Chapter Six

Third Person POV

Three days later…

Hans Günsche sighed as he kept his half-lidded gaze unfocused on the bottom of the white, porcelain tub in which he was currently showering, the German keeping one arm extended out in front with his palm planted flat against the cool, tiled wall so he may momentarily take his weight off of his legs and further relax.

Hans had just received his orders to travel with Walter to intercept Millennium's Doctor and put a stop to his madness once and for all, thereby exterminating every last remaining member of the Nazi Battalion - the ultimate last resort still plaguing the Hellsing member's mind was how Hans was to surrender to the Doctor should the situation seem hopeless and it was the only way to ensure a non-violent stalemate with Sir Integra.

Hans heaved another great sigh, mentally berating himself for even considering surrendering to that madman physician who was convinced that he was due his own pound of flesh…Hans' flesh, for Hellsing's recent apprehending of Walter C. Dorneaz.

Things would get set right…they had to.

This was Hans' chance to save Sir Integra and the rest of the members of the Hellsing Organization by making sure that every possible enemy and adversary that they might face would be permanently silenced.

Hans had to protect Sir Integra, who meant so much to the practically spared and reborn German now under her authority; Hans also had to protect Walter…and try with every means of his power to prove to the now younger Englishman that he truly was sorry for what had happened between them in the past and that he wanted them to be on different terms now.

Walter's previous words and mannerisms had taken the ex-Nazi quite off guard that night in the Hellsing corridors, but Hans genuinely wanted for Walter to feel comfortable around him and not like he had something to prove.

From so many weighty thoughts, it was impossible for the German to make quick movements underneath the hot, soothing rain of the water, as Hans could not help but consider this very time in the shower as a sort of break – a break from the burdening world and all the misguided and problematic people in it; all of his problems, his up-coming mission that might cost him his life, everything…was somehow made able to be regarded as little more than fairytale as he just stayed still and let the warm water massage his shoulders and run down his back.

"Come now, what is that look for…?" a cool, timbered voice suddenly sounded from behind the naked, soaking German who had only just let his arm drop from the shower wall so he may stand upright, "You seem troubled, Hans."

Hans knew that his expression was probably that of a saddened puppy, and he was secretly grateful for Alucard's unexpected presence in his own, private shower, as the vampire always found some way, be it through his passionate words and kisses or just because he cared, to make Hans feel better.

Hans carefully turned around in his spot, facing away from the large, round showerhead from up above, and gave a small smile at the sight of Alucard's bared, sheet-white, and impossibly toned body before him.

Alucard was practically glowing in Hans' eyes as his alabaster skin seemed to blend right in with all the surrounding white off the shower walls and frosted glass door beside them – the vampire's highly contrasting, jet-black hair short and asymmetrical around Alucard's pleasant, patient face as his unruly locks were starting to get saturated and heavy with the water pouring from overhead.

Hans lifted up his tanned, dripping arms and easily wrapped them around Alucard's neck, bringing the two, soaked men closer together as Hans briefly nuzzled the vampire's shoulder before speaking.

"…not anymore," Hans answered Alucard's earlier observatory statement as he lifted his head and looked Alucard right in his pale, startling handsome face - Alucard's arms loosely encircling around Hans' waist as he understood that his lovely German was feeling better just because he was there with him now.

Alucard could feel Hans' warm breath ghost over his throat as he closed his eyes and leaned forward, his arms unconsciously squeezing the German to his body a little more, as both men lovingly pressed their wet, dripping lips together in a chaste, understanding kiss.

Hans purred quietly against Alucard's sinfully sweet and intoxicating mouth before obediently parting his own lips and letting Alucard slip his warm tongue inside his mouth to deepen their passionate, welcomed kiss.

Alucard groaned wantonly into their kiss, sliding his hands down Hans' slick, slender back so he may knead the German's supple, tempting ass while he unabashedly explored Hans' mouth, tasting everything he had to offer, and delighting in all the little noises and sounds he could elicit from the werewolf from merely kissing him.

Hans was melting at an astounding rate from feeling Alucard squeeze at his ass as he was, and could not help but slip his fingers up into Alucard's silken mane of inky black hair, as he returned the vampire's almost savage kisses by suckling on his pale, bottom lip suggestively before plunging his tongue inside Alucard's mouth so the two, sensitive muscles may fight and battle for a delicious dominance even though the German was willing to submit every time to Alucard's silent wishes of him.

Suddenly, Hans felt two of Alucard's fingers rub teasingly at his moist entrance, making him gasp and unintentionally break off their kiss in favor of arching back against Alucard's hand.

Alucard smirked, baring only one of his deadly fangs, as he eyed the werewolf whimpering at his touch, begging without actually asking for what he really wanted, as the vampire felt his already awakened arousal pulse with more urgent, growing need to have this impossibly alluring man before him.

Hans looked absolutely beautiful as he gasped sharply for air once more upon feeling Alucard finally oblige him and insert two fingers inside of him, the German's hands holding onto Alucard's arms for dear life as he felt himself being stretched under the warm, sizzling spray of the shower.

"You're trembling, baby…"Alucard cooed playfully, sinisterly as watched Hans' erotic expressions change from utter, unspeakable pleasure to slight but pleasing discomfort as Alucard slowly worked his fingers in and out of his sopping wet lover who was just as erect as he was, "…don't worry, I'll make you feel better soon."

In hurried movements, Hans craned his head back up towards Alucard and quickly sought out his lips once again, claiming them brutally, lustfully, as he panted out, "Please…I need you…right now, Alucard."

Alucard, forever completely defeated by Hans' sweet, sweet begging no matter what else he may have had in mind, could not help but swiftly pull his slick fingers out of his lover with a feral growl sounding in his throat, and hastily spin the German around so that he faced the white-tiled shower wall.

Hans sexily bent over on his own, offering up his stretched, dripping ass to the onlooking and practically drooling vampire, as he placed both of his hands on the wall out in front of him for support, and said huskily from over his shoulder, "Do it…please, Alucard."

"You never cease to amaze me, Hans," Alucard commented good-naturedly as he gave his own erection a few pumps in his hand before lining up the enflamed head of his member with Hans' pink, tempting entrance.

The water from overhead had slightly cooled, but it was a welcomed sensation to the positively ignited bodies still in the shower, as Alucard quickly snapped his hips forward to completely bury his long, rigid length inside Hans' warm, gripping body that seemed to beckon him in even further as the German arched his back and moaned loudly from experiencing so much, so fast.

"You feel so good..."Alucard purred, feeling as though he had already reached some kind of glorious heaven from just being connected to his perfect lover.

Hard and fast, just like how Hans had wanted it, Alucard drove his weeping member in and out of Hans' delightfully quivering and clenching entrance, able to feel when his silver-haired experienced pleasure before actually hearing Hans moan to the ceiling and mindlessly spread his legs even farther apart for him.

Hans' hands slowly slid down the moist shower wall, the strength of his arms allowing him to properly handle the staggering, soul-shattering force with which Alucard was thrusting inside of him, as his moans began to topple over one another, making him sound even more provocative, even more desperate for the man behind him.

Alucard's hands were holding tightly onto Hans' narrow hips, enabling the vampire to give sharp, quick pulls to the German's lower body in order to forcefully make him meet his thrusts, all of which about had Hans seeing brilliant waves of color flash behind his eyes as his prostate was struck over and over by such ministrations.

Knowing that he was mere seconds away from reaching his peak, as Alucard's rough, demanding sex was proving to be far too wonderful and pleasing to the German to withstand at great length, Hans urgently freed a hand from the wall and grasped his own straining length bouncing in between his legs.

The werewolf immediately arched his back, making his body rise up a little from his bent-over position, as the German fervently stroked his own member, adding even more cracks of lightening to course throughout his overly-sensitive body in the most mind-breaking of ways that made his toes curl and his testicles tighten with even more pressing need.

"Ahh…Alucard…mmn…"Hans warned in a long, labored moan as he fisted his leaking cock with almost harsh treatment, desperately teetering on his personal edge of completion as he felt Alucard purposefully drive his solid length in especially rough a few times in response.

"Ohh…right now…I'm about to come inside you," Alucard purred, his baritone voice a mixture of sultry pants and sexual grunts as he continued his brutal pace of thrusting his swelling length inside Hans whose trembling had only increased as he felt his vampiric lover also become insatiably close to his reaching his climax.

Hans initially grit his teeth but quickly relaxed his expression to that of sheer, blinding ecstasy as he squeezed his ass hard around Alucard's cock as his own length erupted line after line of creamy, incandescent essence that sprang out across the bottom of the porecelain tub before already getting depleted by the raining water.

After only another few, sharp thrusts inside Hans' quivering form, Alucard released his own seed deep inside the German's entrance, coating his warm insides with his white, sticky substance as the vampire tipped back his head, his pale, wet lips parted in a silent moan, and trembled upon feeling his climax completely riddle through his systems and shake his very being.

"Mmn…I love it when you come, Hans…you always squeeze me so tightly," Alucard wickedly informed his lover with a taunting smile as he carefully pulled his moist member of of the German's leaking entrance.

To Alucard's delight, Hans stood upright and turned around so he may face his vampire counterpart once more, a single, silver eyebrow already raised as Hans also could not help but smirk at such playfully sensual words that made his cheeks burn brightly.

"Then why don't you…"Hans began, his voice as smooth as silk as he cooed his words to his lover and draped his long, tanned arms on top of his shoulders, "…make me squeeze you again..."

Forever loving how mind-warpingly demanding Hans could be regarding their sex, Alucard quickly seized both of Hans' legs in his hands and effortlessly hoisted the slightly shorter German off of his feet so that his broad, tanned back was perfectly pinned up against the shower wall.

"Is that a challenge, my dearest Hans Günsche?" Alucard chided, his blood-red eyes narrowing dangerously as his smile only widened across his sheet-white features, both men's arousals increasing exponentially from the compromising position they were now in; the smell of steam-laden sex still thick all around them as they were so close to each other that their noses touched.

In a wordless, equally playful response, Hans clutched onto Alucard's shoulders, and kissed him fiercely; telling him without verbal communication that he needed him, that he would never tire of their passionate time together, that he loved him.

Alucard leaned his weight into Hans in order to keep the German successfully sandwiched in between his body and the wall, as he kept his grip tight on the bottoms of Hans' thighs; Alucard's erect length touching Hans' stretched, twitching entrance once more.

By now, the water from the shower was as cold as ice, but neither man paid this fact any mind, as Hans practically assaulted Alucard's delectable, addicting mouth with his own, loving it when he made the vampire purr and groan into their fiery kisses.

Suddenly breaking off their red-hot kiss which left both men panting hard, Alucard breathed out to the German, "I love you so much…"

Alucard inched his pulsating cock up into Hans' spread entrance with a deliberately slow scoop of his hips, just to make the ex-Nazi shiver in his arms and cling to his wide, pale back even more as he felt himself being filled again.

As if in total compliance to Alucard's most secretive, cognitive thoughts, Hans' body had initially stilled upon being breached again, but the experienced German quickly relaxed his muscles and allowed Alucard to fully sheath his throbbing cock inside him once more before a measured, cherishing pace of Alucard easing his length in and out of Hans' enveloping, textured heat was set – the German already groaning out in lustful appreciation of their continuation to make precious, meaningful love to one another.

Alucard kept his drenched head lowered, letting his lips rest against Hans' slick collarbone, as he made long, lingering thrusts inside his arching, panting lover that seemed particularly unable to stop from gripping at his shoulder blades in small attempts to deal with so much consuming, fulfilling pleasure that blanked his mind and overtook his every fiber.

"Promise me…that you'll come back to me, Hans…"Alucard softly growled against Hans' throat, seemingly knowing of Hans' upcoming mission, as the vampire's hands were growing restless on the German's legs as he picked up his pace and thrusted their hips together harder, faster.

Hans' response was immediate, as the German hoarsely moaned out to the brightly-illuminated ceiling, his fingers returning to Alucard's strong, sturdy shoulders now that he was pounding his length into him faster.

"…p-promise…ahh…I promise…Alucard, don't stop," Hans moaned loudly as he relished in the sensations of having Alucard practically have his way with his own body, the vampire moving Hans' own hips to and away from his sharply penetrating cock as he pleased in order to coax both men to an unbelievable end that was rapidly approaching.

Suddenly, feeling all his accumulated, tingling bundles of pleasure that had pooled low in his hot, throbbing groin almost painfully beg him to claimx, Hans threw his arms out wide from Alucard's back, one landing firmly against the adjacent shower wall while the other was planted against the cool, glass door – Hans' body arching beautifully as his head tipped back against the white tiles as his lips remained parted.

Alucard lifted his head up from Hans' throat, intent on seeing the heavenly man before him while Hans was at the very apex of his passion as the German could not help but mouth moan after moan, followed by countless pleads and calls of Alucard's own name; the vampire's thrusts inside his lover mindlessly becoming much more frantic and desperate as a result of seeing such beauty reach godliness.

"Alu…card…oh my God…I'm coming…!" Hans voiced as he scratched his nails at each of the surfaces his hands were still pressed against, his whole body shuddering dramatically as Alucard arched his own back and took in the full view of his sexy werewolf climaxing all over his finely-muscled stomach as he kept his own cock thrusting heavily up into Hans' contricting, vice-like heat.

Alucard kept his pale, perfect hips moving as he felt his own release positively tear through him only a second or so after Hans had announced his own attainment of that blissful, sexual high; the vampire sort of giving his hips a little shake which, in turn, made Hans' hips shake from side to side as Alucard completely emptied himself inside his lover once again, loving it always.

Both men were panting hard, their eyes barely able to stay open from the remarkable, boneless fatigue that was claiming them, as Alucard carefully set down Hans' legs, prompting the German to look up and seek the vampire's half-lidded gaze with his own.

Under the chilly spray of water, Alucard met Hans' gorgeous gaze and brought a hand to the back of the werewolf's liquid-mercury mane so he may tangle his fingers in the sopping locks before charmingly bringing their foreheads to rest against each other.

Hans closed his eyes, adoring the feeling of Alucard's long fingers sifting through his hair which about had him asleep on his feet at such a comforting touch, before Alucard quickly placed a kiss to Hans' forehead to gain his attention.

"You gave me your promise, Hans," Alucard informed the German soldier with a surprisingly tender smirk that spoke volumes more than what his actual words out loud could, "…remember that."

Despite feeling so unbearably tired from the general, physical requirements from their lovemaking, Hans also felt indescribably refreshed…happy…loved.

Everything that he had been worried about prior to this…just could not even compete with how wonderful he felt as he looked upon Alucard, Alucard looking upon him as well, with fresh thoughts whizzing through his sated mind about how much he cared for Alucard…and how much he had meant his promise to return to him.

"I will," Hans replied happily, a breathtaking smile on his handsome face as he reassured the dark-haired love of his life currently standing in front of him, secretly worrying about his German behind those soul-piercing red eyes that were lost in the rare display of such marvelous cheerfulness, obsessed with him behind his oftentimes haughty words and playful antics he would use regardless.

God help this world should Hans break his promise…and not able to return to Alucard's side after all.

The world would see a whole new evil it had never known before – Alucard would make sure of that.

X

Several hours later…

Dressed and ready, armed and silent, Hans kept as his white-gloved fingers interlaced and in between his knees, almost as if in quiet prayer, as he remained in the passenger seat next to Walter C. Dorneaz who was driving the car towards their destination of Canterbury, just a little ways southeast of London.

Hans knew that his twin Jericho M13 assault handguns were fully loaded with devastating jacketed soft point rounds attached to his waist, his Hellsing uniform was perfectly pressed without so much as a single blemish, and that Walter was currently bringing him closer and closer with each passing second to the one person, the one remaining Battalion member, who could very well end his life.

Perhaps Hans really was praying as he only focused on keeping his breathing measured and relaxing, his mind collected and calm as he stayed silent until spoke to.

"So…you and Alucard, eh?" the former Hellsing butler suddenly spoke up to his companion as he kept one black, fingerless gloved hand on the leather-bound steering wheel while his other held a cigarette up to his lips.

"What?" Hans asked, half-way due to his genuine miss of the newly-rejuvenated man's question as well as also being a little perplexed at the parts he did manage to hear, "…oh…yeah."

Walter blew the smoke out of his lungs, his navy-blue eyes watching the road out ahead of them as he continued to drive down the lengthy but scenic routes towards Canterbury, saying, "I see. Well, I guess it can't be helped, then…"

"What do you mean?" Hans asked innocently, still keeping his features schooled and stony as the upcoming battle was still weighing relentlessly on his mind no matter how much he wanted his and Walter's conversation to make him feel better.

"I'll have to give up on you," Walter clarified with a small, theatrical sigh as he quirked his lips into a playful smile around his cigarette, "…pity."

Hans chuckled softly in his throat, actually able to do so since his and Walter's conversation was starting to lighten his stress if only by a little; just the pure act of talking freely with someone else was edging on relaxing to the werewolf in such a high-strung moment.

"Sorry," Hans commented teasingly, a small smirk tugging at his lips as his hardened, concentrating features began to smooth out and he began to experience a unique but highly valuable peace before the storm.

At this, Walter laughed out loud, having to take his cigarette out of his mouth before doing so, as the butler had not seen Hans' little jab of humor coming at all, especially since he had been acting like a statue since they had left the estate.

"Don't worry about it; I think I'll manage. You know, I have always fancied Seras…" Walter confessed good-naturedly to the tanned ex-Nazi beside him as he replaced his cigarette back in his mouth.

"She likes you," Hans added, his smile only growing as he absorbed Walter's carefree, grinning face and sparkling eyes, almost as if the pair were not heading off to do what they were in the first place.

"I know," Walter chuckled before adding jokingly, "…just make sure you're not around when I'm with her so she'll only be able to look at me."

Both men laughed at the implications of Hans distracting Seras too much for Walter to have a chance with the female vampire as they were only another half an hour outside of the war-stricken and largely demolished town of Canterbury.

"Walter…"Hans started but stopped in order to receive acknowledgment before continuing saying the thought that had been nagging in the back of his mind for the passed couple of days.

"Yeah?"the butler replied patiently as he finished his cigarette with another exhale of musky, grey smoke before crushing the remains in the attached ashtray located in the center console.

Hans steadied his words, his gaze, his whole world before speaking his next words, needing for them to come out right without any mistakes since Walter needed to know how sincere he was being with him right now…no more jokes.

"You have my word that I will protect you," Hans told the young male by his side earnestly, his smoldering rose-colored gaze practically able to melt icebergs as he kept his gaze intently on Walter's profile.

Walter spared him a slow glance before returning his eyes and attention back to the road before saying just as seriously, "I know you will."

Satisfied and immensely relieved to hear that Walter understood his sincere valor towards his safety, Hans let his gaze fall from the handsome youth as he also looked out ahead of them towards the road – no more words being spoken by either man as they finally reached their destination with their hearts and minds full of various, inexplicably personal reasons why they needed to be there and do what they were planning to do.

X

The streets of Canterbury were in utter ruins, possibly worse than what either man had seen since the horrid war between organizations and factions had started.

Where classically constructed, white-walled and brown-trimmed buildings and residences once stood proudly, only a few blocks of charred foundation were able to be seen lining the pathways around the famous town.

Even further out into the distance, Canterbury's once-beautiful cathedrals that had had intricately designed towers that dotted the skies and shaped the landscape around them now lay in piles of dirt-covered rubble and debris that greatly cluttered the area.

Hans and Walter had been carefully scouting the seemingly detonated area for a short while, looking over their surroundings with keen senses and narrowed, troubled eyes as they sought any kind of information as to what the morbidly crazed Doctory might be planning for their arrival.

Perhaps it was because there were the faces of some buildings still left intact and standing around this particular spot, Hans and Walter soon found themselves walking towards a paved clearing, possibly some center of town where intersections ran which provided them this huge, square empty space.

Suddenly, Hans' hand shot out towards Walter as he said, "Walter, stop!"

The latter instantly halted in his tracks just as the German had ordered him to, his senses on full alert now that Hans seemed to be onto something.

The werewolf sniffed the polluted, foggy air once more, just barely able to identify a variety of scents that assaulted his senses, immediately recognizing that that was why the Doctor had wanted for them to come out to this place – Hans' sharp senses had been thrown off from so much fresh smoke and charred, crumbling buildings that he had not realized this scent until it was too late!

"We're surrounded!" Hans yelled towards his teammate which was immediately followed by a multiple barrages of the solid concrete below them start to shatter in areas as hoards of masked vampire experiments came up from underneath the ground to encircle the pair.

The vampire freaks' eyes burned a bright red against the blur of black from their armor as they stood closely together in a large but intimidating circle around the werewolf and the butler, who were instantly on guard and ready to start eliminating the unholy mob.

"Very nicely done, finding me out, Captain," the Doctor suddenly praised as he effortlessly stepped passed his small army of brainless, bloodthristy miscreants as he clapped his plastic-gloved hands together a few times, "I have been expecting you."

"Walter…"Hans whispered to the smaller man at his back as he kept his narrowed eyes glued to the disgusting view of the blood-spattered and smiling Doctor out ahead of him,"…I'll leave the vampires to you…Angel of Death."

"Understood," Walter stated firmly before turning back to his end of the gradually enclosing rows of black-clad monsters with a cool, wicked smirk on his face as he lifted up his gloved hands and then moved them apart, making the electric-blue of his microfilament razor wires briefly glint as if in some maddening prelude to his bloody intentions.

Hans clutched his hands into fists as he started his transformation into a werewolf, the physical change of his body's structure extremely painful as the Captain had his teeth grit as his body was quickly covered in a silver-white fur, his face elongated into a snout, his large, broad shoulders bursting out of his Hellsing uniform.

Hans had slightly bent his rapidly transforming body over, bringing his large, furry arms in front of his lowered face before he had changed all the way into a large, powerful werewolf with a long jaw full of razor-sharp teeth, and furious glaring eyes.

The clothes previously adorning his torso now lay about his waist in tatters, some hanging strips of beige and white still tucked into his dust-colored pants, as Hans finally unclenched his strong, curved claws and brought his arms down to his sides in a frightening display of sheer, raw power and bloodlust.

"It never gets old, seeing you do that, Captain," the Doctor said evenly, having watched Hans' brief but intense transformation with a smirk on his face and a bright white glare shining from his multi-lense glasses.

Hans arched his extraordinarily muscled back and howled angrily, making the bleak and tortured town practically tremble under such force, before Hans suddenly dashed from his spot towards the insane Nazi physician.

The Doctor, however, had anticipated a hasty frontal attack and easily stepped out of the way, making Hans blindly swipe his threatening claws towards the Doctor's position before turning around to face him.

The Doctor was surprisingly light on his feet, dodging another one of Hans' brutal attacks that would have surely torn out most of the Nazi's chest – the blonde-haired man reaching a steady hand into the pocket of his stained laboratory coat as he backtracked another couple of steps to be out of Hans' wide, ferocious reach.

Quickly, Hans utilized his and the Doctor's new positions to leap onto a side of one the nearby buildings that the Nazi had unexpectantly walked towards, before using his leverage and attacking the Doctor from above, his out-stretched hands pulled back at his sides in order to deliver the most bone-shattering blow.

The silver and white-coated werewolf buried his claws in the Doctor's sides, knocking him flat on his back with Hans squatting menacingly on top of him, roaring in the Nazi's pained face and letting some of his saliva drip from his fangs onto his glasses.

However, taking Hans completely by surprise, the Doctor chuckled despite his pain and suddenly stabbed something into the werewolf's arm.

Hans howled and backed off the Doctor who was quick to get back to his feet, a wide smile splitting the Nazi's lips as he clearly ignored his injuries as he watched Hans pull out the small syringe that he had just put into his arm, the liquid having already been drained into Han's body.

Hans growled, holding onto his arm, until he quietly gasped in shock and fell to his knees in horrible, mind-breaking pain.

"Tsk, tsk…"the Doctor mocked as he inched closer to the werewolf whose body was vastly being turned back into its human form against Hans' will, "I expected so much more from you, Captain Hans Günsche. Oh well…"

Hans was lying on his side on the concrete, wide-eyed, sweating profusely, and panting for air as he could feel his veins burn with whatever he had been injected with, making him unable to sustain his werewolf form by compromising his own molecular blueprints.

Hans had barely even known that the Doctor had approached his lying form until he felt a sharp kick to his face that made him forcefully turn over to lie on his back as his body continued to go from partially werewolf to human in a painful, agonizing display.

Pow!

Hans immediately coughed up massive amounts of dark, crimson blood that spattered out of his mouth and onto his throat and face as he felt his human form grow heavier and heavier, the blinding, white-hot pain in his chest from where the Doctor had just shot him already dulling somewhat as the rose-eyed man knew that he was losing too much blood and probably could not regenerate since he had already been made not to transform.

Wispy, grey lines of smoke sizzled out of the barrel of the Doctor's Mauser C96 handgun as he only kept it pointed at Hans' bleeding form for a moment longer before informing his ex-comrade plainly, uncaringly, "Actually, on second thought, I think I shall kill your little friend first. He seems to be taking out my minions quite quickly. You…stay right there, ja?"

"W…wait…"Hans whispered, wanting for his voice to be louder as he watched the Doctor place his military gun up by his shoulder, pointing at the sky, and disappear from view to, no doubt, go over to where Walter was.

Hans gingerly turned over to lie on his side, a hand coming up to instinctively press against the large, gaping wound in his scarlet-stained chest to try to assess the damage, as he made himself take deep, measured breaths in order to deal with the pain and keep his senses intact.

You have my word that I will protect you.

Hans squeezed his lovely, wine-hued eyes shut, recalling his own words that he had said so firmly, so confidently to Walter only a short while ago…when they had been in the car and chatting casually…just like friends.

I know you will.

Hans opened his eyes.

Meanwhile, during the entire time Hans had been fighting with the Doctor, Walter had been swiftly diminishing the vampire's numbers, executing the large, drooling brutes with fluid grace as he manipulated his invisible wires to cut through freak after freak with an almost heinous elegance.

Walter had his gloved hands spread far apart before quickly swiping one of them downward while the other was raised over his head, not unlike the rather artistic pose of a professional tango dancer, before he swung them both up high like the ending, crescendo note the maestro would give to his orchestra – the former Hellsing butler far too distracted in his magnificent bouts of killing his enemies to notice the blonde-haired madman approaching him from behind.

"You know, I have always hated you…"the Doctor stated very matter-of-factly as he was finally standing directly behind the black-haired young man with his gun still at attention up by his shoulder while he spoke.

As if in slow motion, Walter still had his wires strung about the crowds of vampires before him, but upon hearing the Doctor's cruel words, he turned around with fright in his dark blue eyes as his brilliant mind immediately assessed that he could not dodge an attack from the Nazi at this close of range.

"Please give my regards to the Major when you seem him in hell…"the Doctor continued as he began to slowly bring down his gun towards the shocked Englishman in front of him.

Suddenly, in a blur of movement too quick for anyone's eyes to process, a menacing, bloody figure appeared behind the Doctor, one hand gripping tightly around the Doctor's wrist that held the gun as Walter could only see one, penetrating eye from over the Doctor's shoulder.

"You…don't touch…him…"growled an incredibly venomous voice before the sound of a sickening crunch rang out in between the three men; the Doctor crying out in a choked scream as Hans broke his wrist in half.

Walter's eyes widened as he watched the Doctor's hand hang limply in Hans' grasp, the gun falling uselessly to the ground below, before Hans let go of the shatter apendage and instead used his hand to grab a fistful of the Doctor's straight, blonde hair and rear his head back.

The Doctor was panting hard, managing to say in pained voice, "W-what are you doing?!"

In purposefully languid and taunting movements, Hans retrieved his standard-issued Nazi military knife with his free hand and brought it up to the side of the Doctor's exposed and vulnerable neck, his tanned, blood-streaked face unmoving and fearless behind the Nazi's trembling form.

"Auf Wiedersehen…"Hans said in a deathly timbered voice before he slowly dragged the long, jagged-edged knife from one end of the Doctor's quivering, screaming throat to the other, making blood that was supposed to be moving inside still-connected arteries and veins spray into the air with nowhere else to go.

The Doctor's painfully severed head dropped from his shoulders onto the ground, followed closely by the crimson-stained Nazi weapon never to be picked up again, before Hans let the rest of his failing body follow suit; only then did Hans relax his overly-tense muscles and systems…now that his mission was finally over.

Walter's eyes widened in utter horror as he finally witnessed the dire state his German comrade was in as Hans took a few steps back before falling onto his knees, breathing shallowly as he kept his warm but unfocused eyes in Walter's general direction as he continued to kill off any vampires that got too close.

"H-Hans!!" Walter shouted, seeing him fall to the ground, before rushing over to his side.

Walter's movements were urgent but careful as he knelt down beside Hans and gently turned him over onto his back so he may observe his wounds and talk to him – worry written all over the former butler's usually easy-going and relaxed face as he watched as Hans could barely keep his beautiful eyes open and that his breathing was quite labored.

"Hans! Look at me…stay with me, alright?" Walter voiced desperately as he efficiently lifted his attention back to the approaching remains of the vampire mob and swiftly eliminated them with a snap of his tightly-drawn strings.

"…poison…"Hans said as clearly and as loudly as he could manage, despite so much pain, so much tedious fatigue wearing him out and making him feel impossibly incapacitated and helpless.

"You've been poisoned?! We've got to get you out of here…" Walter exclaimed, freeing one of his significant and deadly hands so he may retrieve his celular phone from the inside of his jet-black vest, already dialing Sir Integra's direct line so they may be transported out of this area and back to the manor as soon as possible.

"Are you…alright?" Hans asked weakly, drawing in another precious breath of air as he closed his eyes in the pain that it brought him as the act made his deeply wounded chest extend and contract.

Walter lowered his phone and looked Hans squarely in his face, his eyebrows drawn together in the middle but the set of his jaw was gravely serious as he replied to the man lying beside him, "Yes…all thanks to you, Hans. You saved me…"

Hans blinked slowly, processing Walter's sincere and heart-felt words spoken so kindly to him, and was just about to say something in reply…but suddenly, could not findthe strength to do so.

"Hans? Hans!!" Walter shouted again in the German's abruptly unmoving and serene-looking face before returning his phone back to his ear and yelling that he needed help now…Hans was not breathing.

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…his body is rejecting the venom…assaulting his genetic codes…need to operate now…

Hans could not recognize that voice. It was a deep, older baritone, not unpleasant in nature, but the way it was used in such a serious, stern manner was a bit off-putting and confusing.

I see…do what you must… I will not accept failure with this one, is that clear?!

Han immediately recognized that strong, feminine voice as belonging to none other than his commander, Sir Integra.

Was Sir Integra nearby?

Was she…scared of something?

Her voice sounded so troubled; it had cracked a little before she had forced it to sound strong and solid.

Hans still could not open his eyes, only seeing blurred illusions of white and red against the darkness behind his eyelids as he slipped in and out of consciousness without knowing where he was or how he had gotten there.

Sir Integra…Walter…

Alucard…

Would he ever see them again?

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Some time later…

Hans gingerly opened his radiant, strawberry-colored eyes, blinking slowly to make more progress in making his temporarily blurred vision to disappear so he may get his senses back.

Hans blinked again, his vision clearing and allowing him to see a view of a white but shadowed ceiling, while his senses picked up on the faint, consistent beeping sounds of the medical equipment he was currently hooked up to that continued to monitor his vital signs.

Covering his nose and mouth was a pear-shaped, plastic breathing apparatus, helping him take in and out ample amounts of necessary oxygen that was also hooked up to another machine located down on the floor.

"Hans! You're awake…"a pleasant but frantic-sounding voice called from somewhere to his left before his rapidly increasing vision took in the very welcomed sight of Sir Integra standing over him, her brilliant blue eyes a little puffy and swollen behind her large-rimmed glasses as she looked him over.

Hans opened his mouth to say something, but found that he needed to clear his throat first, as his impossibly dry mouth just could not form the words he wanted to say to her.

"It's okay now," Sir Integra spoke up, noticing how her German officer had tried to speak to her just now and failed, as she mindfully placed both of her hands inside his left hand and lifted it up slightly from the bed and closer to her own body, "You're safe, back in the Hellsing estate."

Hans blinked at her words, digesting them and their hidden, unspoken meanings, as he let her squeeze his much larger hand in her both of hers as they continued to study each others' gazes.

"W…Walter…?" Hans voiced hoarsely, the sound of his melodic timber thoroughly muffled by the breathing apparatus, but Sir Integra had understood him perfectly.

"He's fine," Sir Integra said with a bit of a sad smile curving her lips at her forever loyal subordinate who still found it in himself to be worried about others despite being laid up himself, "...oh, yes; he asked me to give you this for him."

Hans watched with tired, half-lidded eyes as Sir Integra leaned in close, completely careful of the various cords and wires around him, as she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, making Hans close his eyes as soon as he had felt such gentle contact.

As soon as Sir Integra was within view again, Hans smirked lazily at the implications of Walter wanting to give him a kiss on the cheek in gratitude, before chuckling softly in his chest.

"He is very grateful to you, Hans…and so am I," Sir Integra confessed sincerely, still holding his hand encouragingly, appreciatively as she spoke to the lying, recovering man, "…thank you."

Hans gave her hands a tiny squeeze as the German nodded simply to her words, his kind smile still in place on his handsome face which pleased Integra to no end as she watched him ceaselessly display such humility and generosity.

Hans cleared his horribly uncomfortable throat again before speaking.

"Alucard…when can I see Alucard?" Hans asked, almost pleaded to his commander as she immediately softened her usually stern, fierce gaze into a tender, understanding look upon her subordinate.

"I promise you can see him very soon, but now you need your rest. That's an order, soldier," Sir Integra said good-naturedly with a smile, finishing her statement with a psuedo-serious demand of her injured werewolf.

Hans smiled, nodding again in response as Sir Integra replaced his captured hand back onto the white hospital bed in which he was currently bundled up, bandaged, and warm.

Sir Integra watched as Hans merely closed his lovely eyes again, tipped his head slightly to the side, and was asleep in no time, making Sir Integra realize just how exhausted the German still was after ungoing multiple surgeries to treat his gunshot wound that would not initially close on its own, coupled with him having to battle the deadly poison that had been running throughout his systems prior to the Hellsing physicians seeing him.

Sir Integra remembered that she had also checked up on the handsome, silver-haired Captain that first night he had been in the Hellsing manor as he had slept, wanting to make sure that he had been, in fact, treated and comfortable in his new surroundings.

Admittedly, the blonde-haired woman had also just wanted to see him again, having still not believed that the Hellsing Organization…that she had acquired someone as mysterious and powerful, handsome and unexpectantly alluring as Hans Günsche in their ranks; almost like she had to verify the fact again with her own eyes before calling it a night.

Now, as Sir Integra found herself standing over the sleeping, wounded werewolf once more, the heiress could not help but feel her heart grow heavy, her eyes threatening to spill even more crystalized tears that night, as she took in the sight of such a selfless, perfect creature before her that had proven himself time and time again to her cause.

She could not have been happier that Hans had made it back alive, and she quickly realized that she needed to inform Alucard right away that Hans had just asked for him.

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Author's Note: Alrighty, so I may have been drinking a little when I wrote most of this. My apologies. Anywho, drop me a line should you feel a bit bold, as I would love to hear any thoughts and opinions. Thanks! Btw, I think this story shall only have one more chapter to go…thank God lol.