"What tha hell are ye doin' here?" Alucard heard Anderson hiss. The vampire was about to turn the corner and say hello to his favorite vampire hunter, but stopped when he picked up the sudden scent of a new, unfamiliar body, and Alexander's reaction. The body smelled sweet, but not in the delicious sense, but like a head sickening perfume. Anderson spoke again, saying "I thought you were-"

Alucard interrupted him as he spun around the corner, his shoulder brushing against the wall paper peeling off the plaster wall. Only Anderson could be seen, but the other who had come into the scene Alucard could still sense. The hall was thick with their scent. He took a long breath, and grinned wickedly at the closest thing he had to a friend.

Anderson had bloody bayonet in his hand, a dead vampire splayed across the floor at his feet. He glowered and straightened when he saw Alucard's red coat fill the narrow hall.

"Don't bother saving any of the fun for me," Alucard said, sounding hurt.

"The job's done," Anderson barked. "Get on with it, an' get out." Anderson flicked his bayonet, sending cold blood across the wall to his right and tucked it away into his sleeve.

"What? Not going to stay and finish the job?" Alucard pulled his gun out from the fold of his coat, his teeth shining in the moonlight pouring in from a broken window.

"Brother, watch it!" someone screamed from behind Alucard. A wave of the perfume in the air rolled in behind Alucard as he turned, and white flashed in his eyes as he felt the sting of blessed blades tearing into his chest.

Anderson roared "Maria, no!"

The blessed bullets rolled out of Alucard's gun into the assailant. Light flashed from his weapon and the hands grasping the bayonet handles fell away, and the intoxicating scent of warm blood flew up into the air. Hellsing's pet watched as a woman's body flew back and collapsed onto the ground, shoulders pressed into the wall, hands upturned toward the ceiling, a covered head lolling over the bound bosom of a nun. The black head dress covering her head concealed her hair and her face.

"Trying to attack a vampire at night, trying to take it by surprise, no less. Brave, but a fool," he growled. He laughed as he turned toward Anderson, whose hands were shaking, but oddly, he hadn't moved. "This one yours?" The nun did not actually wear perfume, but the natural scent of her body made Alucard a little drunk. Rarely did he ever encounter humans that smelled this sweet, and only know had he met one that smelled sweeter than his master. It was a shame she had died so quickly. Alucard dropped the steaming bayonets at her feet. He rolled his shoulder and lifted his gun to Anderson, "now," he started, "give us a fight, Anderson."

There was a shrill scream in the air, and Alucard's head went flying through the air. The nun behind him stood with the bayonets dripping in bright, vampire blood. Drops flew through the air as she arced the blades, and she stabbed his shoulders. She tore them out again, and ran them through the chest of the headless body, and she let out a sharp scream of pleasure. He laughed, grinning wildly, and before the body fell, lanced off its arms, and cut its legs out from underneath it.

"Maria, stop it, stop it now!" Anderson yelled, the veins in his neck sticking out and pulsating.

"Whacha, whacha goin' ta do abou' it?" The nun laughed shrilly, cackling. "Ding dong, the bitch! Is! Dead!" She howled as she jabbed the blades into the corpse like a pincushion.

"Maria, come with me, now!" Anderson grabbed her shoulder.

"Stop it, let me go!" She kicked and squirmed, but Alexander roughly pulled her back into the hall. "Brother, no! I killed him, see?"

"Get out of here now before things get worse!"

"He's dead!"

A bat flew into Maria's head dressing, and she grabbed it, growling fiercely as she squashed it in her hands. Three more took its place, biting and scratching her hands. She shrieked and threw herself against the wall, landing against it with a dukl thud, cracking the plaster and tearing the old wall paper.

Alucard's body melted across the floor into a small river of thick, gelatinous blood, and crept toward Maria. She ran back near her brother, who grabbed her arm and ran out of the hall with her. "I tell ye now, he ain't dead, you fool!"

Alucard let them run. The blood flowed up, and Alucard reformed out of the sticky mass. His hat was in his hands. He placed it onto his head, giving it a sharp tug over his face, and pushed the glasses further up his nose.

"Sister Anderson, another regenerator." A deep throated laugh bubbled out of his throat. "What fun!"