The Devil and The Demon

He stood on the top of the stairs, blood eyes peering through golden lenses, intently watching the behemoth jets move around the tarmac. Alucard's grin widened, his fangs peeeking out between thin lips in a grin of happy insanity, with a touch of burning curiousity. So, this is the City of Angels? Devils would fit in with the decor better; I can smell the brimestone from here. Alucard's grin was growing by the second as he placed his red hat on his head of inky black hair, and his white gloved hands inched towards his guns under his long, red coat.


He inhaled sharply, breathing in the blood, death, oil, smoke, and rotted, fleshy scents of the city, which in turn sent long dormant thrill racing up his old viens. The old vampire agent was actually looking forward to this battle with renewed vigor. Yes, he was always interested in his own battles, but was usually disappointed in his enemy's fighting ability. This time, he was surely promised a good battle.


"Come out, demon!" He called out, hands resting on his guns, both huge pistols, one black, one silver. Me, calling something else a demon? How hypocritical he chastised himself cheerfullly. "I'm looking forward to our meeting, and I don't like to be kept waiting!"


A slight breeze stirred, gently twisting up his coat in its smooth fingers. Alucard knew that his enemy was watching him; he could feel unfamiliar eyes watching him intently. This only made him grin even more maniacally, and he grabbed his guns, holding them in the air. "What are you waiting for? I'm armed and ready to do battle!"


This set the ball rolling within seconds. One second, the vampire was alone; the next, three dots of red light in the shape of a triangle were over his heart, or, where his heart would be, had he one. He reconized a laser sight when he saw one, dodged to the side, and missed the odd lightning bolt that came out of nowhere and melted part of the metal stairs on the plane.

Alucard landed on the ground beside the steps, then looked up, but saw nothing. An invisible enemy using highly advanced weaponry? This hasn't going to the usual hack-n-slash job he was assigned, fighting dozens of human-turned-ghoulish monsters, which were pretty much zombies with fangs.


Alucard was able to stand and laugh in joy at his new playmate before another lightning bolt was shot at him from the skyscrapers. He marked the place in his mind and took off running at full speed across the tarmac at the buildings, moving faster than the Predator anticipated a human to move.


The only reason Alucard wasn't missing his head by this point was the fact that the Predator had been having a hard time finding him. While the vampire has been issuing his challenge, the Predator had been coming to the conclusion that he had been given a rather peculiar enemy. First of all, there was no heat signature. The Predator could see movement, and if he concentrated hard enough, he could see Alurcard's outline on the top of the airplane stairway.

It was like his prey was dead, the way it's body was cold. Even Kainde amedha had signatures, but they took time to find, that was all. The alien hunter had to go through his various fields of vision before finding one that gave the background a greenish appearance and made Alucard a black figure. It was at this time that Alucard waved his guns, which the Predator accepted as a challenge, which he whole-heartedly answered with a shot from his plasma cannon.


When Alucard charged across the tarmac, he again caught the hunter off guard, for he moved much faster than any human had the right to move. It was like he was flying instead of running. It was when Alucard started running up the the side of the building that the Predator decided to find another stage to battle on. Tapping a few keys on his wrist computer, the Predator disabled his cannon and took off at a sprint across the apartment roof-top he was on, leaving huge dents in it. Almost immediately, Alucard jumped on the roof and began following, his footsteps thunderous on the metal roof, laughing maniacally.


"I love a good hunt!" the No-Life King shouted in glee, whipping his guns around and firing off several rounds, the blasts echoing off the surrounding buildings. The Predator leapt off the side of the building, the silver bullets with the Hellsing cross imprinted on them whizzing by harmlessly, grabbed onto the gutterpipe and slide down until leaping off and landing on another roof. Alucard was right behind him, jumping off and firing at the roof below him, eyes insane with glee.

He landed on the bullet-ridden roof, the last blast of the gun still resounding around him. He stood up slowly, looking around at the storage buildings on the roof that could offer excellant cover to whatever he was hunting, and found the silence now defening. His grin grew as he emptied his gun's clips, the empty clips bouncing off the metal roof loudly.


"Whatever you are, you're certainly good at running," Alucard called out, reaching into his belt for extra clips. "However, I want to know how good you are at fighting." The gun clips slide into the guns with a satified click. "Come out and face me!" he roared.


There was a whistle in the air behind him, and Alucard dodged to the side just as a nine-foot-spear whizzed by and buried itself almost halfway up the shaft in one of the storage buildings. Alucard brought his guns around and began firing at the spot the spear had come from, but the Predator had already leapt away. Unsure were his prey was, the vampire began firing in all directions, the bullets making music as they riccocheted off of metal buildings. He was having so much fun trying to find his prey, he didn't see the spear wrench itself out of the wall it was stuck in.


There was sudden movement behind him, and he whipped around, bringing Jackel into his sights. His eyes opened in surprise as the spear thrust itself through his body, blood pouring. Alucard was impaled, lifted off the ground, then flung off to the side, crashing into a wall and falling in a heap on the roof. He didn't move for a moment, long enough for the Predator to "shrink up" its spear to half the size, before moving towards him.


Alucard hadn't been taken in surprise in a long time, and nobody got the best of him. Yet here he was, lying here like a pile of limbs; all limp and unable to move. After another minute, and with a grunt, the vampire got himself into a sitting position, and looked as from the shadows came a moving....something. Alucard could see movement, and make out two arms, legs, and a head, but there was no detail. Had he not known of his enemies abilities, he maight have thought he was simply seeing heatwaves.


The Hellsing agent looked down at the wound in his stomach, the hole that was the size of a fist and all the way through. He leaned his head down, studying the blood and the wound. A white gloved hand swiped up some blood, brought it to his lips, his long tongue lapping at the blood and his eyes becoming alive.

"I haven't tasted my own blood since my first run in with that meddlesome priest. I haven't this much fun in years!" He lauged loudly, and this in itself caught the approaching hunter off-guard. Any creature would be shrieking and screaming in fear and pain, or dying from shock. yet this ooman was....laughing? Before the Predator could ponder the matter any further, he was standing over Alucard, raising his spear to finish off the strange human. Alucard looked up at the outline he was only capable of seeing, and grinned the biggest 'shit-eating' grin that was possible.


The Predator, upon seeing such insanity in one face, faltered for a second, and that was all the time Alucard needed. With his long legs, he kicked out, catching the alien in the shin and forcing him down. The Predator would have fallen, but stuck the spear-point into the roof and spun around to see Alucard dive for his Jackel. He brought the gun up, and smiled at the caught off-guard Predator before pulling the trigger.


The bullets flew out toward the alien creature.....and buried themselves in the wall behind him. Alucard had shot wild, missing on purpose. Though he had the advantage, he certainly didn't want this to be over too quickly; he was having too much fun for that. However, one bullet did graze the alien's leg, and florescent green blood began to flow.

The Predator decided that it was best to find another place to battle, perhaps somewhere with a height advantage. The blood marking him so he could be seen, the creature run and leapt off the building's edge and disappeared into the night. The Jackel was quiet, and Alucard peered over his yellow glasses at where the Predator had gone.

"You can only run so far!" He called into the night. "I'm enjoying this more and more." He glanced at the trail of bright green blood and his fangs flashed. "Yes, more and more."