The three people in the car looked nothing out of the ordinairy. Infact they looked like a small family. It was their destination that was warped and twisted. The once bustling with life city had now been transformed into a haven for the undead. Anderson drove twards the center of the city. He wanted to get as close to the zepolin (hindenburg II) as possible. When Anderson judged he was close enough he stopped and stepped out of the car. Then a burst of light broke out behind him. All three of the party whipped around to gaze at the briliant light. It was some form of flare in the shape of an angel. Anderson spotted a helicopter carrying what looked like the pope-mobile.
"Wha in tha blood-soaked prodistant hell?"
"I was going to ask the same thing Father Anderson."
Integra didn't even look at Anderson when she spoke. Seras didn't say a thing. She only looped her arm through Anderson's. A voice spoke over the intercom mounted on the inside of the car. It was Maxwell's.
"So you betrayed us. Maxwell."
Anderson stepped up behind Integra.
"We shouldn't be hard on ourselves for letting it happen. In fact double-crossing should be comemorated in war. But this is different. Ah danne like it! Your a drunk fool Enrico. Drunk on attention and power. ... Yee bloody fool!"
More and more helicopters started to spill into the city through the veil of ash that coated the skies. They started to drop in warriors that looked like they belonged to the KKK. Anderson would have doubled over laughing at their rediculios outfits if the situation had been any lighter. But it wasn't so he wasn't. Then a dark and familiar aura touched the hearts of all thoes presant. Every head in England snapped to one direction.
"That man! My master arrives!"
"Heh heh heh. Tha is jus' perfect! The plauge, the prince of darkness comes!"
Integra only smirked as her servant drew near. Anderson and Seras watched in delight as a fog started to roll under London Bridge. A desicrated carrier ship emerged from the gloom. Anderson chuckled when he heard Enrico flipping out in his mini truck. Anderson watched the little figure of Alucard dash off the hull of the ship and off the roofs of a few homes. The figure floated in mid-air for a moment until it came to a rest smack-dab right in the middle of both armies. Anderson teleported to the area with his bible. He saw a little green figure drop from the Deus Ex Machina and hit the ground with some force. Both the priest and the figure in green strode over to the vampire. They were inches from eachother. A dull memory lit up in the back of Anderson's brain as he glared at the vampire. Anderson quickly brushed it away.
"Master! My master Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing! Order! Give me an order!"
"Nothing has changed my servant! All obstacles are to be crushed underfoot and reduced to ash! Search and Destroy! SEARCH AND DESTROY! Reduce control art restriction system to level zero! Strike!"
"Under stood my master."
Alucard breathed in deeply. Absorbing the scent and essince of the carnage and the battlefield itself.
"The bird of hermes is my name! Eating my wings--!"
Anderson wouldn't alow Alucard to say any more. Anderson stabbed Alucard several times over. The man in the green great-coat and cap spurred to life. He flipped around and delivered a devistating round-house kick to Alucard's head. The soilders took the idea and started to discharge their weapons on Alucard. Funny isn't it? Holy men and Nazis working together to stop just one man. One man who could kill them all without any regret nor a moments hesitation. Anderson and the Nazi in the coat retreated and dashed up the sides of a pair of buildings.
"Everyone here can feel it! This dreadful feeling. If this monster isn't defeated soon, we will all die!"
"-- to make me tame."
With thoes bairly audable words shadow-matter spread out consuming the frontlines. Ghouls, vampires, people, and even soilders rose from the dark mush. There were hundrets then thousands then millions! The sea of death reached high into the night sky. Enrico looked down at the scene in horror. Did he pick the wrong fight? Suddently the name Alucard made sence. It flashed through his fear-filled brain in reverse.
"Monster! Devil! Drac- Dracula!!!"
Alucard rose from the sea of death in full armor. His original, human form. Vlad Dracul III. Vlad the Impaler. Vladicard's familiars made short work of the living and the undead near his master and fledgeling. The veteran warrior strode over to the two and he knelt down on one knee before integra.
"Welcome home count."
"I'm home countess."
Anderson saw something hit Maxwell's chopper and the car hit the ground. The protective glass did not shatter. Maxwell rose steadily. Blood was pouring from the crown of his head. Familiars swarmed the car and tapped the glass. Maxwell looked like a zoo exibit swarmed by curious children.
"Ha! You stupid monsters! This is renforced plexi-glass! You can't hope to break this in a million years!"
Anderson had to stop this tyrant. He tossed a bayonet at the car. The blade embeded itself into the glass milimeters away from Maxwell's face.
"Wha!? Anderson!?!?! Save me! Anderson! Teacher! Teacher!"
Anderson made no move to help. He stood and watched and familiars swarmed and impaled Maxwell. Once the familiars left Anderson closed the eyes of the lifeless corpse and walked a few feet away. He pulled out an ear-piece.
"This is father Anderson. If yee wish tae join me then do so. Ah will go after Alucard. This is mah chance. Pergatory is full say join me in tha charge tae hell."
Anderson didn't wait for a responce. He crushed the gadget in the palm of his hand and teleported away with his bible.
"W-welcome back masta'!"
Seras popped up out of nowhere. Alucard's face was blank.
"You have a moustache. Here."
Seras pointed to her own lip as if she had one. Vladicard rose and reached out. Seras finched not expecting anything good. The hand patted Seras' head and ruffled her hair.
"Seras. Seras Victoria."
Seras looked up and for once Alucard's face was full of joy and pride. Seras smiled and stood up straighter. The tender moment was broken by an angry battle cry from .. Above!? Anderson dove down and attacked Vladicard. Vladicard countered with his own blade. Anderson landed and scawled.
"This is just perfect! My arch-nemesis! Come and show me divine punishment! Come pierce the entrails of this heart and end this dream! Just like 500 years ago. Just like 100 years ago!"
"Yee danne need tae tell me twice! We are the divine instraments o' God! AMEN!"
Anderson dashed forward and a small blue aura appeared infront of him. It read 'Jesus Christ is in heaven now' and 'Speak with the dead'. The aura charged Anderson's blade consuming it in blue fire. Anderson and Vladicard's blades clashed and fire and sparks flew. There was a shallow cut just below Vladicard's right eye, but that was it. Anderson's strongets attack was shrugged off like it was nothing! Anderson jumped back a few feet. He was Vladicard now! No guns! Long range fighting could win this! Anderson tossed a handful of blades. All were shot down. A bullet slammed into Anderson's hand shattering the blade it held. Guns! the tips of Jackel and Cassul apeared out of the mess of Vladicard's cape. That was shrugged away as a new and familiar form replaced Vladicard's.
"13 mm explosive bullets, casings, macedonian steel, tips, merqury. Jackal! Its perfection Walter!"
Anderson dashed forward again clutching two blades. Alucard fired a few shots from the Cassul. Anderson blocked all shots. Alucard fired one round from the Jackal. The bullet punched through Anderson's left hand, shattering the blade, and clipped his arm where it exploded nearly taking the limb clean off. Anderson did not stop despite the massive pain. He only continued to slash at Alucard. Anderson found he only hit familiars. Alucard himself dashed back and landed on a pile of rubble surrounded by the mindless creatures.
"What's wrong christian? Your monster is right here! Fight through all that I am and pierce my heart with thoes blessed blades of yours! You are just like thoes men 100 years ago!"
Anderson bit down on his almost dead arm, lifting it. He handed it a blade which he weakly grasped and pulled out another. He dashed forward hacking and slashing. His movement only stopped when he got to the horsemen. They charged him at a blinding speed. Gunshots rang out. The horses fell to the ground. Anderson's head whipped around.
"Ve are Gott's earthly agents of divine punishment. Maxvell ist dead und zat makes you ze temporairy leader off Iscariot fazer Anderson. Ve off Iscariot vill follow you to ze very bowls off Hell."
Anderson smiled. Perhaps he could pull this off afterall. Henikel and the rest of Iscariot were stupid enough to throw their lives away? So be it! It would be for a good cause. Iscariot swarmed the familiars and created an opening for anderson. He jumped through a cloud of smoke and landed before Alucard.
"Ahahahaha! Well done Iscariot! Just what I would expect from you! From the great Alexander Anderson!"
Anderson reached into his coat and pulled out a slender box labeled 'Section XIII Iscariot'.
"Is that your trump card priest?"
"Aye. Yee aren't tae only un carrying a weapon of mass destruction."
Anderson crushed the box with his hand and held the contents. Alucard's sadistic smile fell immediatly. Anderson took that as a good sign.
"Wha are yee talking about?"
"Look in your hand priest."
Anderson glanced in his hand. He was holding a bag of skittles! Anderson blushed and tossed the bag behind him. Alucard reached out.
"No! Damn I wanted thoes!"
Anderson rummaged around in his coat till he found the RIGHT box. He broke that one and held a glowing blue nail.
"The nail of Helena!?! Do you intend to turn yourself into a monster of God! Don't become like me human! Don't become a monster like me. To become a monster is to admit you are too weak to go on being human. It takes a man to kill a monster. If you become a monster you cannot kill me."
Anderson fliped the nail around and fell to his knees.
Both Anderson and Alucard looked at the speaker. It was Seras.
"Why do you two have to fight? You both fight for the same cause. Punishing the wicked. Why does Hellsing and Iscariot have to fight?"
"He is pure evil. He must be destroyed."
"Alex. You killed off most of his familiars, severing his connection to the past. Don't you believe in forgivness? Didn't you save me?"
Anderson lowered the nail. He hated the fact she used the weapons logic and reason.
"Perhaps she has a point Alucard."
Alucard also looked down. The moment was lost. He no longer felt hatred twards his rival. He had lost his reason to fight.
"I don't like it when you two fight. Master is like a father to me and you Alex..."
Seras couldn't complete the sentance. She only blushed madly. Anderson left the arena and grabbed Seras in a hug. She hugged back. Alucard sat down on the pile of rubble. No hate, no nothing to work with. Even his familiars settled down.
Up in the Deus Ex Machina Herr Major tapped his fingers repeatedly against the arm of his chair. For once the war HE had fabricated and engeneered had left the palm of his hand. For once in his deranged life Herr Major wasn't smiling or grinning.
"Captain Hans Gunsche of Letze Batalion. Release Dark Valter!"
Hans turned and left.
"Zat b*tch. She vas unexpected. She must be destroyed along vith her master und zat damn priest!"
Soon a figure dropped from the Deus Ex Machina and hit the ground. It was ready for a fight 55 years in the making!
you don't know Murphy. look he was an engenire who made some really important rules for making things saver of one which is the most known "Everithyng that can go wrong, can and will go wrong." look him up on google
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