Vampires and Automail
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Begin Chapter Two: Van Hohenheim's Gate
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Hellsing Residence, Main Lobby
"Police Girl, please explain to me why the severed limbs of a printing-press are in my house?" Sir Integra questioned Seras.
"We were expecting weapons to replace the heavily used ones we have now, correct?" asked Pip.
"Yes, and we needed those newer anti-tank rifles for Seras to use. She's all but ripped out the rifling in her old ones," Integra said to Pip. "Any leads as to where the guns went?"
"Just a fake address in an Amestris," Seras piped up. "No idea what the postmaster was thinking, letting a package without a valid address through customs. Possibly bribed?"
Integra shook her head. "The package was sent from our firearms distributer in Berlin. It was searched there and sent off. Plus, we run the postmasters' office. Can't have any information leaking out about us."
They all thought for a moment. "So it was brought into the country, then switched out before it reached the warehouse. So we're looking for a highly trained group of people or someone of a-" *cough* "-mystical variety-" Bernadotte proceeded to have a coughing fit.
"I would suggest laying off the cigarettes for now," Integra stated.
"Well, Chef, when one is in the presence of a fellow smoker, it is hard not joining in," Pip said, gesturing towards the cigar in Sir Hellsing's mouth.
"Yes," Integra said, smothering her cigar in the ashtray, "quite."
At that moment, the absent Alucard decided to show up by breaking the lock on Sir Integra's office with a kick to the doorknobs. Everyone's eyes widened in shock, not so much because of his dramatic entrance but because he was fuming. Literally, his coat was smoldering from burn patches everywhere.
"Master!" Seras greeted him.
"Tell the Vatican I won't hesitate to kill their men next time they ruin my coat," he said to Sir Hellsing, taking it off and hanging it on the coat rack.
"What do you have to report on the new-blood vampire taking up residence in Dublin?" Integra asked, without a hint of worry as to his injured red friend.
"Dead, as well as all fifteen ghouls he created for himself."
"I hope you saved some ammunition from your adventure, because our new weapons went AWOL in the mail," the Frenchman said.
Alucard grinned, raising an eyebrow. His attention was then directed to the open crate on the rug. His grin dropped and the room went silent.
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Central Headquarters, Lieutenant Colonel Mustang's Office
"March fifth, two thousand? That can't be right, that's 85 fucking years in the future!" Roy yelled at Ed.
"Don't yell at me! I'm just reading what it says!" Ed shouted back.
With an irritated twitch in his eye, Ed turned back to the letter. Berlin? Germany? Hellsing? What the hell kind of joke is this? Ed thought to himself.
"This is ridiculous; I'll send a squad to search for any kind of leads on where this came from. In the meantime, we should bring these down to the gun range, although," Roy said, casting a glance at the cannons, "we may need something a slight bit bigger than the closet we use for shooting."
Ed grinned. "No doubt about that, but save a few rounds for me.
"So we need to search for a Hans Jackson and an Integra Hellsing, whoever they might be," he continued. "Although, if they're the same as the address, I don't think we're going to find anything."
Al looked at Ed. "I think I know who to ask, but you're not gonna like telling her that you lost her automail."
He stopped mumbling strategy plans to himself and eyed Al. "You've got to be kidding be."
"Winry Rockbell? I've seen the lumps she's left on your head, Fullmetal. Maybe Al should visit her on his own," Mustang suggested.
"Yeah," Ed said, rubbing the back of his head, "good idea."
Roy turned to Al. "I'll have a military escort accompany you to the train station, we can't have anything about this leaking out."
"Of course," Al nodded.
"So, Ed, now that you have some free time, it seems your uppers want you to test some new prototypes," Roy says while lifting the 68 kilogram cannon out of the crate.
"All in the service of the Führer," Ed said with a grin.
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Hellsing Residence, Main Lobby
"Alucard, this is the one time I've seen you scared in my entire life. Where the hell do you know these pieces from?" Hellsing asked with a worried tone.
Seras stopped focusing on Alucard's expression and turned towards Integra. It was the first time either of the two had shown any emotion other than a calm, collected cool, and the result was scaring everyone, including the lingering members of Wild Geese around the room.
When the stillness began to blanket even the mind of Sir Hellsing, Alucard began talking.
"In February 1910, thirty-two years before I joined Walter in the Second World War, I consumed the soul of one non-human target, Van Hohenheim. He wasn't a vampire, ghoul, or human, but he was undead."
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Germany 1910, Eight Kilometers from Berlin
"Van Hohenheim, I'm afraid you're going to have to leave," the voice said, waking him from his haze. "It's not anything I have against you, the manager just says we can't have debtors gambling or drinking until it's been paid off."
He sighed, pushing his chair away from the table. "I understand, Jakob. Auf Wiedersehen."
As he stood to leave, the Elric noticed a shadowy figure seated in the corner. The man, wearing ordinary working clothes, wouldn't have been out of place had he not denied drink, food or the company of fellow bar patrons.
Something was wrong. Hohenheim knew something was wrong. He couldn't be followed.
As he walked towards the door, he watched the reflection in the window of the bar as the man stood and casually strolled after him.
Lose him. You have to lose him, he thought frantically.
As soon as he was clear of the door, he ran into the alley. One block, two blocks, three blocks, ducking into alley after alley, passing house after house, Hohenheim ran until he couldn't run anymore. Panting, he looked back, checking the coast. No one.
Relieved, Van Hohenheim checked his surroundings to see if he could find a gasthaus since his current residence wouldn't be safe.
"And where are we off to in such a hurry, fremde?" A voice echoed off of the alley walls.
Whipping back around, he was surprised to see that the man from the bar had caught up to him. Now, from this distance, he could see him clearly. About 190 centimeters in height, he had raven black hair, red-tinted glasses and a devious grin showing off unnaturally long incisors.
"What do you want, you fiend?" the Elric asked, taking a step back.
With a widened grin, he said, "I am Alucard, and according to some associates of Hellsing, you've been causing quite the stir in town. I've heard the rumors. A man that never dies, an immortal, a perfect human that steals the lives of passersby, I'm surprised I wasn't sent sooner to take care of you."
In a split second, Alucard had him pinned to the wall with a hand on his throat.
"I'm afraid I'll be leaving now, but not before I take your soul."
And the world went white.
Everything was silent, until Hohenheim heard a voice.
Now, now, mister. You can't come back here without paying. I already lost out on your payment once.
Truth.
He turned around slowly to face the blank man. The same white infinity, the same gate, the same deal with an apparition.
"Truth, has it really been six years? My, how you've grown. Now, it seems that someone consumed my soul, and I would like it returned to me. Our deal was that I lived for eternity if I passed through the gate alive," Van Hohenheim stated blankly.
Ah, yes. The dying man looking for a way to prolong his life so that he would see his children grow. Except, you never did come back to visit. Well, as luck would have it, I believe your boy Alphonse will be dropping by shortly, but Edward won't be staying long.
At that moment, the Gate's eye opened. The carved stone morphing almost naturally to reposition itself.
I'm afraid I have to entertain other guests, but your youngest should be here soon.
With that said, Truth disappeared and the Gate opened to lay a boy down in front of it.
Hohenheim gasped silently.
"Alphonse."
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The Gate, Truth's Domain
Alucard opened his eyes to blinding whiteness. Blinking away the pain of the light, he stood slowly, his footing unsure.
Well, I never expected to meet you here, Alucard, the No Life King.
Turning his head, Alucard was met with a strange sight. A blank person.
Well, you're here anyways, so you have to pay the toll.
"And who might you be, No-face?" Alucard asked with an edge in his voice.
Where are my manners? You'd think with so many recent visitors, I would have learned. I am Truth. I am everywhere and see everything. I know all and protect that which is precious. And right now, you have something precious that will need to be traded for your passaid, looking around.
"I'm afraid I don't care, now how do I get out of this place?" Alucard said.
You don't, or you can't until I say so. Your body, mind, and soul are in limbo, and only I can raise the stick to let you walk through. Now, let's see here… I want your soul, or more specifically, I want the souls you consume.
"That's impossible because I won't give them to you."
The Gate does not care whether you are willing, only that you are here.
"Gate? You mean I could have left?"
No. you couldn't and can't. You see, I've had some slippery people see the Gate who did not pay in full. Like two young boys who came through not too long ago. One paid his share, and the other only paid with a leg.
Usually I pull those people back to pay what they owe, but he gave his an arm as well for the soul of his brother. He was so sincere about it that I voided his dues and took the deal. Now look at these lovely limbs…
Suddenly, with a puff of gray smoke, Truth stood before Alucard, sporting a right arm and a left leg. As if modeling a dress, it showed off the skin like it was a prized possession.
I would love to have something of yours to go with it, but you're being stubborn. I guess I can just force it from you.
"Just try to," he snarled.
A grin spread on the face of Truth. Let's see if vampires can truly handle eternity.
A small black hand shot past Alucard's head, then another, and another until he was surrounded by hands, tugging him backward. The hands forced him to look at the structure behind him, the giant, stone Gate.
I'm afraid our little chat stops here, Vlad the Impaler.
End Chapter Two: Van Hohenheim's Gate
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Author's Note:
In this story, you may notice two things:
One- I use the metric system. While I don't know how to use it very well, I still try to copy the mannerisms of both animes in that both are set in countries that use it.
And Two- I switch between past and present tense… a lot. It's not something I'm doing on purpose; it's just how the words fit together in my mind.
On another note, the last chapter was deleted when I tried updating the story icon. Mass confusion ensued until I found the Document Recovery thing, but I still took the chance to fix some minor details and errors. Also, this was released in two days instead of the expected week I thought it would take. That's not the publishing schedule, sorry.
You can expect the third chapter in a few days or so. Don't hold me to it, though, high school and marching band just started. One more year, then college, then I'm a free man... until I get a job, that is. Sousaphones for the win. PEACE!