The Lost Priest
Chapter 25
Busy, Busy, Busy!
(A/N IMPORTANT! PLEASE READ!! Heads up everyone we're moving into the final chapters of TLP. I'm going to try and wrap this story up in the next few chapters; hopefully no more than 5 chapters. I love long stories but I realize that things don't need to dragged out like those few that have like 50 chapters plus. I draw the line at 30/31 chapters at the most. Well, I hope you all enjoy these final chapters. Also I will be bringing in a few of the other Millennium members. The South American incident did not happen in my story so Dandy Man is still around. But instead of fighting Alucard he fights… Also Pip fans will be happy, yes, Pip makes his first appearance.)
SOUNDS/sounds
Thoughts
Telepathy
(Last Time)
"I thought about what you said, Alucard," a little green eyed raven haired girl said, dressed in imperial clothing. "Perhaps with you and Anderson back in the past it would be best if that power was used once more. After all, together we were an unstoppable force."
"No more secrets, then?" Alucard asked with a grin.
"Maybe just a few but not that many," the girl winked with a sweet little grin before turning around. "Good luck, you guys!"
"Wha' be tha' all about, Alucard?" Anderson questioned as the small girl walked off.
"Thank you, your Majesty," Alucard said, before turning back to Anderson. "You figured it out."
Alucard hit the large red button on the device and in an instant he and Anderson disappeared in a flash of white light.
(Present Time Vatican)
Things were not fairing all that well over last few days. Those bastards had managed to get their hands on the UV-gel, and were now mass producing it for fighting during the day making everything so much harder. In fact the Pope had to be evacuated from the Vatican and Rome even because the threat had gotten so bad and it was not longer safe.
Rome's citizens were also evacuated, leaving only Vatican soldiers in the streets to fight off Millennium. Things were looking very grim. Radio contact was in constant contact with Albion and The New Human Empire. They needed to come up with a plan and sometime soon. These things were nothing like Methuselah, which they were totally prepared for. True vampires were a totally different bread, and they found the hard way.
William sat in his office working on a new invention that might help give everyone a sharper edge. While he worked on his new gizmo a message came through. He looked up to see the hologram of Cardinal Catherina. He stopped everything looked up at her.
"Ah, hello, Lady Catherina, is there anything I can do for you?" he asked, taking his pipe out of his mouth. "My, you don't look so good."
"You don't either, William," Catherina replied looking at William's uncombed hair and droopy eyes. "How much sleep have you been getting?"
"Not as much I would like, between the bombs, gunfire, and of course the work of my latest invention," He sighed, looking at Catherina's new stress lines and baggy eyes. "I've probably got 8 hours in the last 3 days."
"William, I need you over here to do some repairs on Father Tres," Catherina said, rubbing the side of her sore face. "That storm we had did a lot of damage to him. I want you to bring his backup files with you. You know more about Tres than anyone here."
"I understand, but getting there is going to be a hassle. Millennium has missals that can shoot aircraft down easily," William explained. "I would have to go by land or by sea to get there."
"By land would take far too long we don't have that kind of time," Catherina stated, narrowing a glare at him. "And the sea is just as bad even if you pick up an airship in the Empire. I need you to fly directly here!"
"But, milady—"
"That's an ORDER!"
William swallowed hard as Catherina's image blinked out. Sweat formed in his brow and his right eye twitched nervously.
"Th-that woman scares me," he shuttered, putting his pipe back in his mouth. "I better get moving. I think this new little project of mine is even small enough to take with me."
(New Human Empire)
It had been 4 days since Asta was brought into the palace's medical wing. She had awoken about 2 days ago with a swimmy head, weak, heaving limbs, and a very painful middle. She was made to stay in her bed. Although she was beyond human she had lost a lot of blood and even that took toll on someone like her.
She wanted out of that miserable room so bad she was fighting with the doctors and nurses. She was throwing anything she could get her hands on at them so that they would leave her alone. Damn them all! No one would tell her a blasted thing! She wanted to fight again!
Asta stewed in anger as she sat in her bed with a scowl planted firmly on her face. One hand clutched her bed sheets in pain as the other hand held a cup in anger ready throw at the next idiot that bothered her. She could hear someone walking towards her room. If this moron had any brains he had better keep walking right on by.
He was not going to walk by. She could hear the man's feet slow down the closer he got to her door. She gripped the cup harder, waiting to see the man's head pop in. Finally his feet stopped all together and Asta raised the cup ready to throw.
"Don't even think about it, Duchess of Kiev," the man said with an Albion accent. "Before I walk in I figured I'd introduce myself. My name is Count Virgil Walsh. I am a noble from Albion. I am a friend and servant to Queen Esther."
"Your point?" she hissed.
"My point is that we have yet to be properly introduced. I'm the man that found you in that wreckage. I was just hoping to talk to you—calmly," Virgil said in a calm voice. "So may I come in, or do I have to remain out in the hall to continue this conversation?"
Asta let out a hard breath and set the cup back down.
"Come in," she sighed, pulling up her covers a little bit more.
"Thank you," Virgil said, cutting into the room from around the doorframe with bag in hands. "Oh, my…"
"What?" Asta asked glaring at him. "Is there something on my face? Well, out with it!"
"When was the last time you've looked at your hair?" He asked point at her head.
"My hair? What's wrong with my hair?!" she yapped, reaching up to feel around and froze. Her face turned a bright pink. It's virtual rat's nest! Oh, no… This so humiliating! OH… What am I going to do?!
"Well, you wouldn't let the nurses in so… Well, they gave me a mirror, a brush, some hairs-clips, and a few other items, since you seem to be lively enough to run them out of the room, they figured you could take care of yourself," he said, setting the bag down on the table beside her bed and she quickly pulled out the mirror and brush. "They said the only people you let down here are a select few like Abel, Queen Esther, Ms. Victoria, and just couple more."
"They're my friends. I think they have a right," Asta huffed, trying to get the brush through her hair. "OW! Damn it!"
"Are you able to do that…?" Virgil asked but got a glare from Asta. "Uh… ahem I just came down here to see how you were fairing."
"I'm fairing just fine, thank you very much," Asta bit out trying to get brush out of her now. "OUCH! Get out!"
"Yelling at it isn't going to make it come out," Virgil sighed as Asta glared at him again. "And would you stop it with the death glares. I get enough of those from my sister. Now hold still!"
"What for?!" she snapped as Virgil stood right beside her and grabbed hold of her hand which was still wrapped around the brush handle. "What are you doing?!"
"Oh, be quiet for once," Virgil snapped back, pulling her hand off the brush handle and pulled the brush back out her hair. "You obviously can't brush your hair like this. Now sit still. If you start moving around I'll just end up pulling your hair even more."
"Now wait just a minute! I never gave you permission to brush my hair or touch me for that matter," Asta hissed.
"Then you want your hair to remain like a colony of rats live in it?!" Virgil growled back at her, giving her a glare as well. "Turn around and sit still!"
"How dare you!" Asta barked.
"Me? I'm trying to be nice here," Virgil forced through his clenched fangs. "Now let me fix your hair!"
"Make me!" Asta yelled, getting right in his face.
Virgil glared at her and Asta glared at him. It was now a staring match to see who would give up first. Neither one of them was about to give up anytime soon it seemed.
Abel was suited back up in his armor again. He turned around to see others ready with their armor. Things had gotten so bad in fact they had to ask refugees who knew how to fight or were willing to fight to aid them. This was bad. Greenhorns. That's what most of them were. There was no time to really give them any lessons or training. They were just handed some armor, a weapon, and then a shoved out the door.
Abel was in charge of 24 men and 6 women in this ragtag team. This was sad really. Only 4 out of the whole group really had some real fight/combat training, while the rest were just going to lucky if they last half an hour. He sighed and looked at them. He was already in crusnik form.
"I'm sure you've heard and possibly even seen what these things are capable of doing to a body. Don't let those things bite you! If you are bitten or find someone else bitten you must dispose of yourself or the other person," Abel said clearly and right out. "The last thing we need are more ghouls to deal with; especially those of fallen comrades. It will make you hesitate. It's best to dispose of yourself or the other person while still human or Methuselah. Aim for the heart or the head and no where else. Let's move out, people!"
Abel, pulled the visor down on his helmet as did the others and they ran out of the palace gates and into war. The sky was moonless and the smoke blocked out the stars. So far it didn't seem like Alucard and Anderson were getting anywhere in the past. This was bad they just entered the war 3 minutes ago and already 4 people were dead.
"Don't let your guard down! LOOK OUT!" Abel cried out as he took his scythe and cut down 2 ghouls that were about to attack 3 more of his people. This is hopeless! So few people know how to fight and those who don't are only doing this out of honor, or because they think it's their duty, and some are just jackasses trying to show off! This is ridiculous! This is like taking lambs to the slaughter out here!
Abel started to take down the ghouls and vampires around him the best he could while trying to protect those around him. It was getting hard to do. Without Alucard and Anderson here the work loud had gotten bigger. You don't know what you have until it's gone, as they say.
He was so tired physically, mentally, and emotionally but that was war. It drains everything from a person; energy, will power, emotion, sanity and sometime a person's very soul it would seem. He was hoping never to see this again or to relive this but he knew sooner or later he would. No doubt there would be more wars to fight in the future.
They just kept coming and coming one right after the other. It was like fighting a hydra you cut one head more replace it but this time with ghouls and vampires. That's what it felt like. There was no end to the ghouls or to the FREAK vampires. He just continued to slice them through as they came at him. He moved up, down, left, right, and diagonal; always hitting the vital heart or head with every swing of his blood scythe.
"Dammit! They just keep coming!" he growled, spinning around and took 6 more of them out at one time. "There's not end to them!"
Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!
"Very good, senor, you're doing a mighty fine job but I think your skills are a little too good for these small fry," a man said from behind Abel. "They don't compare to you. I insist you fight me, soldier."
Abel whipped around to see a tall man dress in a white clean suit with a matching wide-brimmed hat. His eyes were a golden green and he had a thin moustache that set right above a grin that did not set well with Abel.
"Who are you?" Abel asked forcefully. His red-eyes glaring fiercely out of the eye slits of his helmet.
"Tubalcain Alhambra, but you can just call me 'The Dandy Man,'" he said moving a little closer to Abel. "And may I know your name?"
"Father Abel Nightroad," the crusnik answered him.
"Oh, good a priest," Dandy Man's grinned widened he pulled out a playing card from his pocket. "Are you a gambling man, Father? Want to a play a game with me?"
"This is no game, Dandy Man," Abel growled, clutching his scythe harder. "There is nothing FUN about this!"
"That's what you think," Tubalcain leered before throwing the card at Abel.
Abel didn't think too much of it until the card took out a chunk of his shoulder armor like it was made of brittle chalk. Abel looked at the piece of broken armor on the ground and then looked back a The Dandy Man to see him holding up a hand full of those deadly playing cards.
"Feel like playing now?" he asked as Abel raised his scythe. "Well, then let's begin, Nightroad!"
(The Imperial Palace)
Mirka watched nervously as her Lady Empress put on a suit of armor. Augusta Vradica, or rather, Seth Nightroad had made up her mind. She too was going to fight back against Millennium. With Alucard and Anderson back in the past they needed some more aces to play with. She was going to be one of those aces.
"Give me my helmet, Mirka," she said, looking up at the tall female Methuselah.
"Are you sure about this, your Majesty?" Mirka asked, handing the small Empress her helmet.
Seth put on the silver plated helmet and fixed her clawed armored gloves.
"There's no other choice. They keep killing my children I will not standby any longer," Seth said in a bitter tone. "Mirka, did you know that thousands of years ago that the ruling nobility, such as kings, would fight along side their own soldiers in battles?"
"I-I understand," Mirka said with a worried look in her red/brown eyes. "Just please return safely to us."
"Thank you, Mirka," Seth said, before turning around. "Have no fear. I've fought one war and survived and this one will be no different."
Seth dashed off leaving Mirka standing the Empress's bed chambers. Her Lady Empress had to return safely because without her the Empire would be lost and alone.
"Good luck, Seth," Mirka whispered as Cain walked by also dressed in armor and in crusnik form, with his helmet under his arm.
"You worry too much, Duchess," he said, giving her a dull look. "The twerp can look out for herself. I've seen her take out a 100 enemies at once. She's fast and strong despite her size."
Cain then moved on before Mirka could reply. That man was so weird. One moment he's a devil and the next he could be somewhat nice. Not that she cared but it was best not to worry too much even if she couldn't help it.
(2006 Alucard and Anderson)
When they returned to the Hellsing mansion after awakening they could hear the distant sounds of bombs and gunfire from London. It was steadily moving closer. The war here had just begun so perhaps they weren't too late after all but they had to move fast if they wanted to put an end to this quickly. However…
"There's no yin 'ere tae stop us," Anderson leered, holding a bayonet up to Alucard's head. "Ye want tae geet this petty fight oot of our way first?"
"I thought you'd never ask, Paladin," Alucard chuckled, pulling out his guns from his coat. "I've been waiting a long while for this!"
Alucard and Anderson were about to come at each other when they heard someone cleared their throat quit loudly, making them finally aware that they weren't alone after all. They turned to see a group of armed Hellsing operatives and up in front was a man lighting a cigarette with his strawberry blond hair braided and wrapped around his neck. His only good eye just glared at them as he flicked his lighter closed.
"And just where ze hell 'ave you been, huh?" Pip snorted at Alucard. "I come back 'bout a day ago and find no one ozer zan a few house keepers and zese guys. Where's Seras, Boss Lady, and Walter at?"
"Ah, Pip," Alucard grunted and put on a weak fake smile. "It's been a while."
"Yeah, by ze way what's he doing 'ere?" He said, pointing at Anderson. "I doubt you're a guest, Anderson."
"Let's just say we need him for something important," Alucard said, walking up to Pip. "Now, why aren't you out there fighting them, Captain?"
"We 'ave been, and what you see 'ere is all zat's left," Pip groaned, hooking a thumb at the group of about 40 men behind him. "Now zat you're 'ere, you mind giving us a hand? Is Sir Hellsing 'ere yet?"
"She won't be here for while and neither will Seras or Walter," Alucard said plainly as Pip blew a little smoke from his nose.
"Just us men, huh? Well, I must say I was really looking forward to seeing Seras again," Pip sighed. I was hoping to get a kiss from 'er before I die. What shitty luck!
You're thinking about that now? Pervert!
"GAAAH!! Stay out of my head!" Pip yelled, turning a shade of pink
"Not tae interrupt but Ah think ye should take a look at this," Anderson said, looking out the window.
Alucard, Pip and the other started looking out the front window to see about 9 zeppelins heading right for them as FREAK vampires jumped from them and to the ground. They were headed straight for them at a pretty good pace and no doubt the zeppelins were loaded with bombs.
"Well, zis doesn't look good," Pip said, dropping his cigarette to the ground and stepped on it. "Dammit! Look at zem all!"
"What should we do?" a solider asked.
"Barricade what we can," Pip ordered, turning around to them. "We need to hold zem off until we come up with a counterattack!"
"Aye, ye lot can do tha' but… Heh! Ah, much more prefer tae take them 'ead on," Anderson said with a sadistic grin. "Would ye not agree, Nosferatu Alucard?"
"Hehehehe! Oh, I agree, Father Alexander Anderson," Alucard leered, moving towards the door. "I think our little duel can wait just a little while longer. After all we've waited this long what's few more hours?"
Anderson laughed as Alucard opened the front door and walked out. Anderson soon followed as did Pip and the others just stared at them as they disappear into the darkness of night and the door closed back.
"Wait… Did zey just leave us 'ere alone again?!" Pip said, scratching the side of his face, staring at the closed door in shock.
"Yes," the other men replied in a dull tone.
"Zat's what I zought," Pip grumbled, pulling out another cigarette and turned to the men behind him. "What are you standing around 'ere for?! Start fortifying ze manor! MOVE! MOVE!"
(New Human Empire. Abel and Dandy Man)
Abel came straight at The Dandy Man with his large scythe ready to come down on his head, but just as Abel took a swing, Dandy Man vanished out of sight. A second later a searing pain hit Abel in his lower back. He reached back pulled out two playing cards.
"You're not as fast as I thought you were," Dandy Man snorted, glaring at Abel. "Can't you do any better than that, Father? You disappoint me."
A split second later Dandy Man found Abel right in his face in the blink of an eye. Abel raised his hand and back handed Dandy Man about 15 feet back. Tubalcain stumbled a bit trying to keep his balance. He whipped a trail of blood from his nose and mouth as he glared at Abel before he grinned with delight.
"That's more like it!" Dandy Man laughed, moving out the way as Abel's scythe came down again. "Let's see what you can really do!"
Dandy Man swung his arm as a large magnitude of cards came at Abel. The Crusnik jumped into the air in order to avoid them but instead they followed him and surround him. He just managed to psychokinetic shield around as they exploded. Dandy Man watched as Abel fell to the ground smoking but pretty much undamaged.
"I guess that armor of yours is stronger than I though," Tubalcain chuckled. "I guess the best way to get through it is to cut it wide open!"
He sent another card at Abel just as he looked up from the ground. Abel ducked but not fast enough and the card put a large cut through his helmet, scraping the top of his head and making his blood run out.
"Damn you," Abel cursed, trying to get back up as Dandy Man threw 3 more cards at his head.
Abel dodged two but the third one exploded in his face. He was knocked backwards onto his back. His helmet had taken the greatest damage and was breaking apart at he moved to sit up.
"I might as well end this," Dandy Man snorted, holding up another card. "You really weren't much fun. The Vatican is this era sure is lacking its old fire power. I would much rather fight Alucard. Adios, Padre!"
Tubalcain sent one last final card at Abel just as he pushed himself up. Abel had had enough. He raised his hand up to the card and just as it got to him the card stopped in midair and remained there. Dandy Man's face turned to one of surprise. How did a human do that?
"That's quite enough," Abel growled in a voice that was in no way human. "I've had enough of playing around with scum like you!"
He stood up and glared right at Dandy Man before flicking his wrist and sent the card right back where it came from. Tubalcain had barely gotten out of the way as his exploding card nearly hit him. He turned to look back at Abel.
"Damn that was close," He muttered to himself before focusing on Abel. "Who are you? WHAT are you?!"
Abel reached up and merely flicked a finger to his broken helmet as it shattered to a hundred pieces. Tubalcain took a step back, looking at the thing before him. Was it a vampire? No, I couldn't be, could it? This thing's eyes were glowing red, his hair was like crown of silver, and his lips were stained black with long fangs protruding over them.
"I am the Crusnik! I am a vampire that feeds on the blood of vampires," Abel growled at Dandy Man. "Human's feed on the flesh of cows and birds, vampire's feed of the blood of humans. So then why shouldn't there be something else farther up on the food chain?"
"A Crusnik? A vampire that feeds on…?" Dandy Man muttered, staring at this thing in shock before a nasty smirk cut his lips. "Prove it! Show me! Show me what a 'Crusnik' really can do!"
"So be it, Tubalcain! You really want to see what I can do?" Abel said, holding out his hand and called his scythe back to him and demeanor changed completely. "HAHAHAHAHA! You really want to see what we can do? Foolish little man! We shall tear you apart and drain you dry!"
"'We?' I don't sense anyone else around here," Dandy Man said, looking around before his eyes fell back on Abel and he froze. "Oh, God..."
Abel's face had taken on a new personality like that of a ravenous animal. It was like another person was in control of Abel's flesh. Tubalcain's blood ran cold as the smell of ozone kicked up heavily in the air. What had he gotten himself into? He quickly pulled out handfuls of cards. He wasn't going down without a fight!
(Seth and Cain)
Cain was going all out on the enemy troops below him and flew high in the air using his telekinesis and mega-volt powers on them. He was having too much fun with this. Like shooting fish in barrel and he didn't care who got hit. Friend or foe he didn't care. After all he never really did care about what happened to the people he just wanted this world for his own.
Seth on the other was being more meticulous with her ultra-sonic sound waves. She was trying to reduce the risk of friendly fire as she flew over head. She knew very well what her brother was doing but she couldn't stop him. She hated the fact that she could do nothing. They were running out soldiers and Cain was blasting what they had away along with the enemy.
"Cain, please, don't take out our own men," Seth yelled, avoiding gunfire as did Cain. "We need all we can get!"
"Do you honestly think I care?" Cain snorted, taking sharp dive down.
"No, but I didn't think it hurt to ask," Seth sighed to herself.
(The Imperial Palace. Laboratory)
Isaak and other lab technicians along with engineers worked furiously on getting the original time unit reconstructed and in working order. When they dismantled the unit they REALLY dismantled the unit and some pieces were even destroyed. They had scratch up pieces from other things or make them.
"I can't believe this! Watch out with that power supply!" Isaak barked, watching everyone around him reconstructing the large unit as he worked on the blue prints from what he could remember. "Be carefully with that! No, that piece goes on the other side! Are any of you listening to a word I say?!"
"OH, SHUT UP, ASSHOLE," someone shouted out of the crowd.
Isaak was growing furious with the technicians and engineers and they were growing just as angry at him. Needless to say the project was slow and coming.
(Iron Maiden II)
William wasn't even half way to the Empire yet and getting out of Rome was like going through hell. No one wanted to relive that. He continued to tinker with new little weapon. It was little proud of it. It would cause no harm to humans but vampires well that was another matter altogether. It was primitive he had to admit.
"Father William, what are you doing?" Kate asked, manifesting before him.
"I'm just working on my latest invention," he grinned and pulled out his pipe and put in a little tobacco. "Abel told me about this a while back and believe it or not this right here in the pre-Armageddon era was a child's toy."
"A gun?" Kate asked, looking in shock at William. "How is that child's plaything?!"
William picked up the weapon and took aim at the window that Kate was standing in front of. Her eyes widened. Surely he wasn't going to fire that in here and at the window!
"FATHER, DON'T!!" the holographic nun yelled as William pulled the trigger.
SQUIIIIIIRRRRTTT!! SPLAAAT!!
Kate just froze there was no bag and there wasn't even a bullet involved. She turned around to look at the window to see it soaking wet with what looked like water and tiny flakes of sliver mixed in. She then looked back at William as he finally lit his pipe.
"A pistol that shoots blessed water and powdered silver," he said as he let out a puff of smoke. "Obviously Millennium got a hold of the Anti-UV gel and as we all know the UV-gel washes off in water. Just to make this more useful I added in the silver powder. The water has a special liquid in it that keeps the silver flakes from sticking and clogging up the small pump and tubes. Totally harmless to humans but effective against vampires, am I right?"
Kate stood there speechless for once. It was so out there, yet so practical to the point of being really useful. A child's plaything was now a deadly weapon against a formidable foe. She couldn't believe what she was seeing and hearing. Only William Walter Wordsworth would come up with something like that.
"Well, do you like it, Sister Kate?" he asked with a small hopeful smile.
"At least it won't mess up my radar," Kate sighed. "It's probably one of best things you've ever came up with."
"That's nice to hear," William said, giving her a full-fledge smile. "Now all that's left is getting this item mass-produced and hooked it up to larger water tanks and putting a little bit more pressure in them for more distance and force."
(A/N End Chapter 25. Man, I'm tired. I'm almost out of college for summer break. I've got a butt load of computer 3D models I need to finish and I need to texture them too. I have a journal for a public speak class I need to finish. Not to mention finish my Seras Victoria costume for the Animazement Convention in Durham, NC on May 23-25. I'm also helping a friend sew her Hiei costume as well. I'm booked full so I won't be updating for a while. Sorry.)
Millie M. Banshee