A/N: Well this is part 1 of the battle chap, the second wont be close by. I hope you Pip fans wont hate me for what i did to Pip..... Don't worry he won't die. Well, enjoy!
After the incident from two nights before, the tension between Alucard and Seras grew. Even though he had accepted her feelings, there was a wide rift between them and neither vampire could cross it. Alucard had told Seras the information Ivan had told him.
"He said that the Alexandrovich family was extremely dangerous and powerful. The head of the family, Dmitri, was the most feared vampire in Russia and Lord over the vampires in the entire country." Alucard said while sipping a bloodpack. They were in their hotel room, drinking the rationed blood Walter had given Seras. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor while Alucard overtook the whole bed.
"So," His fledgling began to say. "He was like a King."
"Perhaps." Alucard lazily agreed. When the mission was in question, there was no tension between them. It was like evrything was normal, like nothing happened. But if one of them touch the subject of last night, it was beyond awkward, which annoyed Alucard to the bone. But he stepped over that for now and continued with the information he now told his blonde fledgling.
"Apparently Dmitri came here to search for his lost son and kill him."
"Nicholas?"
"Yes. Dmitri's son was a dhampir so he must be after Nicholas."
"But why?! Nicholas hasn't harmed anyone! There's no reason to kill him!"
"When a powerful vampire and a human girl mate, the girl produces a half-breed, a dhampir." Alucard began explaining, snickering at how uncomfprtable Seras had become. "The dhapmir child in question will have most human traits and vampire traits. He would be able to walk in the sun, cross waters, be immune to holy silver and water. He will also regenerate quickly, have vampire speed and strength, read minds, have telepathic abilities, the ability to fly and turn into his familiar."
"Yeah ok, so why would this Dmitri kill him?"
"It's a matter of power. A dhampr is the perfect vampire hunter. If the dhampir is the offspring of an all powerful vampire, his own vampire powers will increase a thousandfold. With those powers, he could easily kill his Father like we kill the fake vampires. So in order to keep his position as Lord vampire of Russia, he must get rid of the next powerful vampire, or in this case, dhampir, to prevent his own death."
"That's absolutely unfair! Murdering an innocent being for his personal gain! His son!" She yelled, slamming her fist on the carpet.
Seras was outraged. She was so furious that she gripped the bloodpack in her hand too tightly and it exploded all over her clothes. This fueled her temper even more. Seras swore colorfully under her breath as she stood up from the floor, soaked in cold blood. Alucard, extremly amused by her antics, got off the bed and decided to clean her himself.
Strong arms encirled her waist, immediately distracting Seras from her temper tantrum. She was confused. This was the 4th time he had touched her like this and yet he said nothing about what had happened the night before.
"Are you toying with me again?" She managed to growl before he did something deliscious to her. Alucard chuckled. "No. Isn't this what humans do to their loved ones?"
"Are we human?"
"No." He laughed again. "But our nature is similar to theirs, is it not?" He murmured into her ear and slowly licked the blood off her neck. Seras almost went limp in his arms, almost melted into his body frame. But she tried to hold herself together and just barely managed to speak.
"How do I know you're not taking advantage of me?" She asked quickly, shivering as she felt his cold breath on her bloody neck. This was so infuriating and distracting. She wanted to go change her clothes and her Master wasn't letting her.
He was holding her so nicely, blowing air on her wet neck and making her whole body shake with shivers. She hated it when he did that! But it felt so good, it confused her hate with passion and love. Seras didn't know what to feel for him anymore.
"What a suspicious girl you are, Seras." He chuckled in her ear. "I won't take advantage of you. But we need to discuss this." Alucard sighed and moved away from her, some of the blood was imprinted on his shirt and pants. He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled Seras into his lap, still holding her by her waist.
"M-Master?" In an instance Seras became squeamish, struggling against his grasp. She didn't want to talk about that stupid thing that happened, she didn't want to discuss how he'd trample her feelings again and again. She had no heart left to live through it again.
"You have to listen to me Seras. I listened to what you had to say, isn't it time you returned the favor?"
"All you'll say is that I'm just a toy to you! Let me go!" She accused, trying to worm her way out of the conversation and his arms. But Alucard kept laughing at her attempts and hugged her closer.
"Seras, calm down. I won't say that anymore now. Be still!" Alucard ordered, puling her hard aginst his chest. His bear hug stopped her squirming and Seras was forced to sit in his lap quietly. She pouted, disatisfied with the circumstances.
"Good girl." He praised and earned a deadly glare from his subordinate. "You said some things the night before that made me question my decision for turning you. I am not a romantic man, Seras and I do not know how to show or word my feelings in a way that would make you understand." Alucard explained. He loosened his grip when Seras really did sit still. She was intruiged and stunned. Her Master sounded so lonely just now.
"You said you loved me and I rejected those feelings because I thought they were worthless. They weren't of any use to me. I kill and slaughter my own kin, there isn't any room for emotions of any kind. I turned you because you were something new and in the begining, I admit, I only wanted you to be my toy." He paused and closed his eyes. How could he say it? How could he word his feelings when it made him feel like he was a weak man. Alucard wanted to tell her how much she actually changed his life without sounding like a cheesy Romeo from a romance novel.
"I am a monster Seras. I cannot change the way I am. Love holds no meaning to me. How could it? I have no heart. But I understand. You gave me your devotion and loyalty and loved me for who I am." It couldn't be helped, he sounded like a cheesy Romeo after all. But was that so bad? Seras was the only one that made him want to confess his whole being, his exsistence to. She was so silent right now, was she even listening?
"Go on." Her little voice told him and he grinned his trademark grin. "Have you forgiven me then?"
"Not yet." She said with a huff but even he could hear that she was touched by his words. "But I want to hear more." Seras nudged him gently. Was it possible that Alucard really felt what he was saying? How strange. She had known him to be opposed to such soppy confessions and yet, here she was in his lap, listening to him confess some deep turmoil he had been feeling for a while now.
Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance of him accepting her love. Maybe.
"I want you to stay by my side, don't ever leave. What is a King if he is without his Queen anyway?" Alucard laughed his insane trademark laugh, realizing how stupid it sounded. It was so unlikely for him to say such things but it was the truth. He wanted Seras to stay by his side and never leave. He wanted her to be his Queen, his mate. If he could end the empty solitude with her
"Idiot." Seras suddenly whispered, her head buried in his chest. Alucard stopped laughing and cocked his head to his side, curious. "Idiot?"
"You couldn't have said that from the start?! Idiot!" She yelled back at him, hugging him tightly. No matter how macho he wanted to act, seras knew what he really wanted to say. He accepted her love. He acknowledged her name and her as an equal to him. It was the only thing she ever wanted. Seras looked up at him and smiled in relief. This was the way she wanted him. she knew there was a man like this, hiding behind that mask of his. Seras looped her arms around his neck and pulled his face closer to hers.
"This is more like you." She whispered again, her eyes shining with absolute happiness. Alucard stared blankly at her, what was she talking about? "Like me? I really doubt it."
Despite himself, a true smile replaced his wicked grin. It was an understanding smile, one only Seras would see. It was something he concluded he was allowed to do when they were alone. If she wanted him like this then it was the least he could do for her.
"Now now, Seras. "He said with a teasing smile. "Business before pleasure. Isn't that the rule?"
She noticed it before, he started saying her name more and more since that night. But she thouht it was some sort of jesting from his part, a game. She never realy thought that anything she had said actually got through to him. Alucard isn't one to display emotions but this meant a lot to her. He defied his own ego to tell her, to confide in her. Maybe he didn't say he loved her but now she was sure that he did, in fatc, care for her and that was enough. Extremely out of character for him, but enough.
Seras slid from his lap back to the floor and lay there on the rich carpet, deep in thought. Her nose twitched. The air smelled oddly funny in the room. No, not in the room, outside. Old, decaying blood. Ancient blood, that's what the smell was. "Odd." Seras thought. "I didn't know there were any ancients left other than Master."
"Let's leave Seras." Alucard said suddenly, rising off the bed and strolled over to the door. He didn't even care that his clothes were bloody, or that Seras was still covered in the liquid. there was something in the air, a disturbance. He had to find it, he was positive that something bad will happen.
"Where to Master?" She asked, drawing a blank to his sudden change in moods. Did he notice it too?
"The hotel two streets down."
They arrived shortly at the rundown hotel with its swivelling glass doors and majestic structure. It really did look fit for royalty. As they neared the doors, Seras noticed the humans not even glancing at it. She found that odd. It's a pretty big hotel and it didn't really look rundown and abandoned like it should, just really uncared for.
A lady and her children walked right past Seras and Alucard and one of the small children tugged on her mom's sleeve and pointed at the hotel. "Ma, why is there an empty space between those two buildings?" Seras heard her ask. She wast stunned. The humans couldn't see the hotel? Alucard chuckled at her stunned face. "What were you expecting Seras? Dmitri wanted privacy."
He bent down to seras's eye level, his dark eyes peered into hers and he smirked. "Don't tell me you don't feel the barrier?"
"O-of course I feel the barrier." Seras said hotly, sticking up her nose. In truth she had no idea but she wasn't going to admit it in front of her Master, now was she? Alucard saw through her lie and chuckled his little evil chuckle. "Of course you did." He repeated. "Did you see flying pigs gaurding it as well?"
"Hmph!" Seras marched up the round concrete steps with her Master following closely behind. They entered the hotel and explored most of the floors until they came across a barrier on the last floor. Alucard concluded that this was where Dmitri was hiding.
Having completed their mission, the two nosferatus went back to the hotel to pack their things and immediately return back home. There was nothing left to do, they knew where Dmitri was and Alucard knew that he would not switch hideouts because Dmitri thought he would end this matter quickly. A little disappointed at the lack of battle and bloodshed, Alucard followed Seras to the car and sat inside.
Upon returning to Hellsing, Alucard reluctantly agreed to help Nicholas in his training. The boy had yet to defeat him in swordfighting. Seras briefed Sir Integra on what they had learnt during the mission about their target and his current whereabouts. Integra was satisfied with the news and decided to give both vampires a night off. The fake vampires have been quiet lately, so there weren't any urgent missions for her vampire pets.
In Dmitri's hotel, the Russian vampire had no idea he had been found. He was more concerned about other matters. He wanted to use the human girl as bait but now he was having doubts that the Hellsing Organization would even notice her disappearence. Who would notice if one little, worthless maid doesn't show up for a few days? There were a million scenerios for that. No, he should make his message clear. Very clear.
"Andrey! Dementia! Come here please." He called out in the living room where he sat sprawled like a king on the white couch. Andrey materialized from the shadows, elegant and silent as always but his sister Dementia, who had just been in the middle of her third snack, came barging through the door of her room, the hand of her victim was dangling from her mouth. Dmitri made a disgusted face. "Honestly Dementia, I thought I taught you table manners. Put that away."
"Sorry Tatya. You know the hands are my favourite place to feed from." Dementia smiled sheepishly and turned her head to the side. "Among other inappropriate places...." She mumbled to herself, blushing slightly. Dmitri heard her mumbling but did not catch her words. Leaning forward he glared at his daughter sceptically.
"What was that?"
"Oh nothing." Dementia lied expertly. She saw her Father sigh and shake his head. "Alright. I want you to deliver a message."
"Couldn't you send one of our servents to do that?" Dementia whined and her older brother scoffed at her childish behaviour. Dmitri on the other hand just chuckled at his daughter's reluctance. He thought some air fromt he outside would do her good since she had been cooped up here since her last assignment
"No. This is personal. I want you two to do it."
Dementia and Andrey were in London a few hours later after their Father recited the message he wanted them to deliver to Hellsing. The brother and sister had travelled via rooftops at a casual, laid-back pace. The moon lit their way, the stars were unusually bright as well and stood out like large diamonds in the blue velvet sky. Andrey and Dementia took their time, even to stop and gaze at the sky. They were in no real hurry. That is, until Dementia's crazed bloodlust kicked in.
"Hurry up Andrey! We're almost there" Dementia hissed, anc the exstasy of the hunt was laced in her silky voice.
"How exciting it is to be hunting your own kind" She cackled, her blonde hair and black lace ribbons fluttered in the rushing wind. Her black leather body-suit with all the linking chains, including her deadly bladed chain whip, clanked and rang as they bumped into each other against her thighs and chest. Andrey joined in her laughter. He could practically sense the near bloodshed and the carnage.
They leaped over the tiled roofs, their toes barely touched the spines of the roofs. Soon the brother and sister reached the Hellsing estate with its large iron-wrought lace gates and military guards and their loaded machine guns.
Dementia sucked in her breath excitedly, her nostrils flared at the scent of blood soon to be spilt. It had her in an euphoria, the thought of blood filling her mouth, feeding her never-ending hunger for human blood and flesh.
Sometimes he feared his sister's bloodlust. It was natural for a vampire to act hyper when it was near that crimson liquid, but when Dementia went into bloodlust, it was strange. She yearned for carnage, for human flesh, for the kill. She was absolutely sadistic, enjoying the screams of her victims as she ripped them apart.
Andrey hadn't seen her like this before though. It was different with hunting humans, the hunt wasn't as thrilling. Hunting vampires, it was an unbelievable shocking chill, a pleasurable hum running through his body, his veins, his rushing blood flow.
He could feel it too, this strange adrenaline coming from the lone thought of drinking an undead's blood, feeding on the power it had gained and how it would course in his veins, how the blood and power would vibrate in his blood, pulsating, make him stronger. The thought made him shiver.
And the sight of those pitiful humans protecting the large mansion just made the adrenaline build up, making it bubble inside both siblings. They waited, watching the uniformed men change positions. Then they attacked.
Dementia flung her chain whip with its blood stained jagged saws and licked her lips as it embedded itself into one of the guards' necks and chest, making the blood splash out, soaking her body suit and the man's uniform.
The guard whimpered as she sank her talons into his forehead and chest. With one joyful tug, she ripped him in two, revelling in the crunching bones and squishy sound of his spilling insides. She grabbed the exposed heart from the dismembered corpse's rib cage and sank her elongated fangs, ripping through the tissue, the blood squirted into her cute face.
Andrey was already done with his guard and now just stood as his sister gnawed at the organ, still beating in her cream-white hands. He sighed and grabbed her forearm tightly, jerking her from her drink.
"Enough Dementia! We have no time for idling."
"Hssss!" She hissed dangerously and wrenched away from his hold. "Let me enjoy my spoils! My spoils! My kill! My kill!" Dementia sang, red droplets leaped from her hair as she danced.
The alarm siren rang out, drowning her mad song. She was completely ecstatic, her eyes glinting maliciously at the promised battle. Andrey and Dementia left, now strolling amidst the soldiers shooting at them.
The brother and sister attacked and drank from the Hellsing soldiers with vigour, but also with such raw primitive and animalistic actions that they were just beyond inhuman whilst in battle.
The remaining soldiers retreated as the two Russians walked, strolled, casually amongst the strewn corpses, half maimed and mostly brutally torn apart. The usually emerald green grass of the manicured front lawn was now dyed a dark, blackish red as the liquid oozed from the gruesome wounds of the victims.
The bullets could not even hit them, as if there was some invisible barrier hugging the siblings, protecting them from the explosive rounds of blessed silver spitting out of the all sorts of guns Hellsing possessed. Dementia was absolutely enjoying this bloodshed, of the screams and shouts between soldiers, their bewildered and frightened faces when she shred them to pieces with her nails or whip.
It was glorious.
They both cleared the grounds, leaping on every single man in their sights, even the ones that ran away. The Russian vampires tore their heads off, dug out the insides while the men still breathed, they even ate the mens' hearts in front of them, making them watch their own hearts still beat in their cold hands while their bodies died.
Without warning, Andrey blew apart the grand front doors without moving a finger and the pair waltzed inside. More uniformed men awaited them inside. As soon as they saw the targets, they unleashed a hail of silver bullets upon them but that shield stopped them before the rounds reached their skin.
Andrey raised his hand, palm facing the Hellsing group. He lifted his hand up towards the ceiling and five or six men were suddenly lifted up into the air, thrashing around violently, their hands clawing at their throats.
Below them Dementia's chained whip zigzagged around them impossibly, cutting clean through the guts and stomachs of the remaining men on the ground. Their heads popped clean off their necks and the bodies fell to the floor in strange positions, a disgusting crunch and squash filled the whole entrance hall with a ringing echo. The men above in the air struggled no more and Andrey flung his arm around lazily, smashing the frail, limp bodies into the domed ceiling and high walls, their leaking blood decorated the walls and paintings in interesting splatter shapes.
The first and second floor mostly resulted the same, the third floor, however even though most of the men were killed two men bravely still stood. They had managed to survive this long but Dementia caught up with one and threw her whip at his chest, hoping to reach the heart, her favourite organ to feast upon.
"Get Alucard! They're unstoppable!" The commander ordered his comrade while fighting of Dementia's torturous weapon. But the commander didn't last long.
As he shouted the order his attention was briefly distracted for that one second and in that one fatal second, the top of his head was seared in half, separating it from the lower half of his wrinkled, sun-tanned face.
Spraying the one remaining soldier with a thick mist of blood. Dementia laughed euphorically, her eyes bulging out of her eye sockets, her whole body drenched in the blood of her kills.
"And when the moon is red, is red! I shall come and eat your souls! Your souls! Tis' my song of kill! My kill! Fearsome hunter am I, mad and cunning too! Witness my kill! My kill! I will come for you!" Dementia sang and laughed with sick glee. She danced in the rain of blood.
"Stop your wretched singing, Sister!" Andrey yelled angrily at his mad sister as she still crooned and sang at the top of her voice; such a shrill sound that shattered all the windows. "Don't lose our prey! Where is that idiotic half-ling brother of ours?"
"Do not say that about him!" Dementia snapped, enraged. She grabbed her brother's shirt collar and shook him furiously. "Never in front of me!" She threatened in her quiet, silky voice and let him go.
Andrey scoffed haughtily and straightened his old-fashioned Russian outfit. "I shall call him what I wish. You just sniff him out." He snapped back. No matter how ruthless she was during the hunt, her skills and powers weren't as evolved as Andrey's. He was much more powerful than her and she knew that very well. Dementia scoffed.
Now it was Andrey's turn to partake in the massacre. Another large group of Hellsing soldiers rushed to where the brother and sister were standing. They prepared their guns and Andrey's dark eyes stared hungrily. He only raised his hand, muttered something in Russian and fire surrounded him and his sister.
What strange fire, the colour purple-ish black and blue. The flames licked at the walls and took shapes of ferocious tigers and lions, angry hell-beasts and demons that snapped their fiery teeth and claws at the small group of humans.
The soldiers slightly cowered, never encountering this kind of vampiric power before. Suddenly more men, Pip and his mercenary gang, the Wild Geese came to aid the others. The Geese joined the group, not noticing the strange, terrifying fire at first until Pip turned around, gun raised and ready to shoot the stupid Russian vampires.
"Sacre bleu! What is this?" He screeched, taken aback at the demon taking a swipe at him when he got to close. The fire demon missed just barely, but Pip stumbled back and fell into the group of men behind him, them serving as a cushion.
"Fire at will?" One of the commanders yelled though it sounded more like an uncertain question then an order to kill. Nevertheless, his comrades obeyed and started shooting the fire like mad, riddling the weird fire and its figures with bullets. Pip reloaded every few seconds, his wrist hurt and his gun barrel was hot, the clips worn out. He threw down his pistols and revolvers violently on the floor, stood up and glared harshly at the ceiling.
"There better be 71 virgins waiting for me up there, no matter what religion I am, I deserve that much." He mumbled scornfully. Pip glared at the roaring fire with a determined eye, his knuckles cracked, his hands were balled into hard fists.
"Boss! Boss! What are you doing!?" One of the Geese yelled at Pip, but the orange-haired mercenary just dismissed the question with a wave of his hand.
He let out a breath, steeled his nerves and ran into the fire letting out a frightening war-cry. He disappeared in the purple flames. Some men followed without a second thought. As brave as that action was foolish, the unfortunate men got burnt alive and ripped apart by the fire demons and beasts, their body parts decorated the walls and ceiling, painting the walls into a deeper, darker, oozing red.
The rest stood still, frozen in place. The fire moved towards them, the men couldn't move. Soon, the whole squad was swallowed up in the deathly flames. The purple-blue hellfire suddenly changing colour into a bloody red. Only one human, turned coward, had run away while the rest of his team got barbequed alive.
Pip emerged in front of the Russian vampires, fists raised, ready to attack. Dementia's chain almost got to his arms but he twirled away.
The evasive movement had caused Pip's long braid to become undone, unravelling his thick hair quickly. Even though Dementia's attack had missed his body, she did manage to rip a very large whole in his uniform, revealing his well-toned chest and sculpted stomach muscles.
Pip flashed Dementia a flirty smile as he took off the left overs of his shirt, leaving his chest completely revealed.
Dementia growled at his boldness and moved to lash her whip out again. Andrey's hand stopped her. Two quick hand movements from Andrey and two fiery figures, demons with snakes for tails and skeletal wings tackled Pip, hugging him to the ground.
His large, muscled arms got burned as the figures held him down. Pip tried struggling but neither budged. When the French mercenary got tackled, his blood soaked hat was knocked off his head. Andrey knelt down beside the captured human and without a word trailed with the tip of his elongated nails down Pip's throat to his chest, to his lower stomach.
As Andrey's nails travelled down Pip's body, the usually fearless mercenary screamed and writhed in pain and agony. The vampire's nails cut deeply into his flesh, almost reaching the bone. Blood spilt out from the vertical wounds on his body, Pip gritted his teeth, hearing the squeaking grind of tooth against tooth.
"Such weakness, not able to withstand pain at all." Andrey mused, half interested as Pip continued to writhe on the floor while the two fiery demons still held him. His arms were completely scorched, the skin was raw and blistered, the tissue burnt and damaged beyond repair.
Now as Andrey continued to cut Pip's body, he let his nails trailing horizontally from the right side of his wide chest, to the left. Slow, torturous, agonizing. The demons, their heads were human skulls, kept grinning maliciously at Pip's face, ruined with the pain he couldn't hold back. He bucked and kicked, struggling against the hold of the fire figures but as he tried twisting away, the now visible muscles twisted and new pain shoot through Pip's body.
He screamed and even through the unbearable pain, he glared at his tormentor and attempted to spit into Andrey's handsome face. "Go to Hell, you son of a–-" He was interrupted by Andrey's wagging finger in front of his face.
"Tsk, tsk! My little sister is here. Have you no respect for a young girl, pathetic human?" The Russian vampire mocked. He stood up, admiring his work on Pip's body, a bleeding cross. "Now you are a true believer, da?" Andrey laughed mockingly into Pip's ashen white face.
"Andrey! Stop your doodling, he is down this hallway." Dementia spat angrily at her older brother. Andrey shrugged and walked away without a second look. Dementia moved to follow until she stepped on something soft. It was Pip's hat, completely drenched in dark red fluid.
She picked it up and put on her blonde head with care, as if it was a precious item. The purple fire died away as the two left and the two demons evaporated, their hold on Pip was released. With the fire gone, the ashen corpses were revealed, scattered skeletons and piles of ash and bones littered the floor. The surviving soldier that had witnessed his squad's murders had barely made it into Integra's office, splattering the walls and floor with blood in his hurry. Of course Integra had already been told of the situation.
"Status report!" She barked the order, not liking the appearance of the soldier. She was hoping with all her might that the blood covering him was the enemy's.
"Two....Undead. Massacre! We....We need Alucard!" He barely spoke the words when something sharp lodged itself onto the top of his head and almost sawed in clean in half, had it not jammed because of the helmet.
The soldier's eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open in shock and stumbled forwards but the thing in his head jerked him back, making him fall backwards on the hard floor, dark liquid already pooling around his head. Andrey and Dementia sauntered in, Dementia's whip dragged the body of the still twitching soldier behind her, leaving a very nasty trail of thick, dark red blood on the clean floor.
"Ah. Hellsing?" Andrey addressed Integra with a casual, indicating wave of his hand. His speech was heavy with Russian accent but otherwise his English was perfect. Nicholas was even more pale in the face from the scene behind the two intruders. Body parts covered the floor, the blood dripped from the wall in a steady rhythm. Some moaning could be heard further down the hall.
A hat with one side up-turned on the girl's head made the young 17 year old want to vomit. The hat was covered with blood. Had they killed Pip? Had they brutally murdered him as well? Nick quickly covered his mouth with his hand as he felt his stomach heave at the thought.
Integra, infuriated that they had reached her in less that half an hour, said nothing. How many men had she lost in that time? How long will it take to regroup again? How will she get rid of these savage blood suckers? Without a word she cocked her little silver pistol and calmly pointed it at Andrey.
"State your business quickly and you'll get to die a lot faster." She snarled. Both Seras and Alucard were motionless. She only stared intently at Nicholas's white, sickly face, entranced with him, his whole body. Then Dementia noticed Seras glaring daggers at her and the two females started a deadly staring contest.
Dementia was used to getting whatever and whoever she wanted. Even though Nicholas was their blood, their brother, she wanted him, she needed him and she would fight anyone just to get him. It was not infatuation, just a possessiveness, a need to have a slave of her own, to please and wait on her, to pleasure her.
"My my," Andrey started to say with a chuckle. "Aren't you a graceful host! Ho ho!" He laughed again and sat down gracefully one of the arm chairs, soiling it with the blood coating him.
Alucard growled and stepped forward, bent on teaching this maggot a lesson in manners when both Seras and Integra's hand shot out in front of the red vampire, stopping him in his advance. The ancient vampire looked at the two females in frustration and went a step back in between Seras and Integra.
Andrey saw the two women stop the tall, red vampire and smirked. "Allow me to introduce myself." He said, standing up from the chair.
"I am Andrey Konstantin Kyril Alexandrovich, son of Dmitri Sergei Vladimir Alexandrovich and Valentina Ivana Maria Alexandrovich." As he recited the full names of his mother and father, he bowed low, his arm bent at the waist and his face was still down as he straightened up.
He was dressed so out of date in contrast with his sister, all in leather and looking dastardly and amazing. Andrey's choice of clothing reflected his royal lineage, his wealth and his power. He wore a black decorated military uniform, characteristic for Russian tsars. A white and gold sash crosse over his chest, two or three medals were pinned to his right breast pocket. A wide white belt enveloped and accented his perfect waist. Over the uniform Andrey wore a heavy black long coat, also decorated with medals and sashes. The coat reached his knees. Every bit of him was stained with blood.
There was a military hat with a leather visor on his head, black of course. Andrey looked so handsome, like a male model with his pale skin and sleek, shining brown hair sweeping his shoulders. Such lovely, knowing eyes, it was such a shame they were so sinister.
He flashed Seras and Nicholas a cheeky, toothy grin. His teeth were an unnatural white and so perfect. "You may know my mother as Ms. Alex." He added with a disgusting laugh when he heard Seras let out a threatening hiss at the teacher's name.
Next he pointed to Dementia, who had also seated herself in the other chair opposite of her brother, fiddling childishly with one of her long pigtails. Her soaked leather body suit crinkled as she shifted, the chains clinked and tinkled.
"This is one of my sisters, Dementia." He announced proudly. Dementia looked up, got off her chair, did a pleasant curtsey and went back into her chair, resuming her hair fiddling.
"I'd thank you for the lengthy introductions if I was a patient vampire awaiting your call." Integra drawled out, unamused by this display of manners of these two, apparently well-bred Russian vampires of royal lineage.
"But I am an impatient human woman and your waltzing in, killing half my organization and just strutting into my office as if you owned it, isn't something I tolerate!" She finished her sentence, yelling at the top of her lungs. Andrey even cringed at the icy glare the Hellsing leader was giving him. If only looks could kill, he would've been a pile of grey ash on the floor by now. What a scary human female!
"So I demand that before I kill you both, that you state your fucking bloody business!"
"With pleasure, my dear lady." Andrey sneered with false elegance. "My sister and I are here on behalf of our Father. He wants back that boy cowering behind your skirts." Andrey pointed lazily to Nicholas being sheilded by Seras and Integra.
Nick glared hatefully at the vampire accusing him of cowardice and tried to get past the barricade but neither woman budged from their protective position so he gave up quickly. He would've liked to show that fanged blood sucker a thing or two.
"Why?" Seras snarled back, her lip curled high, all her sharp teeth gleaming menacingly in the light. Dementia smirked impishly, her eyes looked maddening.
"Simple." She answered before her brother could. "Tatya wants to kill boy. Boy cannot live." She spoke in broken English, her Russian accent rolled out with every English syllable as she spoke. Seras glared at the blonde, daring her to come a step closer from where she was.
"Why isn't your father here?" Alucard asked with a wide grin. Andrey tried to mirror it but failed, his grin looked more like a pained grimace. "Busy."
"Ah. So he is a coward." Alucard said tauntingly. Dementia growled lowly and Andrey's features were stone-like, he had become a stiff statue. "My father is no coward!"
"Sending his own children into his enemy's headquarters, I consider that cowardice. Shame, I've yearned for a good challenge." Alucard sneered, watching Andrey's face closely. His face did grow more white and his jaw was set angrily. How arrogant of this vampire!
"You are wrong. You will regret saying that about my Father." As he spoke it was obvious that he was struggling hard not to sound angry or bothered by Alucard's jeering.
"Excellent! So he must be powerful!" Alucard said excitedly, a crazy and insane excitement that was characteristic for him. It made the young Russian shiver. The red-clad vampire's eagerness to fight Tatya was like Dementia's eagerness to hunt tonight. But it was different, more frightening.
He could smell his blood, the blood of a powerful noble. Andrey realized that this vampire in the red coat was the one that trashed his pub and killed all his followers. He had only left that worthless worm Ivan alive. So he must be the No-Life King. How interesting.
Andrey found himself staring at the tall vampire's eyes, saw them filled with madness and clouded with bloodlust. His words promised bloodshed and pain. Andrey realized, for the first time in his undead life, that he was afraid of this elder vampire, very much afraid.
"He is the Master vampire of Russia and the most powerful. But I am the second most powerful, do not underestimate me." Andrey informed the ancient vampire proudly. "I am his successor after all, my lord." He added softly with another, now sincere bow.
A large wolfish, confident grin adorned his face. Suddenly, a wave of immense energy swept across the office, pulsating from Andrey like a quickening heartbeat. Alucard seemed to enjoy this particular show of power. He threw his head back and laughed maliciously, letting his own power leak out from him. The two different energy powers clashed with each other and stole the air from the room as a result. Alucard stopped laughing and withdrew his power back. The human occupants of the room could breathe again.
"How magnificent." He growled pleasantly, his mad smile showed his sharp canines overlapping his lower lip. He strode over to the foreign vampire, examining him as he circled the youth.
"Maybe you'll be worthy of a quick death after all." He chuckled, the sound was low and rumbled in his broad chest. This vampire could be very entertaining. Oh how Alucard wished to fight him! He wanted to test his power, to see if his boasting was worth the trouble. But Andrey's next words flattened that desire and Alucard was not very pleased.
"Our battle is not with you, my lord." Andrey said half-heartedly and Alucard raised a brow, almost interested at the statement. "Our battle is with that boy." He flicked his head towards Nick, who stood behind his Mother, sheilded by her body. She wouldn't let him pass.
There was a low growl, like a cat warning another about trespassing its territory, and it came from Seras's throat. Her eyes narrowed and her nostrils flared, her nose slightly wrinkled and her fists clenched. Her whole, small body was tense and rigid, ready to pounce at any moment.
"Over my pile of ashes." She hissed, taking a step towards the vampire. Seras wanted to rip that scumbag apart for even daring to threaten her son. Her large eyes were wild, her teeth were bared, showing pearl white sharp teeth clenched together angrily. Seras looked rather menacing, terrifying. She took another step, edging closer and itching to curl her fingers around his throat and snapping his neck. Again she took another step, now behind Alucard who was standing next to the vampire. She moved her foot to take that final step and it all happened in a blur.
In that moment, ferocious hell hounds sprung from Andrey's shoulder, snarling and barking madly at Alucard's towering figure. The dogs had only four bloody eyes and looked like they were rotting corpses. The meat was oozing of their bones, the skins on their heads almost revealed the white skulls beneath. The jaws and teeth were a yellowing white and so sharp they even cut their own lips as they bit the air ruthlessly. They had no fur and they looked more revolting than anything undead.
"That can be arranged, milady." He countered cooly. Seras snarled and launched herself at the Russian but was stopped by Alucard's long arm. She looked up at her Master with a questioning look and Alucard just shook his head as a reply. Andrey gave Nick a smug smile when he saw Alucard stopped his fledgling.
The hellhounds' teeth snapped as the dogs fought to get near the tall vampire who just happened to be close. Alucard didn't even flinch at the sudden appearance of these rotting hell hounds but he did back away.
"Besides," Andrey drawled, a smug smile on his face. "I believe it's polite to inform the host of this Organization that we took one of her people for a snack. If you want to save her, you must come to us." He pointed at Nicholas with his long, white index finger. "Are you foolish enough to risk your life for a maid, Brother?"
"You fucking Russian bastard! If you harm one hair on Priscilla's head, I will tear you apart! You hear me?!" Nicholas yelled, his eyes wide. Nick's anger triggered the release of his dhampir powers. It was an immense feeling, like the air itself weighed a hundred tons. Seras felt like she was being pushed down to the ground and struggled against the feeling.
Alucard barely moved. He was expecting this. He knew that Nicholas's power would be revealed sooner or later. He walked over to were Nick was standing, all bristling from the anger. He put a hand on his shoulder and the temporary distraction dispelled the intensity of his unleashed powers. Andrey and Dementia didn't even flinch.
Integra snarled, her lips curled back, showing her teeth. She pulled out her small silver pistol and calmly aimed it at Andrey, her teeth audibly gritting. "Tell your Father that I will not give him Nicholas even if it cost me my life. That's the only reason you're alive." She growled. Andrey snorted but stopped when he heard the gun being cocked. He had to admit, for a very attractive woman, she was very terrifying.
"Leave before I change my mind and kill you."
Quick as lightening Andrey appeared in front of Integra with the barrel of the gun touching his chest. He grabbed her hand holding the gun and pushed it harder into him while leaning closer to her face. He licked his lips. This human was beautiful, firey, strong and sexy. She would be a magnificent vampire. Andrey's lips parted a little as he gazed lustfully at Integra's ice blue eyes.
"Go ahead and shoot." He taunted and with his hand, he forced Integra's finger to slowly pull the trigger. Integra stayed still. She couldn't believe that he was egging her on. Well if if he wanted death, he'll get it. She pulled the trigger back comepletely and watched with wide eyes as the bullet hit the wall behind where Andrey was supposed to be.
Andrey had moved so quickly that now he was behind the platnium blonde, tracing her jawline with his cold fingers. He caressed her cheeck and jaw, watching as Integra fought every nerve in her body not to puke all over him. Andrey pressed his cold lips against her ear and chuckled into it.
"You missed."
"Bastard." Integra muttered. She couldn't move. She glanced at Alucard and saw that the girl in leather was keeping him, Seras and Nicholas away from her. Bloody vampires. Her attention turned back to the vampire behind her. Integra wanted to twist his fucking head off. "Damn you. Get the bloody hell away from me, you worm!" She shouted menecingly at him and only got another chuckle in response.
"I find women holding guns very attractive. You would make a beautiful vampire, Hellsing." He said huskily in her ear and buried his nose into her long hair. Her intoxicating scent was making him hard. Oh and her blood, just its smell was like a drug. So sweet, so pure. Andrey felt like he must have her. So this was what Tatya must've felt when he mated with that lowly peasant girl. Fire burned in his veins and the power of lust claimed his body. His fangs lengthened as he inched closer to her beautiful neck.
"Never." Integra hissed and Andrey's descend on her neck stopped. His smile grew wider and hungrier.
"Then I'll take you with me." He turned her around so quickly it made Integra slightly dizzy and before she could defend herself, she fell under Andrey's hypnotizing gaze and her world went black. Seeing this, Alucard let out a terrible roar and struggled away from Dementia but since Dementia's strength was evenly matched with his, by the time he broke free Andrey was already opening a portal with Integra slung over his strong shoulder like a ragdoll.
"I've given you my Father's warning." He said cockily, giving the angry raven-haired vampire an arrogant alute and stepped inside the swirling black void. Dementia bounded after her brother, acting like a giddy school girl.
"Dasvidanya, Hellsing." Andrey said with an sinister smile and the blackness swallowed him, Dementia and his Master in a flash. "NO!" He roared again. In his rage Alucard threw the nearest thing nest to him, a coffee table, at the wall opposite of him. the small table shattered into a million pieces. Seras hurried over to Integra's desk and paged Walter over her intercom. Alucard meanwhile disappeared into his room, fuming.
Seras and Nicholas met up with Walter in one of the halls not far from Integra's office. Seras tried not to look at the corpses too closely as she walked through the hall, she was too afraid she would recognize one her friends or comrades from her squad. The sight was still a little unbearable and the stench was stifling.
So much death, how vile it was just to even glance at the torn bodies scattered like discarded candy wrappers and unwanted toys. The dead carcasses were cast in odd angles, like rag dolls thrown against the blood stained walls.
All the paintings of great men and women, the aged weapons and shields and the lovely crystal chandeliers were painted in the dark liquid, still fresh and dripping here and there. Seras glanced worryingly at her son.
Nick had covered his nose and mouth with his hand, traitor tears brimmed in his large blue eyes. So much death, so much blood. He was shocked. This scene had sent his head spinning and his stomach heaved again and again, protesting at the scent. It was so disgusting.
He was so pale now, all color lost completely from his skin and he looked a bit weak. Nicholas stumbled here and there, sometimes even tripping over some torn body part. After searching through the rubble and bodies, they reached the floor where the hell fire had been. Everything was blackened and so charred, so fragile.
There weren't as many bodies here since most were only ashes and the rest burnt skeletal remains. There was evidence of a much bigger struggle here. As they walked somberly through the grey ash, Seras stopped while her eyes grew wider and she was rooted to the spot. Nick and Walter paused and turned at the same time to stare at Seras, very confused.
"Miss Victoria?"
"Mom?"
Walter and Nicholas asked in unison, their voices intertwined noisily. Seras did not answer. She just knelt down in the dusty ash and picked up a small object, staring at it with scared eyes. Then her large, adorable eyes filled with watery bloody tears and without a word or warning, she ran past them at lightening speed.
"Pip!" She had shouted finally, searching frantically through the charred corpses, not caring as some crumbled under her touch. She was bordering on the line of hysteria. "Pip! Answer me please!" She pleaded as she rummaged through every pile of bodies further down the hall.
Then she heard a small sound, a low, anguished moan. Seras's search became more urgent until she found the source of the moaning. She became breathless, seeing the mercenary's injured body.
"Uurgh." He groaned again and his head lolled to the other side. Pip's long hair tangled around his shoulder, stuck to his deep wounds on his chest and was dirtied by the remains of everything. Seras lowered herself near him, placing her head softly on the one part of his chest that wasn't freshly scarred. Bloody tears flowed freely now from her eyes, pooling on Pip's chest before rolling off the side, dripping with soft plops.
"Oh God Pip." She sighed, relieved again. "Thank God you're alright." she whispered, gripping the singed waist band of his pants forcefully. Pip was in horrible shape.
His usually tanned skin was deathly white from loss of blood, his orange hair was still looped around his neck but mussed about his head and chest, stained with blood and ash. His wounds, the jagged drawing of the cross, were making her having a hard time not to retch all over him.
The vertical line started under his chin and lasted down to the waist band of his pants. It was deep and jagged like a hunting knife made the line. The horizontal was the same, starting just under Pip's underarms on the right, uneven ending on the left.
His rogue-ishly handsome face was bruised, his top lip was split and blood trickled from his mouth. Pip's arms were even worse than his torso. The arms were blacked bones, the skin almost gone. So much blood was already drying around his body. The dark stain was disgusting. Nick couldn't hold it back anymore. He quickly ran away from the sight and let the bile escape his body in a pile of ash a few meters away. The awful retching sound filled the empty, silent hallway.
Seras shuddered, watched as Nick heaved and groaned, emptying his stomach contents in minutes. She averted her eyes back to the groaning man laying on his back, still in pain. It made her heart hurt seeing him look so weak.
"Walter, go to the hospital wing." Her voice was bleak, a mere whisper. Seras inhaled deeply and felt herself shudder.
"Tell them we've found one survivor for now."
"Of course, Miss Victoria." Walter replied and moved to lift the Frenchman's body. But as he bent down to take Pip's injured arm, he heard a feral growl, a noise so terrifying he wasn't sure if it came from the right person. Seras's eyes were hard, deadly. Walter realized that the animalistic growl had indeed come from the usually docile vampire.
"No." Her voice still held traces of that growl as she spoke. Seras gently slid her hands under his hard, tortured body and picked him up in her arms, bridal style. He looked so limp and so fragile in her arms, and the contrast in their sizes was a bit abnormal. Seras, who was petite, carrying such a large, strong man in the peak of his weakness.
"I'll take him there myself. You'll...." She glanced at Walter a bit apologetically. "You'll take much longer if you take him."
Walter nodded once, understanding. "I know. The quirks of a vampire." He mused with a light, unnecessary smile, his 'Walter' smile. The elderly retainer than went over to the hunched form of Nicholas and they both left, slowly but still going away, leaving Seras alone in the death-filled hallway.
"Cherie?" a weak whisper caught her attention and Seras felt Pip stir in her arms. How odd it felt having Pip in her arms.
"Shhh." She shushed him quietly. "Don't talk, save your strength for the meds."
Pip laughed a little, a low rasping sound and looked at her through half-closed eyes. "I always knew I'd end up in your arms."
Seras rolled her eyes as she opened the portal. "Only you would still flirt with me, even an inch from death." She mumbled and grinned as she stepped through the portal and appeared in the hospital wing.
"Id rather be an inch from death then go on dying without seeing your lovely face or feel your beautiful bod--."
"Shut up, Pip."
Does this make up for me not updating for a while, despite all those nice reviews? Lol. More to come. Nick has the nightmare, realizes who his real mom is. Seras's and Alucard's mission; search and destroy the Russian head vampire Dmitri, resuce both Integra and Priscilla and just plainly kick ass.
This took such a looooong time to write, omg. But yeah hoped you liked it. XD Decided that I will throw in Anderson but as back up for Alucard! Insane riiiight?
Oh and darkdragonempress, I know Nicholai is a romanian name but I wan't aiming at Russia's czar, I was aiming at the famous Romanian communist dictator, Nikolai Chauchesku, like i explained in chapter 6. I went to Romania last year and heard a great deal about him. But thanks anyway, I'm sure you meant well. Goggle the guy if you're not sure ^_^
Ok peace ppl!