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[ † ] Oaken doors swung wildly on their unoiled hinges as the Priest emerged from the threshold of sanctuary in a billow of grey and streaming purple lining, a dark wave passing over his countenance. Something thick, like mire, hung heavily in the air, almost stale but also oppressive like the dry insides of an empty tomb. Sturdy and immovable though he be, even the clergyman was not impervious to what hideous phantasms twisted beneath the plagued circuitry of the city, writhing eagerly to ensnare their next victim.

. . . Suffocating.

Ear-splitting screams that pierced, shrieked, and tore their way to the very hollow of his spirit faded away into something far worse...Dread. An ill feeling stuck through sinew and coiled tendon, gouging forth trepidation more potent than the nauseating stench of Death.

Decay. Rot. All withereth. All fadeth away.

Though the rays of day soaked upon his head they did not penetrate his mind. 

What now?

What will you do...

The monster's right HERE, Catholic!

Sweat began to dribble slowly, and then to pour down his temples, hand shakily sliding against his paling brow.

Green hues electrified and widened, tinged with straining red veins. His breathing turned ragged, and he unsteadily weaved forwards towards the bleak ruins of the cemetery, seeing yet unseeing in what could only be a living nightmare imprinted upon his retinas.

Midian. Midian. MIDIAN. 


Capture Director Sir Hellsing. I want her alive.

[ † ]


[ † ] The Regenerator blindly slammed his fists into a massive slab of granite until knuckles bruised, and distinct indents chipped away the weathered headstone, the communicator shorting out as it tumbled down into the darkness of an open-faced grave. [ † ]


Date: 2010-04-21 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arthur is just sprinting down the sidewalk from the high school towards the Marshall apartments.

After seeing Walter, the most sane of them all, trying to cut himself into ribbons the Hellsing Patriarch doesn't know what to think anyone. He needed to get there fast before the old man did anymore damage.

To cut the time he decided to cut through the grave yard, which was probably the worst idea he has had all night.

"...What the cuss?" He paused for a moment, finally coming to a spot a few yards away from the Regenerator, only now it isn't the Scottish priest that he sees, but his father.

It seems that the ghosts are continuing to mess with his mind.

"Will you not just leave me!?"


Date: 2010-04-21 03:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Popping knuckles and bone realigning retreat from the facing of the rock, and the Paladin turns swiftly at the sound, teeth flashing into that horrible grin.

Pupils contract to mere pinpricks the instant shining lenses catch sight of Hellsing's Patriarch, a flickering cloud thicker than a smoke screen drawing across his vision to hide the true appearance of man and replace with the visage of his late successor.

"Babylon...Sae ye've coom after all. Dinna think ye'd be sae foolish as tae show yer face 'ere."

A shifting gait, and he begins to shuffle towards the other with sinister intent, blinded by whatever illusions beckoned him into thinking that Arthur was in fact the Master of Monster known none other as the Iron Maiden.

"..Leave ye...? Ye ken when thaes began where the stones were bein' cast, Jezebel."

A quiet snerk when his silhouette casts the other in completely in shadow, broad torso bending enough to meet Hellsing Senior eye to eye.


Date: 2010-04-21 03:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Babylon...? Jezebel?

What in the world was he talking about?

Arthur did his best to stand as tall as he could, and he was by no means a short man, but with this man he seemed so small in his shadow.

"If anyone had been casting stones, it's you." His bright blue eyes narrowed as he took a step back.


Date: 2010-04-21 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"O ho ho ho ho! Feech..Strong words fer ae Protestant wench."

Hot breath expelled from the furnace of his bronzed lips ghosts Arthur's strong cheekbones, and a crazed look comes over him, teeth gnashing. Feet move forward to regain what was lost, fingers outstretched to catch the other roughly by the wrist and use the momentum of his limb to swing him around and shove the Englishman up against the granite monument until his feet dangle off the ground.

"Provoke mae agaen, ahn ah'll break ye tae pieces. Now. Director...Tell mae where 'e es."

Edited Date: 2010-04-21 04:08 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-04-21 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
What. The. Hell.

Did his dad just call him a wench?

"W-what the hell are you talking about?" He couldn't help it when his voice cracked, standing against someone that was suppose to be long gone. The fact that he could feel the man's breath on him...that shocked him.

This man was real. There was no other explanation. How else could he have shoved him like that?

"What the cuss...!?" He growled before he made a move for his gun. "You drunk old git!" He shouted before he fired a shot at the man's stomach.


Date: 2010-04-21 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
At point-blank range there was no possibility of avoiding Arthur's aim, however misjudged. The sheer power of the 9mm cartridge alone caused the bullet to literally rip through his abdominal cavity, and a shocked look briefly registered on the Regenerator's face though he barely flinched. A clean discharge.

A spiral of blood sprayed from his mouth and dribbled down his chin, only making him more ghastly than he already was.

"Think...Ye...Can stop mae...wit' joos' thaet, ye foul harlot", he laughed as the blood poured from his mouth, "Ah'll have 'im. Ye canna stop mae frem thaet!"

Thick fingers fist through the other's short locks and pull taut, the opposing hand pulling forth a blessed blade to press it against the other's jugular.

Re: [Action!]

Date: 2010-04-21 05:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arthur's eyes widen. He was still able to talk? How!? The man had just been shot in the gut!

He whined when he felt the man's hand on his hair. One of his arms immediately when up to the priest's arm to try and pry him off of him.

How was this happening? Alucard had said this was a fake, but he felt everything. He felt the blade against his neck, his skin growing hot as a thin line of red started to form across it.

"S-shit!" He didn't remember his father being this strong, he needed to get out of here.

He quickly flipped his gun, not wanting to waste anymore bullets and made a move to pistol whip Anderson across the head, while his leg stretched out to kick him.


Date: 2010-04-21 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The tread on his boots kept him from sliding when the impact of blows began to rain down upon him, vice-like grip unrelenting despite the tiny spurt of crimson that splattered Arthur's face in a diagonal stream when the blunt end of the gun bludgeoned his temple.

The man might as well have been striking a steel wall for all the good it did him, the high end of adrenaline keeping the Paladin erect. Where most men would have faltered the Knight persevered. Against demon, against heathen. He was a force to be reckoned with.

Jerking slightly the Iscariot was far from defeated by such cheap tactics, brute strength keeping the other pinned between the rock and his own mountainous form.


Date: 2010-04-21 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well shit. That didn't work out at Arthur has planned it.

Arthur leaned his head and neck back as far as he possible could, but he still felt the sharp sting of the blade against his tender flesh.

Was his father really planning on killing him? He knew he was never a real son to him, but wasn't this going too far?

"Father, don't!" He finally chocked out.


Date: 2010-04-21 06:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Please, Teacher!

An echo of the past . . Familiarity . . A voice to shred all delirium and sing mournfully into his abysmal soul. Realization dawned on the clergyman and he stayed his hand, hesitation creeping into his ruthless visage. Where hardness had carved jaw and scarred flesh uncertainty now surfaced, the beast slowly lowering the man down in a daze.



Date: 2010-04-22 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Like the outcries of tortured myriads from the gaping bowels of Hell, a furious roar shuddered the tombstones and the ashen remains that lied beneath them. The very sound of ferocity would strike the priest with all the power of an oncoming battering ram. A blur of bright red sanguine and a streak of fiery crimson that blazed in a wild beast's eyes solidified as a crushing force upon Anderson's torso.

The frenzied vampire, called by his master's peril and the seals screaming in his ears, howled in the priest's face as impaling talons pierced the brawny flesh of his shoulders, and serrated teeth gnashed out Alucard's hellish umbrage mere centimeters from his face.

"Dare you to sever another hair upon my Master's flesh and I will send you squalling into the trashfires of Gehenna like the Bitch you are!!"
Edited Date: 2010-04-22 03:22 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-04-22 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"Al...ucard?" Arthur blinked a few time, his eyes trying to focus on what he was seeing, and his brain trying to process it.

Alucard just tackled his father.

...What the shit?

He kind of wanted to just yell about how he was right, about how his father was back and Alucard was wrong, but this was not the place for it.

He didn't really know what to order the vampire, the man just tried to kill him but he didn't want Alucard to do the same.


Date: 2010-04-22 05:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

The sheer impact would have had much lesser men retching doubled from the pain, or left with crushed organs or shattered ribcages. As it were, the Priest was much hardier than the average hunter despite the wounds he'd already sustained, so when the No-Life went barreling into him at the speed of a small freight train he miraculously managed to lift an arm to catch his holy blade edgewise against venom-saturated fangs, silver rattling in an attempt to push back.

Twinges of ache pulled coiled ropes of abdomen sinew tight, and another burst of agony swept through the Judas as bursts of crimson spurted forth in renewed pressure; He growled defiantly through firmly gritted teeth, the unexpected assault leaving his defenses flawed but at least slightly better than having no defense at all.


Date: 2010-04-23 04:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Silver met steely ivories in a clash of sparking razors, yet as the vampire's mouth was pried open, the feral shout of the berserker paladin beneath him was muffled by the barrel end of a the Black Jackel.

Vile dead blood slicked down the Priest's blade as the irate Nosferatu grinned fervently with a maw full of a burning blessed blade. The vision of Anderson's mouth gagging around his own weapon prompted a stirring his loins, and drew him to cock back the slide with a foreboding click.

Blood and saliva dripping jaws, clamping down upon that bayonet, managed to hiss through scalding lips.

"Good bye, my fr~riend."


Date: 2010-04-23 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It was always the Frenchman's luck to walk in the the weirdest shit. This was especially true when a certain vampire was involved. Even with that in mind, he was not expecting to walk in on Alucard with the barrel of his gun jammed down Anderson's Seras's throat with the acting Hellsing hand looking like his world had gone on some crack trip.

It took a moment for it all to sink in, and when it did there was a burst of activity. Pip had a gun in hand, quickly cocked and ready with the aim trained on Alucard's head.

"Oi, ze 'ell do you think you're doing?" And without another thought, he pulled back on the trigger. Poor bastard likely just signed his own death warrant.


Date: 2010-04-23 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Arthur scrabbled to his feet as soon as he saw Alucard point the gun at his father he didn't want him to kill the man!

He found it rather amazing that Alucard would actually stand and fight him.

"Alucard don't!" He shouted out, reaching his arm out towards them as if that would stop them. He opened his mouth to speak again but he cut himself off when he saw the french frog come out of no where and shoot Alucard in the head.

This night was just getting weirder and weirder.

"...WHAT THE CUSS WAS THAT FOR FROG!?" He shouted angrily at the french man. Yes Arthur might have done the same thing to stop the vampire....but only he could shoot him.


Date: 2010-04-23 05:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Lips barely fit around the metallic ebony girth, and he strained to retain his footing, the dark tendrils of hellspawn trailing down to barely graze his sweat-glistened skin. Whatever vengeance had possessed the vampire trickled through his blood-sworn enemy, splintering bone and chilling marrow until Father Anderson's lungs threatened to rupture from a lack of oxygen flowing steadily through his veins.

Tension spiraled, gloved fingers fisting the side of a crimson jacket roughly while the bayonet was shoved through tender gumline. One bullet to send him on to his Maker..That's all it would take in this vulnerable condition. Lord have mercy on the Priest's soul, but he would not relent. Not now. Not in the clutches of his most hated foe.

, those vibrant viridian eyes seemed to say, lips quivering in angry rather than fear.

Should the Lord decide his fate rested in the hands of an abhorrent monster, then he would gladly accept as long as he could take the vile creature with him!

Fingers slicked in blood slipped slightly from their grip and the blade was knocked askew, prompting him to jolt from their deadlock with head raised...He was about to--

. . .

A resounding 'bang', and the whizzing of a bullet being lodged into the tyrant's brain caught the man's attention, glancing slowly towards the braided mercenary who'd come to his aid.


Date: 2010-04-23 05:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Blood, bone, and slithering dark matter sprayed from the vampire's skull as the armor-piercing bullet ejected through his forehead. There was only a buzz of annoyance from the meager loss of blood and the distraction the mercenary cost him before he turned in a flurry of red-hot furor, hellborn eyes locked on the soldier of grand misfortune.

So close to the climax... only to be walked in on...

So even the frog had lost himself. That was the last of Hellsing. How Alucard of all of them had managed to stay in the semblance of sanity was ironic enough to send him to a third death. There was no time to even gloat over his prey locked in a lewd embrace with him, before he went to draw his second silvery fire-arm to shoot Pip's knee-caps out, not only for his offense, but to keep him from wasting precious ammo in his apparent insanity. . .


Date: 2010-04-23 05:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.


Alucard's aim wound never find it's mark as the casings of blessed silver from a cross of San Giovanni cathedral, ripped through his body and exploded out the his crown, rib-cage and torso till the weapon they were fired from was near empty. Standing with a smoldering Vatican issued 45. magnum glock was the Archbishop in the shadow of a toppled grave-cross.

"Anderson! Withdraw immediately!!"

Was his stern shout, trapped in the madness of Midian all around him. In Maxwell's eyes, Alucard's minions were roving all around them and the creature was about to deliver the deathblow upon his top subordinate.

The Vatican would not stand for this humility!
Edited Date: 2010-04-23 06:01 am (UTC)


Date: 2010-04-23 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Pip could only stare as the world exploded into fire, rounds cutting through Alucard with far more power than he could hope to have at the moment. Hell, the Vatican may have caused a ton of trouble, and Maxwell likely hated his sorry ass to hell and back, but the support was welcomed in his delirium.

"Mignonette, you're all right non?" Oh the poor man saw nothing but his draculina when he went to aid the paladin, such a strange night this would be turning out to be.

[Action!] 10,000 DELETES LATER......

Date: 2010-04-23 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Where the hell were all of these people coming from?

First the frog and now the crazy catholic.

While Arthur only shouted at the French man for firing his weapon at an ally, Maxwell was a different story all together.

Within seconds Arthur had his Luger aimed and fired at the Archbishop's shoulder.

"No one shoots my vampire but me."

[Action!] We love you long time? :3

Date: 2010-04-23 06:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Shadows passed and writhed away from him like so many whispering sinners hidden behind a sunlit confessional; Eventually, the shredded opaque tendrils lost their potency and ripped away, the shroud having slipped permanently from Alucard's icy fingers.

When his arch-rival fell away the spell that had enwrapped him faded to tatters, Deliverance lifting the veil from his mind. Having come so close to feeling Death's true embrace shocked his system into bypassing whatever hellish machinations drove them to lunacy, temporarily saving him from a fate far worse than what the vampire had had in store..

Archbishop Maxwell's intervention stirred the Priest from his stupor and he wobbled forwards, fully intending on reaching the other Catholic's side come Hell or ...

Another shockwave that was felt rather than seen spread throughout the chaotic scene as the Behemoth clergyman lunged through sheer will alone between the path of the Bishop and the intended slug, stiffening under fire when it tore through the sinew of his pectoral in a spinning arch of dark vermilion.

He stood upright for several seconds with a strange little smile flickering briefly over his lips, then staggered back, and lurched to the side, teetering on the precipice until at last he simply couldn't hold himself up anymore.
Edited Date: 2010-04-23 06:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
That wasn't the only movement to be had. If it had been possible, Pip would have moved into the bullet's trajectory too. As it was, the clergyman had n edge in speed, and Pip couldn't beat a speeding bullet.

So, he could only watch as the bullet went straight through his illusion of Seras, and slide into position to catch 'her' when 'she' fell.

"Omph. What ze 'ell is going on 'ere?!" He choked out as he caught the full weight of the Paladin, and slid to the floor.

His gaze was frenzied, trying to figure why Alucard had targeted Seras in the first place, why she took a bullet for a goddamn Catholic, and when she had come to weigh a good deal more than he could ever remember her weighing before.

It just...made absolutely no sense.

[Action!] sorry for my lateness! D:

Date: 2010-04-27 04:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
To the vampire it was like he was trapped in one of his absurd dreams, unable to awaken from opium-laced the madness.

"Enough of this!" A fierce shout cut the scene as redhot as the bullets that had been shot needlessly between them all.

First priority was always first.

And the Master's ultimate safety was always that. Leaving the delusional mercenary to his hairy girlfriend, Alucard shook off the molten silver that seethed his insides, vowing to turn the Catholic prat into ribbons the next time the Paladin was out of earshot of his girlish screams. In a stream of blood of shadows he leapt towards Arthur and into him, hauling him up and dashing with him back to the apartments.

He would be sure to tie him up along with Walter to keep the both of them from killing themselves whilst Hellsing's legacy crumbled around them.


Date: 2010-04-27 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It had all happened far too fast for the Archbishop to register. no sooner had he filled that infernal demon with several 45. caliber blessings, gunfire was raining in his direction. Only what hit him was a rain of blood specking across his pale cheek as his subordinate threw himself into the hail... and collapsed into the arms of that... that...

"Father.. you.."

Midian took such a drastic change in that moment. Should not his Betrayer of Betrayers have let him to be riddled with pikes? Left to die in a heap of writhing undead corpses? Wasn't that how it went!? The stark bemusement had Maxwell crippled in judgment, vernal instinct to clutch to his rock and savior over-riding everything.

In the flighty crusader's mind, Alucard's minions were receding with their master's flight, and he grasped to Anderson's shoulder to tug him up in the mercenary's grasp.

"God help us.. drag him inside with me!" Perhaps the man had defunct from the organization, there was hardly time to ask, let alone did he care for anything but the priest's survival.
Edited Date: 2010-04-27 04:56 am (UTC)

[Action!] /made of fail >> Sorry guys OTL

Date: 2010-05-10 02:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Pip decided not to ask questions. It would be better not to know why the Archbishop was asking for his help, nor would it do him any good to ask why the hell "Seras" was being referred to as 'him'.

He chalked it up to the lot of them being nuts and simply did as was asked of him.

It took a few tries, but he was finally able to properly shoulder the dead weight of the body in his grasp and started to drag them off inside.

[Action!] /Also fail..\

Date: 2010-05-20 07:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Metallic vermilion stung his nostrils, and he gasped, trying to catch his breath. The impact had left him temporarily stunned, though he still clutched a broken bayonet in his fist and held it over his chest as though it might defend him from whatever lay in wait.


He gritted his teeth at being moved, pain shooting up from every nerve in his body.

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