark pistol. Victor reached into his own robes, pulling out a double barrel shot gun. Taking aim both vampires bared their fangs. "It's time to die" they both stated in unison before firing.
Victor's shot gun spewed numerous rounds. Alucard skillfully evaded, disappearing in quick blurred motions. Aiming the Jackal he fired off numerous times. Victor's body absorbed the rounds before melting away in black shadows. Alucard scoffed as he watched his opponent re-form. Smirking Victor fired again. Alucard dodged and fired more from his own gun. The two vampires dashed about the room, firing and reloading. Alucard laughed maniacally as he squeezed the trigger. "Yes! That's it! Show me what you can do Victor!" he shouted. Victor flipped back before holstering his shot gun. Alucard paused in curiosity. Victor clapped both hands together. The room lit up with various red symbols. Alucard looked around before turning back to Victor. Victor waved his arm as dozens of red spiked projectiles formed in front. Snapping his fingers they shot towards Alucard piercing his body. Alucard's head fell off, rolling to a stop. The vampire's body then burst in a swarm of bats. Victor growled, the bat swarm encircled him. Knocking and swinging at them he cursed as they reformed into Alucard. Pressing the Jackal against Victor's shoulder he fired twice. The massive gun staggering his body as Victor had a piercing hole through him. Ejecting a magazine Alucard reloaded. "You'll find these blessed rounds to be quite nasty. Nothing I shoot ever gets back up." he said. Victor smirked, healing the wound. Alucard then opened up his jacket. Dozens of eyes formed with a massive one in the center. Laughing the vampire count snarled before pointing the Jackal again. "Come and get it." he challenged.
Back on the city streets...
Seras looked at the city sidewalks and streets. Corpses piled on top of one another. Buildings lay in crumbled ruins. Blood filled the air. The fledgling vampire whimpered. "This is...this is awful." she said. Stopping she looked up ahead, two dozen vampires crowded the street. They were ruthlessly slaughtering numerous civilians. Ripping their heads off, shooting, stabbing and tearing. One vampire bit into the neck of a young woman. Another pulled out the heart of an older man. A third, the most vile held in his mouth what appeared to be ragged flesh. Further inspection showed it to be an infant boy. Grinning with a look of pure madness and sadism he shook the infant child like a dog with a chew toy. The vampires continued their slaughter causing Seras to drop to her knees. "This is too much. I can't do it all...THIS IS TOO MUCH!" she shouted getting their attention. Smirking they chuckled. "We got us a live one...and she looks tasty." one commented. Seras heard raspy breathing. Turning to her left she saw a wounded Hellsing soldier as he lay on his side. Rushing to him she heard him say, "They killed all these people. Not even because they were thirsty. They killed and ate the men, raped the women and then killed them too. And the children..." he couldn't even describe the horrid details. Seras tenderly clutched him. "Ms. Victoria, take my blood." he said causing her to flinch. "I can tell you're very thirsty. Take my blood and kill these fuckers. In the name of Hellsing, kill them all." he said before finally dying.
Seras dropped his body, seething in rage. Her eyes flashed as she looked at the approaching vampires. "You will pay..." she muttered. They paused, curious. "You will all pay.." she said again louder causing them to laugh. "YOU WILL ALL PAY!" she exlcaimed. Rearing back her teeth grew to massive lengths as she bit into the soldier's neck. Biting down hard she began to drink his blood. "Ooh I guess she's hungry. No matter. Just kill the cunt and let's move on" one vampire ordered. The rest nodded and opened fire. Their bullets racing to Seras. While she drank her body was covered in red and black lights. A burst of energy encircled her, swarming in a vortex of black shadows. It shielded her from the bullets causing the vampires to gasp. "What? No way!" one shouted as they looked on in amazement. Seras continued feeding. Not just on her fallen comrade however. She drained and consumed all the blood of every fallen person in the immediate area. The blood streaming and flowing to her in a river of fluid. Not letting up the blood mixed in with her shadows contorting into various horrifying shapes. Finally satiated, Seras rose, dispersing the shadows. Standing in the center her appearance changed. Her blond hair was bleached to a pale white. Her once blue eyes were now fully deep red. The black shadows continued to swarm around her, several long tendrils wiggling on her sides. The vampires, utterly horrified shook in fear. "What is this sensation? Just a moment ago she cried over his death now she stands totally transformed." one vampire stated. Another standing next to him actually flinched, "This isn't good. She... she's not any ordinary vampire!" The lead vampire stood at the front. Turning to his comrades then back to Seras he took a step back. Seras looked up sharply causing every one of them to flinch. "You try to flee, after brutally killing these people you actually try to flee? How pathetic. No..I will not let any of you flee." she said. Seras waved her right arm, the shadows spreading out as she crouched low. "We're going. All of us, we're going! Together, we will punish each and every one of them. I won't stop until they're all dead!" she shouted as her fangs increased. The vampires shook from fright, Seras growled low before charging forward. Leaping in the air the shadows spread out in the form of various spikes and serrated blades as the slaughter began.
End Chapter
Hope this satisfied you. Next chapter coming as soon as I can manage. More action. More death. More chaos. Everything we love about Hellsing and DMC. Thanks for reading!