Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness and Light ❯ Chapter 1: A New Breed of Hunter ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 1: A New Breed of Hunter

A lone figure stands upon a building within the center of London. Below it, unbeknownst to all, was a cesspool. A cesspool of the undead. Inside the hand of the figure was a gooey green substance, that slipped between the fingers of the being. It toyed with it as the being watched the moonlight in what seemed like an odd sense of bliss. Then the expression changed when it looked down. The figure glared down at the building across the street, knowing full well what was inside. It grabbed its right wrist as two armored cars pulled up to the front of the building and said to itself, “Showtime.”

The men began to pile out of the backs of the two cars, dressed in dark green combat fatigues and wearing masks over their faces. The red and black shield of the Hellsing institution covered their hearts as their lined up outside the building. The commanding officer barked out the situation. “Listen up. We've got eight floors to cover, with an unknown of tangos inside. I want Pascally's defense formation, no two too far ahead of the next. Half of you go around the backside and enter from there. The tangos may be armed so I want everyone to exercise extreme caution. The idiots who don't, if the freaks don't get them, I will personally put a bullet in their heads. Is that understood?”

The men all answered in unison, “Sir, yes sir!”

The commanding officer nodded and then said, “In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.” As the short prayer finished, the soldiers went inside in pairs, one after the other. The night vision goggles came down over their eyes as they swept from room to room. The men moved quickly and quietly, none making a sound as they passed the first floor. The leader held up his hand to halt everyone in their tracks as he spoke through the communications device.

“This is Whiskey 1. No tangos have yet been sighted. Repeat, no tangos as of yet.” The man looked down and rubbed his gloved finger upon the ground, feeling the floor slick. He raised the finger to his eyes and frowned beneath the mask he wore. Blood, its still fresh too. “Teams 2 and 4 scout ahead. I want teams 7 and 8 to set up defensive positions around the stairs on this floor.”

“Affirmative Whiskey 1. Proceeding as ordered.” Came the response through the com as the men fell into position. The leader took a deep breath as he motioned his teams forward. The approached kept quiet as the group made their way to the second floor and continued their sweep. The leader paused in front of a closed door and put his ear up to it. He frowned as he heard nothing.This is wrong, its too quiet. They should've at least come at us by now. He motioned to the door and his team took up positions around it. He nodded to the man to his left as he leaned against the side wall next to the door. The man understood the command and kicked the door open, stepping inside quickly with his gun raised. His partner followed suit and entered as quickly as his predecessor. The leader motioned with his gun and the rest of the team followed into the room. He entered the room, gun raised and began scouting along with the rest of his team.

They had entered what seemed like a large ballroom. The building had been abandoned for many years and it easy to see the damage done to the room since then. Dust and darkness covered the room, with cobwebs everywhere. The man motioned for an advance and kept his gun raised, scanning both in front of him and the ceilings above him. Once they made it to the middle of the ballroom, the leader held up his hand in a signal to stop. “Command this is Whiskey 1. No sign of the tangos, request instructions.”

A small piece of radio traffic danced through his ears, “Roger that Whiskey 1, proceed with sweep. Whiskey 2's group should be approaching your position. Keep your eyes pealed.”

“Understood.” Came the leader's voice. He was about to motion forward when one of his men began firing. The leader didn't bother to look to see who it was, he was more concerned by what his man was firing at. He looked ahead and to his left to see a pack of ghouls slowly approaching them. “All units, open fire!” He ordered. In an instant the 19 other men in the room obeyed and the ghouls were quickly torn to shreds. “Cease fire and maintain your positions. Teams 2 and 4, I want a report.” He ordered through his radio. He only received static as his answer. Damn it. “Set up a defensive formation. We will continue on to where we lost touch with teams 2 and 4.”

“Roger that Lieutenant.” Came the voice of his men in one voice. The team began advancing again cautiously. The leader was cursing his own stupidity when the voice of one of his men was heard. “Uh sir, I found teams 2 and 4….I think.”

“Explain soldier.” The leader said as he walked to the front of the group. He then said in a state of stunned shock, “Oh.” Before the group were the bodies of the scouting teams. It was a grotesque scene, limbs missing from men's bodies, heinous wounds coming from the neck, side and shoulders. One body was actually missing a quarter of his skull from the looks of it. In short, the team had found what was left of the scouting teams. The leader crossed himself as he felt his team turn away from the scene. “This wasn't done by ghouls. Ghouls aren't this strong, and it doesn't look like any of them was fed on.”

The man then felt… something. He spun his head around and looked up to see a figure holding on to the ceiling behind them with a sick smile. He quickly raised his gun and opened fire, not even issuing the order to his men. They understood it though and soon enough, the remainder of the squad joined him. The vampire merely laughed as it dodged the wave of fire. It dashed along the ceiling as if it wasn't running upside down and raised a submachine gun. The leader recognized it as such and gave an order to find cover. The vampire unleashed his own wave of hot lead as it ran and dropped to the ground in front of an unsuspected soldier. With no hesitation, the vampire grabbed the man's throat with his free hand and snapped the man's neck, and then began to use the body as a shield as it ran towards another soldier. The vampire noticed a duo of soldiers taking aim and tossed the dead soldier at them, knocking them over and he then forced his free hand through the chest of the soldier in front of him. The dead body slid to the ground and the vampire opened fire and another group of soldiers, wounding one in the shoulder and another in the leg. One soldier wasn't as lucky and took the bullet in the head, falling dead instantly. The enemy then laughed openly as he dashed behind some cover as bullets rained down on his position.

With what seemed like no pause, the vampire rolled out from its hiding spot and unveiled a second machine gun. The vampire laughed like a mad man as he let loose a new barrage of fire, mowing down another four soldiers. The Lieutenant snarled as he dove out from his cover to fire at the creature. The bullet's missed the vampire though they did cause him to run away temporarily. The man grabbed his communicator and yelled “This is Whiskey 1, we are under attack. Heavy casualties, repeat heavy casualties. Where the hell is Whiskey 2?”

“Understood Whiskey 1. We lost contact with Whiskey 2 while they were in combat with a detachment of ghouls. Recommend temporary retreat Whiskey 1.”

That won't help us a damn bit. It's not like this prick is going to let us go. The man thought bitterly as he watched the vampire revealed itself again and began attacking. The nearest soldiers were killed by having their necks snapped and the vampire merely laughed in enjoyment as it dove behind another wall. Damn it to hell. “Sir, ghouls at seven o'clock!” Yelled the soldier next to him. The Lieutenant spun around to see another pack of ghouls approaching.

“Mow `em down men!” He yelled as he unleashed a torrent of gunfire. The ghouls were hit by the remaining soldiers with little effort, which caused warning bells to go off in the leader's mind. They were a diversion, where is the real target? The leader went to reload his gun when he realized he was out of ammunition for the weapon. He quickly pulled his sidearm out and released the safety. “Men, I want a roll call!” He yelled into his radio as he stood up and looked around the room. He was met only with silence and the man stood there confused then looked to the man who was next to him. His mouth dropped in disbelief as he saw the vampire standing there with his hand sticking through the soldier's chest. A sick grin was reflected upon that face, splotches of blood covering the pale skin and bright fangs. You've got to be kidding me.

The vampire laughed as the man brought his gun about to fire. Before the soldier could even get one shot off, he was disarmed by the vampire with what seemed little effort. The human couldn't even keep track of how fast the enemy had moved. He then felt something clasp his neck in a vise-like grip and felt himself being pulled off the ground. The stared in pain at the vampire in front of him, who in turn merely smiled at the tasty morsel in his hand. “Poor little human, all alone with no more friends to help him out.” The creature mocked, the voice dripping with fake pity. The soldier gasped for air while the vampire continued to mock him, “So this is the big bad vampire hunter group Hellsing eh? I've heard about you guys, I have to admit I'm a little upset.”

The vampire brought its face closer to his prey and let out a sick laugh. “Now the real question is who I should kill you. Should I take your blood and turn you into a ghoul like I did for all those other souls,” he asked, gesturing with his free hand to a group of ghouls on the other side of the room, “or should I just snap your neck and be done with it?” The vampire grabbed the man's left forearm and began to squeeze, causing the man to scream in pain as his arm was crushed. The vampire added with a small smile, “Though, it would be fun torturing you first for attacking me.” The man cried out as he heard a sickening snap of his left arm

The soldier said nothing, but began reaching for something on his back. The vampire ignored the motion as it seemed to deliberate as to how it should finish its prey off. That's right, keep looking the other way you undead freak the man thought as he grasped the small knife in his belt. The vampire then turned back to the human, his mind made up. “Looks like I'm going to have to start restacking my ranks because of you and your men. Welcome to the club, Mr. vampire hunter.” He said with a sadistic voice. However, the man wasn't listening. Something had come into the room, he could tell. Who is that? What is that? the man thought to himself as he snapped back to the present.

The man's jovial, yet sick tone was broken by the sound of gunfire and the sounds of ghouls being destroyed. The vampire turned to see that his group of ghouls were being destroyed one by one. The vampire's gaze traveled around the room, trying to pick out the direction of the attacked and his mouth twisted into a snarl at his failure to locate his new enemy.

Now! The soldier grabbed his knife with his right hand and withdrew it from the sheath on his belt. He slashed at the creature's head with all the remaining force he had left in his arm. The silver blade connected with the creatures face, but not deep enough as it only cut the vampire's face. The vampire released the grip on the soldier's neck in shock as the pain registered in his mind. The soldier took his first breath of air since he had been captured when the vampire screamed in pain. He reacted quickly and kicked the vampire in the chest with both of his legs. The vampire grunted as he dropped the human to the ground. The human rolled backwards and got into a defensive crouching position with the knife and just waited. Come on you trash, I'll send you to hell myself!

The vampire was not pleased with releasing his prey. “While you insignificant piece of waste. I'm going to tear your heart out!” He yelled as he began to dash towards the man. Two bullets stopped the vampire in its tracks, the holes from the shots stopping right in front of him. The vampire cursed and ran out of the room, avoiding gunfire as it dove into another room.

The soldier grit his teeth in pain as he fell onto his backside and began to breath heavily. His eyes were searching for his would-be savior. Funny, I could've sworn that whoever it was, was up in the rafters behind the vampire. His then dropped his knife and and grabbed his radio with his free hand, “Command, this is Whiskey 1. Come in command.” He said, his voice making no attempt to hide his pain.

“Whiskey 1 we hear you, what's the situation?”

The man grit his teeth as he stared at his left forearm. “Bad command. The entire squad has been taken out. My arm is also busted up. I was the next to die until help arrived. Thanks for the reinforcements command.” The man said as he watched the blood soak into his uniform.

There was a long tense silence over the radio before an answer came, “Whiskey 1, there were no reinforcements. We have no clue what you're talking about. Report on the situation Whiskey 1.” The man closed the radio connection and let out a painful laugh, I guess my guardian angel carries a gun.

The vampire had retreated back out of the ballroom. He had a sick grin plastered on his face. He was about 6 feet tall and leaned up against a wall as he reloaded his guns. He was pale and dressed in some baggy clothing, now covered with touches of crimson blood. A winter hat covered his head as he laughed silently to himself as a graved gleam went through his crimson pupils. Human fools.I can't believe they would even try their luck against me. Oh well, more blood to spill. I'll have some fun with these wretches.

“I'm afraid not.” Came a soft but firm voice to his right. He pointed his gun as he turned his head to the right and saw… nothing. He looked at the empty space and scratched his head in confusion. Am I hearing things? Must've been the wind or something. He thought to himself as he stared in front of him in confusion. “No, not the wind. Come now, whenever someone thinks it's the wind, it really is something. Don't you even know that you scum.” It was the same voice, though now distinctly louder. The man turned and saw a figure standing in the shadows. Without thinking he raised the gun in his right hand and opened fire with the automatic.

What happened couldn't been seen with normal eyes, but the figure moved one hand around lightning quick in front of her as the gun went off. Finally, after what seemed too long, the gun clicked empty and the vampire merely stared at the figure. Slowly the figure walked forward, still concealed in the shadows. Even the vampire had a hard time making out the face of the figure as it was concealed by something. The figure raised its arm out and let it catch the attention of the vampire. Without saying another word, the gloved hand opened and let fall to the ground the bullets that it had caught. The vampire dropped its gun in shock as the figure started towards him again. No way. That's…too unreal. He thought as he took a step back in spite of himself. Finally he saw the figure's true form.

It was a young woman with dark brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a dark blue trench coat that went down past her waist and a pair of black pants. She wore white gloves on her hands, with strange archaic markings on the backsides of her hands. Her skin was pale and reflected the moonlight as if she was a ghost. One thing caught his attention, it was her eyes. He smiled in realization. “Sorry about that. I thought you one of those stupid human hunters. Sorry about that lady.” He said jovially as he walked forward. He spoke as if he was talking to an old friend.

The woman said nothing in response at first, but let out a small smile as she stepped forward, revealing a set of white teeth, with some particularly large canines. Her fangs gleamed in the moonlight coming in from the window and seemed to show her true nature. He walked towards her, taking in the beauty of the woman and thinking about how he could get into her pants when her right hand shot out and grabbed his throat. What the hell! He thought as pain raced through his body as the woman's grip tightened around his throat. She then turned her head to the left and threw the vampire through the wall that was to the left of them.

The only survivor of the massacre lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling wondering how the hell he was still alive. His train of thought was broken as he watched something break through the wall across the room and bounce about twenty feet. He struggled to his feet and brought his knife about, silently hoping that he wouldn't have to fight that vampire again. He dropped the knife in shock when he saw the vampire struggle to his feet, grabbing his head as if he had the biggest hangover ever experienced. The soldier's eyes lit up with recognition again. …that presence again… What is that?

A figure came walking through the now destroyed wall slowly, as if in no hurry whatsoever. A blue trench coat trailed behind the figure, who now could be seen as a young woman, as she walked slowly up to where the vampire stood on his shaking legs. “Hey, what the hell is your problem lady?” The vampire yelled as he steadied himself. The woman merely stared at him in disdain as she sent an strong right cross into the unprepared vampire. The vampire flew back and hit the wall. “…Bloody Christ.” The vampire said as he pulled himself from the wreckage. He wiped the blood from his lip and then licked his hand. “I don't know who you are girly, but that was not a smart thing to do.” He stated as he began walking towards the woman.

“A pathetic worm like you has no right to say that.” The woman's voice came out. It was cold, but held behind it some sense of femininity. She waited and watched as the comment enraged the vampire into charging her. The woman merely scoffed at the feeble attack as she dodged it at the last moment and kicked out the knees of the vampire who then went tumbling along the ground. She slowly walked over to his body and kicked him in the ribs, sending him flying upwards and away, landing on some old tables. He coughed up some blood as he rose to his knees. As he saw the girl approaching him slowly, he dove through an open doorway and leaned up against the wall. Damn bitch, that hurt like hell. He thought as he reloaded his remaining machine gun. He raised it to his face and waiting, listening for the approach of the woman.

The woman stopped pursuing him for a moment and closed her eyes. “That won't help you,” she said loudly as she reached into her coat and withdrew a large grey pistol, “trash can't hide.” She closed her eyes as she raised the pistol. She fired once at the wall and then opened her eyes. She was met with the sound of the vampire screaming like a hysterical woman. The vampire stepped through the doorway, his left hand gone and missing. He was breathing hard and gripped his gun in his other hand. The woman merely reached back into her coat and when her hand came back, it was empty.

The soldier merely watched in fascination as a crazed gleam seemed to cover the woman's red eyes, wait a sec, red eyes? He watched as she charged like a demon, leaving no time for a counter attack. She grabbed the vampire and tore his right arm from its socket, causing a scream of pain unlike one the man had ever heard. It was a mixture of a scream and a growl, causing it to send shivers down his spine. The arm slowly turned to ash in the woman's hand and the ash dripped and fell through her fingers. The woman merely scoffed at the vampire in annoyance and tossed the body behind her, sending the body through another set of tables and chairs.

The vampire grit his teeth together as he rose to his knees slowly, the woman waiting for him evidently. Who the hell is this girl? Feels like a truck just hit me. He thought as he glared at the woman. She raised an eyebrow at him and asked, “Only a truck? I was too gentle.” She remarked with a hint of amusement before reaching into her coat and withdrawing a rather large black gun. He pointed it directly at his head and let loose a small smile.

“Wait!” The vampire yelled out. The woman paused for a moment, but her grip in her gun did not waver as it was kept aimed right at the vampire's face. “You're one of us right? Come on, we aren't enemies. We could own this city with our power!” The vampire exclaimed, a fevered glow in his eyes.

“You expect me to let you live now? After I've taken your arm and hand?” She asked in disbelief. She then shook her head as if annoyed. “Low level trash like you needs to know when to shut up.” She spit out the side of her mouth and steadied her aim again. “In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.”

“Wait!” The vampire cried out again, trying to stop his execution. It did nothing to stop the woman as she pulled the trigger. The bullet impacted right between the vampire's eyes, and the last thing he ever saw was the smile on that woman's face before he disappeared into ash. The woman brought her hand back into her coat and when it re-emerged, the gun was missing. She turned around and looked back at the soldier.

The man said nothing but fell backwards until he was laying flat on his back. He was still breathing hard, but now it was more from watching that fight, could it really be called a fight? It was more like a slaughter, than from his earlier wound. He closed his eyes as his breathing slowed even more. He heard soft footsteps walking over to him but said nothing as he concentrated on his breathing.

He was met with a light kick to the ribs which in a way actually hurt. “Oi, you still alive?” Came the woman's voice.

He raised his right hand up with his thumb extended upwards. “I'm just lovely thank you. Just give me a minute, that bastard broke my arm.” He then opened his eyes to look upon the woman who had destroyed the vampire. She had brown hair and was wearing a blue trench coat and black pants. He noticed the Hellsing emblem on his right chest area and let a small smile grace his features. He stared from the symbol to her red eyes and asked with a hint of amusement, “You my guardian angel?”

She stared at him, lost as if she didn't understand at first then her face darkened into a scowl. Then she helped him to his feet, muttering something along the lines of “If Lord Hellsing wouldn't be upset about it, I would shoot you for asking something so idiotic.”

The man chuckled at the response and then pulled the mask off his face with his free hand. “Figures you wouldn't have a sense of humor.” He said mildly as he felt his arm being draped around the woman. He stared at her in confusion but she wasn't looking at him. He shook his head and mumbled to himself, “So you really do exist.” The woman said nothing as she helped the injured man out of the warzone. He reflected for a moment and then realized that the recovery teams would handle the dead bodies and let out a sigh of disbelief, SoI'm the only survivor. Great job Squad Leader, he thought to himself sarcastically.

“That's right. You did a hell of a job.” The woman added coldly, not looking at her ward. The man shot her a look of confusion and then shook his head in annoyance. He was about to ask her something but she cut him off, “My name is Seras Victoria. Now shut up and let's get you out of here.” She said, taking one last look around the destroyed room. She let her mouth twist into a scowl when her eyes locked on where the remains of the vampire was, but then her lips twisted into a small smile. She looked back to her ward as she helped out, “Hell of a first day…”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” He said as he grit his teeth as his left arm rubbed up against a doorframe.

“Could've went worse.”

“How?” He asked, an expression of disbelief on his face. Seras grinned, revealing a fang.

“I could've had to kill you too.” She said softly as she carried him out of the building towards the waiting Hellsing troops.

“Gee thanks. Makes me feel a lot better.”

~DeathLover~