Hellsing Fan Fiction / Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction ❯ Night Angels: The Millennium War ❯ Pt. 3: Storm Warnings ( Chapter 3 )

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Night Angels: The Millennium War, Pt. 3 – “Storm Warnings”
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats fanfiction
By Elwin Blaine Coldiron

“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and Geneon Entertainment and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre Company. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Sentai Filmworks. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.

FROM PART 2…

Rally just looked at Alucard for a minute. “Everything is happening too fast around here,” she said worriedly. “We still haven’t found the traitor within Hellsing, and now we might be facing a war with some Nazi vampires. Alucard, I’m more worried about Moria with all this happening! What if… what if she isn’t able to cope?”

“I’m certain she will,” Alucard said as he helped Rally into the coffin. “She’s more durable than she appears, Rally Vincent, but it’s a matter for later. Right now, you have to interrogate Goldie Muso if we’re to have enough information before setting out to South America.”

Rally had settled herself down when she heard the last part. Sitting up, she asked, “What do you mean by ‘we’, Alucard?”

“Worry about that later,” the No-Life King assured, gently pushing Rally back down. “Enjoy your sleep.”

Rally just yawned. “I guess,” was all she said as she closed her eyes, Alucard closing the lid.

AND NOW, PART 3…

It was natural for Irene ‘Rally’ Vincent to include the Chicago Water Tower in her private realm. She may now live in London – but she always felt at home in Chicago. She did wish, however, that the inner sanctum of her soul included blue skies, rather than this eternal, but bright gray overcast that was there. “I guess it goes with the territory of being a vampire,” she said to herself as she flew herself to the tallest structure that was there and surveyed her surroundings.

Upon landing on the building, which was once the tallest in the world, she had to think about the absurdity of corporate sponsorship of structures. “I don’t care if someone else has their name here,” she muttered, thinking about the London-based company that now owned the naming rights, “it’ll always be the Sears Tower to me!” Deciding not to ponder further, she took-off in the direction of the Field Museum – the location of her quarry!

Upon landing, she entered the building – which was her battleground with Natasha Radinov, who ironically warned her and the Hellsing Organization about Millennium years later. Walking through the corridors – where the exhibits were replaced with scenes from her life – and unlife, Rally rounded the corner until she reached her destination, which was a darkened anteroom. “Okay, I know you’re there, Goldie!” she demanded. “Get out here so that we can talk!”

Meekly, the object of her quest – Goldie Muso – stepped from the shadows and into the open. “R-Rally?” she said, trembling. “You normally don’t come here?”

“Not unless I have a good reason to,” Rally answered gruffly. “And right now is that time. Goldie, Sir Integra needs some information and you’re the only one to supply it.”

“But… but why me? Why not the others that you drank blood from?” the former crimelord asked timidly.

“Because you have intimate knowledge about what happened regarding that damned Kerasine of yours, that’s why!” Rally grumbled, her back turned to her ultimate foe.

For the first time since meeting the one responsible for her death, Goldie relaxed. “Well why didn’t you say so, my dear Rally?” she said optimistically as she began to walk-up to the dusky vampire. “I’m certain that… with a little something from you… we can come to some…” Goldie continued to purr, her hands touching Rally’s shoulder.

But upon feeling Goldie’s hands upon her, Rally realized her mistake, spun around and snarled, “DID I SAY YOU CAN PUT YOUR GRUBBY HANDS ON ME, GOLDIE!?!” At the same time, Goldie felt herself being shoved mightily away by an unseen force, hitting a far wall.

It took a few seconds for Goldie to recover from the impact, but she cringed upon seeing an enraged Rally looming over her. “R-Rally, I’m sorry!” she stammered as the dusky vampire began to reach for her throat. “I just saw you and thought you wanted me!” She then hid her face, not wishing to be harmed by her.

“OF COURSE I DO, BUT NOT FOR YOUR PERVERTED ANTICS, GOLDIE!!!” Rally roared, preparing to strangle Goldie for trying to seduce her.

“RALLY, PLEASE DON’T ‘URT ‘ER!!” another voice called-out. Stopping, Rally was surprised to see a young girl with spiky blue hair race over and began comforting Goldie. “Please, she didn’t mean any ‘arm in tryin’ t’ ‘ug you! I guess she was only wanted not t’ be sent t’ th’t place y’ always send ‘er when she gets y’ mad!”

Rally blinked. “Sally?” she gasped, recognizing the FREAK she mercifully killed when her friends May and Kenny visited her in London. “What… what are you talking about?” she then asked.

For a few seconds more, Sally continued to comfort Goldie, the girl stroking the trembling crimelord’s head as she held her to her bosom. “Rally, y’ may not believe th’s… but I’ve fallen in love with Goldie ‘ere,” she began. “I ‘appened upon ‘er after she got back from th’t ‘orrible place after you sent ‘er there. She was a wreak, an’ it took me th’ better part o’ a month t’ comfort ‘er before she was able t’ talk. After a while, she was able t’ open-up on ‘ow she did y’ an’ y’r father wrong, an ‘ow she wanted t’ do right by ye. But ev’ry time she tried t’ reach-out, y’ shove ‘er back in th’t place an’ I ‘ave t’ start all over aga’n!” Sally then looked-up to Rally, tears in her eyes and pleaded, “I’m beggin’ ye – please don’t send ‘er back there! If y’ do…” she started crying, “I dread she’ll never come back t’ me!”

It took the better part of a minute for Rally to digest everything Sally had told her. Finally, a small smile crept across her lips as she bent down towards Goldie. “I guess someone – even you, Goldie – deserves someone special in their hearts,” she said, extending her hand.

Goldie shrank back, expecting the worst. “I won’t hurt you, Goldie,” Rally soothingly said, her smile widening, “I promise.”

Sally looked at Rally, seeing her mood as genuine. “Don’t worry, m’ love,” the azure-haired girl said, patting Goldie’s head. “She’s tellin’ th’ truth.”

Deciding to take a chance, Goldie finally looked Rally in the eye. Hesitantly, she took the hand the dusky vampire had extended, and was relieved that Rally had helped her to her feet. “Thank you, Rally,” Goldie finally said. Then taking a breath, she then added, “So… you said that Sir Integra wanted something from me – one that involves Kerasine. What is it then?”

Seeing that Goldie was co-operating, Rally reached out to the crimelord’s head – which caused Goldie to flinch. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you!” Rally laughed, seemingly plucking-out a pinprick of light from Goldie’s head, then flicked it in front of the trio. That pinprick then coalesced into an image of what appeared to be a man with multi-lensed glasses and shoulder length blonde hair, as well as wearing a blood-splattered labcoat. “It’s concerning this guy,” the dusky vampire said. “I remembered this image from when I drank your blood. Do you have anything of use of this guy; a country-of-origin, occupation – even a name might be helpful.”

A little dumb-founded at first, Goldie’s eyes then widened as she studied the image. “Now wait a minute,” she said, “I do recognize him! A week before the Joliet spill, this German had gotten ahold of me, asking me if I would be interested in licensing him the Kerasine formula. So I made a trip to Rio de Janerio to meet him and discuss payment.”

Pausing a bit, Goldie added, “He said to me that interested parties he represented were thinking of expanding the market for the drug outside the Chicago area, so for a sizable fee, I allowed him to have a copy of the Kerasine formula.” She thought further, “I believe he identified himself as… Napyeer, Avondale Napyeer! I’m not sure that’s his real name or an alias, Rally.” Then thinking further, “That guy was pretty strange, though. We sealed the deal with a handshake – and I could swear that he had an extra finger in his pinkie glove.” Deciding to look Rally in the eye, she added, “But I’m wondering… why in the world would Sir Integra would want to know anything about him? He said he was only going to reproduce Kerasine and improve distribution.”

“Then I believe that Nazi psycho lied to you, Goldie,” Rally replied.

“Nazi?” Goldie was incredulous. “Rally, believe-it-or-not, I hate Nazis! You do realize what the SS in World War II did to people like us in the death camps?”

“I’m aware about history, Goldie,” added Rally, “but I’m afraid distribution wasn’t their intention. On a mission at Silverstone, we recovered pills from a FREAK there, and found out that it was a reformulation of Kerasine, no thanks to Iscariot!”

Goldie didn’t immedietly answer. Instead, she turned around, trying to digest what Rally told her. “My Kerasine – made into pills?” she finally said, turning around. “Rally… I didn’t know, honest! I… I only thought it would be an exercise in making money. I didn’t expect…” She then remembered something. “Rally, remember when you went to rescue May from me – the day you killed me, do you remember what you asked me?”

“As crystal,” Rally answered. “I asked you if you knew Kerasine was being used to force humans to become FREAKs. I didn’t get an answer from you.”

Goldie nodded. “I was never aware about it. That’s the truth, Rally, you have to believe me! I was only interested in getting paid, not doing… this!”

“Goldie, as much as I’m pissed-off that you did such a stupid thing,” Rally grumbled, “I do believe you. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to have to tell Sir Integra about this.” She then started to leave the anteroom, only to pause.

After a few seconds, Rally again faced the two. “Goldie,” she asked, “would you like to have a little chat? Don’t worry, I won’t do anything.” Both Goldie and Sally looked at each other, the latter nodding, then the crimelord walked in front of her former adversary. “It’s about all those times you made those sleazy insinuations about what I should do with Master, Sir Integra and Moria. Goldie, why in the world would you be doing something stupid that when you knew what the consequences were?”

“To put it bluntly, Rally… I was bored!” Goldie sighed. “Do you know what it’s like to be cooped-up in your head for all eternity with nothing to do until you needed my help? I had to do something regardless of what happens to me!”

“Unfortunately, it wasn’t the smartest thing to do,” Rally laughed, then sobered-up. “Goldie, things are happening on the outside world right now that might get England into the worst conflict since the Blitz. And I’ve got a bad feeling I’m going to be killing a lot of people… and FREAKs to combat it.”

“I guess that comes with the territory, Rally,” mused Goldie. “War is never an easy thing. But what does that have to do with me?”

Again, Rally looked her former adversary in the eye. “A lot of the souls coming this way, I have a feeling, are going to be a bit of hard cases, people not used to becoming slaves.” Her smile returned, “And that’s where you come in, Goldie. I would like you to whip them into shape for me; I’m not really into the sort of sadisticness you can dish out.”

“In other words,” the former crimelord replied, getting the gist of what Rally was implying, “you wish me to bend those souls to your will.” She began to smile, “To be your slaves!”

“Exactly!” Turning around, Rally gestured to the anteroom Goldie was in – and produced from it a massive torture dungeon, filled with all sorts of implements for inflicting pain. “This is going to be your playroom, Goldie. I deliver the souls I want bent, you do the rest.” She then turned around, adding, “I’m certain I can keep you from being bored for… YAAAAA!!!” Not believing what she was seeing, Rally had the misfortune to see Goldie dressed neck-to-toe in a skintight red rubber outfit, with stiletto heels, a devil’s tail – and Goldie sporting little horns on her head! “Goldie, what the hell are you dressed in that get-up for?”

“What else?” Goldie replied smartly. “Since I’m going to be the devil in your little private hell, I think I should look the part!”

“Maybe so,” answered Rally, her right eyebrow twitching, “but this is way over the top! Couldn’t you please try to tone it down a bit?”

Sighing, Goldie closed her eyes, afterwhich was now in a normal black dominatrix outfit. “Happy?” she said, sounding disappointed.

“Still a little much – but it’s better.” Taking note of Sally, Rally then gestured, and the young girl was dressed in a similar manner as Goldie. “Sally, I want you to help her with the tortures. Do you think you can handle it?”

“I can… an’ thanks, Rally,” the girl replied, a look of gratitude in her eyes.

“You’re welcome,” Rally replied in turn, afterwhich she had an idea. “Y’know Goldie, I’ve got this idea on how I can get you warmed-up for your new job.” The dusky vampire looked over to one corner of the dungeon, which almost immedietly, nude and suspended angle-wise on all of his limbs, appeared Vic, who didn’t seemed to be at all happy about his situation.

“YOU DAMNED DYKE VAMPIRE BITCH,” the mercenary snarled, looking in Rally’s direction, “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME THIS TIME!?!”

Immedietly, Goldie’s mood darkened. “He was the one, wasn’t it Rally?” she demanded, frowning. “The one who stuck that stake in your heart?”

“I had a feeling you’d ask that,” Rally smirked. “Yeah, he’s the one. I figured that, since you might be a little rusty, I’d give him to you to… heh-heh… play with!”

“What?” Vic gasped weakly, realizing what she meant.

For a few seconds, Goldie assessed the bound mercenary, looking his body back and forth. “I believe he’ll do!” she finally said, smiling. “Well, I appreciate this little gift of yours, so I’ll let you get on your way… my mistress Rally!”

“Fine,” Rally replied, a little leery about Goldie’s ‘mistress’ remark. “I’ll see you soon!”

“N-now wait a minute,” Vic sputtered as Rally began to leave, “just what do you think you’re doing leaving me here?”

That got him a hard slap in the face from Goldie. “That’s none of your business, worm!” she snarled, turning briefly to pick-up a short knife. “For all your life, you had done a great deal of harm to this world – which includes that miserable thing between your legs!” Vic blanched. “Now don’t you worry,” Goldie added. “I’m certain after I’m done, it’ll grow back again like Prometheus’ liver … just in time for me to cut it off again!”

Rally didn’t turn around as she closed the door behind her, but paused a bit to hear a bloodcurdling scream issue forth. “Knock yourself out, Goldie,” she smirked to herself, making sure the door was latched.

As she walked down the corridors of the museum, Rally was beginning to sense that the sun was about to set in the real world, so she prepared to give her report to her friend Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing about what she found out. However, as the museum faded, Rally began to suspect that she wasn’t alone. ‘I don’t get it,’ she thought to herself. ‘I’m inside my head… and yet, I’ve got this funny feeling that someone else is here!’

Turning to her right, the dusky vampire was surprised to see a little girl staring at her. For an instant, she thought she was confronting Angela – but the hair and skin were all wrong. This girl had pale hair, even paler skin, and was dressed elegantly. The yellow eyes of the girl suggested that she is – or was – a vampire, and a very old one indeed. Deciding to take a risk, Rally opened of a conversation with, “I was going to say what’s a little kid like you doing inside my head… but I have this strange feeling you’re not exactly a kid.”

“How right you are, young vampire,” the girl replied. Finally smiling, she added, “You are the childe of Seras Victoria, am I right?”

Rally blinked. “You… you know of Master?” she asked.

“We were… acquainted, young vampire,” the girl replied. “I had met Seras when I still had a physical body. I have transcended my form since then, and my spirit has traveled the heavens since.” Then her mood became even grimmer. “You, your master, and all those you know are currently facing possibly the gravest test in mankind’s existence.”

“Somehow, I had the feeling you would say that,” Rally muttered.

“Do not take this too lightly, young vampire,” the girl countered firmly. “The enemies you will soon be facing are more dangerous than you can imagine. I wish I could take more direct action, but I can only offer you this: be ever vigilant to your surroundings, and keep those closest to you… closer.” And with that, the girl began to fade away.

“HEY WAIT!!!” Rally called out as the girl faded from sight. “AREN’T YOU GOING TO AT LEAST TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!?!”

From out of nowhere came the reply: “I bear the name of the wife of the first Christian Roman emperor – Helena.”

“Helena?” Rally whispered. She was about to ask more, only to feel herself slipping backwards…

…When she found herself back in the secret anteroom within the office of Sir Integra. Getting out of the coffin, Rally stood up and pressed the button in the room’s inside. The panel opened up, and as expected, the Hellsing leader was seated at her desk. “I take it that you have brought some news?” she asked.

“I have, Integra,” was all Rally said, leaving the small room.

A SMALL ORPHANAGE IN ITALY, AT THE SAME TIME…

“Now th’ both o’ ye stop th’t!” Father Alexander Anderson bellowed, forcing the two boys that were fighting amongst each other apart. “There’s no fighting among friends!” He then patted the two boys on their shoulders and added gently, “How ye supposed to get into Heaven acting like th’t?”

“Sorry, Father,” the two boys that were fighting apologized in unison.

Chuckling, Anderson shook the boys’ shoulders and said, “Listen, fighting doesn’t solve anything…” but he added in a darker voice, “except when dealing with demons an’ monsters.”

However, Anderson happened to look past the boys… and saw Father Renaldo walking toward him. Standing up, he said to the boys, “Okay lads, Ah want ye t’ go straight t’ yer rooms an’ think about what ye’re doing, alright?” The two boys answered him, and happily went their way.
Anderson chuckled as he watched the boys sprint off. Hopefully, the church would be able to find them loving families to live with. If not… well, the Iscariot Organization could take them in and forge them into agents for His Holiness. But that was a matter for later, for right now he met Renaldo halfway and walked alongside the elderly priest. “So what brings ye here?” he asked.

“You are aware that Father Maxwell is currently meeting with His Holiness regarding the matter of the Nazis?” Renaldo replied.

Anderson nodded. “Aye, and Ah also ‘eard th’t he okayed th’ Hellsing Organization’s expedition t’ Brazil,” he added.

“That he has,” Renaldo confirmed. “Father Maxwell is right now at the Vatican conferring with His Holiness on the current situation and cannot talk with you personally.” He then steely eyed Anderson and added, “However, before that meeting, he made it clear to me to tell you to make the trip there yourself…” he paused slightly, “as an observer.”

“Ah see,” Anderson said, grinning. “An’ suppose the Hellsing agents… survive th’ anticipated encounter with these Nazi heathen?”

“His orders are to observe only,” Renaldo countered firmly, seeing that grin. “You are not to enter any battle yourself unless ordered to do so by Father Maxwell, am I clear about that, Father Anderson?”

Anderson’s shoulders slumped, disappointed at another anticipated battle with Alucard – and afterwards Rally – thwarted. “Ah see,” he finally said. “Well now, all th’t we can hope for is t’ see if those Nazis can solve our problem with Hellsing for us.”

“It is to hope,” was all Renaldo said as the two continued to walk.

VATICAN CITY, AT THE SAME TIME…

“Hmm… I see then. We have found ourselves sharing a common interest with the Hellsing Organization. It will not be easy cleaning up this half-century-old mess we found ourselves in.” Father Enrico Maxwell knelt silently in front of a throne, his head bowed respectfully to the occupant of that seat… a person know by many names: the Pope, His Holiness, the Archbishop of Rome. But what ever name he chose for himself, Maxwell briefly allowed himself a small look at the aged figure sitting there.

As he did, the leader of Section XIII, Iscariot Organization, could only be fascinated and admired by the sheer majesty of the Pope and what he represented, while at the same time feel offended that the majority of the world didn’t share the same feeling. To Maxwell, the Pope was everything – God’s representative on Earth – and he was willing to do anything – and everything to make sure the rest of the world saw it the way he did! Perhaps, in time, when the conditions were right, Maxwell might be in a position to do just that – to move every person in the world back to the True Church! But for now, he simply listened to his holy leader’s concerns.

“My apologies, Father Maxwell, for continually asking you to perform such distasteful tasks for the Church,” the Pope continued to explain, obviously and genuinely feeling unconvinced by the whole thing.

This time, Maxwell rose his head and said, “Try not to worry yourself with such trivial concerns, Your Holiness. Iscariot is a blade, to be wielded in any manner you see fit.” He then added, “However, I believe that we should let these heathens, Nazi and Hellsing, to fight amongst themselves.” He then added a cruel smile and said, “Who knows? Maybe with any luck, not only they will dig their own graves… but pay for their funerals as well!”

XXX

Within an hour, Rally had made her report, while Sir Integra, Seras, and Walter C. Dolnez listened on. Also listening was Pip Bernadotte, as well as Moria and Kenneth Hedgley, the young woman looking extremely distressed the more she listened. For his part, Kenneth could only place a comforting hand on his daughter’s shoulder, letting her know he was still there.

“So now you know the plan,” Sir Integra elaborated, “Alucard and Seras will make-up one team, whilst Captain Bernadotte and Rally the other. Hopefully, we might find what play these… monsters have for England and nip it in the bud. If not, then report back with what they do have planned and with the Round Table’s help, craft a defence for such.”

“But there is one thing I don’t understand, Sir Integra,” added Moria, a hard edge in her voice. “Why am I not accompanying Rally and Seras on this mission? You had made me in charge of their well-being, so it is natural that I come with them!” Her emerald green eyes shifted to blue-white as she held out a clawed as she added, “Besides, it would give me a chance to finally put these werewolf powers of mine into play! I’m confident that I can put any Nazi that gets in my way into his grave!”

“And I am confident you are able to, Moria,” Sir Integra replied. “However, this is not a combat situation, but a reconnaissance mission! The fewer bodies we have out there, the better chances our party has a chance of surviving this outing!”

“But Sir Integra…” Moria continued to pled, only to feel her father’s hand on her shoulder.

“I’m afraid Sir Integra’s right, Moria dear,” Kenneth said. “We can’t afford to have all our pieces in play in Brazil, so it is logical that some of us remain in case something goes wrong.”

The young werewolf felt discouraged, but knew her father was right. “Perhaps you’re right, Father,” Moria admitted, “but… to think Rally and Seras are going out there alone…”

“We’re not going to be alone, Moria,” Seras said. “Master and Pip are going to be with us, so I’m confident we’ll be alright.” But then she sighed and added, “However, I dislike the fact I’m going to have to travel in a coffin again… without Rally near me!”

“You think you’ve got it hard, Master,” the childe of Seras added, “I’m going to be sleeping in a crate – with some of the explosives we might need!” Rally then looked around, “And speaking of Alucard, where the hell is he? He was supposed to be here for the briefing!”

“Just putting the final touches to my disguise Rally Vincent, that’s all,” Alucard’s voice purred from behind all of them. But when they turned around, it was all they could do to prevent any adverse reaction. The No-Life King was no longer dressed in his red coat, hat and suit with riding boots. Instead, he was tastefully dressed in a black 3-piece suit with red pinstripes, his long black hair slicked back. He was also wearing conventional sunglasses rather than his yellow aviation glasses. “What do you think everyone?” he asked, still smiling.

To be honest, Sir Integra didn’t argue, although she was a little shocked at her servant’s altered appearance. “I must admit,” she finally said, “you do look… different, Alucard.”

‘I think he looks like a pimp!’ Rally mentally told Seras and Moira, who didn’t dignify that remark with a reply in turn. However, the smile Alucard gave Rally told her that he might be knowing what she was thinking.

“Is your alias to your liking?” Sir Integra asked.

“Why of course, my master.” He then produced several papers to the group, all of them saying ‘J.D. Brennan’. “Not exactly original, but it suits the purpose.”

Sir Integra nodded in agreement. “Very well, it is time we get underway,” she announced. “Alucard, Seras, Captain, Rally, except your orders in the name of Her Majesty, and may God protect all of you!” Pip and Seras saluted, while Rally simply bowed. The four of them then proceeded down to the staging area.

“Rally, Seras?” Moria asked, walking up to the two woman. Both vampires then turned around – only to get a hug from their lover. “Come back safely,” she whispered, a tear in her eye.

A little surprised, Rally and Seras hugged her in return. “Don’t worry, we will,” Rally whispered.

“All we ask is that you don’t fret too much about this,” the Draculina whispered in turn. After being released, Moira nodded with a smile, drying the tear from her eye. All Pip did during this was to shake his head. But Alucard didn’t turn around, keeping quiet as he walked off.

TO BE CONTINUED…

9/11/01
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