Author's Note: Chapter Three.
Anderson couldn't believe it. The answer to his question of who the brother from his dream was had been answered in the worst possible way; the Hellsing vampire, Alucard.
For years he had wanted answers to the mystery of his past. Now that he had one answer he wasn't sure he wanted more. He also knew the only way to know more would be to ask Alucard. He knew in his heart the vampire would answer his questions, but he really didn't want to face the reality that his brother was he one thing he despised most in the world.
Memories flood his mind. All the friends, the paladins, the children he had lost to vampires over the past decades since his arrival in Italy. Tears pricked his eyes, and he stubbornly blinked them away. He pushed down the hatred that threatened to fill him as he thought of all those losses at the hands of vampires and their ghouls. He needed answers, and only Alucard could give him the answers he had sought for the past forty years.
He flopped back onto his bed with a groan. It was going to be a long, hard process for him. He just knew it.
Days later he was in the war museum in London with Bishop Enrico Maxwell and Father Renaldo to meet Integra Hellsing to give her information on Millennium. He admired a painting until he heard Maxwell snap his fingers, leaving to wonder how the man was able to do it so loudly.
"ANDERSON!"
Alucard had made an appearance then, which also meant Maxwell had lost his temper with Sir Hellsing.
He drew two bayonets and stalked towards the group
"Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now therefore, ye kings. Be admonished, ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little."
Alucard grinned madly, drawing his silver gun and a new black one.
"Iscariot does not shirk when the enemy presents itself!"
Alucard laughed.
"Neither of us could back down in front of an enemy. Come on then, Judas Priest!"
Anderson laughed, ignoring Maxwell's orders to stop. Just as it seemed like they would really have to fight, the Draculina, Seras Victoria, popped up pretending to be a tour guide, leading a group of elderly Japanese tourists between them.
Alucard put his guns away.
"This isn't the time or place for a fight."
Anderson lowered his blades, nodded.
"Yes. You may have a point."
They walked in separate directions. Anderson rounded a corner and looked around to make sure there was no one else in hearing distance.
"Vlad?"
"Here."
He jumped and whirled to see his brother's head sticking out of the wall behind him.
"Don't do that! Are ye tryin' to give me a heart attack?!" he growled.
The ancient monster simply chuckled, emerging fully from the wall to stand before the priest.
"You have questions."
Though it was a statement, Anderson nodded. Alucard reached into his jacket and pulled out an old journal. He handed it to the blond.
"Write in this. I have the partner. Anything you write I will see, and I will write back. No one else will be able to reach it but us. This will do until it is safe for us to speak in person. When the journal is full close it and flip it four times in your hands. That will wipe it clean."
Anderson gawked at him. He had thought things through very thoroughly. Alucard smiled, reached out to pat his scarred cheek gently, a gesture that was so familiar and comforting to the paladin. He disappeared back through the wall, and Anderson left, returning to Rome and the orphans that awaited him.
End Note: We have the famous museum rant, and now Anderson has a way to get answers. Please review.