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Moonlight Seductions	By : Sultry25 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 6219 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Twenty Three

The distinct click of the Jackal seemed overly loud in the sudden silence as Alucard snarled furiously and threw his empty
gun away from him. It landed heavily onto the wet grass just in front of the deserted clinic as Anderson raised his swords
and laughed mockingly into Alucard's face. "I have been engineered by the human race...to defeat vile monsters
such as you...Alucard!" he sneered hatefully as the cold raindrops splashed against the silver metal of his blades and
created a soft ringing sound. Alucard quickly reached down and curled his gloved fingers tightly around the silver handle
of his Caskull. "You think vampires...are the most vile of all monsters?" he growled harshly as he angrily ripped his gun
from the leather holster which sat low on his right hip and pointed it straight out in front of him. "You know nothing of
what the human race is capable of...the horrors that they inflict...with such sick fucking pleasure!" he snarled insanely
as he crimson red eyes filled with haunted visions of his dark and very sinister past. Anderson suddenly lunged forward
and brought his blessed blade down onto Alucard's outstretched arm. His shout of pain echoed throughout the village as
his forearm was completely severed from the rest of his arm. Gritting his teeth against the burning and excruciating pain
Alucard glanced at the blood spurting heavily from what was left of his arm and saw the raw flesh smoking as if it had
been seared with a burning hot blade. "You and your fucking blessed blades!" he panted harshly as he stared into the hate
filled eyes of Father Anderson. "Without them...you would be nothing!" he fiercely gritted between his fanged teeth as a
slow and evil smile suddenly curved his lips. "But, you're not the only one...who can regenerate" he sneered mockingly as
a wispy black cloud of smoke suddenly surrounded the bleeding stub of his arm and quickly took on the shape of it.
Alucard's evil laughter echoed around them as Anderson dropped his shocked gaze from Alucard's newly replaced arm
towards the severed arm which was surrounded by a puddle of dark red blood on the road. His eyes flared widely as he
saw a black shadow filled with glowing red eyes slowly slithering around Alucard's decapitated arm. He tightened his fists
around the hilts of his swords as the shadow slowly curled around the handle of the gun and eerily raised it up to
Alucard's waiting outstretched palm. As the shadow released its hold on the metal, Alucard curled his fingers around the
silver handle tightly and lowered his red gaze to the Caskull in his hand. "I do wonder if I should even use this gun at
all...since you seem to regenerate bullet wounds...it would be rather useless now wouldn't it? Perhaps...I should just sink my
fangs deep into your miserable throat...ripping and tearing through the vulnerable flesh until I had completely severed your
fucking head from your worthless body! Do you think you could regenerate that...Anderson?" he whispered insanely as his
soaking wet hair slithered all the way down his back to dip into the clear puddle of water on the cobbled road. His eyes
deepened into and even darker shade of red as a cruel grin slowly curved his lips quite insanely. "Well...shall we begin?" he
growled evilly as he bared his long fangs with a hiss filled with absolute hatred. Just before he lunged for the priest's
throat he saw Seras from the corner of his eye and suddenly shifted his wild eyes to the side and stared directly into red
eyes. "What the fuck are you still doing here?" he snarled angrily into her mind as the icy drops of rain splashed wetly onto
his pale face. "I told you to leave me!" he shouted angrily into her mind as she bent down and tightly wrapped her fingers
around the silver handle of his Jackal and tucked it down into the waistband of her short skirt. "Did you really think I
would leave you?" she softly whispered to him as she raised up and stared deeply into his glowing red eyes which were
slowly beginning to fill with crimson red blood. He quickly bowed his head and stared down into the clear puddle of water
on the road. "Don't you understand? You're too important to me...to risk..." he raggedly whispered to her as he slowly
raised his red eyes and glared into Anderson's sneering face through the soaking wet strands of his black hair. "Far too
important" he softly whispered as a single drop of blood fell from his face and splashed into the clear puddle of water at
his feet. "Now get the hell out of here!" he snarled as he suddenly lunged for the priest's throat. When Anderson's
vulnerable flesh was only a few inches away from his exposed fangs, Alucard leaned in and opened his mouth even wider
to sink his fangs deep inside. The sound of his teeth clicking together sounded in his ears as Anderson dodged his lethal
fangs and deeply sliced the left side of his face open to the bone. Blood gushed from the deep cut as his skin gaped open
to reveal the eerie whiteness of his cheek bone. Alucard jerked back and howled in misery as his face smoked as if it had
been seared with burning hot coals. Falling to his knees in agony he reached up and tightly held his hands to his bleeding
face as a high pitched scream filled with fury suddenly echoed around the dark village. Seras quickly ran towards Father
Anderson who was standing directly behind Alucard with his upraised swords and sank her clawed hand deeply into the
side of his throat. His exclamation of pain caused her eyes to glow eerily with malice as she quickly bent down and slid
Alucard's Caskull from his hip. Raising up she threaded her fingers through Anderson's blond hair and angrily jerked his
head back. As she pressed the metal tip of the silver barrel against the side of his temple she looked down at Alucard who
was still moaning painfully and pressed the gun even tighter against Anderson's head. "I know this won't kill you...but
seeing your brains explode from the side of your fucking head will amuse me greatly...Father" she whispered in a dark and
evil voice as she viciously pulled back on the trigger. The loud shot of the gun echoed around the village as blood and
brains splattered onto her pale and twisted face. A wet gurgling sound emerged from Anderson's shocked lips as she
tightly gripped his shoulders and forcefully slung him across the road. His back smashed into the glass window of the
abandoned cottage to the left of them and shattered instantly. As he landed heavily onto his back on the wooden floor,
glass shards rained down upon him and stabbed deeply into his flesh. "I may have underestimated you...my little draculina"
he gritted angrily through his teeth as he slowly closed his eyes and waited for his wounded body to regenerate...
Placing her hand onto the front of the thin folder, Integra glanced away from the rain splattered windshield and looked
down at the pale yellow folder in her lap. Sliding her hand to the edge she curled her fingers underneath it. Using the tip
of her thumb she slowly opened the folder which contained information on Iscariot's greatest weapon. Her ice blue eyes
were instantly held by the laughing green eyes of the tall blond haired priest. He was surrounded by children of all ages in
the small photo, which was clipped with a paperclip onto the top of the folder. Moving her eyes to the background she saw
that they were standing in front of a large and rather plain looking stone building. "An orphanage?" she softly whispered to
herself as she dropped her eyes from the picture to peruse the paper beneath it. Strands of her long blond hair slowly
fell over her shoulder as she bowed her head and read the information concerning, Father Alexander Anderson...

~Father Anderson appears to spend most of his time at St. Joseph's Orphanage. Deeply devoted to his duties as a
priest. Appears to be easy going and likeable, especially among the young children who seem to absolutely adore
him. I followed him one night and witnessed just how vicious and cold blooded he can be. When hunting the
undead his easy going facade disappears to reveal a true killer. Merciless, precise and completely unfeeling. An
expert with knives of any sort. He's very fond of two silver swords which appear to have been blessed by the Pope
himself. Has the ability to create barriers with the very pages from his bible which he always carries with him.
These barriers seem to prevent undead creatures from passing through them. His biggest advantage when
fighting these creatures though, is his amazing ability to regenerate any and all wounds. No weaknesses however,
could be found.~

Raising her eyes from the paper, she closed the folder and tossed it to the floor beside her. Reaching down she curled her
hand tightly around the jeweled hilt of her sword. "No known weaknesses" she softly whispered as she glanced down and
slowly pulled the sword an inch out of it's gold scabbard. Silver symbols writhed madly on the blackness of the blade as a
mysterious smile curved her lips widely. "We shall see about that" she whispered coldly as she suddenly glanced over at
Captain Bernadotte. "When we land...I want you to stay with the chopper...is that understood?" she shouted over the loud
roar of the rotating blades. "What? You're going to take on this priest by yourself?" he shouted back to her in confusion
as he looked over at her and suddenly met her icy cold glare. "Don't you dare question me Captain! You have your
orders...if you are as good a soldier as Walter claims...you will do exactly what you're told!" she shouted furiously as
she sheathed her sword with an angry snap of her wrist and looked away from him to stare out into the night sky...
Sliding the gun down into the waistband of her skirt, Seras quickly fell to her knees beside Alucard and gently wrapped her
arms around his shoulders. "Alucard, please, we have to hurry" she softly whispered as she gently pulled his gloved hands
away from his bleeding face and gasped in horror at the blackened flesh which continued to ooze with fresh blood. Pulling
him to his feet she led him down the cobbled road towards the church. Blood dripped from his chin to soak into his black
shirt as they finally reached the doorway. "Will my blood help ease your pain Alucard?" she softly asked him when he
lifted his hand to his slashed face and hissed painfully. "It would not heal me completely. but it would lessen the pain a
bit, yes" he whispered to her as he walked towards the wooden stairs that led up to the second floor of the church. As
she reached the top of the stairs she walked towards Alucard who was standing in front of a tall glass window at the far
end of the hallway. Staring through the glass window she saw Father Anderson stumble from the cottage door and walk
towards his blades which were laying on the wet stone road. Bending down he gripped them tightly in his fists and then
stood to his feet. He glanced around the village and suddenly snarled angrily as he raised his arms behind him and
sheathed his swords. Whipping his black robe away from his hips, he reached down to curl his hands around a thick black
book. "A bible?" she whispered quietly as she shifted her gaze to Alucard questioningly. "Yes, but why would he bring that
along with him?" he whispered softly as he continued to glare out of the church window. Turning her eyes back to the
priest she saw him open the bible and watched in shock as hundreds of pages swirled madly around him. "God damn him!"
Alucard snarled angrily as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist from behind and leaned down to whisper into her
ear, "Close your eyes" he softly whispered just before they vanished completely...
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