Disclaimer: First big battle! Anderson and the assassin clash in a fierce fight. The Paladin, underestimates his opponent who demonstrates formidable powers. During their fight, Anderson learns a bit of the assassin's true identity. Who is this man and what is the source of his power?
In New York, Oboro is unleashed by the Leader of LOD. He uses the spirit of vengeance to strike terror into the city. Can the Nightstalkers fight back against the dreaded agent of the Devil?
In Russia, the wolf pack rescue Irina from a group of vampires sent to silence her. The pack manages to kill her attackers but not before being warned of an impending threat against their order. Vladimir also contacts Dante and requests his aid in dealing with the empowered new vampires.
And lastly, Alucard and Seras encounter a powerful and formidable member of LOD in a fight who poses a challenge to the count himself.
Hellsing and Devil May Cry are owned/copyrighted and distributed by Kouta Hirano and Capcom respectively. I do not own these works at all. Do not sue me.
Chapter Six- The Paladin vs the Assassin
Night time descended on New York City. The Big Apple was now coming to life as it numerous citizens filled the streets in its usual night life. News of Mayor Stewarts rescue was quickly circulating. "You hear? They got the Mayor! Isn't that awesome?" exclaimed one young woman excitedly as she talked into her cell phone walking along 86th and Broadway. At a newstand, two men were also discussing the news. "They say she was kidnapped by terrorists. An al-Quaida offshoot or something. In the fucking city can you believe it?" one said to his friend. No mention was made of the Nightstalkers involvement. In typical fashion, their participation was kept from public knowledge so as to allow them to work in secrecy.
At City Hall, swarms of reporters gathered outside eager to get a glimpse at the Mayor and her rescuers. All the major news stations were there. The PIX 11, WABC, Fox Five and many others. Several police officers stood outside. Arms folded they were ordered not to let anyone as directed by the FBI.
"Hey you there officer come on let me in this is grade A stuff!" a young female journalist shouted as she was shoved back for the third time. The officer frowned, "Look we got orders. The feds have taken this investigation. No fucking press for Chrissakes ya got that?" he said angrily. His fellow officers nodded in affirmation. She sucked her teeth, turned her nose up and walked back to her news van.
Inside the Mayor was being briefed by Nightstalker agents. In attendance were Rosette, Dexter as well as the Bureau durector and two other agents. "So, they said they were building a new world. What in God's name does that mean?" asked Director McGrath. Mayor Stewart sat across from him, now dressed in normal clothing. Trembling she sighed before speaking. "I don't know. The man who spoke to me said they were raising chaos here, London and in Moscow towards some unknown goal. He said they would bring an end to the greatest lie to mankind" she said growing quiet. Everyone looked at her as she shook her head.
"Free will" she stated. The Director leaned back and rubbed his temples. Dexter, who was sitting on the other side spoke for the first time. "There were vampires all over that place. And those two individuals, Tristan and Victoria. They seemed to be able to control them. Then there was that huge motherfucker riding the lizard. It just keeps getting crazier" he said. At the mention of Victoria the Mayor flinched slightly, still recovering from her abduction and possible torture.
Rosette turned to him. "Wait, what guy?" she asked.
"Some big motherfucker with dreads, two axes and he rode a two headed lizard" he said watching Rosette's expression panic. She stood to her feet and began pacing. "Is something wrong Rosette?" McGrath asked. Rosette folded her arms, licked her lips and faced the group.
"You guys were damned lucky Sion and Seth were there. Damned lucky as it could have gotten much worse. That big motherfucker as you put it, is one of the most deadly and powerful devils our group has ever encountered. Rashkor, the Beast Tamer. He's a devil that finds the most powerful predatory creatures alive, tames them and makes them his pet. He and Seth have fought and damn near killed each other many times" she explained.
"Great so they have a blood feud. What does this matter now?" the Mayor asked. Rosette turned to her, "If LOD has him in their service this is more serious then we thought. He's everything to fear in a devil: Cold, merciless, bloodthristy and violent. This will not end pretty" she said. The group grew silent as the Mayor cleared her throat.
"This information is very useful but honestly, I am very tired. I..I would just like to go home now" she said. Director McGrath stood to his feet and fixed his suit and tie. "Of course, we can have some of our officers escort you to your home. I am glad you are safe now Mayor Stewart" he said. "Oh, Rosette there is one other thing. Before I go, could you please send Seth to see me for just a moment?" she asked.
Rosette blinked twice before saying "Uh..sure I guess. I'll go get him" she said turning to leave.
While the Nightstalkers dealt with the Mayor's return, terror would soon strike.
At Devil May Cry...
Dante flipped through the magazine as he kicked his feet unto his desk. Without looking he took his right hand and reached for the freshly delivered pizza. Grabbing a slice he quickly consumed it, smacking his lips as he then reached for another. His phone rang, he didn't reach for it. The phone rang a second and third time before he finally answered. Kicking the desk with his foot, he caught the reciever and said "Devil May Cry"
"Am I speaking to Dante?" a voice asked. Dante raised an eyebrow; the Russian accent was not familiar.
"And whom do I owe the pleasure of conversing with?" Dante replied sarcastically. From the other line, Vladimir began chuckling.
"They were right about your tongue. My name is Vladimir Sokolov. I am the leader of the Order of the Cross, a secret branch of the Russian government devoted to hunting and eliminating all supernatural threats. I am calling with a proposition" Vladimir said.
"Let me guess, vampires are raising hell and you need my help. Look pal I already got into it with that Integra lady. Why should I help you?" Dante replied.
"What if I were to tell you that the vampires were drinking demon blood?" he said as the line grew deathly quiet.
"Did you say demon blood?" Dante asked setting his magazine down.
"Integra informed me of vampires recently encountered demonstrating obscene strength. Dante, these vampires fought against Alucard and gave him a run for his money. It was later determined the vampires had been given demon blood in order to strengthen them" Vladimir explained.
"Wait wait..whoa. Who the hell would give vampires demon blood?" Dante asked. "That's the other problem. Someone is controlling and moving them about" he said. Vladimir then quickly surmised the events taking place including the attacks in Russia, the assassinations, the uprising in London and their summoning of Oboro. Dante listened intently as Vladimir explained everything.
"So that's the situation. Look, these assholes are planning something. Something wicked. I'm asking if you will consider working with us" Vladimir stated. Dante was silent for a while before he started chuckling.
"Vampires feeding on demon blood? Oh man this I GOTTA see. Count me in dude" he said excitedly. Vladimir smirked, "Glad to see you so eager. Make your way to Moscow. Until we meet in person" he said hanging up. Dante tossed the phone on the reciever, cracked his neck and then chuckled again. "Man this is gonna kick ass" he said happily.
Over in Russia...
Vladimir calmly leaned back in his chair. Sighing he stared out the window, watching the sun set. He hoped Dante could help their order fight back against the encroaching vampires. While he contemplated his conversation with Dante, danger would soon strike.
Hours later the sun had finally set bringing an end to the day. Night time fell on the Odintsovsky District. Irina stepped off the platform of train station and began heading for her home. Her house was surrounded by forest as the village itself was close to a pine forest preserve.
Twenty minutes later she walked up to the steps of her home. As she slipped the key into the hole every fiber of her body told her to freeze and remain absolutely still. She distinctly heard soft footsteps approaching. She slowly turned only to have a hand shoved over her mouth forcing her back and slamming her against the door. She began to struggle but could not fight the obscene strength of her attacker. Surrounding her now were four vampires, dressed in ragged street clothes and grinning with a sadistic gaze. The one gripping her tightly hissed lowly.
"Ah my dearest Irina. I'm afraid your time to die has finally come. Our benefactors would much appreciate if you didn't live any longer" he said tightening his grip as she shook and began whimpering. He then tossed her aside like a rag doll as she flopped and rolled to a stop. Getting to her feet she watched as they slowly approached. She stood to her feet, eyes wide with fear.
"Who the hell are you? Why do you want to kill me?" she asked frightened. Another vampire laughed as he reared back and howled. "Oh man just smell how tasty her blood is. It's gonna be so much fun to drain her dry" he said licking his lips. Irina shook and turned to flee, running back down the steps. The vampire, using his enhanced speed quickly blocked her path in a span of a few seconds. "You're not going anywhere" he threatened.
She then turned to run to the only place she could think of, towards the forest. Irina ran to the forest behind her home only to again be stopped by the vampires. One tripped her and another grabbed her ankle, preventing her from escaping. She tried crawling away to no avail. "No please! Don't kill me please don't!" she begged and shouted. The vampires simply began laughing, enjoying watching their prey struggle.
"Good. Keep squirming sweet stuff. It only makes the hunt that much more fun" he said as he flipped her over unto her back. He opened his mouth, exposing his fangs as his cohorts laughed with glee. Irina brought her hands up in a vain attempt to shield herself. And just as it seemed hopeless and Irina about to die the night was interrupted by a long deep howl coming from the forest behind them. The vampires instantly froze, the sound sending waves of terror down their bodies. Irina too froze; Whatever made the sound was drawing very close.
She managed to escape her captors grip as she crawled away only to be stopped by a large snapping sound. From the dark cover of the forest came a deep rumbling sound. A powerful booming noise that rumbled in her chest. Something big and massive was moving through the brush.
"What the hell is that?" one vampire asked fearfully as they all stared into the dark forest.
Irina turned to the direction they were looking. Focusing she eventually saw two large glowing amber colored eyes. The eyes stared not at her, but the vampires. They disappeared then reappeared periodically indicating the unseen creature was blinking. It snorted three times, steam escaping from its nostrils. Then with a loud grunt and a quick roar it charged forward out the cover, leaping high into the air over Irina and crashed into the ground in front landing on all fours. The vampires now trembled in fear at their new guest. One took a single step back then uttered, "It can't be".
Standing before them was a massive wolf. It had pitch black fur and large glowing amber eyes. The wolf growled, its snout curling back in a fierce snarl exposing its frightening and massive teeth. It reared back, standing on two legs now and towered 11 feet tall. Its fur bristled, the muscles expanding and tightening. Its forearms resembled a mans but ended in long curved talons. Irina was very close to the wolf. Close enough to smell its strangely sweet and musty fur and feel its growls reverberate through her body. But she was frozen by fear, too frightened of this massive behemoth to dare make a move should it turn to attack her.
The Werewolf reared back and roared; a terrifying sound that carried through the night air. The vampires then watched as it was soon joined by more of its kind.
The Werewolves all walked on two feet. The second to emerge was about 7 feet tall and had chocolate brown fur. The third had dark silver fur. The next wolf was all gray. The fifth wolf was colored gray with a lighter shade on its torso. The sixth wolf was a reddish brown mix. The seventh, eigth and ninth wolves were colored tan with black on the back, light brown with a black muzzle, and a black and silver mix with shades of white and gray on the torso, shoulders and back. The final wolf to emerge was a behemoth that was about 9 feet tall and colored a black and brown mix. The wolves curled their snouts back, growling and snarling. They quickly formed a V-formation with the black wolf at the head, flanked to his right and left by the chocolate brown and silver colored wolves respectively. The black wolf was clearly the leader as it snorted twice before stomping.
Irina watched with a mix of horror and fascination. The wolves were entirely focused on the vampires whom cowered and shook before their presence. The reddish brown wolf, smaller then its pack mates but nontheless a giant slowly turned and looked in her direction. Irina stared into the glowing amber eyes. They didn't seem savage or ferocious, but beautiful, intelligent and strangely alluring. The wolf made a low rumbling sound and panted. A quick snarl from the black wolf made it refocus on the vampires.
"Fucking Werewolves? Forget that bitch let's get the fuck outta here!" shouted the first vampire as he turned and fled. His partners, still shaking with fear also turned and fled. Speeding away in rapid fashion. The black wolf howled, roared and then sprang forward, running on two feet. His massive form made the ground rumble. The rest of the pack roared, snapped their jaws and gave chase leaving Irina behind. The reddish brown took one look back at her before catching up to his pack.
Irina dropped to her feet, breathing heavily. "Oh my God...those...were Werewolves" she said in horror.
The wolves chased the vampires away from Irina's home and deeper into the forest. Their roars of fury echoed in the the night as they snapped and tore through the brush in pursuit. The black wolf led the pack at the front as he increased his speed. They chased the vampires away until they came out the forest into a meadowy clearing. The black wolf roared and sprang forward, tackling one vampire as the two wrestled. The rest of the pack caught up as they soon surrounded the vampires.
The black wolf took his massive jaws and bit into the vampires neck. His cries of pain carried out as he was shook like a rag doll before being tossed to the side as three wolves jumped and savagely bit and tore him into bloody shreds.
The remaining vampires tried to fight, to no avail. The silver wolf took his claws and swiped the head off one vampire sending it flying into the air and crashing back down. Three more wolves jumped unto the body, biting and ripping it to pieces. The final vampire cowered before the powerful wolves as they tossed the severed and torn pieces of his cohorts into a pile. The black wolf slowly walked forward, snarling and baring his enormous teeth. "You won't live to gloat over this long. The Oboro is coming against your order. Beware He Who Walks On All Fours. Beware the Oboro. Beware LOD" he threatened backing away as the alpha approached.
He flexed his muscles and then bellowed as he knocked the vampire down. With his foot crushing down on his chest the rest of the wolves closed in as they proceeded to rip apart the vampire sending blood and entrails splattering into the night.
While the Werewolves finished their slaughter of the vampires a very different kind of mayhem was about to take place back in Moscow.
The assassin had chosen his next target. His victim: Ramone Gustav. A con artist and ponzi schemer from Columbia who had come to Russia escaping the authorities. He had swindled numerous people out of their life savings, trust funds and pensions. Ramone would find that tonight, not even the slickest liar or con artist could fool their way out of his coming fate.
Ramone also did not realize that members of the task force had been tailing him. Following his every movement so as to protect him from the assassin. Both Dmitry and Dominic were stationed outside of a popular lounge that Ramone visited frequently.
Sitting in a large black van Dominic spoke into a small radio. "No sign of Ramone yet" he said. Spencer radioed back in, "Keep waiting. He'll show eventually" he said. Dominic frowned. They had been waiting for three hours already.
"So this guy schemes millions out of people investments and money. He flees all the way from South America to Russia and is now hiding out here in Moscow. I find that just a bit too fantastic" Dmitry said leaning back into the chair. Dominic shrugged, "He's a criminal. It doesn't have to be simple" he said. Dmitry prepared to respond when he looked out the window. "Got him" he said.
Ramone, dressed in gray slacks, a black button down with a gray tie and black shoes walked casually up to the entrance. "Spencer we've sighted him entering. We're going to follow him inside and stake the place out"
"Ok but do it discreetly. If he gets wind he's being followed he'll freak and bail. He may flee the country and then we're screwed. Report back if the assassin shows" Spencer said. Dmitry turned his radio off, tucked it inside his jack and nodded for Dominic to follow.
Inside the bar music was pumping as some of the patrons took to dining on the elegant cuisine while others sat at the bar. Some took to the floor, dancing with their respective partners. The place itself was quite large; to the left was the bar while the center was the dance floor and DJ booth. There was also a dining area where patrons selected elegant cuisine and two upper balconies.
Ramone took a seat at the bar, nervously looking over his shoulder before he nodded at the bar tender. He ordered a drink; cranberry vodka on ice and waited as she fixed it and brought it to him.
Dominic and Dmitry watched from the far corner of the bar. An hour passed before Dominic tapped his partner. "We've got company" he said nodding towards the other end. A tall individual wearing a black cloak slowly made his appearance. He blended into the crowd, moving within and keeping his head low. They could see he was making his approach of Ramone who remained oblivious. He was now about a good twenty feet away.
Dominic and Dmitry pushed their way through the crowds. Reaching into their jackets they quickly withdrew handguns and took aim. "FREEZE DON'T MOVE!" they shouted as he stopped. Ramone turned, saw them, saw the assassin and panicked. A couple bar patrons screamed and fled, soon creating panic as the music stopped playing and people began shouting and fleeing for the exits or taking cover. The assassin very slowly and camly, turned to face his opponents who never lowered their weapons.
"You are wanted by the authorities of the FBI, CIA, Interpol and Europol for multiple accounts of murder. We hereby place you under arrest by the powers vested in us by the Prime Minister of Russia" they said in unison. Ramone slowly got to his feet and tried to walk away. "Don't you even try. You're coming with us to Ramone Gustav" they said.
"Ah shit! Look come on I just been layin' low not stirring shit or anything!" Ramone said raising his hands. The assassin cocked his head before reaching into his cloack. "I said don't fucking move!" Dominic said raising his pistol as Dmitry reached for his radio. "Task force we've made contact. Send in any available agents we have the assassin in custody" he radioed in.
The assassin stared at the two men. "Allow me to finish my work in peace. Do so and no harm shall come to you two" he said. Dominic frowned, "Eat shit you asshole" he spat. Their conversation was interrupted by approaching footsteps. "Now now, there's no need for such language. Especially before you die" said an approaching man.
Walking up to the group was a man dressed in a large gray cassock with a white trim and blue interior, black pants, black boots, a black shirt with a blue trim, a clerical collar and wearing a large cross around his neck. He had large round glasses and was smirking. Stopping a few feet away, Anderson chuckled and fixed his glasses. "And just who the hell are you?" Dmitry asked irritably. "I am Father Anderson. I'm afraid I must interrupt this little get together. You see that man there" he said gesturing towards the assassin "Is my target. My superiors would prefer if he were to die" he explained.
"Look priest. Go perform some Hail Mary's or something. This is serious business here" Dominic said watching Anderson cautiously. Anderson grinned and then laughed. "I was hoping it'd come to this. I haven't had a good hunt in a while and plan to enjoy this one" Anderson then quickly pulled out numerous bayonets from his coat sleeve. The assassin in turn pulled out his sword.
"This is the last time we will say it. Drop your fuc-" Dominic began but his sentence ended abruptly. Anderson threw four bayonets at him before he had time to register. They pierced his chest, throat and torso as he fell backwards spewing blood. Dmitry shouted and began firing with his pistol. Anderson quickly pulled out two blades and deflected the bullets before dashing forward. With frightening speed he cut off Dmitry's right and slashed him down the middle before impaling him through his stomach. "Ahh motherfucker!" he roared in great pain as he crashed to the floor.
The assassin watched with mild interest. His real target was Ramone who cowered behind a table, too frightened to dare escaping.
Flicking the blood off Anderson turned to the assassin. "Now as I was saying. I'm afraid it's your turn now" he said. The assassin scoffed, "And why have I made your target list? Have I wronged you in the past?" he asked. Anderson chuckled, "No. Simply orders. The Vatican would prefer I handle your crimes against the church. Even if you do target sinners and heathens".
At the mention of the Vatican, the assassin paused. "Vatican..wait. Father Anderson. Yes I thought that name were familiar. You are Iscariot no?" he asked. Anderson smirked. "So you know us? I'm flattered" he said. The assassin then sheathed his sword and turned away. "I do not wish to fight against a fellow believer. We are both doing God's will by punishing sinners. It would be a travesty for us to draw each others blood. Leave me to finish my work in peace" he said.
Anderson then frowned and raised his bayonets. "There will be no negotiations. You will die by my hands" he said charging forward. In a swift movement both men clashed blades, the assassin having skillfully drawn his straight edged sword in a quick motion. Grippining tightly he shoved Anderson back and began his assult. He clashed his sword with Anderson's bayonets as the priest parried each blow. Spinning in a circle he swung in a large arc as Anderson ducked underneath. Jumping back he reached in and pulled out a small machine pistol. Pointing it at Anderson he opened fire, watching as his opponent deflected the bullets.
"Come now is that the best you can do? I feel disappointed!" Anderson shouted pulling out more bayonets and preparing to throw them. He jumped into the air and threw the blessed blades as they flew towards the assassin with massive force.
The assassin dropped his firearm. Rolling to the side he then backflipped over a table. Raising his sword he then kicked it forward towards Anderson who sliced it in half. The assassin charged from the side, swinging his sword as Anderson brought up on bayonet to deflect. Their blades clashing before they entered a frenzied duel.
Anderson swung his blades in a cross before slashing rapidly. The assassin used his sword to deflect each blow as he brought his sword in an overhead strike which Anderson defended against by raising his bayonets in a X motion. They held the embrace, each pushing against the others strength. "Not bad" Anderson commented. The assassin responded by kneeing Anderson hard in the solar plexus before knocking him aside as the paladin crashed to the floor and rolled back to his feet. The assassin charged, raising his sword as Anderson raised his bayonets and the two clashed once more.
The assassin slashed three times with his sword as Anderson parried. Anderson then raised his blades overhead intending to stab him downward. The assassin raised his sword but then did something interesting. He switched his grip, using the backhanded style and swung it up hard. He used the hilt of the sword to knock away Anderson's bayonet. The hit was strong; casuing him to lose balance. The assassin quickly spun and then in one motion pierced Anderson through his torso.
Anderson grunted, blood beginning to spew unto the floor as he dropped his second blade. With his back still turned the assassin pierced deeper, slowly twisting the blade. "Had our paths crossed in a different light priest, we may have pursued the same goal. May your spirit find rest with God. Amen." he said and pulled his sword out causing Anderson to crash to the floor.
Flicking blood off he sighed and turned back to Ramone. "And now to silence you" he said walking to the con artist. "Look man please just let me go!" Ramone shouted pleading. The assassin inched closer slowly raising his sword. He prepared to strike when he suddenly felt a sensation from behind. Out the corner of his eye he saw dozens of bayonets speeding towards him. He barely avoided them, getting cut along his back and arm as he jumped out the way.
Landing to his feet he turned and watched in surprise as Anderson stood there with a gaping wound to his stomach. Blood spilled out, dripping to the floor. "How can this be? You should be dead?" the assassin said in shock. Anderson began laughing wildly. The wound to his body soon closed up, healing entirely as he pulled out two more bayonets.
"It is an instrument of divine power. The Lord Christ himself has blessed me with such a gift. Now I can really focus on killing you" he said with glee as she rushed the assassin. He slashed wildly with both blades as the assassin countered with his sword. He flipped over Anderson and turned to face him. Anderson reached into his jacket and threw a large Bible at the assassin. The assassin pulled out a large pistol and fired, striking the holy book several times. The book exploded in a flurry bible pages that swarmed the assassin. The pages then ensnared his legs and arms, causing him to drop his sword. Struggling the assassin looked up as Anderson slowly approached wielding two bayonets.
"I have to thank you, assassin. It's been a while since I've enjoyed such a good hunt. You've entertained me quite a bit but now I must silence you. Farewell" Anderson said and proceed to stab the assassin through his chest and stomach with bayonets. The assassin winced, his body shaking from the impact as blood poured out to the floor. Anderson pulled out more bayonets as he stabbed him again through the stomach and through his heart sending him flying back and crashing to the wall. Anderson threw more blades as he was then pinned by his hands to the wall. The assassin gasped from the blow before his body finally gave out, his head dropping low to the ground.
Anderson stepped back, laughing loudly. He fixed his glasses and chuckled a final time. "Such a shame he had to die. He was almost as fun to fight as that vampire Alucard" Anderson said walking away. Anderson prepared to leave when he stopped. Turning back around he saw the assassin was no where to be seen. His bloodied and torn cloak hung by the bayonets. "What?" Anderson roared.
"I am impressed. You must be considered the Vatican's top weapon. You wield formidable skills. Enough to force me to summon my powers" a voice said. Anderson looked to his right to see the assassin standing there. Bleeding heavily from his wounds, his shirt torn and ripped exposing his muscular frame. His wounds closed up, healing entirely. He went and pulled off the remainder of his shirt exposing his body. Anderson's eyes widened at what he saw. "Those...those markings. You're a...it can't be" he said.
From his chest down to his torso were tattoed markings of inscriptions in Aramaic. Anderson read the inscriptions and raised his blades. "So I see then. That explains your power. You are from that ungodly line. To think someone such as yourself is going around killing sinners yet you have that abomination. What gives you the right?" he asked. The assassin cocked his head and began chuckling.
"No one gave me the right, as you put it. It is God's will that all sinners be purged from his kingdom. I am the punishment of God" he answered and rushed Anderson as their dule reached its peak. The assassin was moving much quicker; managint to cut Anderson a few times as he mixed in physical attacks with his sword strikes.
Jumping back he raised his sword parallel to his right. Sliding his right foot back he dropped into a low stance. "Let's finish priest" he said. Anderson slid his foot back and raised his bayonets in a cross pattern above his head. Neither combatant moving for some time. With a shout they sprinted towards each other and slashed viciously in one strike. Both the assassin and Anderson slid past each other, holding their weapons low. Anderson grunted and spat out blood, he had a large slash wound running diagonally from his chest to his abdomen. The assassin grunted and dropped to one knee, using his sword to brace himself.
Anderson despite his wound began laughing. He slowly stood to full height, his wound beginning to close. The assassin likewise stood to full height. His mask began cracking, before it finally split. One half crumbling to the floor. He slowly turned to face Anderson, watching his expression change. Anderson narrowed his eyes. "Your face..." he said.
Only half of the assassin's face was revealed. He had deep brown eyes, but most disturbingly was his youthful appearance. He couldn't have been any older then 19. "Pfft. So you're just a kid" Anderson said lowly. The assassin waved his sword before quickly sheathing it. "At 13, my hands were stained with blood. Do not call me a kid" he said sharply. Anderson was about to speak when he heard shouting, swearing and the sirens of police cars. A dozen or so armed officers stormed the bar. Immediately they aimed their firearms. "Don't move!" they shouted.
Anderson quickly pulled out a Bible, and slammed his hand down unto it. A flurry of glowing yellow pages swarmed and flew around him. Grinning he laughed. "We'll continue our duel next time. Until then, consider yourself lucky to be spared. And don't go getting cocky that I let you live. I promise you I'll have special toys waiting!" Anderson shouted. The bible pages spread and increased in volume filling the entire bar. The police officers covered themselves. Looking back up they Anderson was gone. The assassin reached behind him and pulled out several smoke bombs. "Don't let him get away!" one officer shouted as some began firing. The smoke soon cleared and the assassin too was gone. Leaving behind a ruined and battered bar and blood and chaos.
In New York...
Mitchell Jackson entered the 72nd station on the 2/3 line. He pulled out his metro, swiped it and then walked through the turnstile. It had been a long and stressful day and he was looking forward to heading home. Walking down the steps he entered the platform, and stood against a pillar. He checked his watch; 10:55 pm. "Christ that's the last time I stay late this week" he said fixing his tie. Five minutes later the train pulled into the station and he stepped inside.
Mitch took a seat next to two young women who were busy chatting. Leaning back he closed his eyes, hoping to maybe catch a few winks before he arrived at his stop. Ten minutes later the train pulled into 42nd street. The doors opened and passengers entered and exited the train. The train prepared to pull off when it screeched and came to an abrupt stop. Mitch was jolted from his brief nap. The conducter then spoke over the intercom.
"Attention passengers, do to a problem on the tracks we are momentarily being held. We will be moving shortly. Please be patient"
"Great, only three more stops and we get stranded here" Mitch said unhappily. Being that they were in the very last car, the wait seemed especially long. After fifteen minutes someone in the car went "Hey did you guys see that?" he asked. Everyone looked up. "I saw something out on the tracks"
"It's probably one of the subway workers fixing the problem" an older woman answered. No one paid any attention until they all heard a loud thump against the train. The noise repeated three more times. "That ain't no damn worker" the man said again getting up to look at the window to the car door.
The conducter then entered the car, "Folks please remain in your seats and be patient. We're working on the situation now" he said walking to the exit door. He motioned for the gentleman to step aside a she opened the door and stepped out unto the tracks, closing the door behind him.
He flicked on a flashlight, scanning the tracks. From the darkness of the tunnel he saw quick movement. Then faint footsteps and a deep throaty growl that turned his knees to putty. He shined the flashlight further. Two massive red eyes peered from the darkness of the tunnel, staring unphased by the light. More movement, more growling and then a thunderous rumble as something big and heavy came galloping down the tunnel straight for him. The conducter stumbled back as the two eyes sped toward him and in a swift motion he was knocked down to the ground. He screamed loudly to no avail. He felt something sharp dig into his stomach, a horrible ripping sound and then he felt his stomach torn out. Blood splattered, his intestines thrown about. The man watced as the creature raised one massive claw and dug into his skull, ending his life.
The passengers aboard the train, having heard the conducter's horrible cries of pain and terror cluttered at the window trying to see what had happened. They watched as a figure reared back, and roared. A frightening sound the carried in the tunnels and made the train shake. The creature ran and rammed the window sending the passengers panicking.
"It's breaking in! Something is breaking in!" one woman shouted frantically. The door rumbled and shook before it buckled. Suddenly, four massive claws tore through the steel door slashing down. The door was then torn apart as the beast entered. The passengers began screaming and shouting as they all bolted for the other end of the car. One unlucky fellow, was caught and tackled by the creature who tore and bit into his body. The beast then bit down hard on his skull, cracking the bone and tearing the flesh as it crunched his head in two. There was another wet crunching sound followed by slurping as the creature tore the skull open and began eating the brains. Mitchell was shoved down to the floor, he was then trampled on by two men as they raced past him. He jumped to his feet, looking over his shoulder. He caught a glimpse of the creature, very briefly and had what he'd later describe as "a surge of panic, fear and terror fill his veins".
The creature had two large red eyes and a large head. It's forehead, most disturbingly, was human like. It had a flat nose like a primate and large jaws. It opened its mouth, revealing frightening teeth; each tooth atleast two inches in length. It had an awful smell; fetid, rank, goatish and sour. Like raw hamburger that had spoiled in the sun mixed with swamp gases. The creature walked on all fours and had a massive body. It's front legs were deeply muscled and ended in four pawed toes with long talons. The hind legs, longer then the front ended in fives toed feet. Each toe likewise ending with a massive claw.
The creature had a row of hair from the base of its neck down its spine. It had dark colored fur; reddish brown mix with black stripes like a tiger. The creature's massive and hulking form was balanced by a long tail.
Mitchell took one last look before he ran. The passengers pounded on the doors, begging and screaming for them to be opened. From the platform, panic ensued as people watching the chaos frantically tried opening the doors. Windows were busted as passengers jumped out screaming "He's dead! The monster got him!". Mitchell managed to jump out the car, just as the beast roared and slowly stalked the trapped passengers. It took one paw and cut a man into two. It roared again and bit a woman by her shoulder, wildly shaking her as blood sprayed out. It then bit off a large chunk sending her crashing to the floor. It then went and chomped down on her head, pressing before ripping it off entirely.
The train platform was soon swarmed by police. They took position and pointed their weapons. The creature roared and smashed the train doors three times before it broke through. Now on the platform the police stared in horror. "Sweet Mary mother of God" one officer said pointing his pistol and trembling. The monster turned, snorting twice before roaring and charging. The police officers began firing. The beast howled as it was shot in the shoulders and face. It swung its tail, knocking some officers unto the tracks. It slashed with its claws at another before tackling one to the floor, tearing into his torso and biting his head off.
The station was now in a wave of terror and madness. People screaming, cursing and running for their lives. Oboro continued his gory conquest, slaughtering any in its path and sparing none. The fearsome monster gorged on its human victims, continuing to feast on their brains.
Back in Russia...
The black wolf snorted twice, standing at the edge of the forest. From the brush ahead four wolves emerged. The alpha snorted again before growling.
"Checked the woods. No sign of any more vampires"
"Good. "
"We should do one more search near Irina's home, and the surrounding woods."
"We will. Let's meet with the rest of the pack first"
The wolves howled in response and bounded off into the forest. The black wolf leaned back, howled and ran into the opposite direction. Running through the forest they were soon joined by the remainder of their pack.
The area near Irina's home was swarmed with soldiers of the Order of the Cross. Patroling her home and watching out for any signs of vampires. Vladimir was there, having been contacted by her after her attack. He was currently speaking to her in her living room, guarded by three officers.
"So they didn't say who sent them?" he asked. She crossed her legs and sighed. "No, they didn't really say much" she answered. Vladimir was about to speak when he paused. He heard a distant howl and then grinned. "Ah sounds like my pack is finally done with them. Come with me" he said gesturing for her to follow. Irina hesitated before finally coming.
The two walked outside to her back yard. Vladimir smirked, gazing straight into the forest. There was another howl, this time longer. Vladimir paused, watching as the trees began swaying and branches snapped. He heard a deep growling as the first of the wolves appeared. A massive behemoth, 11 feet tall, pitch black fur and shining amber colored eyes. The Werewolf gazed at Vladimir, then at Irina and back again. Behind it, the rest of the pack emerged. Irina stared, eyes wide with great fear.
"I recall you said the wolves appeared and saved you. Well you should thank them." Vladimir said watching the wolves spread out from the cover of the forest. The black wolf twitched before shrinking down to size. His lupine snout, pointed ears, massive fangs and black fur began to slowly disappear. The rest of the pack likewise initiated the transformation, reverting back to human appearance.
The black wolf became Michael; the chocolate brown wolf Karl; the dark silver wolf Raul; the gray wolf Robert; the light gray colored and reddish brown mix becoming Sergei and Alex respectively. The tan and black wolf Kathy; the light brown wolf Hiro; the black and silver mix Raven and the brown and black mix Hanya. The pack now stood before Vladimir and Irina, dressed in torn and ripped black pants with the men being shirtless exposing their rippling muscular physiques.
Michael smirked, "All the vampires are dead" he said as Vladimir nodded. "Excellent job guys. Irina is safe and we recieved word that our forces managed to rescue Ms. Klara from harm. She's waiting for us at the agency, let's head back" he said turning to leave as the pack follow.
"Hey hang on! You mean THESE are the Werewolves you control?" Irina shouted as everyone turned back to her. "What? You were expecting that pussy Jacob Black from that epic shit storm Twilight?" Sergei snapped causing Alex and a few others to laugh. Vladimir smirked, "I told you my pack can be trusted to get the job done".
With Irina safe the Order managed to avert total disaster. However, upon returning to their headquarters Vladimir learned of the assassin's duel with Anderson. He wasn't too happy to hear any of the details.
"WHAT? ANDERSON CAME HERE TO RUSSIA?" Vladimir shouted at the top of his lungs. He was sitting in his office, speaking to one of his senior officers. In attendance were Captain Reznov and Michael.
"I'm afraid so sir. Anderson showed just as our forces prepared to bring the assassin in. He killed one of our men and seriously wounded another. We're not sure if he'll make it. They then got into a massive fight, both managing to wound each other pretty bad" he explained. Vladimir was shaking with great fury, his fist clenched tightly on his desk.
"That fucking Maxwell going behind my back. I'm gonna tear him a new asshole for this. The Vatican will pay dearly, this was utterly inexcusable" he spat angrily. Captain Reznov spoke, "We got his cloak as well as blood samples left from the bar. We're running it now through every criminal database" he said. Vladimir managed to calm down a little. The door to his office opened and in walked Klara, looking exceedingly upset.
"Congratulations Mr. Sokolov. You've managed to start such a shitstorm. I've got the President's administration up my ass over this recent incident. They're calling for immediate action to be taken against the Vatican!" she said.
At the mention of 'ass' Captain Reznoz ogled Klara's behind. With a wide grin he said "Well with an ass that wide they'll be up in it for some time" he cracked.
"Shut up you idiot!" Klara snapped covering her behind and blushing furiously. Vladimir glared angrily. "Look, this wasn't my fault. The Iscariot is always up to dirty sneaky tricks. They probably had been planning to use Anderson for some time but just didn't know when to make a move" he said.
Klara frowned, "Oh come on now don't give me that. Look the fact is you were given this task force to bring him in. Now we've got thousands in property damage, one man is dead, another in critical and the assassin escaped yet AGAIN. I'm calling for your immediate removal from the task force. We're going to find someone else to lead it. Obviously you can't handle it" she said. With one final harsh glare she straightened her posture, turned and left the office.
Vladimir sighed, holding his head. "Sorry Boss" Michael said apologetically. Waving his hand he shrugged. "No need to apologize Michael. I guess it just wasn't meant to be. Look on the bright side, we can finally focus on getting to the bottom of who is controlling these vampires" he said. Captain Reznov nodded, "Where's Irina?" he asked. "In one of the offices being briefed" Vladimir answered.
Irina sat at a desk, being briefed by two officers whom asked her about her encounter with the vampires. After twenty minutes they concluded their briefing and were preparing to leave. The door opened and in walked Sergei, Alex, Raul and Karl. "We came to see how you were doing" Raul asked walking over to where she was seated.
"A little shaken still. I've...I've never been faced with danger like that before" she asnwered. Staring at the wolves she sighed. "I didn't even realize what was going on when you guys showed up. So, the stories about Werewolves are true then" Irina said. Karl nodded, "Much of the older legends are true" he replied.
"So, you're all Werewolves" Irina said as a statement more then a question.
They all nodded.
"And is it true Werewolves are as strong as they say?"
They nodded again.
"But wait, there was no full moon out tonight.." Irina said.
"A Werewolf gains more control over their transformation as they age. We've learned to transform our bodies at will, not being tied to the cycle of the moon. But we do still turn on the full moon, not out of necessity though. We are at our most powerful under the full moon" Sergei and Alex explained.
"Your pack...so big. How many of you are there?"
"10. Michael is the alpha, our leader. Karl is the Beta, second in command. Werewolves always form packs. It's the key to our strength. We fight as a single unit. Each wolf strengthening the next. That is the true power of the Werewolf" Raul said.
Irina remained quiet before standing to her feet. "Well that's very...interesting. I never got to say this though but..thank you. All of you. For saving my life" she said smiling gently.
"You're welcome" Alex said flashing her a grin and winking.
Back at Hellsing...
Alucard and Seras were busy tracking down more leads on the Oboro as well as the vampires being fed demon blood. Their search took them to a dipilitated and abandoned old mansion outside of London. Upon entering they found it swarming with Ghouls. As always, Alucard was much happy to destroy 8 or 9 of them.
The vampire fired from his pistols, blowing the heads of three more of the undead fiends before casually reloading. "Honestly this has become rather boring" he complained. He looked down the hall seeing more of the Ghouls approach, moaning and groaning.
From the bottom level, Seras fired from her rifle. Killing more of the Ghouls before stopping to reload. She was busy cocking her rifle when she paused. Concentrating her crimson eyes narrowed before she turned behind and fired at a tall individual. The figure evaded her fire before returning his own.
Seras growled, "Sneaking up on a lady isn't very nice" she said. Standing before her was a man wielding two assault rifles. He had slicked back rusty brown hair and was wearing black sunglasses. He was dressed in a black button down shirt under a long black trench coat, black pants, black boots, and black gloves. The man nodded slightly before cocking his weapons.
"Your little Hellsing group has caused us enough problems. I have been sent to silence you" he replied raising his weapons. Seras raised hers and the two began firing. Seras dove behind a wall, taking cover from his firearms as the man emptied his clips. Seras returned fire, likewise emptying hers.
With their ammunition depleted Seras ran from behind her cover, charged and proceeded to pummel her opponent through the wall sending him crashing through the other end. Seras jumped through the gaping hole ready to face him. However the man was gone. She looked around, not seeing him at all.
"Your power pales in comparison to my own" he said suddenly appearing behind. Raising his right leg he then through a swift axe kick aimed for her head. Seras quickly spun and blocked the kick. With a shout she swept his other leg from under him sending him crashing and rolling to the floor as he brought her fist down. He moved out the way just as her fist smashed through the floor.
The man stood to his feet, smirking. He then disappeared in a quick motion. Seras' eyes widened; his movements became faster and much harder to track.
He sped to her right and effortlessly dodged her fist before flipping over to the other side and knocking her down. He then kicked her hard across the room before speeding around and knocking her to the other side. Seras barely had time to rise to her feet before the man pulled out a large handgun and placed it to her head. Seras narrowed her eyes, the man prepared to fire when two loud gunshots rang in the air. He fell to his feet, his right shoulder having been blown away and bleeding profusely. Seras took his distraction to then roundhouse kick him hard across the face and sending him crashing into a wall on the far side.
"Hahaha! Now THIS is the fight I've been looking forward to all night! Get up! Get up! Don't tell me I've managed to finish you off so easily" Alucard shouted entering and holding the Jackal. Seras turned to him, "Master!" she shouted.
The man stood to his feet slowly. His shoulder, still bleeding heavily slowly began to regenerate. Fixing his glasses he stared at Alucard. "Vampire Alucard. I will be hailed as the one whom shall defeat you" he said lowly. He spread out his arms, concentrating. Blue light began to crackle and spark in his hands. There as pulsing sound before the energy began to shape and form two massive lightning bolts. One in each hand. Alucard whistled as Seras stared.
With two motions he threw the massive bolts at Alucard, piercing his heart and chest as Alucard fell from the impact. Managing to still stand he fired with the Jackal but his opponent was too fast. The man moved in faint after images all around, easily dodging the bullets until Alucard emptied the clip. Charging two more lighting bolts he fired again this time slicing Alucard's head down the middle as blood splurted out and the vampire count fell back in a bloody heap. "Master!" Seras shouted as she charged. The man threw another bolt. Seras summoned her shadow powers as a massive form of darkness engulfed her, the bolt piercing but not managing to do any serious damage as she then faced her opponent again.
Seras and the man intensifed the duel with him wielding a single bolt gripped tightly like a sword. Slashing and hacking at Seras who countered by shielding her right arm in a mass of shadows. The man jumped back and raised both hands charging a massive bolt of lightning above his head which grew in mass. Seras watched as it increased in size and volume; sparks flying everywhere.
"With one move I will send you both to Hell" he said. Alucard's body began pulsing, his head and injuries slowly forming. A smile, very slowly formed on his face before wild cackling laughter filled the room.
End Chapter
Stay tuned. Next chapter Alucard and Seras conclude their battle with the member of LOD. In New York the Nightstalkers begin their hunt for Oboro after the beast's massacre. The trail takes them into the city's underground areas where they find that LOD has plans for a twisted and sickening ritual.
The Order of the Cross deals with the aftermath of the assassin's duel with Anderson. While investigating, Vladimir uncovers information pointing that the vampires are under the control of LOD whom plan to use them towards an unknown goal. Dante finally arrives, lending his aid as they deal with the super powered vampires.
Nero and the Order of the Sword then come under the cross hairs of Enrico Maxwell. Having failed to kill the assassin, Anderson is sent to wipe out the Order under the pretenses of them being heretics to the Vatican.
The forces of darkness are at work as our heroes find themselves involved even deeper into the mysterious plot.
I hope you guys can be patient. Only a few more chapters before a massive free-for-all between most of the main characters. Thanks for reading drop a review and stay tuned!