Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Stray Dog ❯ A meeting...sort of. ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Hellsing and all of its characters belong to Kouta Hirano, not to me. I am not making any money off of this piece of fanfiction.

 

Author's notes: Again, thanks for the reviews on chapter 2. I want to write “Please continue to enjoy this story.” Can you tell I've been watching too much anime lately?

 

 

 

Chapter 3: A meeting…sort of.

 

“Where the Hell is that big, dumb bastard?” Seras growled to herself as she scanned the dank alley below. He could be anywhere, waiting in the shadows to murder her. He'd already come too close for her liking, if the bayonet hilt protruding from her left breast was indication enough. He'd killed his prey in record time, and it seemed as though he'd finally make the decision to confront and kill her…not necessarily in that order.

 

She hadn't had time to dodge. The first indication that he had even thrown the damn blade was the searing pain in her chest as it pinned her to the wall. She'd managed to pull away before he came after her, but she hadn't had the chance to stop and dislodge the deadly weapon from her body yet. To stop for even a second may mean her death. She'd no doubt that Anderson could kill her, true Nosferatu or not, she was still young and weak compared to her former Master.

 

“Aren't you a little old to be playing hide and seek, Paladin?” She huffed, jumping to the next rooftop, all the while keeping eyes and ears open for any sign of the rogue priest. She stumbled and fell as she hit the tarmac, scraping her knees on the way down. She was getting weak. She needed blood; there was some in her pack, if only she had the time! She'd no idea where he was, right behind her, or three blocks away, she couldn't tell. The blade was so near her heart, her body wasn't working properly!

 

Seras crawled over to the far edge of the roof, scraping her bloody knees as she went, and peered over the edge into the alleyway below, intending to jump down and hide in the shadows. Her eyes widened, as they met with a most unpleasant surprise.

 

***

 

“Sister?” the elderly nun looked down to see a little pyjama clad Rosa, tugging anxiously at the skirts of the voluminous black habit.

 

“What is it, dear child?” She asked, her old bones creaking as she bent down toward the child. “Shouldn't you be in bed?”

 

“Isabelle is missing.”

 

***

 

Isabelle wasn't really very sure why she had decided to leave her room that night. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but after two hours of wandering the streets in a lost panic, she realized that it was the single worst decision she had ever made in her young life.

 

Scratch that. Walking down the dark alley just off the corner of 65th avenue was the worst decision she had ever made.

 

Isabelle screamed as a cold hand clamped around her wrist, dragging her into the shadows.

 

*

 

Seras looked down in horror as the three vampires grabbed the little girl off her feet, prodding and poking her like a piece of meat. This was bad. Very, very bad. “Shit!” she swore, looking down at the smooth wooden handle embedded in her chest. “Anderson would save her, rather than chase me, wouldn't he?” She frowned, peering over the edge a little more.

 

The little girl shrieked, causing her captor to drop her, and managed to run a few steps before being snatched up by another of the trio. Two men and one woman who stood silently, watching with an awful gleam in her eye. “Not fair,” Seras moaned, climbing up on the ledge and preparing herself to jump, “This is the worst possible time for this, you know.” She grabbed her bag and jumped, aiming for the vampire who held the girl tight.

 

The other man saw her descent and called to his friend, who looked up, snarling. Crap. He shoved Isabelle toward his companion at the last moment and reached up, grabbing Seras by the ankle, and swinging her through the air.

 

Well, at least she'd managed to distract him.

 

“RUN!” she screamed at the girl, flailing as she was swung round and slammed against a nearby dumpster. She rolled, snatching up a shard of broken glass from the ground, and sprang up, pouncing upon the vampire nearest her. “What the Hell's wrong with you, attacking a kid?” She hissed, aiming a punch for his face. She missed. He looked at her, surprised.

 

“'The Hell's this?” The vampire spluttered, casting odd looks at the blood soaked vixen, blade protruding from her chest. Then he just plain looked at her chest, a slow smile spreading across his face. “A lady vamp? Whaddya doing attacking us for? Why don'tcha join us, lovely?” He smiled slyly, invitingly. Seras looked at him, narrowing her eyes. She'd no idea what he was saying, his accent was so thick, but she could certainly take a guess at it.

 

“Sorry, but I don't associate with scum like you.” She growled, slashing at his face with her jagged glass, cutting her own palm deep as she gripped it. She managed to catch him in the eye, and he screamed, falling back as he clutched at his face. She took the opportunity to yank the hidden pistol from its thigh holster and aimed for his head. Just as she was pulling the trigger, the other vampire bowled into her knocking her to the ground. The sound of a bullet ricocheting off the brick wall rang in her ears. “Shit.”

 

*

 

Anderson's head snapped up at the sound of gunfire, and the scream that followed. A child's scream. He'd been on the trail of his shadow, but had lost her and was in the process of trying to find her again. But this was a child. This was more important. “May God guide me, that I may find that girl in time,” he murmured and crossed himself, before breaking into a run. Wind whirled around him, blowing pages to help speed him along his way.

 

*

 

Seras briefly noticed the female vampire's escape, but didn't have much of a chance to do anything about it, or even give wonder as to why she wasn't helping her companions. The other two were on her, tearing at her, trying to rip her apart. She dropped the gun, it skittered and bounced just out of reach. She groped vainly for it, stretching her fingers to their limit, but to no avail.

 

Seras shrieked as one of the vampires ripped Anderson's blade from her chest, only to sink it back down into her shoulder. A stabbing pain in her thigh, the blade plunging into her flesh, pulling out again to score across her belly. She clawed and kicked, lashing out, trying desperately to land a good hit on one of them. God damn that bayonet! If it hadn't weakened her so, these two would have been no problem at all! She was bleeding everywhere! Every time one wound managed to heal itself, the blade would cut in somewhere else. Her precious blood stained the ground, and her body couldn't keep up. Her eyes began to lose focus, and stars danced in her vision as one of her assailants slammed her head down against the pavement. Her skull sang with pain.

 

Seras began to wonder if this was where she would meet her end. She'd been told that there were few ways to actually kill a vampire, but she felt pretty damn close to dead.

 

Suddenly, the weight on her was less, and she looked over just in time to see a wash of blood splatter against the wall. A metal blade clattered to the ground next to her head, shining in the moonlight. That was the last that she remembered.

 

*

 

Anderson skidded to a halt outside the alleyway, blessed blade in hand. Quicker than lightning, he whipped it through the air, grinning as it made its target. Straight through the vampire's back and directly into its cold, dead heart. Bull's eye.

 

“Attacking a helpless Lass, are we then? Tha's no' verra proper.” He smiled coldly at the remaining demon, brandishing a holy bayonet in each hand. “Now, ye undead Heathen, ye'd best make yer peace before I send yer soul tae Hell!” He finished in a shout and sprang forward, charging the vampire.

 

His blood was hot, coursing through his veins in a mad rush as he slashed away, narrowly missing the vampire as it leapt back. “Fight all ye want!” Anderson laughed, spinning gracefully on the balls of his feet to face the night walker. “The end will be the same, blood sucker! I will deliver yer soul tae the Almighty!”

 

The vampire struck him, slicing a gash in his arm with its claws. He thrilled at the pain, his laughter growing louder as he felt the blood clotting in the wound, felt the torn flesh begin to knit itself back together. “Go ahead,” he taunted, advancing on the enraged and confused creature. “Cut me, slice me, draw my blood! It does'na matter, for I am His hand here on Earth. The wicked, I shall punish in the name o' God!” With one quick motion, he drew both blades inward around the vampire, slicing clean through the neck with one, while the other seared through the torso.

 

Father Anderson stood for a moment, grinning like a madman, as the enemy's blood dripped down his face. His favourite moment of the fight was the silence after the kill, when he could bask in the feeling of delight at having sent another devil to hell.

 

A soft moan broke him from his reverie, and he turned around to see the young woman lying unconscious, face down on the ground. “Well, let's see wha' they did tae ye then, aye?” He said to her prone form, walking over in a few long strides. “A pretty wee lass,” he grasped her shoulder gently, to pull her onto her back, “hate tae have tae dispose of…ye…too…” His jovial words slowed to a halt as he laid eyes on her face. “It's ye.” He was puzzled for a moment at her presence, but then brightened, too cheerful for someone covered in blood, and summoned a bayonet into his hand. “Well tha' certainly changes things a bit, aye?” He placed the tip over her heart, noting the gash from earlier with a slight “tsk” and tensed his muscles, ready to plunge it in.

 

“STOP!” He started in surprise, cutting Seras' flesh a little as he turned to watch the little girl step out of the shadows.

 

“Wha? Wee Isabelle?” He blinked owlishly, shocked to see her little form, covered in blood and dirt.

 

“Please don't kill her!” She stepped forward, hand reaching tentatively toward him. She stopped, plainly frightened and confused to see the gentle Father Anderson, poised to kill her saviour.

 

“Isabelle, ye dinna know what she is.” Desperate thoughts raced through his mind. She wouldn't understand all this. She'd be lucky to make it through tonight with her sanity intact.

 

“Yes I do! I do…but she saved me.” Alexander made a move to speak, but she cut him off with an emphatic plea. “Please, Father Anderson, she saved me from the other ones! Please, you have to help her! Please!” He grimaced, watching the little girl plead with him. She was such a troubled little thing…probably wouldn't do to stab someone through the heart right in front of her. He glanced briefly at Seras' prone form, and sighed deeply. Damn this soft heart o' mine.

 

“Och, fine,” he grumbled aloud, picking up the limp little vampiress, cradling her in his arms. Damn, but she was heavy. “But I'm no' making any promises. I'll help her for tonight, but tha's it.” She nodded, looking up at him with her big doe eyes, and he felt himself melt a little. He waited for a moment while she disappeared into the shadows for a moment, returning with a bundle.

 

“Thank you.” She said, putting on the filthy coat she had retrieved. She had squirmed out of it earlier, in an attempt to get away from the vampires.

 

“So ye were running away then?” he asked after a moment of walking, eyeing the small backpack she held.

 

“No. It's hers. She dropped it while she was saving me.” Isabelle's eyes alighted on the blond head of her saviour, and she beamed. “She was so cool.”

 

Alexander sighed and shook his head, frowning down at the half dead girl as he adjusted her weight in his arms. Alucard's child. Alucard's damn daughter, and he was letting her live because he had a soft spot for children.

 

“Well, let's be gettin' back then. Sister Mary Robert will probably ha' noticed ye're gone and will be worrit sick.”

 

 

 

 

 

Well, that's chapter three. I think it's a bit shorter than the others, sorry for that! Also, I apologize for my suckitude at action scenes…hopefully they'll get better :D Thanks for reading and please think about leaving a review!