“Are you sure this is the right way to aim…?”
On the rooftop of the two-story house, the policewoman clutched her heavy sniper rifle nervously. Even with Fang Mo’s earlier pointers, she still felt uncertain. In fact, thanks to him, her concentration had been broken—by now, the fleeing enemy was even farther away, making a successful shot less likely.
“If you were still human, it’d be a problem,”
ca Alucard’s low voice. “But you’re not human anymore, so you’ll be fine.”
“Exactly, girl,”
Fang Mo echoed cheerfully. “You’ve given up your humanity already.”
“Not human…”
Sothing clicked for the policewoman then. It was as if her blood awakened; once she realized that fact, her sapphire eyes instantly turned a deep crimson, pupils thinning into slits. Her senses were skyrocketing.
Suddenly, the night around her lit up like day. Everything was crystal clear—even a leaf’s veins, hundreds of ters away, stood out in perfect detail. Guided by pure instinct, she squeezed the trigger. With a thunderous crack, the massive round roared forward in a blink, nailing the fleeing female vampire dead-on.
The bullet tore through her back, instantly shredding flesh and muscle before obliterating her spine. In one brutal mont, it pulped her heart, lungs, and ribs in a bloody whirlwind.
She had been running—right up until the second her chest exploded into a blossom of gore. Chunks of bone, shredded at, and fragnts of her clothing flew everywhere as her body ragdolled across the ground, rolling for several ters.
The vampire woman tried desperately to crawl. But with her heart destroyed—her source of power—her strength rapidly drained away.
“H-How… impossible…”
Her face twisted with fear and frustration. Just hours earlier, she’d been butchering innocents and guzzling their blood. Now she’d ended up like this in under half a day? She couldn’t accept it.
Before she could even finish that thought, a second barrage of thunderous gunshots cracked through the air from afar.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets carrying trendous force tore into her skull, spine, and legs, turning her into little more than a mangled heap of flesh.
“Nice job, Police Girl,”
Alucard said from atop the house, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Yeah, that’s how you do it!”
Fang Mo chid in approvingly. “In fact, that’s the only way.”
“It’s… it’s over…?”
Hearing their words, the police officer seed dazed. She stared at the massive sniper in her hands. “It’s such a heavy weapon, yet I barely felt any recoil. It was all muscle mory—my vision was so strange. What… what’s happening to my body?” ＲΑΝօꞖƐṦ
“This is just the beginning,”
Alucard said with a grin. “It’s the starting point of your very long life as a vampire.”
“I…”
She looked conflicted, still struggling to accept her change.
But at that mont, a shout ca from below.
“All done yet?”
Integra stuck her head out of the car window. “We’ve got a new situation… if you’re finished, hurry down here!”
“Eh—?”
The policewoman reacted instinctively: “Uh—yes, ma’am!”
“All right, let’s go,”
Alucard said as he hopped down from the roof. “Looks like we won’t be getting any sleep tonight.”
“I don’t mind,”
Fang Mo remarked lazily as he retracted his giant bow and followed.
With a small jolt of surprise, the policewoman jumped down as well, landing firmly on her feet. She stared up at the roof, a good few ters high, with a complicated expression—clearly, she was no ordinary human anymore.
Still, she quickly joined the group, and they all piled back into the car. The instant they were in, Integra stomped on the gas. The engine roared as she spoke in a grave tone:
“Ireland’s got trouble, and it looks even worse. A vampire there’s trying to create an army of ghouls. Their local forces are about to be overrun…”
“Ghouls?”
The policewoman froze. “Isn’t that—”
“Exactly. What happened in Cheddar Village.”
Integra kept her eyes on the road. “You were there; you know how bad that got. Now imagine it happening in a city instead of so remote village. If those ghouls spread, we’re screwed.”
“T-Then we need to stop it imdiately!”
the officer said, voice taut.
“I’ve already called for a helicopter.”
Integra steadied one hand on the wheel while taking a heavy drag from her cigarette. “We’ll switch over at a spot a few kiloters ahead. Then we’ll fly straight in…”
“Oh, a helicopter, huh?”
Fang Mo perked up. “Ti for those vamp scum to witness my martial prowess!”
“…What crazy plan do you have now?”
Integra grumbled, throwing him a weary look. But with no ti to argue, she could only mumble a halfhearted complaint and focus on driving.
The rest of the trip was uneventful. Soon enough, they transferred to a military chopper and rushed to the scene. Turned out the trouble spot was an old manor. Thanks to a quick response, the vampire threat was contained inside. But the local police couldn’t break through. Their first SWAT team had gone in and promptly got turned into ghouls, so the standoff continued—a waiting ga neither side was eager to break.
“That’s where things stand,”
said the police captain on-site, explaining the situation to Integra. “We can’t get past them, so it’s up to you guys now.”
“Oh, that’s easy,”
Fang Mo said, patting his chest. “Give a few minutes, and I’ll have this sorted out.”
“Huh? That fast?”
The captain blinked in surprise. He didn’t know the details, so he just nodded politely. “Well… if you can, please do.”
“Sure thing.”
Fang Mo returned the nod, then turned toward the manor.
“Wait just a second,”
Integra called out. For so reason, she had a bad feeling. “What exactly is your plan?”
“Fire Release,”
Fang Mo said, ignoring her. He inhaled deeply. “Majestic Destr—”
“STOP RIGHT THERE!”
Integra’s face darkened as she yelled at the top of her lungs. “Alucard! Police Girl! Stop him!”
“?!”
The policewoman flinched but hurried over anyway, grabbing Fang Mo from behind in an attempt to restrain him. Alucard did the sa, slapping a hand over Fang Mo’s mouth.
“What the hell, guys?”
Fang Mo knocked Alucard’s hand away irritably. “Aren’t we here to kill the vampire?”
“Sure, but that’s just a bottom-tier freak. No need for drastic asures,”
Alucard said with a grin. “The house itself hasn’t done anything wrong. People worked hard to build it—would be a sha to burn it down.”
“Exactly,”
the policewoman chid in. “Please, Mr. Two-Headed Ogre, calm down!”
“Maybe you think leaving the house is a kindness, but I call it efficient,”
Fang Mo shot back, shrugging. “And by the way… stop calling Two-Headed Ogre.”
“Huh? But Miss Integra told that’s your na…”
The policewoman trailed off in confusion.
“Let think up a new alias…”
Fang Mo waved dismissively. Between everything else, he wasn’t in the mood to re-explain it to her. “Anyway, you folks want to handle the vampire? Then get on with it.”
“R-Right,”
the policewoman said, finally letting go of him.
“Good grief…”
Integra sighed. She had no idea why this guy was always so problematic, especially with so many cops watching. It was flat-out embarrassing.
With that minor fiasco settled, Alucard and the policewoman made their way into the old manor. Inside, a swarm of ghouls had apparently been gathered by the vampire, but they hadn’t spread beyond the property, so it wasn’t too dire yet.
Against that many ghouls, Alucard’s gun was a one-shot, multi-kill affair. By contrast, the policewoman was struggling—mories from that village still haunted her. She couldn’t bring herself to pull the trigger right away.
“They were human once… right?”
She stepped back, voice trembling. “If we kill the vampire, can’t they… turn back?”
“No.”
Alucard dashed her hope with a swift reply. “Whether they’re turned into vampires or ghouls, there’s no reversing it. Police Girl, if you’re scared, just think of them as puppets. Make it easier to pull that trigger.”
“Huh, well, I guess they could be turned back, but…”
Fang Mo rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then shrugged. “Nah, never mind. Alucard’s right. Just take them out, Police Girl.”
“Puppets… puppets…”
Seras kept muttering to herself, working up the nerve. Finally, she squeezed the trigger. Thanks to her powerful weapon, clearing out the ghouls was surprisingly quick. Soon enough, they’d taken down the entire horde, including the lead vampire, giving Seras a asure of relief.
“Whew…”
But right at that mont, the nearby window shattered. Out of nowhere, a flurry of flying pages whirled into the room, nailing themselves to the walls. Instantly, bright golden light blazed forth.
“Wha—?”
Seras, seeing such a strange phenonon for the first ti, froze.
Whoosh!
A split-second later, a longsword shot out of nowhere, piercing her from behind at the base of her neck. The gleaming blade sliced through her throat and tongue and jutted out from her mouth. And it didn’t stop there. Within monts, more than a dozen swords ripped through the air, stabbing her one after another until she resembled a porcupine, run through from every angle.
“...Eh?!”
Alucard’s expression grew dark at the sight.
“Consecrated longswords…”
He narrowed his eyes, noticing the golden inscriptions on the hilts. “And that formation just now… The Church, is it?”
Right on cue, heavy footsteps echoed from around the corner. A tall, imposing figure erged into the moonlit hallway. He wore a blue-white overcoat, with a priest’s vestnts beneath, a crucifix hanging at his chest. The light from behind obscured his face, revealing only a faint outline of round glasses reflecting a cold glow.
“We act as agents of God, enforcers of His divine punishnt on earth!” the newcor declared, voice tinged with frenzy. “Our mission is to wipe out all fools who dare defy the Lord—down to the last scrap of flesh! Aaaaan!!”
With a mad snarl, he raised two longswords, one upright and the other inverted, crossing them in a rough approximation of a crucifix. His murderous intent radiated plainly.
“So it’s the Church, then.”
Alucard’s grin glead with savage excitent. “Vatican Section XIII… Iscariot. Didn’t expect to see you here.”
“So you’re Hellsing’s pet vampire?”
the tall priest sneered dangerously. “Alucard, was it? A bloodsucker serving humans—don’t get cocky. I’ll send you back to dust, you blasphemous abomination!”
“Ugh… it hurts…”
Just then, a weak groan ca from the floor—unbelievably, the policewoman wasn’t dead despite being impaled by so many swords. She tried in vain to stand, but couldn’t. Finally, she managed to raise her head.
“Is that… a priest?”
Her vision blurred. “But… there are two priests…?”
“Two?”
Alucard blinked and glanced around. Sure enough, Fang Mo was now standing next to Seras, wearing a flowing white robe and holding so strange tallic implent. And, for so bizarre reason, there were two holes in his hands.
“???”
Even Alucard looked montarily dumbfounded.
“Police Girl,”
Fang Mo said with a serene smile, ignoring everyone else’s shock. “Call Integra up here. We’re about to et God…”
“…”
The tall priest on the other side finally noticed Fang Mo as well, and he hadn’t expected to see such a brazen, sacrilegious display. For a mont, he was speechless.
“…I’ve changed my mind,”
the priest muttered after a beat of silence, lifting his swords yet again. “Forget the vampire for now—you are going down first, you insolent bastard.”
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