Chapter 11: Showdown

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing.

Beelz dropped from the horse to land in a crouching position with his knife and gun out in his hand while his shades tipped forward a little reveal red wolf eyes. He sniffed the air the and then proceeded to stand up into a more relaxed position as he walked forward, his gun spinning in his hand like a revolver. Across from him in the distance was a man walked towards him, a big man in a leather trench coat that was probably a part of his uniform, and to his right was a priest in a long coat and glasses walking forward. When the three met they all stopped with a bit of distance between them, the exact amount for a gunfight as they looked at the direction that was not occupied by anyone. In frustration, Beelz howled to the moon, as if calling someone to join them and his call was answered by another howl from a creature that was not wolf.

"It's about damn time you joined us," said Beelz as he looked around the damaged rooftop that they were standing in, the fighting that was going on had caused a great tear in the city.

"Oh I was waiting to see if you would take on more than you could chew again," teased Alucard as he materialized through the roof and then nodded to the priest with glasses. "Then again, I guess Lady Hellsing and your keeper kept you on your chain for so long that the wild is out of your body now."

"Hell, there isn't a man or woman alive that can tame this wolf," retorted Beelz as he spun his gun one last time before putting it into a side-holster. "Right now we have a bit of a problem with the way we're set up, so I think we should attack in order so that no one fights anyone besides their enemy."

"So does tha' mean tha' one group fights while the other watches or one fights and moves out the way while the other attacks," asked Anderson as he pushed up his glasses and revealed a knife in his sleeve.

"The second one, this way we are completely sure that we are fighting who we want to fight and order can presume," replied Alucard as he pulled out his Jackal. "After all, we're not some pathetic mindless bunch of a ghouls, now are we?"

"I agree," said the Captain as he started to move his hand to his holster in a cowboy movie style. "Starting with me and my rival."

"Oh and I here I was missing you and as soon as we meet you want to fight," pouted Beelz in a mocking way before he reached for his own gun and flipped a coin up into the air. "We'll begin as soon as it hits the ground."

When the coin hit the ground it was on, Beelz running back and gunning while the Captain did the same, both using their speed to their advantage. Alucard and Anderson were facing each other in an epic battle with Anderson using his knives to cut through all of Alucard familiars before jumping up to try and strike at Alucard. Alucard let himself be impaed by it as he fired his Casull to blow a part Anderson's arm.

Meanwhile Beelz had brought his knifes out to start battling the Captiain who had assumed his werewolf state and was lunging at Beelz, who wasn't being given any chance to transform himself. Finally Beelz whipped out his gun to fire a burst right through the Captain, but it quickly healed and did little to slow him down as Beelz jumped from a building. Before he hit the ground, Beelz dug his knifes into the wall of the building and used it to swing to a ledge where he began his own transformation.

"Bring it," growled Beelz as he lunged at the leaping werewolf and the two collided in mid-air. The two fell to the ground, pummeling each other with their fists as they tried to gain the upper hand in the matter.

"I see you've gotten stronger since the last time we fought," snarled the Captain with a bit of a amusement.

"You haven't let yourself go either," replied Beelz as he flipped the Captain into a wall.

Just as Beelz was about to deliver a punch to him, he was knocked back one of the Captain's arms and then moved on the defensive to dodge the swipes of the Captain's claws while staying on his feet. With a quick flick of his wrist, Beelz managed to knock the Captain a bit off balance for the ledge they were fighting on, causing his opponent to lean too much to the side, but it left him open for a blow that knocked him off the ledge. Though he managed to land on his feet he was unable to protect himself from the kick to the side that sent him rolling into a car. He got back onto his feet to dodge a blow from the Captain and picked up his knifes as he threw them behind him to stab the Captain in his stomach. It didn't do much, but he was satisfied with at least causing the Captain to bleed a bit while he tried to find something. His enemy was hot on his tail, ready to bite if he slowed down any so he decided to move along close to a van, counting on the fact that he was less bulky, and slid under the van at the last second while the Captain burst through the van and stumbled a bit.

"Looks like I found myself a bit of luck," said Beelz as he picked up a black case and opened it to show a pair of brass knuckles with blades pointing out of them. He fitted his hands with the brass knuckles and started to move into a position of readiness.

The Captain lunged forward to try and strike at the more agile werewolf, but was caught in the jaw by one of the brass knuckles and was sent back. Beelz tried to follow up with another punch, but he was hit by a quick kick the stomach and then pushed down by the hulking werewolf with its jaws snapping for his neck. He could feel the sting of the werewolf's teeth digging into his shoulder as it tore into him, but he had just managed to push the blade into its stomach, causing blood to spray on his chest. The Captain howled in pain as he was pushed off to give Beelz room to breathe while using the wall for support as he picked himself up and walked towards his opponent while raising his fist. Before he could throw the punch, however, he was knocked into the wall and started to pound on the back of the Captain, who was digging his claws into Beelz's sides. With a growl, he picked the Captain up and slammed him down while stabbing with his blade.

"It will all be over," promised Beelz as he held the Captain down until he stopped thrashing and went limp.

Alucard fired the gun and dodged the blades that were being thrown at him by Anderson, each one only grazing the other as they fought atop to pile of dead ghouls that had amassed. Alucard had taken the form of how he was before he became a vampire, a beard gracing his face he adorned his old battle armor. Anderson whipped his blade around and struck at Alucard with the blade, the cutting edge managing to cut into his face a bit, but the wound was able to heal as Alucard fired another round in the paladin. The hole healed itself as Anderson continued to fling his blades and cut at Alucard, hoping to be able to cut him down some way.

The two fought for what seemed like forever until a lone gunshot rang out in the dark and Anderson fell back as a large round pierced his skull, one of the rounds that was designed to be shot by Jackal. Alucard turned around to see the Major Montana firing his gun at Alucard, the bullet running at a very fast pace, faster than if it was fired by the Jackal, but Alucard was able to dodge the bullet, but just barely. When he fired his own gun, he was surprised to find that something was deflecting his shots, a shield of sometime kind that was surrounding the fat ex-Nazi.

"Well then, it would seem that you are just ripe for the taking," laughed Montana as he started to load the rather curious gun that resembled a large contraption with a gun barrel pointing out of one end.

"Ya damned fool," said Anderson as he threw a blade right into the middle of the shiled that was hit by another bullet that forced it farther into the shield and then another bullet that pushed it in even more.

"You're overconfidence is you're undoing," taunted Alucard as he raised Jackal and fired the round right into the square of the pommel of the blade and send flying right through the shield and into the device, causing a large explosion that blew Major Montana out of his chair and his shield to break.

"How is dat possible," cried Montana as he tried to crawl away to another gun that was on the ground, but as soon as he touched it his fingers were crushed by a large boot on his hand.

"Everything you've done has been one big failure," said his former experiment, Brian, who was sporting a bandage over his head as he lifted the fat man up into the air and put a gun to his head. "After so many deaths have occurred, it's your turn to die! Your plan has failed!"

"Plan, who ever said anything about a plan," asked Montana as he just laughed and laughed.

"I believe you should deal with this one," said Brian as he dropped Montana to the ground and started to walk away while Seras stepped up to the Major with her fangs bared.

"Good evening, Draculina," said the Major as he laughed, even as she tore into him he laughed, ending only when everything else of the Major was gone.