Vampires and Automail

The following is a fan-made story.

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Begin Chapter Three: Meeting New Friends

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The Gate, Infinite Blackness

Alucard was aware of nothing, yet he could see endlessly. Not that it mattered. The place he was in was a silent, roiling place. As far as he could see, including his vampire sight, there was nothing but the seething black trails of the billion hands that seemed to wave to him in greeting.

A sharp pain filled his chest. Like leaches, the hands were ripping at his ribcage. He had never felt pain like this before. It was as if they were eating at his life, his memories and his soul, all at once. Right as he was on the verge of passing out from the pain, a wave of relief washed over him and everything was still.

As if waking from a nightmare during his childhood, Alucard bolted upright from where he was laying in a yard. Checking himself, he found his clothes had reverted to his regular red coat and wide-brim hat. It was as if it had all been a dream, and it may have been.

What pulled the vampire from lying back against the tree was the smell of human blood. Standing up, he found himself in front of a small two floor house on top of a hill overlooking a dirt road. Cautiously opening the door, Alucard followed the smell to the basement. The stone steps were covered in black dust that left unnatural footprints as he walked downstairs.

It was a slaughterhouse. Tables of broken beakers and books crowded one wall while several suits of armor lined the other. A human skeleton, its bones blackened by some unknown cause, laid in the center of a pagan symbol drawn in chalk on the stone floor. Streaks of blood lead around the edge of this circle then abruptly to the wall.

As if to say one last goodbye to the world, a puff of smoke and dust escaped the skeleton as it settled in its position on the ground. Not surprisingly, it looked like a scene from hell. Alucard was almost lost in thought about the events that unfolded here, until he heard the door open upstairs.

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Central Headquarters, Training Field

KOOM! KOOM! KOOM!

"Hey, Hawkeye!" Ed yelled, covering his ears, "Hawkeye, stop shooting for a second!"

Riza continued firing until she set the silver monster down after the clip was completely depleted.

Removing her headphones, she turned to Ed. "Good to see you, Ed. Have to say, I love the guns you brought down."

Ed rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I know, you've been shooting for an hour. So what do you think?"

"These are some hard-hitting pieces of equipment I've seen in a long time, and that's just the handguns. The Colonel won't let me fire the cannons or the black pistol, though, so I can't say anything about them."

"We're actually loading up to go to the outskirts of the city to test fire them, and he invited you."

Brushing hair out of her eyes, Riza smiled. "What are we waiting for?"

"Well, Mustang's having some trouble getting one of the larger transport trucks commandeered for our expedition. It could be a while."

Shielding her eyes for the sun, Riza smiled, "Speak of the devil."

Ed turned around as a covered transport truck drove up next to the training field. From the back Ed could see the tops of the two Harkonnen cannons peeking out at him. A shiver passed through him. There was just something about them that seemed otherworldly, as if it were some beast wanting to be used in war, to destroy anything in its path.

"You coming, Fullmetal? I don't have all day," Roy called down from the truck.

With a frown, Ed climbed into the back and sat on the metal benches built in to the back of the truck. The First Lieutenant sat across from him, carrying the silver pistol in a holster.

As the vehicle began its nine kilometer trip out of the city, a thought occurred to Ed as he stared at a strange flag imprinted onto the side of the cannons. It was a simple red cross on a white rectangle, bizarrely plain for the national flag of 'BRITAIN,' as it was spelled out underneath. It could be a secret organization instead of a country, but somehow he couldn't help but thing about the day he saw the Gate.

Equivalent Exchange, that is what he learned from his mistakes. He had knocked, and the Gate answered. But, Ed thought, Gates always went somewhere, didn't they? You didn't build a doorway for nothing.

Well, well, well, aren't we the over-achiever today? I'm surprised; usually it takes decades, even centuries for people to figure something like that out.

Ed looked up. The truck was gone, replaced by the white expanse he was all too familiar with.

I mean, I only dropped those packages in the mail a few days ago.

"Truth, stop rambling and explain why the hell I'm here," Ed said, trying to hide the fear in his voice.

The white figure grinned impossibly wide. When you can do whatever you want and you live forever, you get bored. So, every few millennia or so I drop a few pieces of importance on either side of the Gate, just for the hell of it. Oh, but you already guessed that, or were going to, anyway, before I dragged you in here.

"Other… side? You mean those things are from another world?! I was going crazy trying to explain some random package swap and you're telling me there's another universe over there?!" Ed yelled.

You already knew in your heart it wasn't just a random mix up. I get bored, through the eternities, so teasing mortals is what I pass my time doing. You answered my question, although, having knowledge prior to being asked may be a bit cheating. I won't hold it against you, because you paid for what you know. Now, Edward, I'm afraid you have a train to catch.

"What the hell are you- Is it even possible to pass the-?!" His eyes widened. The Gate, he had forgotten about the Gate.

Black arms engulfed him as he tried in vain to shake them off.

"DON'T I EVEN GET TO SAY GOODBYE?!"

No, you get to say hello.

In an instant, the memories of the day he and Al tried bringing their mother back repeated themselves. Knowledge and pain, flooding in like an ocean. Only, this time, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

With the sound of a deafening lightning strike and military commands being shouted over his head, Ed passed out cold, his face pressed against a rough paved street.

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Hellsing Residence, Main Lobby

"So you're saying that for months, you were in another universe? Then why the hell do our records show you were MIA for years?" Integra pressed.

"Time differences between the worlds. Their time travels slower than ours, so while I spent eight months wandering around in search of a way back, eight years passed here," the vampire explained.

"Should we be questioning him, Patron? I've stopped questioning anything he's said when he showed us how these prosthetics work," Pip said, fiddling with the electric transformer hooked up to the metal arm. "It's interesting to see that a place just starting to understand technology like internal combustion engines and electricity can comprehend something we can't even touch."

Their conversation was interrupted by a guard opening the door with a message from the Hellsing Post in Leatherhead regarding a trespassing incident.

"The Head Officer reports that the boy is unconscious and in intensive care although he has unusual prosthetics that were-"

"-made of metal?"

The guard looked taken aback, "Uh, yes, sir. That's exactly what the report says. May I ask how you guessed?"

Sir Integra smiled, "We have his replacements on the table over there. Now, Walter, would you bring the car around? We have to make a trip to Leatherhead."

"Of course, sir," the butler said with a bow.

The hour drive was made mostly in silence, the two vampires and three humans lost in their own thought. Seras was staring out at the passing trees, Alucard was brooding silently, and the rest were focusing on the many roadblocks that seemed intent on keeping them away from their destination. Of course, no one, with the possible exception of Alucard, could guess who they were going to see.

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Leatherhead Hellsing Post, Intensive Care

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN YOU TOOK MY WATCH?! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO PROVE I'M A STATE ALCHEMIST?!"

"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to sit down before we are forced to restrain you. Sir Hellsing will be here in a few minutes, and after that, your possessions will be returned to you."

"LIKE HELL I'M GONNA SEE SOMEONE THAT TAKES MY SHIT! NOW TELL ME WHERE THE HELL I AM!"

Ed wouldn't stop yelling at the guard. His head hurt, and he could barely remember anything after looking at the flag on the cannon. It was all blurred and muffled. And now he was in a small room that looked too futuristic to be real with all of its medical-looking machines with a military person wearing a uniform with the same fucking flag as the guns. He felt like it was a prank, but he knew it wasn't.

"He's right down here, but everything he says about himself doesn't make sense. We've done extensive research but we can't find anything about anyone named Edward Elric. It's like he doesn't exist."

It sounded like Ed had visitors. Wonderful, maybe now they'd give him his coat and watch back.

"Mr Elric, I'm going to ask you to move to the interrogation room. Sir Integra Hellsing is waiting for you."

"I won't even think about it until I at least get my damn coat."

"She permitted you to have it,' the guard said, handing the red cloth to Ed.

She? he thought. Sir? Who is it I'm going to meet?!

The guard followed him down the hall to an open door, the sounds of their footsteps echoing hollowly. Past the door was a small room with a metal table and a mirror across one wall. Two people sat in chairs on the opposite side of the table. The guard motioned for him to sit it the empty chair.

The one leaning on the table with a cigar in their mouth looked like the one in charge. Sir Hellsing, I think. But the one sitting to the side looked... odd. Tall, with red eyes and black hair, the stranger sat staring in thought at some spot on the floor. He was very odd, but Ed could find something he liked about him.

Wow, that guy's got a nice coat.

End Chapter Three: Meeting New Friends

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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, when Ed notices the British flag on the Harkonnen II, should I have used the Union Jack or is St George's Cross fine? I'm only asking so I don't accidentally offend any Brits or people from Ireland, Scotland, or Wales.

I lied about the update. I had a break from everything this weekend as well as being sick today so had time to finish this chapter. The fourth chapter can be expected whenever school lets up a little. Chapter Two came out extremely early because I was excited about finishing it in two days, so don't expect me to keep the two day schedule, at all... ever. Well, maybe during summer or holiday breaks, if I'm inspired enough, but only then.