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Midian Evolution	By : Savaial Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 35437 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, and I don't want to own. Hellsing is the intellectual property of Kouta Hirano. I have the utmost respect for him. I make no money using his characters.

Chapter List
- 1-Midian Evolution
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First of all, I want to apologize for not getting back to this story in such a long time. I can't even begin to go into the things that kept me ninety percent off the internet and this computer. Suffice it to say, they were mostly very bad. I shall attempt to not let that get in the way of finishing. Thank you, all of you, for giving me encouragement and feedback. I got on here tonight and was amazed at reading the reviews. It really, really helped. I can't say that enough.

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�Seras.�

I woke at the sound of my name. Master still slept, but he apparently dreamed of me. �Seras,� he murmured again. �I know.�

�Know what?� I whispered, crouching over his prone, lax body.

His eyes opened, but I knew he still slept. He had no comprehension of me or the room. �I know what it means to be human; you are teaching me.� Eyes closing again, my master fell back into deepest sleep.

I put myself beside him again and pulled the blanket up over us.

Master really worried me, sometimes.

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�We have a lead.� Integra handed my master a slim file. �Neo-Thelema member Paul Jhonas.�

Alucard opened the file and stared at the picture of a nearly bald, blue eyed man. I recognized him as one of the Nazi werewolves at Boleskine House. �I�ve seen him,� Alucard confirmed.

�So have I.� Integra ground out her cigar with an angry snap of her wrist. �He was one of the plumbers who installed Seras� bathroom.�

�A likely candidate for the regenerist serum,� Alucard said. �What do you wish us to do, my master?�

�Find him. Separate him from his disgusting friends, bring him here and lock him in the most miserable room we have.� Integra circled a day on her calendar before meeting our watchful gazes. �I want information on this group before we kill him. You�ll have to be quick, because we�re leaving the day after tomorrow.�

�For Istanbul,� I added. �Right?�

�Correct.� Integra half smiled. �Assuming I can make your master behave himself with the Ottomans.�

Alucard favored Integra with a thin smile of his own. �You can trust me, Master.�

�What about Angel Dust Anderson?� I asked. �We can�t leave him here, can we?�

�No.� Integra shrugged. �We�ll take him with us. I don�t like the idea of having my honeymoon ruined by a vitriolic priest, but there we have it.�

�Lovely.� Alucard grinned a full, toothy grin.

�So, we find this Paul Jhonas, bring him here, question him, then kill him,� I summed up quickly.

�Yes.� Integra lit an actual cigarette and kicked back in her chair. �I suggest starting with his last known address.�

Alucard bowed. �My master, Seras and I will bring him to you this very night.� He grabbed me by the hand and tugged me from the room.

�I know how to find this scum,� Alucard fairly snarled once we entered his private room. He strode to Anderson, who looked at him woozily. �Recognize this man, priest?� he asked.

Anderson frowned at the picture. �Paul Jhonas,� he said after a few seconds. �Lost his cassock four years ago fer twiddlin� an altar boy.� His eyes went up to my angry master. �What�s he got to do with annaethin�?�

�He�s the one who left regenerist serum as a gift for my sotia,� Alucard said. �Where do I find him?�

Anderson gave him a calculating, cagey look. �Ya want him, demon, I�ll take ya to him.�

�No, I want him alive, for torture,� Alucard replied, tossing the file onto his little table.

Anderson�s eyes began to gleam the coldest green. �What else?� he asked. �He�s in these werewolf attacks, too, isn�t he?�

�Apparently.� Alucard returned Anderson�s measuring look. �Why did Maxwell allow your de-frocking, priest?�

Anderson didn�t say anything for a full minute or more, just looked to the side and thought. Finally, he shook his head. His shoulders slumped a little. �I dinnae know, demon, unless �twas over my refusal to make Regenerators out of the orphanage boys.� He met my master�s eyes again, but seemed reluctant. �I know where Jhonas got the serum; the labs were burgled three weeks ago.�

�So, there�s more of this stuff floating round?� I asked, suddenly very worried. Master, what if they�re saving it to use against us? What if we have to dodge this serum every time we go after Neo-Thelema?

What indeed? I see no way around it, Seras.

�Aye,� Anderson answered me. �There�s about thirteen doses of the serum missing.�

Anderson and Walter should be immune, master mused.

He�ll never work with us!

Won�t he? Time teaches that an enemy can become an ally. Alucard reached down and unchained Anderson from the wall. �You�ll come with us, priest.� I felt him seizing control of Anderson, this time without sexual coercion but a rigid mental hold so tight I could almost see it.

Anderson gagged as he shook his head. Slowly, he climbed to his feet. �Why dinnae ye grab onto my mind all those other times, devil? If it�s so easy.�

�Where�s the sport in that?� Master grinned.

Master commanded Anderson to think of the last place he�d known Paul Jhonas. We faded out of Hellsing Manor, once again on the hunt.

I recognized our surroundings almost immediately. This was the village Master had taken Anderson from; I spied the familiar main avenue at once. The priest gazed toward a distant church. Eyes cold, he took his glasses off and wiped them on his shirt cuff. �I�ve never been able ta prove Jhonas has a bolt-hole here. I�ve searched and found nothing. But, I feel his taint in that holy place.�

Master shot a look toward his prisoner, a look of deep curiosity. �You want to get him, Alexander?� he asked, his voice smooth and temping. �Seras and I can make that happen.�

�How?� Anderson scoffed. �Ye canna even go in there, vampire.�

�You�d be surprised where I can go,� Alucard murmured in reply.

�Once ye�ve renounced the Holy Spirit, ye canna go inside a church,� Anderson insisted. �Consecrated ground isnae for the likes o� you.�

�That can�t be right.� I had to get into this discussion. �The vampire that attacked me in Cheddar Village, he cornered me inside a church.�

Anderson swung his attention to me. �I thought you were his childe,� he countered, poking his thumb toward my master.

�I am.� I grinned up at the thoughtful priest. �Master killed the freak priest.�

�And still turned ye inta what ye are?� Anderson looked toward Alucard sourly. �Ah knew it. Vampire whimsy. The older ye get, the more impulsive.�

�I bow to your superior knowledge.� Alucard slid a clip into his new gun, then checked the clip in his other. �Now, we�ll go inside the church. I�m eager for sport.�

We moved inside. Once in the inner foyer, Master drifted to the left. I noticed Anderson did the same, as if they both could sense the general direction they would find Jhonas. I saw Anderson also watching my master for signs of discomfort, but Master seemed just as natural as he always did.

I�d been born as a vampire inside a church; it didn�t bother me to be in here at all. In fact, it felt kind of nice. I sensed the residual faith, the hope, the sticky dreams and prayers that people generated.

A tremor moved through me. From far below came a sense of displacement, of wrongness. Master?

I felt it, too, Master said. �Anderson?� he asked quietly.

�Aye,� Anderson said, and though he hadn�t heard the mental communication between us, he knew what Alucard asked. �The reliquary,� he said. �I�ll lay odds that�s where the devil hides.�

�Gun out, Seras,� Alucard ordered softly. �Try not to shoot up the church, but don�t hesitate to make a good shot. I don�t want regenerist serum near us.�

�There�s no need ta hide,� Anderson said lowly. �Jhonas is a stinkin� coward. That�s why he chose little, defenseless boys to violate.� The ex-priest�s fingers twitched like he�d draw a bayonet, but he couldn�t, not with Master controlling him. �I�d like to cut him inta tiny, twitchin� pieces.�

You and the ex-priest share something, after all, my master mused, leading us toward the rear of the church. A connection you might use to bring him closer to our darkness.

Yes, Master, I thought to him. Why don�t you want me to shoot up the church?

Because it will make it that much harder for Anderson to respect us. Have no fear; I�m not going soft on God�s little shacks.

You really want him working for us, don�t you? I had to admit, Anderson would be a formidable ally.

He didn�t answer, but I hadn�t expected him to, because I hadn�t really meant my words as a question. I looked over at Anderson, struck anew by how large the man was. I thought we had the same color hair, which struck me funny. I grinned up at him, and he eyed me askance before turning his head to fully view me.

Not like that, Seras, Alucard said, chuckling. Now he�s just going to wonder what you�re up to.

We entered a dark hallway, followed it to the end, and began descending down dusty stone steps. No one came back here often, that seemed certain.

�Stop,� Anderson said softly. He closed his eyes. A shiver tore through him. I heard him make a slight gagging sound. �Abomination��

Master looked up, prompting me to also look. Above our heads was a crudely drawn symbol, followed by a swastika. I smelled old blood, spray paint and something else.

Anderson leaned on the wall, pressing his cheek to the stone. His hands spread out, fingers gripping. A shockwave of nausea shot through me, carried by light and the absence of sound. As I watched, the two symbols began to bleed. Unseen force made our space pulsate as Anderson began to mutter.

Holy power is interesting, isn�t it? Master asked me in a very pleasant, patient tone. Does it make you feel sick?

Faintly, I answered. Maybe not as much as it could. You told me I didn�t get sick, remember?

Yes.

The symbols dripped to nothing. Anderson sighed. �He�ll really know we�re here, now,� he said. �There�s no need ta be quiet.�

�He can�t get out somewhere?� I asked.

�No. There�s no way out but past us, and I�m sure not lettin� the animal past me.� Anderson straightened and took turns glaring at us. �Are we goin?�

As if Anderson had summoned him, Paul Jhonas burst up the staircase. Screaming, he attempted running past. I dodged at a flash of movement, and something splashed the wall behind me. In a half second I was tearing at my top, terrified I had regenerist serum on my clothes. I heard Master and Anderson shouting, Jhonas screaming even louder, and then, deathly quiet.

Since I�d not had the attention to spare, I�d missed seeing who got the dropping blow on our quarry. I didn�t really care; all I cared was that we had him, and that I�d gotten my top off.

Not that I liked standing around in my bra.

�Some sort of armor will be needed,� Master mused aloud, looking at the dampened wall.

Anderson picked up my shirt and held it before me. �It isna wet, wee vampire lass.�

�I�m not taking chances.� I folded my arms.

Master grinned. He grabbed Jhonas by the hair, though Jhonas didn�t have much. �Shall we go?�

Anderson seemed to look at my master a very long time. Slowly, he took off his long cassock and handed it to me without even meeting my eyes.

Dumb as I could be at times, I still saw the symbolism wrapped within the gesture. Anderson was a proper man, and he didn�t care for my being even partly exposed. Still, this was the symbol of his priesthood he gave to me. It was an unparalleled concession, especially for him.

�Can ye even put it on?� he asked softly, and his voice sounded utterly lost.

I took the warm wool from him and donned it, hoping Master didn�t get offended that I accepted it. It nearly hung to the ground on me. I buttoned the top of it and murmured a quiet �thank you�. I didn�t feel repelled by the thing.

Now I really want to violate you, Sotie. You look like a creature ripe for defiling in that holy robe. Master walked by us, dragging Jhonas. �Come along, Seras, Anderson,� he intoned.

I rolled my sleeves up and followed, Anderson at my heels.
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