The Second Glass
Chapter Twenty-Six
Authors Note: Alright this is my first Hellsing FanFic and I got the idea while watching Hellsing (duh).
The story as a whole will remain RATED M FOR LEMON.
Also I do not own Hellsing or any part of it.
Enjoy.
The empty click of Alucard's gun is suddenly loud in the hall,, Anderson grinning with a wild gleam in his eyes as Alucard again squeezes the trigger. The gun only lets out an empty clicking sound and Anderson straightens up from his crouch.
"What will you do now that your gun is out of bullets, vampire?" Anderson snears. Alucard gives the gun a disgusted glance before tossing it to the side, the metal clattering against stone.
"I do not need a gun to defeat you, Anderson." Alucard says quietly. Anderson smirks and raises a hand, three blades gripped there but he pauses as the being before him begins to waver. Details fade as red eyes gleam at him in bloodlust.
"What the hell..." Anderson remarks under his breathe as Alucard's form begins to fade, taking on a smokey appearance. Black flames erupt throughout the hall all around them, surrounding Anderson. Anderson spins, growling in anger that he was caught off guard. As he turns back to Alucard he starts when he sees not the tall, slim figure of the vampire but red eyes, feral eyes low to the ground. Two sets of eyes glare up at him in hate and ivory teeth flash in the darkness. Fangs drip as the two headed dog takes a long stride forward. It's body is as black as the flames that surround them, the canine's body seeming to become one with the flames as it moves forward. Anderson gathers his wits and clutches his blades, three smaller bayonets in his left, one long and sword-like bayonet in his right.
"It matters not what demonic form you take vampire, I will send you to the pits of hell." Anderson snarls, launching into his attack.
The flames aroudn them explode, tendrils reaching out and wrapping themselves around Anderson's limbs. The bayonets clatter to the floor as the tendrils hold him fast. Anderson let's out a yell of rage and struggles against the constraints in vain as the dog stops before him. It begins to morph again, the flames behind it rising to take on the vague form of a man. Dozens of eyes open from within the darkness, multiple arms exploding out from the darkness.
Hands latch onto Anderson's arms, two strong hands grabbing his head. Anderson feels more tendrils wrapping around his legs, the intense heat from the tendrils and hands that grip him sears his flesh through his clothes as a malevolent chuckle fills the hall.
"Let us see if your regenerative powers can cope with this, Father Anderson." The voice growls. Anderson's eyes bulge and his body convulses as the hands twist a tear his limbs. First his arms, than his legs are ripped from his body, the lifeless flesh tossed away. Anderson's screams are choked out as Alucard solidifes from the inky flames, the two headed dog fading into the base of the flames that Alucard takes form from.
"A head for a head, father Anderson. You took my head once, and so shall i take y\ours now."
The flames fade, leaving charred stone behind and the bare whisps of smoke on the ceiling. Alucard lets the torso fall, the lump of flesh making a wet sound as it lands in the large pool of blood. Alucard keeps the head in his grip by the hair as he walks slowly down the hall, kicking one of the severed arms and a severed leg before him. Once sufficiantly distanced from the rest of the body he leaves them behind. In his other hand he carries a blade, one of Anderson's bayonets in his hand. His palm smoulders but he ignroes it, instead taking the nearby staircase up to the ground level. He slowly shuts the door behind him and turns, staring at the heavy steel door a long moment before tossing Anderson's head into the air before the door. A quick thrust and the bayonet slices clearly through Anderson's forehead, impaling it to the door. Wide blue green eyes stare up at him, his mouth agape.
Alucard gives a small smile before closing the mouth with a fingertip.
"The Iscariot has thier ways, and i do not doubt that we shall meet again."
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The dawn is just begining to peak over the horizon as the sound of a chopper graces the pre-dawn air. Amanda sighs in relief and hugs Daniel closer to her, Alex remaining silent where he sits across from Daniel's unconcious form. Near them Samuel sits clsoe to Seras, glancing between Seras and Walter stading nearby as the older gentleman talks into a handset.
"We need to move a few hundred feet to the east. There is a clearing there large enough for the chopper to land. It will take us to the airport from there. They have a plane waiting for us." Alex nods and rises, with Amanda's help getting Daniel on his feet. Walter appraoches Samuel, kneeling down beside the young vampire.
"You take point, young vampire. We will need your speed and strength if we are attacked." Samuel nods, rising and walking a short distance away as Walter picks up Seras. Once he is sure Alex and Amanda can handle Daniel he nods toward the east.
"Let's set out. The chopper will be on the ground in five."
Fifteen minutes later Samuel shuts the plane door behid the group, shutting out the first rays of the morning sun.
The interior of the private jet is nearly pitch black, all the small windows drawn against the sun. The engine's whine increases pitch as the plane begins to move, slowly taxying down the pavement toward the runway.
Five coffins are arranged at the tail of the plane, hidden behind the few rows of seats for regular passangers. Walter already has Seras in one, making sure the straps over the lid are secure before opening the lid of the next coffin for Alex and Amanda. As they lower Daniel into the coffin Walter turns to Samuel.
"Take a coffin. It is a short ride back to the Hellsing headquarters but this will make it easier on all of you. We will have your coffins transported to the basement of the mansion before noon." Samuel smiles slightly.
"Thanks Walter."
"What's that?" Amanda murmus as she climbs into a waiting coffin. She stares up at the ceiling, tracking a small black form darting about the ceiling. Walter looks up at is as well and they all watch as the bat lands on the coffin that Seras resides in. No one speaks as the bat shuffles about the top of the coffin a moment before disappearing, its form seeming to sink into the wood before disappearing completely.
Double Chapter update! =D