Disclaimer: Alright second chapter is here. The fighting will begin here. Alucard and Seras take on some vampires in the city and in doing so learn more about the force driving them out. In Russia, the wolf pack encounter some heavily armed vampires. At the same time, Vladimir meets with Russian politicians and military leaders. He is appointed by the Russian prime minister to assemble a task force devoted to finding the assassin.
Over in America, Dante goes on a hunt where he too becomes drawn into invesitgating the mysterious events. Get ready for some stylish action. It's what we love best about Hellsing and Devil May Cry right?
Note: The politicians and military officials in this chapter (and remainder of the story) are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real life figures is purely coincedental.
Hellsing is owned/copyrighted by Kouta Hirano and Devil May Cry by Capcom. Both are distributed by their respective companies. These works are not my own so please do not sue me.
Chapter Two- The Hunt
Alucard grinned, baring his sharp fangs. He stood on a subway platform near the front. Counting he viewed his targets.
"Four...five...six...seven...eight.." he said scanning the crowded platform. He shifted his fedora hat before reaching into his jacket. "Eight vampires hiding in this crowd. They think I don't see them. Hhm. This will be very interesting. Seras, are you ready?" he spoke telepathically to his fledgling.
"Sir, my master"
"Haha. Well then, shall we?" he answered back. Alucard pulled out the Jackal and immediately took aim. Standing twenty feet away was a hooded figure in brown jeans. He pulled the hood back revealing piercing crimson colored eyes.
The vampire hissed and charged Alucard whom fired three rounds. The silver ammunation piercing him in the chest, lung and heart. Blood erupted and poured out as the vampire howled in agony. Falling to the floor it twitched before turning to dust.
The subway platform then erupted in mass panic as people began screaming, shouting and running away. "They've got guns!" shouted one woman whom sprinted away.
The other vampires then came from hiding. Each pulling out various manner of guns from pistols to shot guns. "Kill him!" one shouted as they began firing. Alucard grinned and fired the Jackal killing two vampires. Bullets pierced the air as they found their target. Alucard was shot in his torso, chest and legs. Blood and bits of flesh splattered to the ground. He buckled under the gunfire but pushed through. Hissing, he ejected the clip and reloaded.
"Don't let him live! He's no ordinary vampire. I can tell by his stench!" one cocky vampire said reloading his pistol. Alucard walked forward, beginning to laugh. "Spectacular. This is growing more fun then I anticipated! Let's finish this police girl!" he shouted.
Rifle shots rang through the air as sevreral vampires were torn to ribbons in a hail of gunfire. The rest turned in terror to see Seras approaching. She held an assault rifle and was taking aim as the vampires opened fire. Alucard and Seras began dodging the bullet storm. Alucard aimed the Jackal and fired killing more of the vampires whom panicked and dropped their weapons to run. Only three were left.
One charged Seras whom simply punched through his chest. Blood burst from the wound as he gagged and coughed. Seras then braced as she pulled her fist out and shot him in the face, blowing his head clean off. Alucard fired the Jackal, killing one and wounding the last remaining. He blew his leg off causing him to fall to the floor, limping and rolling in pain.
"Argh you motherfuckers!" he shouted in pain. Alucard ejected the ammo clip and placed his weapon away as Seras walked over. She stomped her foot down unto his chest and held her rifle inches from his face. "You're going to answer. What's going on in this city? Why are all the vampires running scared? Start talking" she threatened cocking the rifle.
The vampire spat out blood and began chuckling. "You dumb fucks. You're dead. You don't realize how dead you all are. Your city, your whole world is gonna be turned to a heap of shit" he said coughing and bleeding. Seras sighed and lowered her weapon. Obviously this line of questioning would be pointless. "Master?" she asked seeking Alucard's help.
The vampire count chuckled and walked closer causing the wounded vampire to flinch. "Tell me, what is it that has this city's vampires cowering?" he asked. The vampire looked long and hard into Alucard's dark crimson eyes. Shaking he spat more blood and began talking.
"It came for us. We just wanted them to stop already. Not all of us wanted to be used for that" he said.
"Used for what?" Alucard asked.
"Their plot. They want to destroy everything" he said.
"You said 'it came for us'. Who is this 'it'?" Seras asked folding her arms. "It targets anyone who's been marked. We lost control and now he's very angry. He wants more sacrifices" he continued. Seras was confused. Just what in the hell was he talking about?
Alucard smirked. "Well now, you've been most helpful. But I know a way to speed this up. You're going to tell us everything. Well...your blood will" he said rearing his head back and biting deep into the vampires neck. His screams and cries of agony and pain carried through the station as Alucard began draining his blood. Seras watched with a mixed interest. Ever since her vampiric powers have awakened, violence like this never really affected her.
As Alucard drank, flashes of memories flooded his mind. His eyes widened in surprise. In his mind he saw the hooded figures of dozens of individuals gathered around a massive fire. They were holding hands, rocking and chanting in a foreign language. The fire before them swelled in size and the roar of the flames burned intensely. From the fire, a massive figure, towering perhaps 12 feet tall began taking shape. It had two piercing eyes colored blood red. The figures stopped their chanting as a massive and terrible roar filled the air.
The memories ended there. He stopped as the vampire slumped to the floor, dead before turning to dust. Licking his lips he stood to his full height. "So...they summoned..him. How befitting I suppose" he said.
"Summoned who?" Seras asked.
"Seras, it's time to leave" he said turning and walking away. Seras raised her eyebrow before following her master.
While Seras and Alucard handled the subway situation. In Russia, Vladimir was meeting with some politicians and military leaders. They were discussing the recent events, most noticably. The vampires targeting several politicians and the assassin targeting criminals. The meeting took place in a conference room at the Order's large estate.
Sitting at a large round table, Vladimir was wearing a black suit with a black tie. He had a bored and frustrated look. He hated politics, and he hated how they were dealing with the situation. To his right sat three members of the United Russia political party. Andrei Krakovsky, Dmitri Andreev and Boris Vasin. Each man, in their late 50's with dark brown, gray and black hair respectively wore a dark navy blue suit.
To Vladimir's left were military leaders. There was Major General of the Air Force, Nikolay Uzdelowitz. He was a man in his late 40's with brown eyes and dark brown hair. Lieutenant Colonel of the Russian Navy Kurt Gruzinsky whom was of similar age and had short dirty blonde hair. Lieutenant General of the Russian Ground troops Vasily Makarov was also in attendance. A man hardened by war, violence and conflict. He had a hard muscled body, dull slick backed white hair and a deep scar over his right eye. Vladimir knew all of them from when he was young. He had often been allowed in meetings with such men when his father, Vladimir Sr. was running the Order. He trusted them with his life and always respected their judgment. And they him.
Seated across from Vladimir were members of the Liberal Democratic Party of Russia. Oskar Markov, Klara Orlov and Irina Petrova. Oskar was a heavy set man with a substantial girth, light brown hair and hazel eyes. Klara was a beautiful woman in her late 40's. A petite form, long straight blonde hair and light blue eyes. Sitting next to her was Irina, likewise exceptionally beautiful. She had raven black hair tied in a bun, brown eyes and a body comparable to a model. She turned heads wherever she walked, and she knew it.
Sighing Vladimir shook his head. "Look, I don't know how else I can explain it. I simply am overwhelmed as it is now. We are busy tracking this latest string of vampiric attacks. My wolves are fighting in Borodino as we speak. This assassin, whoever he is is not a supernatural threat. My Order deals with forces beyong the natural order. So again I ask, why am I being comissioned to lead a taskforce?" he asked irritably.
Oskar wiped his brow with a napkin before clearing his throat. "You make it seem as if your Order is powerless. You have more then enough manpower to track the vampires and stop this assassin. He is causing a swath of destruction in this country! How many estimated deaths are we talking again?" he asked motining for Klara.
She read from a document. "In Russia alone" she began. "We've confirmed a total of 19 killings. Men and women. All of them criminals, convicted or not. I spoke to a Vatican representative where they believe he first began. They've confirmed 6 deaths in total. Clearly this man is out of control" she said in disgust.
"Hardly" Colonel Gruzinsky said interrupting. She glared harshly at him. "If you would bother to read the reports, this is the work of a highly organized man. These attacks are not random. His victims have been carefully chosen. Each was either convicted of a serious crime or was guilty of some other wrong doing. The kills themselves, while...graphic are not overkill. He was always in control" he said. General Uzdelowitz nodded in agreement. "This man for whatever reason chooses only men and women whom commit crimes. Murder, rape, theft, adultery, prostitution. It goes on" he said.
Vladimir looked up. "Sinners" he said. Everyone turned to stare at him. "In my meeting with Enrico Maxwell of the Iscariot. He mentioned that the victims were people guilty of various manner of sin. My guess is he targets those whom he believes to break God's law" he explained. Klara tossed her blonde hair back. "Sinners. Right." she said with mock sarcasm.
Colonel Gruzinsky chuckled. "Pardon me, Vladimir. But I believe we all are guilty of that then. Let's just say I'm not the most ardent worshipper" he said holding the cross around his neck. Some chuckling broke out at the table as Vladimir smirked. "Ah but of course sir. But my point is this. This killer is choosing sinners. Whether he believes they sin against the chruch or God himself is unknown. But it goes beyond taking God's name in vain or sleeping with your neighbor's wife. These are people whom were criminals" Vladimir said.
At that point Irina cleared her throat and looked right at Vladimir. She straightened herself in her seat, crossed her legs, licked her lips and smirked. "Mr. Sokolov. You say these people were sinners and criminals. But why stop there? How do we know for certain if they all were criminals? Have we checked their background? Do we know about them personally other then they were brutally murdered? And more importantly, what is going to stop this man from changing his target selection?" she asked.
Vladimir did not flinch, despite the force of her questions. "I can see your line of thinking, Ms. Petrova. Honestly, we don't know if he will stop then. We can only assume that he will continue with his pattern and the-"
"Aha! Exactly my point!" she said cutting him off. "Assume. You assume they were all criminals. You assume they were all guilty of sin. And you assume he will continue this pattern. Quite a lot of assumptions there. So now tell me this. Why should we intrust a taskforce headed by a man whom operates on nothing but assumption?" she challeneged.
Vladimir glared, "That's hardly fair. Look the fact is all we have ARE assumptions. We still don't know jack shit about this guy. What his name is. Where he came from. We don't know his height, his weight, age, blood type, ethnicity. How he is choosing his victims or even how has eluded both the Vatican and our forces here. So you can hardly fault me for that" he spat annoyed.
Andrei Krakovsky took the moment to speak for the first time. "I believe we have gotten off topic" he said straightening his tie. "Vladimir, the President as well as the Prime Minister want you to lead this taskforce. And they are prepared to offer you unlimited resources to assist you. I understand your objections but please keep in mind that your Order serves the government. So for the sake of your country, will you accept?" he asked.
Vladimir closed his eyes for a moment. He thought of his newborn son, Joseph. That mental image calmed him down. "Alright. I accept. On a few conditions" he said. Andrei motioned, "Name them" he said.
"First and foremost. I am in charge. I want it made clear that I get to run the taskforce exactly my way. Second, we will run the task force in coordination with my Order. The vampires we're after have been stirring mayhem. Once we take them out, then and only then will I pursue the assassin. Lastly I need as you promised, unlimited resources. Get in touch with people in foreign policy, the police force, military intelligence. Everything. We need to put together a profile of this guy so we can figure out why he's targeting these people, how he selects them and how we can track him. Any questions?" he asked.
Irina raised her eyebrow, "You seem very confident. Tell me if your pack of wolves can't even take care of some vampires then how can you track an assassin whom has eluded capture for nearly five years?" she said. Vladimir smirked. "You don't know my wolves. I told you they're in Borodino as we speak. They'll have these vampires staked and burned to crisp in a matter of hours" he said.
Irina scoffed before leaning back in her chair. "Very well. My objections stand however" she said. Oskar wiped his brow again as Klara tossed her hair back. "Right. I've never even seen a Werewolf. Are the stories about them true?" she asked.
Vladimir nodded, "My wolves have served the Order for over 200 years. Trust me, you won't find a pack more reliable. But that is settled. There's one last thing I want to discuss" he said as everyone grew quiet.
"Contact Integra Hellsing of the Hellsing Organization in London. She has been dealing with a string of vampire activity as well. It may all be connected, if so she will need our assitance and we have worked together in the past" he said. "Very well we shall contact this Sir Integra" Andrei said.
"Just a moment" Irina said. Everyone turned to watch as her face darkened into a scowl.
"I'm afraid I can't be so confident in your forces, Mr. Sokolov" she began. Vladimir raised his eyebrow as she calmly folded her arms. "My husband, was murdered over a year and a half ago. It was by vampires. You still have not found them. One and a half years and what have your forces turned up? Shit. Absolutely nothing. Now you are appointed to head a task force to find an assassin. You said we should trust you. Why? When you have not found my husband's murderers?" she asked.
The room grew quiet. Vladimir cleared his throat and looked at her calmly. "I am terribly sorry we have not found Ivan's killers. When we investigated his death we were unable to find any leads on why he was targeted and more importantly the identity of the vampires responsible. But Ms. Petrova please place your faith in what my forces fight for. We will find this assassin and we will stop him. And I swear it to you, we will find the ones who killed your husband" he said.
Irina did not respond for several moments before sighing. Closing her eyes she reopened them. "Very well. Just know that I have also been appointed by the Prime Minister to oversee your investigation. You screw up, and we find someone else" she said.
The meeting continued, with little progress made.
In Borodino...
The small village of Borodino was once the site of an epic battle between Napoleon Bonaparte's forces and the Russian army during the French-Russian wars. Now, it was a small little village located in Moscovskaya Oblast, Russia in the Central District. A densely populated district, it was now once again the site of carnage.
Vampires had descended on this town, leaving a swath of destruction. They ransacked homes, destroyed buildings, murdered whole families and gorged on human blood way past the point of satiation. Fire swept through the town as the vampires were covering their tracks.
In the center of the town a group of about seven vampires were busy continuing their bloody conquest. The bodies of dozens of citizens lay scattered about them. Blood stained the floor. Bodies were ripped and torn to shreds as pieces of flesh lay scattered about. One vampire bent over the body of a young woman. Picking her up by his teeth, he savagely bit and tore into her throat. Ripping out large chunks of flesh as he slurped and swallowed her blood. His comrades did the same.
"Oohh man what a night! I've had so much fun!" one said stepping over the body of a dead man. He looked around as his comrades continued feeding. One vampire ripped the head off of his victim and tossed it away. They were busy enjoying their slaughter they did not notice a tall man approaching.
Looking up they saw a very tall and heavily muscled man with shoulder length black hair approaching. He wore a long black coat and tied to his waist was a red katana. Most striking were the man's eyes, gold with amber colored irises. One vampire looked up at him. "Yo pal, you looking to die or you just don't care?" he said. His snark comment was cut short as the man removed two Desert Eagles and opened fire. The vampire howled in pain as silver ammunition pierced his torso, chest and heart causing him to turn to dust. The remaining vampires jumped in alarm and quickly pulled out their own firearms.
Michael smirked, "Made contact. Everyone engage" he spoke into his earpiece as the pack began their battle. Michael dashed forward, faster then they expected. He opened fire, quickly destroying three more vampires in a hail of bullets. The rest opened fire on him, frantically trying to hit him. His speed far exceeded their gunfire, he moved in faint blurry images.
Dashing across the street Michael crossed his arms and fired at two vampires. Blood burst from their bodies as their heads exploded in a gory fashion. "Oh shit! What the fuck is this guy? Kill him damn it! Shoot his fucking head off!" one vampire shouted frantically firing an AK-47. His efforts were in vain as Michael simply moved too fast. Firing his pistols again he reduced him to dust. Two remained, cowering in fear.
"Hey look come on man! We're sorry for what we did just please don't kill us!" they pleaded dropping their firearms. Michael frowned, he placed his Desert Eagles behind his back. The vampires sighed in relief, if only they could relax easily. In a flash Michael dashed behind them. Unsheathing his katana he sliced them to ribbons in the span of a few seconds. Cutting off the legs of one before slicing another through the middle. Blood and gore splashed to the ground as they crumbled to the floor in a heap. Michael sighed, flicked the blood off and with a quick spin sheathed his sword.
Tapping his ear piece he spoke to his pack. "Finished where I am, how is everyone else holding up?" he asked.
On the east part of the village, Sergei and Alex were taking cover behind a destroyed truck. "Sergei and Alex here Boss. Taking heavy fire. These fuckers are better armed then expected" Sergei said speaking to his ear piece. Alex fired from his assault rifle, killing four vampires before taking cover again to reload. "Bah these fuckers are a bunch of pussies. Don't sweat it Mike we got this" he said confidently loading another ammo clip. Both brothers then turned to face each other.
"On three" Sergei began.
"1"
"2"
"THREE!" both twins shouted and jumped from their cover and dashed into the grassy field. There were 10 vampires surrounding them all whom opened fire. Sergei and Alex ran around, past speeding bullets whilst firing their own weapons. Alex wielded two mini Uzi's and Sergei two P90 rifles. Alex rolled and began firing. Three vampires howled from their gunshot wounds and burst to dust.
Alex ejected the empty clips and reloaded quickly. Smirking he spred his arms out, and fired. "Up up!" he said firing at two vampires to his left. Sergei turned, his back to his brother and fired in the opposite direction. "Down down!" he said. More vampires fell to the floor dead.
Both Sergei and Alex spread their arms out, still standing back to back and continued firing. "Left, right, left, right!" they shouted in unison. Alex shot one vampire in the head, blood bursting out as his brother shot another in his chest and heart.
"B,A, START!" Alex said emptying his clip into the last remaining vampire. Both he and Sergei surveyed the scene. Blood stained the field, empty ammo clips and bullets littered the floor. Smirking Alex holstered his weapons. "Death by Konami" he said.
"We had a God mode cheat bitches, and you can't stop us. OWWWW!" Sergei responded laughing. He tapped his ear piece. "Sergei and Alex here. Just finished kicking the shit out some suck heads. Yo, Raul, Karl, Robert how you guys holding up?" he asked.
"Hoorah! Doing just fine dude!" Raul spoke to his ear piece as he swung his sword and sliced a vampire clean in half. He along with Karl and Robert were cutting through several vampires on the further part of the town. Karl loaded more shells into his shot gun before pumping twice. Three vampires charged, leaping into the air. He unloaded the shells into each of them, blowing their bodies away in a bloody heap.
Robert was firing from an M4 assault rifle. He ducked and rolled evading the return fire from some of the undead fiends. Rolling back up he fired, shooting two in the head.
Raul looked up, he was surrounded by four. One held a large machete, the other three likewise wielding knives and an axe respectively. Smirking he rotated his shoulders before readying himself.
Dashing forward he blocked the axe wielding vampire, raising his twin swords up. The knife wielding one tried stabbing him in the back only to be knocked back with a strong kick, cracking the bone. Raul dropped to his feet, kicking the vampire's feet out in a sweeping roundhouse sending him sprawling. The vampire then watched in horror as Raul swiped and cut off his head sending it rolling to the side.
Two of the others again tried attacking. He side stepped, avoiding the knife slashes. He cut the arm off one vampire before cutting its head. He then spun around and hacked and slashed through the torso of another. Blood splattered out, staining the floor as they cried in pain. Raul raised his sword and pierced the vampire through the heart. In seconds they all turned to dust.
The last remaining one shook in fear, dropping his weapon he turned to run. He only managed three steps before sharp pain erupted in his chest. Looking down he saw a fist punching through his sternum. "Sorry, but you're not going anywhere" Karl said as he punched through again piercing the vampire's heart and reducing him to dust.
Raul frowned, "Hey I wanted him" he complained. Robert laughed and strapped his rifle to his shoulder.
"Raven here. Anyone copy?" Raven said speaking through their ear pieces. Raul tapped his, "Yeah babe what's up?" he asked.
"Just finishing off the last of these buggers. Laying some support fire to Hiro and Hanya. You guys finished yet?"
"Yeah we just got done. I say we're about done. Wait, where's Kathy?"
"She trailing some that are hold up in one of the towers. She'll be fine. Oh and Raul?"
"Yeah?"
"Do hurry. I remembered my promise to you and I intend to keep it. Got that, big boy?" she purred seductively. Raul howled gently before saying "Loud and clear".
Robert and Karl rolled their eyes. "Ugh please" they said in unison.
Over in America...
Dante approached the construction site, holding the guitar case which held Rebellion. Another mission. Some low level demons were terrorizing a construction company, killing a few workers and halting any further work.
The site was situated downtown. The large steel frams of the building in production loomed over. Around the site were various construction equipment and vehicles. Dante walked to the center of the lot before stopping. Dropping the guitar case he rolled his eyes and sighed.
"You know" he began. "If you're gonna follow somebody, you might want to make sure you completely conceal your presence. Time to quit hiding and come on out" he called out into the night.
From the shadows, the massive and grotesque figures of various types of demons began appearing. One of them, a lizard looking beast with spikes on its back and a forked tongue with piercing green eyes crawled on all fours before standing to two feet. "How did you know, demon hunter?" it hissed.
Dante smirked. "Your smell" he said. More and more demons began emerging until he was surrounded. Ten demons were now in view. "You a mere half breed make a mockery of us? I will crush your bones into dust and rip out your heart!" shouted one. He stood about eight feet tall and had four arms. He had crimson eyes, two swooping horns on his head and grey skin.
"I wasn't mocking, for once" Dante said shrugging his shoulders and folding his hands behind his head. "You guys smell like shit. Even though you were hidden I could smell that big mother right there from 200 feet" he said nodding to one massive and chubby demon.
"But enough talk I say we get started, don't you?" Dante said. One demon charged leaping high into the air aiming his claws at Dante. The devil slayer pulled out his twin pistols Ebony and Ivory, spinning them before opening fire. The demons body was riddled with bullets as it crumbled down dead.
The demons then roared and charged Dante. He dashed around the site, skillfully firing his weapons and evading their attacks. He flipped over one, aiming his weapons behind his back and firing while landing to his feet. One demon charged and swung with a bladed weapon. Dante parried with one of his guns, knocking the weapon aside. He kicked another in the chest sending it flying back before spinning and spin kicking another acorss the face. Dante got to his feet and crossed both arms, opening fire and unleashing a hailstorm of bullets. Four of them were killed, purple, red and blue colored blood respectively sprayed out from the wounds.
Dante turned as another charged. He jumped to the side, avoiding its claws before flipping over and landing behind it. The five demons remaining roared. "Kill him! He's not even a full blooded demon!" one shouted but his rant soon ended when Dante shot him in the head. Blowing his brains out and sending blood and bits of flesh splattering out.
Dante smirked as the remaining demons flinched before growling. The gray colored one with horns roared, a deafening sound as he stomped twice. "I refuse to cower before this man! You're mine!" it shouted and charged forward. Dante placed his guns away. With his right foot he kicked the guitar case up in the air, opening it as he pulled Rebellion out and in a single swing cut the demon in half just as he moved to attack. Blood and entrails spilled out. The remaining demons likewise charged. Dante brought up Rebellion as he cut one in half down the middle before cutting off the head of another.
The last demon standing met its end as Dante swung his around his body and charged forward. With his blade raised high he thrusted it deep into the beasts heart. It howled in pain as Dante pulled up, cutting it in half and causing its blood to spill out. Dante cracked his neck and surveyed the scene. Blood and body parts littered the site as the scattered bodies of the demons were collecting in massive pools of blood.
Dante walked back over to the gray demon. Despite being eviscerated he was still alive. Spitting up blood he growled at Dante. "I curse your name mortal...you will regret the day you fought against us" he said.
Dante rolled his eyes. "Dude really? This mortal stuff is getting old. But whatever. I enjoyed our little dance princess but I'm bored now. Adios" he said raising one of his guns and blasting the fiends brains out.
Placing his weapon away Dante sighed and then paused. "Enjoy the show, Trish?" he once again called out. A thin blonde woman stepped out from behind one of the large construction machines. Smirking Trish cocked her head. "Hardly, you seemed bored by that fight"
Dante frowned, "I was" he said. Trish walked up to Dante. "Listen there's something you need to know about these demons" she said seriously. Pointing to one of their bodies she watched as Dante's expression changed.
"What about them?" he asked.
"Take a closer look at its body. It's been branded" she said.
Dante stared at her before laughing loudly. "Branded? Seriously how did that happen with a cattle brand?" he cracked. Dante walked and checked the body. On the demons right shoulder was a large insignia burned into the flesh. The insignia was of a large crucifix, with an X shaped mark over it and three lines across inside a circle.
Dante raised his eyebrow. "Ok so you were right but the hell does this mean?" he asked. Trish crossed her arms. "These demons are someone's property. I talked to Lady who has seen this all across the city. Every demon she killed had this strange mark on them. These demons are under the control of someone, moving them about" she explained.
Dante at that moment was placing Rebellion inside its case. He stood up and sighed, "Moving them about. Now who the hell could be behind this?" he asked. Trish didn't respond. They both then turned to leave the site unaware they were both being watched.
From the top of a tall building overlooking the construction area, three hooded and cloaked figures watched the entire scene.
"It appears his talents are not exaggerated" one said folding his arms. "Please these were low level demons. Munchkins. I'd love to see what this guys does when facing him" his accomplice responded.
The last one, a woman chuckled a little before responding. "So when do we get the honor of introducing ourselves to the legendary devil slayer? I'm just dying to sink my claws into his flesh" she purred.
"In time, for now we observe. We will continue moving them through the city, stirring Dante's investigation"
"What about New York? The Nightstalkers are getting suspiscious"
"They are of no concern. Let them get drawn into our plot. That way when we are ready to strike it will be easier to eliminate them" the lead figure said. The wind picked up, causing their hooded cloaks to flap in its breeze.
"We move the demons here, and the vampires in London and Russia. In time, we shall take them all out" the lead figure said again chuckling. All three individuals then disappeared in a brief flash of red light.
Back in Borodino...
Hanya fired from his revolver, shooting three vampires in the head. Blood splattered out as they turned to dust. Emptying the shells he holstered his weapon and cracked his neck. He and Hiro were standing in the town square with vampires closing in.
Laughing he raised his right hand, his nails growing to sharp claws as he dashed forward. He used his claws to slash and rip through several of the vampire. He cut the head off one, sending it flying into the air and landing a few feet away. Blood and gore splashed all around him as he laughed wildly.
"Ah this is the way it's done! Gotta rip'em to shreds with your bare hands!" he shouted. Hiro ran beside him, using his katana to slice the attacking vampires to ribbons.
He stopped as two charged him. He used is enhanced speed to move around their attacks. Taking his sword he cut the arm off one before spinning and stabbing another through the heart. Pulling the blade out he switched to a back handed grip as returned to the previous one and pierced him through the stomach. The vampire cried out, bleeding heavily before Hiro then cut him in half.
The two looked up to see a group of about five vampires approaching armed with assault rifles. One stepped forward, cocked his weapon and took aim. "Get them!" he shouted and prepared to fire. A rifle shot echoed in the night air. The vampire lowered his weapon. Looking down he saw he was bleeding from his chest. A second shot rang out as the vampires head exploded in a gory fashion. The others then panicked, frantically scanning the area to determine where he was shot from.
"Who did that?"
"I don't know I don't know!"
"You fucking morons shoot the other two!"
From her vantage point overlooking the scene, Raven cocked her sniper rifle and smirked. Gazing through the scope she fired at the three vampires. Piercing one through the heart, shooting another in the throat and the last in the eye causing his eyeball to burst out in a heap of blood. Hanya took the time to cut down the remaining two, tearing them to shreds with his claws. Hiro rolled his neck and sheathed his sword.
Turning around he tapped his ear piece. "Boss, Hiro reporting in. What's the situation?"
"Michael here. Just about ready to wrap it up. Anyone here from Kathy?" he asked.
"Kathy in, you guys should get over here. Got some very interesting information. Got a wounded vampire here with some intel. I'm at the Kutuzov Obelisk. Get here fast" she said.
Twenty minutes later the entire pack had met and assembled at the Kutuzov Obelisk, a memorial erected to remember the battle which took place in the town. Kathy stood with her arms folded, watching the approaching pack. Infront of her, laying on his back and clutching his shoulder was the vampire in question. He had a gaping wound to his chest, a missin left leg and a gun shot wound to his right shoulder.
Michael walked up to Kathy, "So what happened?" he asked as Karl, Raul and Sergei dragged the vampire a few feet away as the pack circled him.
"He and some of his pals tried ambushing me, killed the others and wounded him. Then I got him to start talking" she said. Walking over she placed her foot against his throat causing him to gag. "Start talking" she snapped. "What is it you know?" Michael stared, awestruck. He had never seen her so confident before.
The vampire shook from fear. "Alright. Look we were only following orders. They told us to lay waste to this town in order to draw you all here. They knew you would be sent and they wanted to gauge your strength as a pack" he said.
Raul cocked his eyebrow, "Who's they?"
The vampire did not respond. Sergei and Alex frowned. "Yo, Mike. I say we skin this fucker and hang him by his balls and leave him to burn in the sunlight" they said.
The vampire panicked, his eyes wide. "They'll kill you. All of you. They want to build a new world. To do that, they're moving vampires about in different cities. Stirring conflict and causing destruction. Russia is not the only place. England, America. These fuckers are everywhere. Please...I had no choice" he pleaded.
Michael closed his eyes, slowly reopening them. "Tell us, who is your master?" he asked.
"No..no more. You don't understand what they are capable of. They'll destroy everything" he stammered.
Frowning Michael sighed. "We're not getting anything else. Do it Kathy" he said as she stepped forward pulling out one of her revolvers. She aimed it at his head.
"You'll never stop them. No one can stop them." he said as his final message.
She pulled the trigger.
End Chapter
Next chapter will be up soon as I can. I will introduce Nero and the Order of the Sword as well as Anderson, Iscariot as well as the Nightstalkers. Stay tuned, feel free to review or send an email if you please. Thanks for reading?