D watched the smiling priest move out of the corner of his eyes for a few moments, silent and still like he had not been confronted. He could hear the priest continue down the main aisle, slowly approaching the row of pews where D was sitting, the priests' shoes hit loudly against the hard stone floor inside the quiet church. A lone middle-aged woman in a drab purple sweater was the only other occupant and she quickly moved to leave the church at the strangely intimidating auras the priest and dark traveler exuded.
The Father stopped before reaching D, casually interlacing his fingers in front of himself. "Stand up and face me, vampire. I won't go easy on you because you're not from around here. I've never been a big fan of tourists myself, they always get in the way," the priest said in the dunpeal's direction.
D slowly stood, walked down the narrow path between pews, until he stopped face to face with the mysterious priest. The priest had dirty blonde hair, round glasses, and moved to hold two bayonets to form a cross that glowed, reflecting the sunlight streaming through the round stained glass window.
"You're not with Hellsing, are you," the dhampir all but stated, his wavy black hair hung loosely down his shoulders contrasting with his pale skin. His hand was almost itching to reach for the longsword he religiously carried on his back, until now.
"Hellsing! Of course I'm not with Hellsing; those incompetent bastards. They couldn't keep track of the one vampire that literally fell right into their hands. Unfortunately for you, vampire, I'm also not as tolerant of you pathetic monsters as Hellsing- leashed or otherwise. Amen!" finished the priest, expertly throwing a bayonet aimed for D's heart.
With the reflexes only a noble could have boasted the dhampir caught the bayonet between two palms, the blade stopped only an inch away from piercing his chest. Immediately he felt the hot burn of the metal searing into his hands and released it, the bayonet clattered against the marble floor. The strange and deadly knives the priest fought with were exceedingly dangerous for vampires. D was almost surprised on how much anti-vampire gear the priest possessed but in this world there was no nobility to make humans forget their weaknesses with psychological mechanisms.
"If you're not Hellsing then you should leave. I mean no harm to your people, but I will defend myself," D responded to the inappropriately gleeful Father.
"Quiet- I wouldn't even risk the lives of these filthy English Protestants on nothing but a monster's word," the priest let out a deranged laugh and pulled another bayonet out of his coat. With that the priest charged towards the dhampire, bayonets held steady.
D stood his ground and took a fighting stance as the priest flew towards him, bayonets slashing through the air where D had been standing only fractions of a second before- the Father's speed was inhuman. The dhampir was unarmed except for his fists, which were busy grappling with and redirecting a constant stream of silver bayonets. Eventually, when the priest either exhausted his seemingly endless supply of blessed bayonets or was tired of throwing them at D, the two slowly circled each other, waiting for the other to strike first.
While the two had been fighting, the sun was setting slowly. A multicolor light show covered the inside of the church as sunbeams shone through the stained glass, leaving distorted biblical scenes to glow overtop the two fighters.
D was striking offensively now, not only just counteracting the priests attacks. Deciding that this fight needed to start progressing, and hopefully in his favor, D picked up one of the holy bayonets scattered on the hard floor and flicked it quickly at the Father. Although it missed its mark it still clipped the top of the priests arm, leaving a few drops of blood to flow from the wound and smatter on the floor.
"Well done little vampire, not many exist that can say they drew my blood," spat the priest whose face was still plastered with an insane leer. The priest steadied himself with bayonets raised when the tall double doors exploded open dramatically, with a large boom.
"Father Anderson- you're already bleeding and I haven't even arrived. How inconsiderate to start without me, I thought we were friends," remarked the arriving vampire, clothed in a red cloak with wide brimmed hat with complete with eccentric round glasses that reflected the world in a rose tint.
"That's a lot of talk seeing as I beat you to your own alien, which Hellsing lost in the first place. Which is awfully low- even for a bunch of incompetent, slow amateurs like Hellsing," Anderson barked back.
"Well then I guess I'll have to thank you for finding my little lost duckling for me. I admit, he gave me the slip but it was very nice of you to light up the exterior of the building with your holy wards. It made finding you both a lot easier," said Alucard with a dangerous grin spreading across his face.
Gunshots rang out across the church as the vampire attacked the priest violently; the hard actions left a few blood drops to fly across the room from Andersons cut arm. An intense fight ensued- only his quick reflexes and heightened senses as a half noble allowed him to understand the fights progression. D was left standing in front of the alter with the two bloodthirsty opponents effectively blocking his path to the doorway. An anti-vampire barrier, composed of torn bible pages glowing with holy light, covered the outside of the stained glass windows- the only leaving would be done through the front doors.
Eventually an unnatural fog started to fill the church; D's spine uncontrollably shivered, the fog was somehow synonymous with the mad vampire Alucard. To feel the crimson vampire's presence engulfing his entire being with invisible eyes trained on him was starting to break through D's self-control. The thick fog finally coalesced back towards Alucard's form, drawing into his body and settling into the wounds gained and chunks carved out of his flesh by bayonet, in this way Alucard became whole and entirely healed. The priest had disappeared- Alucard won had won this battle but the war between the two weapons and their respective organizations was far from over.
"All that's left is to deal with you," Alucard said and started slowly walking towards D. The dhampir let Alucard approach for a few seconds before speeding for the door. As D started to move past the vampire at near super speed, he was grabbed at the hips by Alucard and jostled against the other vampire roughly as the dhampire decelerated into his person. Alucard reeled D inwards towards him, too close for comfort.
"Don't think that you're going to get away from me a second time," growled the vampire into D's ear. He held as still as possible while Alucard held him there- the one of the vampire's arms held D's arms tightly behind his back and the other was tangled in the back of D's hair, using it to pull back his head slightly.
"You smell awfully… fresh, for a vampire," Alucard said softly, yanking the dhampir's curly black hair to give himself more access to the man's pale neck. Suddenly, the vampire bit down, hard; D shuddered as he felt the teeth dig into the flesh of his throat and let out an involuntary moan. This only seemed to encourage the other vampire more, whose muscular jaw bit down even harder while Alucard gulped down the other's blood.
After a few moment of struggle, D seemed to loose control of his own body; it went lax in the vampire's arms. His mind went foggy and he realized eventually that he was being carried outside the church and through the dark alleyways. The last thing he registered before loosing consciousness was eyes on him, multiple inhuman, dark eyes trained upon him like he had already died and gone to hell.
"So, he's alive then?" Integra said, stated more than asked, exhaling acrid tobacco smoke from her nostrils and into the dark study. It must've been late in the evening; the sun had long since set, trees and bits of hedge could be seen dimly through large windows overlooking the grounds. Integra sat behind an impressive hardwood desk piled with stacks of paper-one of the many symptoms of bureaucracy.
"Yes, Master," Alucard replied sensually, as if savoring the words on his tongue.
Integra did not do anything to betray her annoyance with his words but knew that Alucard still somehow knew she found it irritating, which was why he made a habit of it.
"He is subdued but he will wake up soon. He shouldn't be causing Hellsing much more trouble, I made sure of that," responded the No Life King.
"What makes you so sure when he has already escaped?" Integra retorted, shifting in her leather chair.
"I drank his blood. Blood is power, and knowledge, and that will give us control him to a small extent although he is already a vampire," Alucard responded seriously. "Also… he may not be what he seems. While his blood is vampiric in nature, it is not completely. His blood holds the taste of the ageing only human blood ever does, of something living and changing. It is not the blood of a vampire or human."
"Almost human, huh," Integra responded, crushing the butt of her cigar into the ashtray. "Well, He is an alien. It's possible that he's just different. It's possible his vampirism is not consistent with what exists on our Earth...
Anyway, enough with him. The Vatican has been getting bolder- extremely so to come into England and trying to kill our newest stray. What's worse is that I was under the impression that their special agent Anderson was forcibly retired- the fact that they mobilized him means he might be coming back to work for the Vatican, permanently,"
The door to the large study flew open to give way to an older English gentleman.
"Good evening Integra, I hate to interrupt but I have some reports from the MI5 you might find to be of interest," said Walter Dornez kindly, breaking apart Integra's thoughts towards the Vatican. He gave a deep nod to acknowledge the silent vampire who was wearing an unreadable expression, perhaps lost in thought. Alucard nodded back at the aging butler and leaned backwards into the wall he was standing near. Even when he was reclined fully against the wall he never ceased his motion, the wall eventually swallowed him completely and he disappeared from the room.
The countess scowled but quickly an amused smile lit up her face.
"I didn't even dismiss him. He's never so quick to leave. He usually stays to pester me by telling me about how his mission went in scrupulous detail and won't leave until I order him too," said the lady Hellsing.
"At least Alucard hasn't lost his flair for the dramatic, m' lady," replied Walter. "Although nothing can really compare to the time with the vampire bats. It took the maids weeks to beat all the bat dung out of those draperies."
"I could never forget that," exclaimed Integra as she shuffled through the small stack of beige folders, courtesy of the MI5.
"Well, it looks like we've got another few rogue vampires running around Britain."
D woke with a pounding head and felt drained, literally. He felt dazed and disoriented; he only knew that it was darker than the black of night and that he was lying on top of something soft. He reached his arm out in front of him quickly and felt the cold of wood, he pushed at it not really expecting it to open but it did- he was lying in a coffin inside a basement, probably somewhere within the enormous Hellsing estate.
"Good morning- or should I say evening," said a deep voice into D's ear startling him, causing him to jump slightly. At the same moment two strong arms wrapped around D held him close to the vampire's person. D was in no physical condition to resist and felt akin to a ragdoll being pulled around. Lazily Alucard lightly sucked on D's damaged neck, which had already started scabbing over thanks to his accelerated healing. D was unwilling to get bitten again and was already feeling woozy from lack of blood and struggled weakly in the vampire's embrace. In response to his pathetic attempts at struggling, Alucard flipped over in his coffin and pushed D underneath him with his back to the floor.
"Don't you dare struggle against me, I'm the only reason you're alive. Master Integra doesn't care whether you're alive or not as long as you're not making trouble for Hellsing. So don't give me any trouble, because I'm responsible for you and if you do- I'll drain you dry," Alucard growled into the dhampir's ear, he was so close D could feel the vibration in the vampire's throat. Then the vampire did something D felt was unwarranted.
Alucard aggressively kissed D, if it could be called that. More accurately, it could be said that Alucard roughly dominated D's mouth with his tongue. Alucard held the base of D's jaw and forced his way inside his mouth with his tongue and lewdly thrust his tongue into the dhampir's oral cavity. Eventually, the vampire slowed until he was only lapping at the roof of D's mouth and then withdrew entirely, with this D let out an involuntary whine. The dunpeal sat as still as he could, breathing faster than normal.
"Never forget that I am the reason you are still alive," the crimson vampire said looking down at D, sprawled enticingly underneath him, with red lips slightly swollen from abuse. It was in that moment when D finally realized that no matter what he did, he could not defy Alucard's power, not now. It was in his best interest to be the vampire's newest chewtoy. For now, thankfully, the Alucard was content to study his face in silence.
Suddenly, in one smooth motion, the crimson vampire backed away from D, stepping out of his coffin. Alucard's face burst into the mad grin D had begun to associate with him. "Let's get some fresh blood. You won't be much use to Hellsing as a skeleton."
AN: Wow, another chapter finally! I can hardly believe it myself. Don't be shy, do review~