Hallowed Be Thy Name (Hellsing fic)

[CountAlucard]

This is a Hellsing fanfic that I wrote a long time ago. Hopefully someone likes it but it's kinda dark so.... be warned. Anyway with out further delay:

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing by Kohta Hirano nor do I own the song “Hallowed Be Thy Name” by Iron Maiden.


Chapter 1: Welcome to London

“Noooo”, the helpless screams echoed through the Paris streets. The girl screamed again as she saw her father’s carcass lay in front of her, blood dripping from where his eyeballs had been, her eyes trailed up to her father’s killer as he held another man by the throat. A twisted smile spread across its face, its eyes gleamed crimson. The creature brought the flailing man close to him before sinking his fangs into his throat. The warm red liquid poured down the creatures’ throat and it relished in every moment of its preys demise.

“Delicious” it said in a low voice. “That was truly enjoyable”, it spoke again, as its powerful gaze locked onto the girl. She stood there, paralyzed with fear. It took a single step towards her, blood smeared across his face. She ran leaving as fast as she could, hoping to reach the police or anything before it could catch her, she glanced back and saw that it hadn’t caught up yet, her years of doing track & field paid off. She just hoped her legs wouldn’t give out, the main street was right in sight. “Come on, just a little bit further” she urged herself on, she was going to make it. Yes the street was right there all she had to do was get to it.

Suddenly her vision blurred and her head hurt, she collapsed to the ground and looked up. Seeing crimson, before darkness.

-

When she awoke again all she could think about was the pain in her head, then the memories came flooding back, the murder of her father and that other man, their murderer with his blood red eyes and sadistic smile, and then…Nothing. She suddenly realized she wasn’t lying in the street, she was bound to a chair with chains with no one else to be seen. “H hello?” “Is anyone there?” she called but no answer came. Where am I? She thought, after sitting still for a while, her steady breathing the only thing she could hear, she looked down for the first time to inspect the chains. ‘Maybe I can squeeze out of them.’ “I wouldn’t try that” came a voice from the shadows, her captor stepped out from the dark corners of the room. For the first time she got a good look at him, he was tall, over 6 feet she thought and lean. His hair was as black as the room and his skin was pale. He wore black jeans and a plain black shirt, the sleeves long, clinging to his skinny arms. His mouth was home to a set of razor sharp canines and his eyes burned with hatred, though the rest of his face didn’t show it.

“Who are you? And where the hell am I?” she yelled, managing to summon up enough courage to hide her fear. But as he looked into her eyes her strength left her. He did not reply but took several steps toward her until he was right in front of her. He grabbed her hair in his fist and smiled as she winced at the pain but forced herself not to cry. His other hand found its way to her shirt, “a virgin? I don’t want a fledging” he said, his smile grew and a feral growl escaped his lips as he undid the top button of her blouse.

-

Anderson stood in the dark alley, the rain soaking his grey trench coat and washing away the bloody scene before him. His piercing green eyes scanned the scene from behind his glasses. He turned away and set off in the direction the blood led. He saw that the blood trailed to the back entrance of a warehouse, only a few metres down street. The vampire had not gotten far, and Anderson was determined to let it go no further. His gloved hands reached out to a handle, he grasped it and pulled. “Locked” he said, and took a few steps back. His foot shot out and the door came crashing down, the Priest ran inside and retrieved two long silver blades from his coat, these blades have been blessed by the Pope himself and will make quick work of this vile creature.

No vampire in sight, nothing at all. Anderson was about to leave thinking the vampire was long gone, until he heard the familiar moans of a ghoul “What pour soul has this vampire turned?” he said in a voice filled with sorrow as the ghoul stepped into the light. It was a girl, still in her youth. Anderson ran towards it and with a single slash of his blade he severed its head, the body turning to dust. The vampire must have defiled this poor child for her to become a ghoul, Anderson thought, his eyes widened and an angry growl built in his chest. “Show yourself you wretched beast, and I shall cut ye down in the name of God” but no reply came, Anderson continued to explore the warehouse hoping to find some clue as to where it was. His searched revealed the chair to which the girl was chained, and more corpses in other parts of the building, the vampire must have been using this place to bring back its prey. Anderson’s search ended back at the body of the girl, he looked down and noticed something he hadn’t realized before. A single train ticket to London onboard the Euro-Star buried in the ash that was once a young child. But the older man who he’d assumed was her father didn’t have one. It wasn’t the best of leads but it was all he had to go on, he pocketed the ticket and headed for the station.

-

“Dammit” Anderson swore, he’d arrived only a few minutes too late and the train had already departed for London. Anderson quickly made his way through the crowd of business men and tourists to the information booth. “When’s the next train departing” the Scot asked the girl, “very shortly father, another train should be departing in 10 minutes” she said with a courteous smile on her face, “thank you, god be with you child” he kissed the silver cross that hung from his neck, turned and headed back through the crowd, smiling at people as he brooded over his situation. The Freak will only have a 10 minute start, if I can get to him before he leaves the station perhaps I can end this before Hellsing gets involved he thought. He continued to think, barely even noticing the small boy beside him. “Mr.” the child asked “have you seen my mommy?” The Priest sighed inside, I don’t have time for this, he looked down at the child, “…. Lets see if we can find her” The child smiled and the two went to go look

-

“Are you certain?” “Very well, I’ll have it dealt with immediately” Integra finished talking and hung up the phone, “Walter” she called out and the old butler quickly walked in, his monocle glowing in the dim light. “Yes Sir Integra?” Walter said as he stood in front of her desk, “I have just received word that a surviving Freak vampire will be arriving in London shortly” She spoke in her calm and commanding voice, “I want you to gather Seras and the Wild Geese”, “I’m afraid both Seras and Alucard are out hunting another vampire, they wont be back in time” Walter paused and waited for Integra to speak. Finding her lighter she quickly pulled out a cigar, “very well” she lit it, inhaling deeply before puffing out a wisp of smoke, “Inform General Bowne that he is to prep the Wild Geese”. With a nod Walter turned and walked out, heading down to meet Fargasson’s replacement.

After being informed of the situation by Walter, General Bowne quickly prepped his troops and sent them off to the station. The trains had been stopped and there was no way for the vampire to make his way through the Chunnel back to France, it was either it waited for them in there or it went to face them. Only a few moments after arriving a blockade was set up, “alright you men” Bowne said as he pointed out eight men “head into the Chunnel and flush him out, the rest of you prepare to take it out the second the Freak is in sight”. The men quickly followed his orders and Bowne stepped behind the blockade, pistol in hand.

-

****ing humans, the Freak thought as he stood in the subway car. After he had gotten on the train he felt hungry and bored, so he decided to have a little fun before reaching London, the slaughter was excellent and the blood magnificent. “Poor fools” he said with a fanged smile while he looked at the bodies, drained of their blood they lay there scattered over seats and on the floor. But now Hellsing was here to stop him, he was sure it was them. Just then something caught his attention, lights in front of the train, he ripped open the steel door to the train and leaped onto the ground. While kneeling beside the tracks he listened, the sound of their feet crunching gravel, the sound was getting closer.

The men pointed their flashlights at the train, the driver bent forward over the windshield, his head on the ground. The rest of the train was black and their flashlights barely illuminated the impenetrable darkness around them, one of them took a single step forward, with his rifle at the ready he motioned for the others to move in. They split up into two groups, four of the soldiers checked outside the train while the other four went in. A gruesome sight met the men inside as they saw the bodies’ men, woman, and children everywhere, the terrifying moans that came from them as they turned into ghouls. The men hesitated for only a moment before spraying the area with bullets, flesh and bone flew through the air under the relentless hail of automatic weapon’s fire and the ghouls fell to the floor.


I have to cut it short, it's too long. I'll update if people like it.

[masterbeef66]

Nice I liked it, But it is pretty big but I was to see the rest

[CountAlucard]

Thanks, yeah it it kinda long. Each chapter is 3 or 4 pages.

Part 2 of chapter 1.


“What was that?” one of the Wild Geese said, “what are you talking about?” another asked, more concerned about the gun fire from inside the train. “I though I heard som-” but the man never finished his sentence before the freak was on him, “die Hellsing trash!” the Freak yelled as he tore a rail spike into the mans chest, the spike broke his ribs before ripping through his heart. The man cried out in agony and blood spewed from his mouth before he died. The explosive sounds of gunfire followed as the soldiers emptied their magazines, but he was too fast, a blur that moved to the right then forward right in front of one of the men, his vertebra was snapped in two and he was thrown to train. “**** this” a soldier yelled dropping his gun and running, “wait where are you going?” the other yelled before a hand tore through his chest, blood trickled down from his mouth and his heart was held in front of him, the Freak ripped it back out and held it before him, then devoured it.

Meanwhile inside the other men had their hands full, there were too many ghouls and one man had already been overpowered, a second lay bleeding to death on the ground after a ghoul had shot him. The two men stood there trying to hold off the wave of undead when the clips ran dry, “die bastards!” one yelled as he pulled the pin on his grenade, the train exploded and both men were killed, a large shard of metal flew threw the air and cut down the running soldier. Turning towards the opening, the Freak lead his remaining ghouls to London.

-

“What happened?!” Integra yelled at the man standing in front of her. General Bowne was a tall man and had a similar appearance to deceased Captain Gareth “Bowne, when I hired you, I did assuming that you could handle any situation that would come with the job!” “Yes Sir” was all Bowne could manage to say, his green eyes could not bear to lock on to her cold blue ones. Walter stepped forward breaking the silence “80% casualties have been suffered, and the Freak was unharmed” Bowne glared at Walter before Integra snapped his attention back to her.

Her voice lowered but still concealed the same disproval and rage it had before, “go over it again, why did you call the retreat?” she adjusted the cross pendant on her neck and lit a cigar. “The Freak proved to be too strong an opponent, he was more like a true Vampire. His speed and strength were more than that of an ordinary Freak” He let out a sigh before jumping at the voice coming from behind him. “This Freak is nothing more than scum, just like the others” Alucard said with a mocking tone as he stepped into the room. Integra looked at the Nosferatu, his eyes were a deep crimson but were hidden behind a pair of wire framed glasses, his skin was pale and he towered over everyone in the room, a long red trench coat hung off his form and a floppy red hat sat on his head. “Alucard, go and silence this Freak”. “Of course Master” he said before disappearing into the shadows from which he came.

-

Anderson stepped off the train to inspect the wreckage that slowed his advance to London, the middle car had been torn to shreds during the previous skirmish and shards of metal and bodies were spread out over the ground. “Bless these poor souls Father” Anderson said a silent prayer continued towards the opening, where he was sure he’d come across more soldiers who had met a similar fate.

He stepped into the opening where the Wild Geese blockade had been, the cool brisk wind blew through his short blonde hair, and brought the stench of death to his nostrils. Few ghouls remained, all dressed in Hellsing uniforms and the Freak was no where to be seen. Anderson put four blades in one hand, “Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust” he said before throwing the four bayonets and turning four ghouls into ashes and dust. Pulling out to longer blades with hand guards, he charged at the ghouls, hacking and slashing until only one remained. He stood for a few moments and readied himself to send the last of the poor souls to eternal rest, until a shot rang through the darkness and the ghouls head exploded. “Well well, who do we have here? Judas Iscariot!”

[fireflie]

I like it. Your fan fic is what made me watch the Hellsing series in the first place.

[CountAlucard]

lol thanks, I'm glad you like it.


Chapter 2: Old Rivalries Die Hard

Anderson quickly threw two blades in the direction of the voice and jumped to his right scarcely dodging the Jackal’s rounds as they smashed into the ground where he had been standing. Paper began to fly all over the street and knives flew from nowhere pinning them to walls, cars and anything else around the two. “I’ll send you to hell Father!” Alucard said before lunging at him, guns in hand. Blades and bullets clashed as the two engaged in close combat, Alucard fired the Casull into Anderson’s chest ripping his rib cage and lungs to shreds just as one of Anderson’s bayonets hacked off Alucard’s left hand. The Jackal fell to the ground and the two quickly regenerated, Alucard ripped his hand through Anderson’s chest, blood pouring down his arm. Blades poised Anderson prepared to lop the vampires head off but before he could swing Alucard jumped back, the tip of the blade cutting his chin.

Grabbing the Jackal Alucard regained his balance and reloaded the .454 in his other hand and took aim. The gapping hole in Anderson’s torso quickly healed up but was replaced by several smaller holes as round after round was fired from the Casull. Using his two bayonets Anderson deflected the final round and charged full force at Alucard. Alucard quickly thrust the Jackal into Anderson’s mouth breaking his teeth and sending a few of them down his throat. Bloody teeth fell to the ground and the Priest quickly ripped his arm up to Alucard’s jaw tearing a single blade through to the top of his head. The two separated and stood facing each other, allowing their wounds to heal. “That’s enough, Alucard” the voice of his master came from off to his right. Anderson kept his blade at the ready but didn’t attack, he just stood there knowing that Integra was going to have questions about this.

Integra stood between the two foes, sword in hand. She looked towards Anderson “What are you doing here Paladin Alexander. This country is outside Vatican jurisdiction,” “I was sent by Archbishop Ezio, head of Section IIIX Iscariot, to hunt down a new type of Freak.” “What do you mean “new kind” of Freak?” Integra inquired. “This Freak is a more advanced version of Millennium’s Freak chip, they are just as fast and as strong as before but seem to be able to use small amounts of black magic,” “are you saying a mere freak can have power even remotely akin to that of a true vampire?” Alucard snarled. “That’s exactly what I’m saying demon!” Anderson replied viciously, “that’s enough you two” Integra stepped in. Lights began to shine down on them and the sound of helicopters filled the sky. “We’ll discuss this more thoroughly in my office.” Hellsing soldiers began to arrive and Walter and Seras stepped off of one of the helicopters to greet Integra. No one noticed a single man dressed in a soutane as he quietly left the scene.

-

Walter and Seras entered Integra’s office first, followed closely by Integra, Bowne and Anderson. Alucard came down from the ceiling and landed in front of the only picture in the office. Integra sat down behind her desk and cleaned her glasses before a pale, blonde haired girl stepped forward. She was dressed in a yellowish uniform with a miniskirt and her eyes were the colour of blood. The girl put a file on her desk, “my report Sir” Seras Victoria said. Integra picked up the file and quickly scanned it, she placed it back down on her desk. She sighed “okay Anderson, tell me exactly why you decided to enter my country to hunt a potentially dangerous vampire with out even informing us!” Integra yelled at the Paladin who stood before her, if the Vatican had told her, those soldiers might still be alive. Anderson looked her in the eye “Archbishop Ezio ordered me to hunt it down regardless of where it went.”

Integra just stared back “Ezio? Maxwell’s replacement?” she had heard Anderson didn’t get the job and some newly appointed Archbishop from Rome had been given the job and had fired Father Renaldo, replacing him with a cold, ambitious young man named Vincent. Anderson simply nodded his reply and everyone fell silent, it was General Bowne who spoke first. “In any case, you are still outside of your jurisdiction” he had never liked Iscariot or the Vatican for that matter. Anderson just gave him a hard look but did not respond, he returned his gaze back to Integra “Ezio is paranoid about me taking over his job as leader of Iscariot. This is the first assignment I’ve been on in months and possibly the last”. Alucard smirked but said nothing, he was thinking about the freak. If what the Priest said was true then maybe he would have a challenge, since Millennium there was no Vampire out there strong enough to give him a good fight but this one might.

“Sir Integra?” Anderson spoke, Integra looked up from the file Bowne had given her earlier and the one their spy in Iscariot had given them. “I wish to stay in London and continue to hunt this vampire” Everyone looked at him in surprise and Bowne was about to speak up against this but a hand from Alucard gripped onto his shoulder signaling him not to. Anderson continued “I have detailed information about what this Freak is capable of, I also notice that you’re in need of help,” Integra just stared, contemplating Father Anderson’s request. She originally had planned to have him sent back to the Vatican… but he was right, they were short handed and didn’t have any knowledge about this Freak. “Very well Anderson, in exchange for your information you may stay here and join us in hunting this vampire” “Thank you Sir” He said.

All of them knowing that the meeting was over began to leave with the exception of Alucard, “Paladin Alexander Anderson working for Hellsing. Are you certain this is what you want to do Master?” “Yes Alucard, Father Anderson will be of use to us not only in dealing with this Freak but also in dealing with the Vatican” there was a long silence as both of them thought about everything that was happening, “Alucard, I don’t want any trouble between you and Anderson. Understood?” Alucard began to vanish into the wall “very well, Master” his voice echoed through the room.

-

Ezio sat behind his large marble desk in Iscariot headquarters, his long blonde hair draped down his back. Ezio was a skinny man with a tan from living in Rome all his life. Sunlight poured into the room as the city was just waking up, Ezio had been up for hours combing meticulously through reports on everything intelligence, research, the budget. He had been up all night reading, a cup of black coffee sat on his desk and it had long gone cold. He was dead tired and had to meet the Pope later on in the day, he stood up and let out a yawn intending to go to bed until something had caught his eye. An intelligence report on Hellsing, Ezio grabbed it and began to read. The folder was dropped to the desk just as Father Vincent entered the office, Vincent was a tall, pale man with long black hair. His black trench coat billowed behind him as he walked revealing throwing knives and other blades that were concealed under his coat. The Archbishop stood there not acknowledging the presence of his bodyguard, just staring out the window with his blue eyes filled with rage.

Vincent did not move or speak while waiting for Ezio to speak to him, “Father Vincent I have just received some very disturbing news” he said, his tone cold and void of all emotion. “It seems that Father Anderson has indeed betrayed us and has lent his services too Integra Hellsing” He turned to look at Vincent who had a scowl on his face. “You know what to do” Vincent simply nodded and left the room.

-

Father Vincent arrived in Ireland the next day, it was raining and the sky was grey. But Vincent hadn’t come to enjoy the scenery so it didn’t matter, he was here to find Section IIIX latest regenerator, Father Daniel Wischard. Daniel was dressed in a soutane, had short brown hair and blue eyes. He was standing on a dock when Vincent came up behind him. “Father Wischard” Vincent handed the man two folders and then left without another word. Daniel looked at folders, one contained a CD-rom while other contained his target. At the top of the folder were the words “Anderson, Alexander.”

“Anderson huh?” He thought aloud, this wasn’t going to be an easy mission. The regenerator looked up across the water, a boat was coming in, his ride to Britain.

[legoman]

i love it 8/10 i give it

[CountAlucard]

Thanks to everyone who replied, here's the second part of chap 2:



Blood flowed down the streets and into the sewer, it was a river of blood that came from the chaotic scene. Embers rose and smoke rose from cars and glass from shattered windows covered the ground. Bodies drained of blood stumbled through the flames, killing those who were still alive. A maniacal laugh bellowed through the dark alley ways followed by ear piercing screams.

The Freak was hunched overtop of the lifeless body of ten year old boy, the child’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull as the vampires powerful jaws clamped down on the boy’s neck. The dark red liquid that had once been pumping through the kid’s veins ran down the vampire’s throat as it hungrily lapped it up. The vampire let go and let the body hit the ground, blood covered his lips and his demonic eyes shown with bloodlust, it hadn’t had a meal or any fun since the Hellsing soldiers. The body of the vampire’s latest victim suddenly stirred and it rose to its feet, the child’s skin had become greyish and his eyes were void of any emotion or thought. As the corpse began to began to walk away, looking for people to devour in its constant search, a blade tore through the ghouls chest protruding out its back.

Turning around quickly to see where the blade came from the Freak vampire spotted two figures standing in the shadows, they were both tall and wore long trench coats. The one in red step forward, two over sized pistols in his gloved hands, while the other one dressed in grey reached into his coat and pulled out a long silver blade and stepped forward as well. “Who are you?” the vampire asked, the one in red was clearly a vampire while the grey one was dressed as a Catholic Priest. “In the name of god, I shall banish ye to the next world” The Priest said in a calm manner before charging at the vampire. ‘A human, trying to attack me? Ha!’ The vampire thought, ‘I will tear him to pieces.’ With un-natural speed the Priest ran towards the vampire, eyes blazing with a psychotic rage as he prepared to thrust his blade into the offending creatures heart, the vampire leaped into the air only to have a single shot from the vampire wearing red blow a hole through his right lung, spewing blood and shards of bone from the large hole in his back as exited.

Smoke billowed from the Casull, Alucard lowered it and looked at the vampire with a puzzled look on his face. That was a silver explosive round… how did he survive? The vampire fell back to the ground only to have his left arm hacked off by the Priest with a single deft swipe. With his right hand he covered the hole in his chest, as if by putting his hand over it he’d be okay. He was in trouble he realized, whoever the two were they were strong and he was out numbered and out matched, quickly he called his ghouls to his aid. They came together and formed and impenetrable undead wall in between the vampire and his attackers. With this undead shield blocking their path, the Freak made a run for it and bolted in the opposite direction.

Alucard turned to Anderson “You let him escape” he snarled. “You’re the one who let him get away” The Priest countered back “Why didn’t you kill him with that bullet?” Alucard didn’t respond as he wondered that himself, perhaps this was a new breed of Freak and Bowne was right when he was ranting about its power? But there was no time to sit around thinking over this vampire’s capabilities, they needed to go after him before he got away. With blinding speed Alucard ran into the undead sea ripping his hands through every ghoul in his wake, Anderson quickly followed hacking his on path through them. In a matter of seconds they had brutally torn there way though the wall and were following in suit of the Freak, leaving enough ghouls behind for Seras and her Wild Geese to clean up.

-

Daniel walked down the dark alleys of the London warehouse district. He had arrived in London seven hours prior and had just finished reading his assignment, he knew the details of what the Freak was capable of and of what Anderson and the Hellsing family’s pet vampire could do. “Disgusting” he said aloud “using a filthy vampire to hunt its own kind” he continued to make his way through the alleys coming across a single ghoul who he immediately cut down. He was close, he could somehow tell that the vampire was getting closer, as if he could sense its presence. As luck would have it, he was right. The Freak ran right in front of the alley and into the door of a run down warehouse. “Dumb luck” he whispered as he followed, carelessly leaving the door open behind him.

-

Inside the warehouse Daniel slowly followed the Freak. The warehouse was large and grey, several low hanging dim lights provided the only light in the place and there was a catwalk suspended overhead. Daniel reached into his pocket and pulled out a rosary, he said a few “Hail Mary’s” before he quietly slipped it back into his pocket. His hand immediately went to his back where his weapons were, just then the Freak turned his head to see who had followed him. Almost the exact second the vampires eyes locked onto Daniel he pulled out two Roman short swords that were concealed in his soutane, the vampire’s response was raising its fists, readying itself for when Daniel charged.

Daniel ran towards the Freak with his swords aiming towards its chest, the vampire simply did the same thing he did to the other Priest. It jumped ten feet into the air and landed down behind Daniel, grabbing his wrist he twisted it behind the Fathers back forcing him to drop the sword. With his other hand he slashed frantically behind him tying to hit the Freak, but it easily dodged his swinging blade and continued to hold onto the Priest’s wrist. Then with one quick movement Daniel’s wrist snapped and the Freak released it sending him hurtling to the floor. “Pathetic” the vampire said in a disgusted voice, it slowly approached the Paladin and he tried to stand. The vampire gave him a quick kick in the ribs, breaking two of them and sending him flying into a wall.

A few centimeters off to the Vampires right was a small jagged piece of metal, its razor edge gleamed in the orangey glow from the light bulbs that hung over head. It was time he found out just who this human was he thought, delighted to have lost those other two or they might have interrupted him while he found out just what was going on. But just as the Freak knelt down to pick up his new torture device a bullet raced over his head a collided into the wall just about where the Priest lay injured on the floor. ‘Damn!’ The Freak thought, those two had found him. Alucard eyed the man on the floor with great interest a noted that he was a Priest, “friend of yours?” he asked Anderson. Anderson didn’t answer him, he just stared at Father Daniel. The Freak grabbed the hunk of metal of the ground and threw it at Alucard who simply leaned his head to one side, the shard flew harmlessly past him and imbedded itself into the door from which they had entered. This drew Anderson back to reality and he quickly moved his blades into the form of a cross at his side, papers and knives flew everywhere and pinned themselves to every wall. But it was too late, the Freak disappeared into a flurry of bats and flew out the window leaving everyone else stunned and Alucard furious. How could a mere Freak have that power!? He thought.

Anderson walked over to where Daniel had pulled himself into a sitting position against the wall. He kicked his two swords away from him, behind him Alucard was starting towards them, his guns trained on Daniel incase he tried to run. Daniel may have been a regenerator but obviously he wasn’t nearly as advanced as Anderson, his broken bones had healed but his bruises and cuts hadn’t. Alucard kept the Jackal aimed at the Priest while his Casull was pointed at the window incase the Freak decided to come back for a rematch, although that was unlikely. “What do we do with him?” Anderson said to no one in particular, he was wondering what Daniel had been doing here. “Either we kill him or we take him back to the Hellsing mansion” Alucard said in reply, he looked at Anderson who nodded in return. They both grabbed Daniel by his arms and hoisted him up, then the escorted him back to where Seras and the Hellsing soldiers were, where the Freak had attacked earlier.

[aznangel]

omg this is so long! i've only read the first part but it's amazing! i wish i could finish it now but i'm hungry... anyways good job!

[CountAlucard]

Chapter 3: Ezio's suspicions revealed

Integra looked up from her work when there was a knock on her door “Come in” she commanded and the two large doors flung open to reveal an angry Catholic Priest, flanked on both sides by a Nosferatu and another Catholic Priest. Seras Victoria was walking in behind them, blocking off any chance of escape. Integra raised an eyebrow in confusion, she’d expected them to come back with news of the Freaks death, not a Priest. “Who is this Alucard?” Integra asked, knocking a strand of long blonde hair from her eyes. Alucard gave the unnamed Priest a hard shove “This Master is a Vatican Paladin, he tried to challenge the Freak but was beaten. He appears to be a regenerator.” Anderson looked like he was about to say something, but though better about it and kept quiet. Daniel gave Anderson an angry stare and the returned his gaze to Integra “who are you? And what are you doing here?” She asked “I do not answer to you English Sow” Daniel spat back. Alucard growled in response to Daniel comments and pulled the Jackal out of his coat and pointed it at Daniel’s head, his teeth bared and his eyes gleaming red. “You better answer my Master Priest!” Alucard snarled at him, Seras gave them a nervous look. She hasn’t seen her Master this angry in awhile.

Anderson glared at Alucard preparing to stop him if he fired and Integra just sat there calmly. Daniel gulped, but remained silent. Bold little bastard, fine if threats wont work then maybe torture will Alucard thought. “Anderson?” Anderson looked away from Daniel to acknowledge Integra. “Do you know who he is?” there was a pause as Anderson contemplated whether or not he should tell them, but if Daniel had been sent here that means Ezio already thinks he’s a traitor. “Yes, I know him” Anderson finally spoke “He is my replacement” Everyone just looked at Anderson, obviously stunned that the Vatican would replace their greatest assassin with such a inexperienced one. “I should explain” Anderson said, “after Enricho Maxwell’s death and Ezio’s promotion things began to change at Iscariot. Ezio became paranoid and believed that he needed to cleanse Iscariot of anyone he couldn’t trust, Father Renaldo was replaced by Vincent. Originally I wasn’t going to be replaced, although Ezio was worried I would replace him, because of my skills and regenerative abilities I was an invaluable asset to Section IIIX, but when I discovered someone was “misplacing” Iscariot’s funds he grew even more paranoid and immediately had me replaced with this man, Father Daniel Wischard.” Anderson stopped for a moment to let this sink in, “TRAITOR!” Daniel yelled at Anderson. “How dare you give that information to these Protestants and their pet vampires?!” Alucard quickly grasped Daniel shoulder and forced him to his knees violently, shutting him up. Anderson continued “Daniel was supposed to be a new more advanced regenerator but unfortunately for Ezio that technology was lost during the war with Millennium and they had to start from scratch. Daniel was the first and only to be created but was inferior. Even still with at least some regeneration capabilities Ezio was able to convince everyone that Daniel could handle the job just as well as I can and that he was more trustworthy” “So for the past few months I have been replaced by Daniel, Ezio probably sent him here to kill me because I’m working with you.”

As Anderson finished talking an angry growl came from Daniel who tried to get up and attack Anderson had it not been for Alucard’s grip on his shoulder. “Why were you sent to London Father Wischard?” Integra asked, but Daniel did not answer.
Integra let out a sigh, there was no point in asking him more, he would simply continue to either be silent or throw insults at them. “Very well Father, if you refuse to answer my question then I’ll just have to get them out of Ezio himself” Daniel and everyone else in the room gave her a puzzled look but she ignored them. She picked up the phone and told whoever had answered to come into her office, moment’s later Walter stepped through the door. “Yes Sir Integra?” The old butler asked, “Walter I want you to take Father Daniel to the dungeon” she pointed to Daniel “and put a guard on him” Daniel looked outraged, “you can’t lock me up into a prison!” he barked but Integra just ignored him. “Yes Sir” Walter said and grabbed Daniel by the arm hoisting him to his feet then led him to the dungeon downstairs.

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Walter continued to hold Daniel by the arm just above the elbow as he continued to take them down to the dungeon. Their feet echoed off each of the concrete steps as they descended into the shadows below them, the dim light making the hallway a little lighter but it was still almost as black as Walters’s hair. Once they reached the bottom step Walter eased up his grip on the Priest’s arm a little while he was grabbing the keys from his front pocket. Daniel saw his chance when the grip on his arm loosened, he ramed his shoulder into Walter sending the old man into the wall and then ran up the stairs trying to get away He made it to the top of the stairs before his arms, legs, and neck became bound with wires. With a slight twitch of his muscle Walter drew blood from Daniel’s wire entangled flesh “I would suggest you not try that again” Walter said in a calm voice as if nothing had happened. Daniel just blinked, terrified that the old man’s hands wouldn’t be very steady, a single flick of the wrist and Daniel would be cut to ribbons. Walter led him into his cell, wires still wrapped around him and locked the door, he then released the wires and retracted them back into his glove. Two guards with Hellsing badges embroidered on their sleeves and chest emerged from behind Walter, they each were carrying powerful assault rifles and stood at each end of the cell door. “Enjoy your stay” Walter said with a smile as he turned and left Daniel to rot in his cell until he gave them the information they needed.

“You’ll pay for this old man, you and that Hellsing bitch!!” Daniel screamed from behind but Walter was already gone, Daniel glanced around them room. Sink and toilet to the left, bed to the right with a single low hanging light bulb above his head. The two Hellsing soldiers stood guard outside the door facing him, watching his every move. There was no window in the cell, down the hall were two other rooms, presumably were Integra kept those two hell bound monsters she employed Daniel thought. He walked over to his bed and lay himself down on the thin mattress that sat on top of rusted springs, staring around the room planning his escape.

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Everyone waited in silence until Walter came back, Seras had been the first to notice the small bruise forming on the side of his head where it had hit the wall “Walter are you okay?” She asked obviously worried. “It’s alright Miss Victoria, just a little trouble with our prisoner” He quickly walked to the side of Integra’s desk and stood there waiting for her orders. “How is he?” She asked, “he has been locked up securely and two guards have been posted at the door” “Good” she replied, she gave a quick look around the room before continuing. “I want to keep his whereabouts a secret, no one beyond this room is to know who he is or why he is there not even the guards. Understood?” Everyone nodded or replied in understanding. ‘There is a Freak running around on a murderess rampage and a Paladin locked up in the basement’ she thought, annoyed. “I think it’s time I paid Ezio a visit at Iscariot” Integra said to the room of shocked vampire hunters, “While I’ am away General Bowne will be in charge of all Hellsing business” Alucard and Anderson looked disgusted while Seras looked irritated “Except for the Wild Geese which will be under the complete control of Captain Victoria” Thank you Sir, I won’t let you down” Seras said with a confident smile. “Alucard and Anderson, you two are in charge of finding this Freak, Seras and Bowne will help you but the locating and silencing of this vampire is under your authority. Try to get along” She said the last bit in a very stern voice. “Of course Master” Alucard said with a smirk while Anderson simply nodded.

She motioned for everyone to leave while she picked up the phone quickly telling Bowne where she was going and that she wanted him in her office in an hour. When she hung up the phone Walter spoke up “Sir Integra I would ask that you bring Alucard with you to the Vatican just incase” “No, Alucard is needed here to hunt the Freak, Anderson can’t go back until we sort all this out, Bowne won’t be able to provide any help and since Pip’s death the Wild Geese won’t listen to anyone else but Seras besides myself and you of course” She looked up at Walter a gave him a small smile, something she rarely gives anyone “You’re the best choice as my escort”. Walter cracked his knuckles “Are you sure that Alucard and Anderson won’t rip each other to pieces before we get back?” he said with a smile “They’ll obey orders” Integra said as she pulled out a cigar “Lets get ready, I want to be in Italy by noon tomorrow”. Walter quickly walked out of the office to get everything ready.