X x x x x x
“Oh man, I'm dying!”
Ranma ground his teeth together, standing over several soldiers who were close to, or had thrown up. The way he saw it, the soldiers of Hellsing were simply not up to an acceptable level of physical conditioning. For people fighting vampires and ghouls, they couldn't hope to fight a ghoul in hand to hand. And Ranma knew far too many people who could burn through dozens of the undead creatures to let that slide. Especially after the events of three days ago.
“You three are next to worthless.” He ground his foot into a small pile of fallen leaves. “I wonder if Integra will miss you.” He mused, holding his chin in a hand.
“What.” A soldier started to ask before gasping for breath. “S'that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, I'm just a little hungry.” Digging into his pocket, he pulled out a cell phone, and started to dial a random number. “You have about five seconds to get going, and maybe I'll just make a snack out of whoever gets up last.”
“You wouldn't.” Another soldier started to panic.
“I'm a vampire.” He grinned, showing off a fang, and letting them assume the worst. His acting had the desired effect, the four soldiers immediately scrambling over themselves to get away from him. 'Then again, what good is a threat unless it's carried out?'
About to put his phone away, the ringer went off. “Hello?” He answered.
“Sir Integra wishes to speak with you.” Walter's voice informed him.
“Yea well I'm kind of busy training these pathetic excuses for soldiers.” He answered, jogging after the group, the ones who hadn't stopped, had slowed to a crawl.
“I do not wish to speak for her, but I believe she would say to stop running the remaining soldiers ragged. At least not until the new security force arrives.”
“But they've only gone four times around the grounds.” He protested.
“Do they look like they could do more?”
“Nah, you're right, these losers are done.” He said it loudly, jogging past the group towards the mansion.
X x x x x x
(Ranma getting chewed out by Integra)
X x x x x x
“This is so morbid.” A young woman in her early twenties commented, strolling with her boyfriend through a graveyard. His arm was draped over her shoulder, hugging her smaller body close to him.
“Oh come on Barb, this is awesome.” Greg answered, carrying a bottle of wine wrapped up in a big blanket under his other arm.
“It is kind of fun.” She admitted. The full moon was still rising into the sky, illuminating the head stones and crypts. Feeling a cool wind blow around them, she shivered slightly, from the cold, and excitement about what they were about to do.
“What's that?” Greg suddenly whispered.
“What?” She demanded, looking around.
“Oh nothing.” Greg laughed.
“Jerk.” She punched him in the stomach lightly.
“They're coming to get you Barbra!” Greg cried dramatically.
“Real funny funny guy.” Breaking away from her boyfriend, she turned around. “Guess who WON'T be coming tonight.” She huffed, striding back towards the entrance.
“Oh come on babe, don't be so serious, I'm just trying to liven things up.” Greg pleaded with her.
“Don't 'come on babe' with me.” She spun around to glare at him, her eyes catching a large animal crouching behind a large head stone. “What is that!?” She cried fearfully.
“What?” Greg turned just in time for the animal to impact his chest, driving him to the stone walkway. Blood splattered as the creature tore into Greg's throat, frantically tearing into his chest with it's forepaws.
Bringing up her hands, she wiped at the blood that had splashed across her face. Screaming, she turned, and ran from the scene. Stumbling in her high heels, she broke one of them, and fell to the ground. Scrambling on hands and knees, the sound of claws clattering on stone followed her, and she was crushed to the ground by something landed on her back.
X x x x x x
“This the place?”
“Yes Sir.” Pickman nodded. “This is the main building, in the back is the motor pool, sleeping quarters for soldiers, mess hall, and firing ranges.” Walking alongside the tall-- man, Pickman was pleasantly surprised to find himself liking the strange guy. He had a quick wit to him, and seemed to prefer the casual laid back outlook to things that he himself had.
“Can't say I've ever had much use for those, mess hall sounds nice.”
“If you want, we can go there right now.” He was looking forward to getting a nice hot meal himself.
“Now that I'm seein the damage to your place, what exactly happened here that warranted you guys callin me in? Last I knew, Hellsing liked to keep to itself.”
“Two weeks ago we were attacked by a large group of ghouls and a pair of chip vampires. My group was out removing a target at the time, but the soldiers here didn't fair as well.”
“Sorry.”
“We're waiting for reinforcements to arrive, they were tied up in some country in the mid east.”
“Mercs?”
“Yea, called the Wild Geese.”
“I've heard of them, a rough bunch.”
“They'll need it if Alucard decides to test em.”
“The head vampire right? Want me to get rid of him too while I'm here?”
“Boss lady wouldn't like that too much, and for a vampire, Alucard's not that bad.”
“I've never known control of a vampire or demon to end well.”
“HIYAA!” Ceres' voice yelled loudly, and a body exploded through the wall in front of them. Laying on the ground in front of them was Ranma, the male vampire laying on his back surrounded by crushed brick.
“Oh my God Ranma, I didn't mean to throw you that hard.” Ceres paused in the break in the wall, worriedly looking between the boy and the wall.
“No that was good Ceres.” Hopping up to his feet, Ranma headed back through the wall. “But you're the one who gets to tell Integra about this.”
“That happen often round here?” The man jerked his left thumb at the duo.
“That's a first actually, but those two would be the other resident vampires.”
“Well that explains the pale skin, red eyes, and pointy teeth.”
“They're pretty safe. So, shall we continue, Mr. Hellboy?”
“Just Hellboy, I aint no mister.”
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I was on the fence about doing this till I saw this image.
http://img15.imageshack.us/img15/6478/thea...boy2006snip.jpg
Then I had to.






