Do Not Own! Not Mine!
3rd Person POV:
Pip and the others crept down the stairs, guns at the ready. Above them, furious bellows and bible verses coincided with ghoulish moans, battle joined between the two Iscariots and the hordes of ghouls that had greeted them upon entry to the building. The British soldiers, unused to undead warfare, were building up barricades that Iscariots, once they exhausted their resources, could rest behind and contributing to the carnage with occasional bursts of gunfire in whichever places Anderson and Heinkel weren't currently dealing out death. Pip grunted and switched on the UV ray in place of a scope on his gun; the others followed as the gloomy basement lit up. Luckily, there were no ghouls, but there were a large amount of crates. Pip raised his hand and made a twirling motion; they didn't know what was in them, and from bitter experience, every Hellsing soldier knew it was a bad idea to open any box big enough to hold a human body without checking it first.
Pip approached the first on the closest row, then suddenly snapped off about five or six rounds with his gun, punching holes through the flimsy wood. Only then did he approach and rip the lid open, keeping his gun pointed downwards. Nothing. He backed away, kicked the crate apart, and fired upon the next one. This yielded a result; something exploded outwards, and simultaneously, there was a barrage of gunfire from the Wild Geese behind him. A vampire's corpse thudded to the ground, and Pip grunted and picked a piece of shrapnel out of his shoulder. "Well ladies, at least we know that we do have some company down here. Remember; no prisoners, no hesitation, and no panicking. Let's go kill some undead baise." He cocked his gun and walked towards the next crate; his men followed behind.
"And whatsoever man there be of the house of Israel, or of the strangers that sojourn among you, that drink any manner of blood; I will even set my face against that soul that drinks blood, and will cut him off from among his people! AMEN!" Anderson snarled, hurling his bayonets at the rank after ranks of the undead. Heinkel counted steadily under her breath as she decimated the ghouls coming from the left staircase, reloading every three or four seconds, her rate of fire was so fast. "-twenty, twenty one, twenty two…" Anderson took out his bible, backing away rapidly as even more ghouls came forward. The pages glowed yellow and shot out around the room, nailed down by more of his seemingly infinite bayonets. An equally yellow glow spread out around the room, going around the stairs, and he and Heinkel redoubled their attacks as the flow of undead faltered for a few seconds.
One of the soldiers threw a grenade, and both Iscariots ducked behind the barricade to catch their breath. Heinkel slammed a new clip inside her gun. "For being ze brother of Alucard, zis vampire isn't putting up much of a fight." she noted, glancing over the wall of table and chairs, and Father Anderson nodded, frowning. "Almost as if he was mocking God's divine instruments." he snarled, chucking a bayonet over the barricade and transfixing a ghoul in a secretary's outfit to the lintel of the door. Heinkel set both her guns on the table for balance. "I vas thinking more he's planning something else." she admitted, and Anderson grinned ferally. "We'll know one way of the other when I have his damned head on one of my bayonets!"
Alucard scowled in frustration, pacing about on the roof. Every cell in his body that called him a vampire king roared at him to go down and destroy his challenger, to hunt him throughout this ratty nest and drag him out screaming in fear and pain, then rip him apart and scatter his ashes in the wind. But he had to stay up here, on the roof, and send his minions to scan the outside of the building so his traitorous brother could not escape. In his gut, he knew that it would be like Radu to try, and that his master was strategically correct in placing him here, but he ached to destroy him all the same, destroy him so his precious mate could be safe. His eyes flared crimson and his fangs elongated as he paced around the roof, snarling low in his chest. Always, always, always Radu worked to steal what was rightfully his!
"Hello, brother."
Alucard whipped around and growled, a deep, primal sound that started low in his chest, stalking towards the other figure on the roof. Radu smirked, that disarming smirk that had caused all the men and maidens of the court to forgive him his offences, once upon a time. Everyone except his brother. "I see you have wasted no time in sending in your soldiers." he said, hands at his sides. Alucard eyed him suspiciously. He could scent that his brother was up to something, it was something in the way he stood, the look in his eyes. But his instincts as a powerful midian called him to destroy his rival, overpowering his wariness, and he began stalking forward again, his form melting and blurring into that of Dracula's. "I will end your pitiful, wretched existence tonight, brother." he spat, and Radu smiled charmingly and shrugged. "You may, you may not. Either way, I think I win this little contest of ours."
Dracula narrowed his eyes, the wariness coming back full force. "Do you now?" Radu picked at his nails, a trait that Alucard had especially hated when they were young. It reminded him of how much of a fop his brother was. "Brother mine, the same blood runs through our veins. Blood calls to blood, you know." Dracula's face twisted in a sneer of contempt. "If this is the beginning to some pathetic, mewling speech where you beg me to spare your life because we are brothers, you can save your breath." he growled, his voice a deep rumble of anger and disgust, but Radu laughed. "No, far from it. Tch, do you think I have forgotten the *Danube?" he sneered, and looked past Dracula, to the horizon. "Blood is the vehicle of life, brother, and besides kinship, what other blood do we share?" Dracula's eyes narrowed, then widened. "My fledgling?" Radu chuckled and cracked his fingers. "The compulsion should be setting in any second now. You may kill me, but I think your mate will die first."
*In the war between the Ottoman Empire and Wallachia (Romania), the Danube area was a key point for both forces, and Vlad the Impaler garnered much of his reputation here by impaling thousands of dead soldiers on stakes and setting them up on the Wallachian side of the river when he heard of the approaching army, thus turning back the Ottoman forces by sheer force of horror and shock upon seeing the (some still living) bodies. Radu the Handsome was part of the force that first saw the forest of dead soldiers.