Chapter 6: A Killer of a House Guest

Hans sat in his new cell on the third level of the dungeon. It was a far better place then his old cell which was little more than an alcove. This was a spacious room with a warm bed, two sitting chairs with a table and plenty of reading material. Hans himself was not a strong reader, his education had stopped at age ten, but he did know enough to read simple stories, like fairy-tales, and slowly advance up to more difficult books. Right now he was reading the German translated version of "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" at about the speed of a ten year old. This was the third time he had read it, and he was getting better at it each time. He wasn't pressed for time on it or anything, if there was one thing he had an overabundance of it was time, but he was eager to improve his skills, simply because it was something normal.

There was a knock at the thick metal door which resounded with a clang that echoed in the room. "Who is it!" he cried from his seat at his little table.

"It's Seras actually." said the voice of the draculina from the other side.

"Seras?" he said to himself. Hans closed the book and walked to the door, but not before putting on his white undershirt. He had been changing when the book had caught his eye and was only in his pants when Seras knocked. Not wanting to appear indecent he put on his shirt and answered the door.

"Vhat do you vant?" asked Hans curiously as the girl stood awkwardly before him.

"Well," she said a bit shyly, "I've got free time for the first time since I've been here, and it turns out I've got nothing to do. I mean Sir Integra is busy, Walter is, well, turning into a werewolf and Alucard is..."

"Alucard?" finished Hans.

Seras nodded. "Pretty much."

"Vell," said Hans, "You may come in, perhaps you can help me vith my studies ja?"

"Studies?" asked Seras as she walked into the room with Hans closing the door behind her.

"Reading and writing. I vas ten vhen my learning stopped remember." he chuckled. "I vant to learn how to read and write, at least beyond mein own name."

Seras sat down in one of the easy chairs and picked up his book. "Well, I can't promise you anything about teaching you German, but I can teach you to write in English, and given that you're now living in England that might be a useful skill to have."

"Ja. I am good vith ze German, but I vould like to learn English as vell. I can teach meinself to be proficient at German." said Hans sitting in the chair across from her.

"Well, I guess I could teach you something." smiled Seras. "Alright then, let's start with the ABC's of English."

The next half hour passed with Seras teaching Hans how to read and write in English. Hans was by no means a slow learner, but English is a rather difficult language to learn so it was a rather slow process.

"I do not understand vhy zere are three different vays of spelling there!" cried the werewolf in frustration. "It seems rather unessential."

"Look," sighed Seras. "patience is not exactly my strong suit, so do you want to learn English or not?"

"Ja, I do." sighed Hans. "But later, right now my head hurts."

Seras laughed. "I suppose I can't blame you there. It is rather a lot to take in." she set down the paper and pen she had been using and sat back in her chair.

Rather suddenly an image flashed into Hans's mind of Seras, except, well, she wasn't wearing any clothes. Hans couldn't believe that he had actually imagined Seras nude and immediately repressed it within his brain. "Zhe Hell is wrong vith me?!" thought the unfortunate werewolf desperately. "Am I going mad?" then a second image flashed into his mind. This one was of Seras, also nude, but on top of himself. "Now I know I'm mad." groaned the werewolf mentally. He tried to banish the pleasurable images but with little success.

"Hans, are you alright?" asked Seras a bit awkwardly. "You zoned out there for a second and started blushing."

"Oh.. ja, ja, I am fine." said Hans in a rushed voice. "Vhat ze hell is going on?!"

"I've been meaning to ask you something Hans." she said Hans looked up at her inquisitively, simply grateful for a distraction from the strange and erotic images in his mind. "Your... well... your sister." she said awkwardly. Hans looked at her expressionlessly, his fantasies disappearing like a puddle of water in the middle of the dessert. "Do you ever think that, well, maybe, she might still be alive?" she asked.

Hans sighed. "If she lived zhen Millennium vould have found her. Vhere else could she be but dead?"

Seras nodded. "I'll admit it's hard to argue with that logic." There was silence for a long moment. "What are the other Millennium members like? I mean the higher up's, like you used to be." Hans raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Well, if I'm going to fight them eventually then I'd like to know what I'm up against."

Hans nodded. "You already know about Rip, I told you all about her." Seras nodded, trying to ignore the weird and ridiculous feeling of jealousy in her gut at the familiar way he used her name. "But zhen zere are ze others. Zhere are ze Valentine brothers, Luke and Jan. Luke is sadistic gentleman and Jan is ze filthiest pervert and all around sociopath you vill ever meet. Luke is very strong, but unrivaled in terms of speed, except for me of course. Jan iz a crack shot and likes to play vith his food before he eats it." he paused and looked up at Seras who was beginning to turn green. "Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine, but, could we possibly save the others for another time? I need time to wrap my head around this." she said in a small voice.

Hans nodded. It was easy for him to forget that she was still so new to this dark twisted world that he had been a part of for almost his entire life. It depressed him, that it was so normal for him, that he was used to such creatures.

He prayed that Seras would never grow used to it.

That's when he heard it. His sensitive werewolf ears picked up something from up above. His head twitched towards the ceiling towards the sound. "What is it?" asked Seras uneasily.

"You may vish to retrieve your veapon Seras." growled the werewolf. "I hear gunfire up above. Ve are under attack."

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was for the most part a virtuous woman, she was kind, intelligent, and she was a dedicated servant of the greater good.

However, patience was not a virtue counted amongst her own.

And right now she was running out of patience for these narrow minded morons who had all the intelligence of circus monkeys and one foot in the grave. They refused to believe that Millennium had returned and were accusing HER of madness of all things, except for Sir Penwood who respected her family too much for that, but she could tell that he doubted her.

"Sir Integra, with all due respect, Millennium was destroyed in the Second World War, they are dead, gone." said one of the bean counters who was barely holding back a smug grin. "By your father in fact! Are you attempting to upstage your father's greatest accomplishments out of jealousy and spite, or glory seeking, by summoning up a phantasm of an evil long since eradicated?"

Integra, fighting the urge to strangle said councilman or shoot him in the face, smiled through her teeth and said, "I assure you that is not my motivation at all, and if you would be so kind as to listen to my evidence I will gladly state my case as to the continuation of their existence."

"Integra," said Penwood in a diplomatic voice. "are you certain of this? I mean, we're more than willing to listen-"

"Speak for yourself." chortled one of the councilman.

"but," continued Penwood overlooking the interruption, "this could cost you everything if your wrong. Are willing to take that- what the hell," he said as the lights began to flicker. "Integra I fell silly for asking this, but have you paid the power bill recently?"

Integra stared at him with a look of pure venom in her eyes, and Penwood seemed to shrink in his chair. "I'm sure it's just a power surge or something along those lines."

That's when the intercom blazed to life. "Hey, hey, is this thing on?" asked the undeniably American voice. "Hello Hellsing bitches! Your ass is currently being kicked by Luke and Jan Valentine, the personal ass kickers of Millennium, the Last Bastion!"The councilmen began to turn pale. "I and my ghouls would like to thank you for these lovely snacks your providing all for us!" there was the sound of tearing flesh, a human scream, and some of the councilmen began to turn green. "Now for the Hellsing bitch her self, I just want you to know something." there was a dramatic pause. "I'm going to fuck every hole you've got! Then I'm going to make more holes to fuck until there is nothing left but blood and semen!" Integra stared blankly at the intercom, eyes glassy. "So prepare your dried up pussy for my enormous vampire cock! By sunrise the Hellsing Organization will be nothing more than a steaming pile of shit. See ya soon." with that the Valentine brother hung up.

There was silence in the throne room and all eyes slowly went to Integra who stared blankly at the door. "Sir Penwood." said Integra quietly. "Would you be so kind as to lock the door?" Penwood scrambled up and bolted the door. Integra raised her radio and pressed a button on the radio. "Hans, would you please bring yourself and Seras up to the meeting room if you would be so-" she was interrupted by a stream of mist entering the room through the floorboards. Integra dropped the radio. "it seems that you're already here."

The mist gathered and reformed into Hans wearing his dark blue trench coat with the Hellsing symbol stitched into on the sleeve and hat holding a very dizzy Seras in his arms who in turn was cradling her knew Harkannon in her arms. "So," drawled Integra as Hans helped Seras stand properly. "It seems you can transport people and objects as mist, interesting."

"I heard ze shots from below." said the German walking up to Integra. "Ve heard ze transmission chile be traveled."

"Speak for yourself!" cried Seras. "I couldn't hear a bloody thing while was a bleeding cloud of mist!"

"Ze Valentine brothers, very deadly vampires, but nothing zat Seras und I cannot handle." confirmed the werewolf.

Integra nodded. "Right then. Hans, I need you and Seras to-" she was cut off by a howl, a howl of pure rage, hate, and loneliness that sounded throughout the mansion. The howl cut through the silence and into the hearts of all who heard it. Only Hans recognized the howl, for it was the one he had sounded the day he had first transformed into a werewolf.

"What in God's name was that?" asked Penwood in a terrified voice.

"Zat my English freund, vas a werewolf's howl." the giant German smiled. "It seems zat mein new whelp is avake."

Walter floated about in the shadows and mists of some unknown world. He had no body, only some type of consciousness he had no perception of time, or presence, it was as though he existed only in the basest of terms. He had no eyes yet he could still see the dream-like world around him.

"Are you worthy?" asked a voice. This voice was ancient, as old as time and as powerful as God.

"I do not understand." said Walter. Well, he didn't speak, but somehow he got the message across.

"Are you worthy? Worthy of the power of the wolf, worthy to be the whelp of my heir?" questioned the voice.

"I-I do not know." said Walter honestly.

Very suddenly Walter had flesh again, and he suddenly realized that he was floating in zero-G. Very quickly a blast of light and mist shot straight towards him. It halted very suddenly right in front of him, forming into a golden wolf the size of an elephant. "Let's find out shall we."

Alucard lounged patiently in his throne in the deepest level of the dungeon, enjoying a warm glass of double A negative blood. It was medical blood, not his first choice, but since he had direct orders from his master to not harm any of their employees it was the best he could do with no assignments.

Oh well, he would have fresh blood soon, he could sense that much.

While he waited for his guest to arrive he contemplated recent events. The arrival of the werewolf was a most entertaining spectacle. It was amusing to him, watching the humans scurry around like ants at the realization that one of their greatest enemies was still alive. The werewolf himself seemed like a decent creature and a powerful warrior. In addition he had saved the Police Girl's life from that Catholic dog Anderson. For that he was grateful, if just for keeping his newest plaything alive for a little while longer.

Now there was this, the council of war. Hopefully his Master could convince the bigoted fools of the threat, it would be more interesting if they caught Millennium off guard.

There was an explosion from the stone door to his cell, and his guest stood there, tall and proud, haloed by the light.

"So, you must be Luke Valentine," said Alucard casually.

"How do you know my name?" asked Luke curiously, strolling towards Alucard.

"The werewolf's memories." explained Alucard. "I saw you, and your cretin brother in his mind." Alucard smirked. "I also recall a certain memory of his, oh yes, killing your father."

Luke stopped his advance, glaring at Alucard with wide eyes. "W-what?"

Alucard's smile widened. "Oh yes, he crushed your father's head underfoot, like a walnut. It made me so proud to see one less piece of shit excuse for a vampire in the world."

Luke scowled at him. "Don't fret over that treacherous dog, Jan's after him. The moment he finds him he'll but a silver bullet in his head."

Alucard smiled even wider. "I doubt it will be that easy a fight for your dear brother. I wouldn't be surprised if our friendly Hellsing puppy eats your sweet little brother. After all, a weak pathetic creature like him is fit only for dog food."

Luke moved like a bolt of lightning, drawing his gun and pointing it right at Alucard's face as Alucard pulled his own JACKAL and pointed it right at his opponent's face, his legs crossed casually. "Let's see if your any better shall we?" smirked the No Life King.

Walter blinked open his eyes and found himself on a city street in London, just not the one he was used to. This London was one that looked like it had, quite literally, gone to hell. Buildings had been blown to rubble, others were scorched and burned by flames, ash littered the ground like snow, and everything was eerily, horribly silent. The butler of Integra Hellsing stood and looked around in horror at the hell scape before him. It was then that he noticed his reflection in a piece of shattered window, and his mouth dropped in shock.

"This has got to be some sort of bizarre dream." Walter said to himself, his voice echoing through the empty city. In the mirror it looked like he was fourteen again. His black hair was in it's old scruffy style and his clothes were baggy due to the reduction of growth. Deep in his gut he felt some sort of pressure, some sort of primal hate and rage building up in his stomach, trying to break through some unseen barrier. Walter doubled over as a spasm of intense pain ripped through him. He leaned against a shattered building until the pain passed.

Stumbling slightly, Walter walked through the city with no particular direction trying to ignore the scent of death in the air. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself trying to ward off the feeling of evil that hung rank in the air. He stopped short as something crunched beneath his feet. He looked down to see something white shattered by his foot obscured by the ash. Cautiously, Walter stooped and brushed away the dust and nearly vomited at what he saw.

It was a human skull.

Now, looking around, there were thousands of bones sticking out of the ash at strange angles. Now he actually did vomit, spewing foulness of all kinds over the ground. Tears stung his eyes at the destruction before him, the primal hate and fury that built within him, threatening to burst out and rip him to pieces.

That's when he heard it, a crashing, a roaring, the tearing of flesh, and the sounds of battle. Straitening up, he ran towards the sounds. As he ran he heard the unmistakeable voice of Alucard, rife with rage and the thrill of battle. "Get angrier, get FURIOUS oh loathsome Angel of Death!" Walter heard him cry. "Savor it, for this foolish waltz of ours, ENDS TODA-"

"ALUCARD!" cried Walter running into the city square where the vampire's voice had been coming from, immediately regretting it as another spasm of pain ripped his body. Through sheer force of will he stayed upright, and somehow kept down his lunch from hearing the crunching and snapping of bones beneath his feet. Carefully he examined the scene before him. Alucard was in his released form, black leather and nails covering his body and his black hair flapping in the wind. He was obviously about to engage in a fight with his foe who's back was to Walter. Alucard narrowed his eyes and gave his trademark sadistic smile.

"That's very interesting, a second one, are you an abomination of Millennium as well?" asked the vampire quite casually as though he was discussing the weather.

Walter shook his head. "No- Millennium, what the bloody hell are you talking about Alucard?"

The vampire smiled a horrific smile at Walter. "I believe that you should ask yourself that, butler."

The figure whom had been fighting Alucard turned to Walter and the butler saw it was... himself. This Walter looked as though he was twenty again, a single monocle over his left eye. He wore a modified butler's outfit with black and red rather than blue and white.

"Well, well." drawled the other Walter. "It seems as though we have another me."

Walter stumbled back a few steps gaping at the other him. "W-what are you?" he said dumbly.

The other Walter strode forward a few paces. "I guess I'm you. I am Walter C. Dornez, warrior of Millennium."

Walter couldn't believe what he was hearing. It made no sense to him, why would he be serving Millennium if Hans took out his...

That's when it clicked for him. "The Captain, Hans Gunsche, he never woke up did he?"

"I assume not." said Dark Walter. "He is Millennium's trump card after all."

Walter looked at the ground. "So, the FREAK Chip did it's work"

"Oh, the FREAK Chip did nothing." said Dark Walter casually. Walter's eyes shot up at him, horror in his eyes. "It shorted out while I was fighting against one Jan Valentine when he attacked the Hellsing Manor." Dark Walter smiled a small smile. "I chose to join Millennium, as you will."

Walter shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. "N-no, that isn't true,"

"You will." said Dark Walter, approaching him as Walter backed up. "Do you know why? Do you know why you will join Millennium and betray the family who has been as your own since dear mother died." Walter said nothing as his doppelganger leered at him. "Because you want power. You want your power, you want to prove your own strength, you want the power to kill Alucard, to prove that your better than him." his grin widened. "And Millennium will give you that power."

Walter looked down at himself, at his hands, and knew that Dark Walter spoke the truth. He did want power, he did want to show the world that he was stronger, that he was better, that he was superior to Alucard. And he knew that he would do anything to get it.

It sickened him, this realization about himself. Btu then, he found a twisted comfort. Hans's bite, the power of the werewolf.

He didn't need Millennium any more.

"No." he snarled. "No." he repeated. He felt it, the power that Hans had given him, the power, the pain coursing through him. He doubled over in pain falling to his hands and knees. "I'm.. stronger... than.. you."

"Really." smirked Dark Walter. "You seem pretty pathetic to me."

"This is just... a passing.. phase." smirked Walter. "Hans.. bit.. me." The moment Dark Walter heard those words his face paled. Before he could run, it happened. Walter exploded out of his skin, his clothes tearing to shreds. With a savage roar, Walter C. Dornez was gone. In his place was a giant, black furred werewolf, with amber eyes glowing like hot coals. As he shifted he grabbed Dark Walter's head between massive furry hands and twisted it off like a bottle cap, spewing blood everywhere. With that he raised his head to the heavens and loosed a savage, carefree, wolfen howl.

Bard was cooking in the kitchen when a rather loud American vampire kicked down the door. "Salutations dips hit human!" cried the vampire. "I'm Jan Valentine! And you have the privilege of becoming my next-"

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU SACK OF BLOODY SHIT!" roared the Scottish cook as though he were yelling at an inept underling. "I'm in the middle of a bloody serious cooking job here ya bloody daft bastard!"

Jan blinked once at the foul mouthed cook. "Look fuck face." laughed Jan. "I don't think you get it. I'm a vampire and I'm going to-" he was interrupted as Bard whipped out the doubled barreled pump action shotgun that he kept underneath one of the serving tables and blew a massive blast from both barrels right at Jan, hitting him in the shoulder, and completely blowing one arm off.

"This is what happens when ya mess with a bloody Scott with a fucking shotgun dick cheese." snarled Bard advancing on Jan, pumping his gun and preparing to fire again.

"Oh shit!" cried Jan running from the kitchen as fast as he could. He turned to his small army of ghouls. "Get in there and eat that mother fuck-" he was cut off by a flash of black, and the whole first two rows of ghouls exploded in a shower of blood. As the blood cleared a form stood there. He was a giant, easily dwarfing Jan by a good foot and a half. He was covered head to toe in black fur, wolf ears sticking out the top of his head. Floating around him almost gracefully were glowing blue wires razor sharp and ready to cut into flesh. The creature turned, revealing his wolf's head to the terrified Jan Valentine.

"CHANGE OF PLANS!" cried Jan in a terrified voice. "Kill it! FUCKING KILL IT!" The ghouls raised their thick shield and their guns preparing to fire on the new arrival when another howl split the air. At the far side of the hallway, was a white wolf the size of a rhinoceros. With speed rivaling that of sound itself Hans Gunsche tore into the ghouls with a roar of savage delight. Jan Valentine could see that things were not going his way. He turned to run, only to see a massive anti-tank rifle wielded by a blonde and busty vampire pointed right at him.

"Bitches love cannons." she smirked.

"Oh fuck me." said Jan. Seras Victoria fired her gun which tore a hole right through Jan's stomach. Jan fell right to the floor, twitching in agony. He turned his head skyward to see Bard standing over him, his shotgun trained right at his face.

"I'm gonna be real honest with ya fuck face." sneered the cook. "It's not gonna be an open casket funeral."

"Whatever dude, just not the balls." pleaded Jan. Bard considered for a moment then adjusted the angle of his shot and blasted his crotch. Jan wailed in agony as the blast tore his nether regions to bits.

"All bloody right, enough of this bullshit!" growled Bard pumping his shotgun and aiming it at the unfortunate vampire's head. BLAM! Jan Valentine was dead, and as he died, the humans he had turned into ghouls throughout the Hellsing Manor dissolved into lumps of decaying flesh.

"Well done Bard." complimented Seras. "Nice work distracting him so you could get a shot off."

Bard chuckled. "Aye wee lassie. These vampires like to play with their food before they eat it. Perfect opportunity to blast their bloody faces-" Bard was interrupted by two snarls behind him. He and Seras turned their gazes to the two werewolves behind them. Walter had shifted to his four-legged wolf form and he and Hans were circling each other.

"Hans!" cried Seras. "What's going on!?" Hans didn't respond, and it was clear from his scarlet eyes that the animal was in control. With a simultaneous roar Hans and Walter lunged at each other, claws flying and teeth snapping. Seras raised her Harkannon and blasted a shot between them causing both werewolves to jump back. "That is quite enough of that!" cried Seras. Hans shook his head rapidly, the humanity returning to his eyes. When he looked up at Seras, they were filled with shame.

Walter though was still controlled by the beast. He snarled at Seras and leapt at her. In mid air Hans tackled him to the ground, pinning him to the ground. "SILENCE WHELP" Hans roared with his mind. "I AM THE ALPHA! SUBMIT!" Walter roared and snapped at him with his jaws. Hans increased the pressure on Walter's neck. After a stubborn moment Walter's body relaxed, a sign of submission to the strongest of the pack. Hans stepped back, allowing his new subordinate to stand. With a sudden brutal strike, Hans slammed Walter's head into the wall, knocking him out.

"What the hell Hans!" cried Seras. "He had submitted! He-"

"On zhere first transformation, a verevolf is incapable of control." explained Hans through his mind. "He could easily have gone after any of us. It vas safest to immobilize him."

"Oh, okay." said Seras.

"Now please help me haul zis idiot to mein room?" requested the werewolf.

"Bloody hell." growled Bard. "Why the Hell not. It's only a bloody great werewolf that could wake up and tear our bloody eyes out!"

In the deepest dungeon Alucard and Luke Valentine shot at each other. Alucard remained stationary while Luke flitted around blasting at the older vampire.

"I don't get it!" thought Luke. "Why doesn't he dodge? Does he think he's invincible?" Luke shook his head. "It doesn't matter. He's taking far more damage than me. I can beat him!"

Alucard stopped firing and stood there, riddled with bullets, his arms hanging limply at his sides, his JACKAL held loosely in his hand. Then he laughed, a horrible amused laugh. "I'm impressed Luke Valentine!" laughed Alucard. "You're clearly above any normal class of vampire!" Dropping his gun Alucard raised his hands, forming a rectangle "Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems three...two...one, approval of Situation A recognized. Commencing the Cromwell invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent." said the vampire. All at once, what little light in the room went out and Luke was left in total darkness. All around him red eyes opened, leering at him filled with sadistic glee at Luke's terror.

"W-where are you!" cried Luke. "Show yourself you cowardly snake!"

The red eyes disappeared, but the darkness remained. The the laughter started. It started small, a mere chuckle, then it began to boom forth with a thunderous power. "So I'm a snake am I?" laughed the voice "I'll show you a snake!" The there was a macabre hissing and then, it appeared. A massive serpent reaching the ceiling of the room, it's body covered in red eyes blazing with maniacal light. Swords and other weapons stuck out of it's shadowy scales at various angles, the wounds oozing black liquid and red pus. The demonic snake opened it's mouth revealing four venomous fangs dripping dark purple venom. The serpent unleashed a horrible screeching hiss like metal sliding over stone.

Luke screamed in terror and ran for the exit as fast as he could. Halfway there Alucard's arm emerged from the serpent's mouth, JACKAL in hand, and shot one of Luke's legs off. Luke cried out in pain and pathetically hopped towards the stairs. He was almost there when Alucard shot his other leg off. Luke screamed in agony and fell to the ground, face first. Trembling he turned his head and looked behind him. The monstrous snake was before him, rearing up on it's coils, towering over him. In the serpent's belly appeared Alucard's psychotic face. His long arms emerged from the serpent as well, like some sick mutation.

"What's wrong vampire?" sneered Alucard. "Heal you're wounds! Summon up you demons! Fight me! Attack me! YOUR RUNNING OUT OF TIME!"

""MONSTER!" screamed Luke in terror. "YOU AREN'T A VAMPIRE! YOU'RE SOME KIND OF FREAK!"

Alucard's smile turned to a look of genuine disappointment. "So, you aren't a true vampire." With that the serpent lunged forward at Luke. Luke screamed and blasted the snake with his gun in a vain attempt to ward it off. The shots did nothing to the snake, and it snapped up Luke like a dog with a bone.

"I see now." said Alucard. "As far as vampire's go you're just a worthless piece of shit. Now, you're snake shit." The snake was sucked back into it's master as Alucard absorbed the last of his foe's blood through his feet. "Rest in pieces Luke Valentine."

A/N: Holy Shit! this is the longest chapter I've written yet! By the way, this will be the last time I reference TFS. Please review! It makes me happy!