Sacred Lineage

Yet another original character. Okay, so it wasn\'t really necessary for the story, but heck. We thought it\'d be fun. You guys remember my friend Dan from Chapter 3? Well, he\'s decided that cowriting this novella might be a fun pastime after all. Without further ado, meet the most recent incarnation of Garlon the Butcher, vampire hunter extraordinaire...This chapter was written in entirity by Dan.

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An airman walked to the back on the C-130 and addressed the only passenger on the plane. “Sergeant, 10 minutes ‘til we land. We have already been informed that your ride is waiting for you on the ground.”

Marcus took off the headphones from his CD player. “Thanks. And thank the pilot for me as well. This has been one of the smoothest rides I have every had on one of these cement mixers the military calls planes.”

Marcus looked around and made sure all of his gear was still where it had been loaded and stored. C-130 were rough rides and things tended to shift some in the back during long flights. And a flight from the States to the U.K wasn’t a short hop.

He was still a little bit unsure about his temporary transfer to work with the Hellsing organization. The US anti- supernatural unit was still fairly new when compared to other units, like Hellsing and the Vatican’s section 13. The US unit had only been formed about 30 years ago. Before that, the US government had allowed the Vatican to handle it. But the Vatican had started causing too many problems in the US and had been told to leave.

Marcus was the oldest and most experienced field Hunter the US had. He thought it was a bad idea to pull him out and send him to Hellsing to work. He did wonder what the higher ups in his unit were hoping to gain from Marcus working with Hellsing. But like most information, which was dealt with on a need to know basis. And they didn’t think he needed to know.

Marcus could have said no to the transfer, but had a feeling that the transfer would be to his advantage. Hellsing did have several excellent hunters working for them. And if Marcus wanted to learn more from other Hunters, Hellsing was his best choice. The Vatican wouldn’t have accepted Marcus as a transfer, at least not after his encounter with The Paladin Anderson three months ago. The Vatican had been less then amused with how that encounter had ended. No, the Vatican didn’t like Sergeant Marcus Tourville A.K.A Garlon the Butcher. They didn’t like him one bit.

Marcus sat back and relaxed while he waited for the last few minutes of the flight to end. He thought about all of the things that had lead him to this very strange point in his life.

When he had turned eighteen, he had joined the Marine Corps. He was in the Corps for six years as a Sharpshooter. Most of that six years had been spent using the high caliber weapons, like the Barrett .50 caliber rifle. Occasionally his targets had been people, but most of the time his targets had been equipment. Communications and radar stations had been common targets.

Once he was out he started working for a construction company part time while he went to school to become a teacher. That however had only lasted a year. Then his life was turned upside-down.

He had been sitting naked in his living room at night performing a religious ritual when something came through his back door, literally, and charged him. Whoever or whatever it was hadn’t opened or broken down the door. It had simply gone through the door as if it hadn’t even been there. The human looking thing charged at his with incredible speed. Marcus had simply reacted has he had been trained in the Corps.

The human looking creature reached out and grabbed Marcus’ throat with both hands. When he did Marcus used the only thing close to a weapon that he had on him, his athame. He lifted his hand and drove the ceremonial knife into the creature’s chest, it’s heart. The creature let go and dropped to the floor screaming and smoking.

Three other men through the back door then. All three of them were outfitted for combat, complete with sub-machineguns. Marcus recognized them as an assault unit instantly. He had been a part of such units enough times when he had been in the Corps.

He looked back down at the thing that had attacked him. He twitched for a few more seconds then went still. Two seconds later it turned into a pile of dust on his floor. Marcus had never seen anything like that happen before. His first thought was that the thing had been exposed to some type of biological or chemical weapons. He found out later about the truth of the matter.

The three men spent the next half an hour asking me questions. By the end of it they had been able to retrieve information about Marcus and his military record. At the time, questioning him had just been a way to stall for time so they could get access to all of the information about Marcus and get approval from their bosses. That night, they offered Marcus and job as a Hunter, and Marcus accepted. That had been three years ago.

Now he was twenty-eight years old and the wheels of the C-130 had just touched down on an airfield somewhere in England and there was already someone here from Hellsing to pick him up. Hellsing, one of, if not the best, group of Hunters in the world.

Once the plane came to a stop he started unloading the crates and suitcases he had brought with him. Just after he set the third create down on the tarmac, he senses something and reaches for one of his blades. There was a vampire close by. Within a ten or fifteen yards in fact.

He had always been sensitive to the natural energy flows of the world as well as of people and animals. The presence of a vampire always disturbed that natural flow and created a sort of a void, a dead stop. It was one of the reasons he was still alive. Vampires could not easily sneak up on him.

He looked around and saw a young woman about twenty years old. At least she seemed to be twenty. In truth, he was likely about twenty years old when she had died. She was a vampire and the source of the dead spot he had felt.

She smiles at him and starts to talk as she continues walking. “You must be Sergeant Marcus Tourville from American. I am Seras Victoria of Hellsing. I have come to pick you up.” Now she was about five feet from him. She starts looking very unwell and takes a step back. “What is that foul smell?!?!?”

Marcus had heard that Hellsing had managed to make some arrangements to have vampires help Hellsing hunt down and destroy other vampires. Apparently that rumor was true. But she still had to prove that she was the person that was supposed to pick him up. The Unit was very big on security and had given him a code phase to ensure security.

He looks at her. “I am Tourville. You have something to tell me I believe?”

The woman looked at him for a second. “Oh right. The identification thing. I really wish they had chosen something else, but here is goes. ‘Paladin Anderson is as innocent and harmless as a little baby.’ I hope you know how much saying that sick fuck is innocent bothers me.” She took another step back. “You still haven’t told me what that stench is.”

Marcus turned and opened up one of his suitcases and removed a small box. He took off a small pouch that he had hanging from his neck and placed it inside the box, then closed the suitcase back up. Then he turned back to Seras.

“That was basically ‘vampire repellent’. Something I created a few years ago to help in my hunting. As you can attest, it works pretty well. It won’t actually keep them away, but it does cause them some problems if they are really close. It gives me a little bit of an edge when I move in and go hand to hand with them. Ghouls have even more of a problem. It al but incapacitates them.”


“Anyway, It is a pleasure to meet you Seras Victoria. Call me Marcus. Or if you like you could call me Sergeant, Garlon or Gar. I will answer to any of them. After I have spent a little bit of time here, I will likely also be answering to Yank as well. As I understand it, I am likely to be one of few, if not the only one here from the US.”

“These four creates and two suitcases are mine. My weapons and other things I will need during my one year stay here. If you will lead the way, I, or we, can get my stuff loaded up into whatever we will be traveling in.” Seras lead the way to a helicopter and helped him load his things onto it, and then they were off. By the time they landed at the Hellsing house, it was already 4:30 am local time.

Seras helped him moves his things into the house. Once inside an older gentleman showed up and Seras said goodnight and left. Marcus had been giving enough of a briefing before coming here to be able to identify Walter of Hellsing.

Marcus had never been given Walter’s last name. He had been told that he wouldn’t need it because Walter only used his first name. Marcus was pretty sure that wasn’t the case, though. He was pretty sure that he hadn’t been told because the people who handled his briefing didn’t know. There were a lot of holes in the Unit’s information system. It was probably somewhat necessary in order to keep the Unit’s existence a secret. The general public would go nuts if they knew about the Unit, and knew that the Unit was needed.

The man bows slightly. “I am Walter, a retainer of the Hellsing family. I will help you settle in here. If there is anything special that you will need, I will see what I can do to assist you.”

“I pleasure to meet you Walter. I am Marcus Tourville. Sergeant in the US Marine Corps, and member of the US Hunters.” Marcus hands two large file size envelopes to Walter. “The rather thick one is filled with my records, military, Unit and medical. The thin one has the documents that will need to be adjusted. Passport and customs certificate, etc. The customs list is already complete except for my weapons.”

“The weapons I brought with are a Barrett .50 caliber rifle, a Barrett 25mm rifle, a Heckler & Koch C.A.W.S, two .40 caliber handguns, and a pair of Wakazashi swords.”

Walter raises an eyebrow. “I’m not sure if we have any 25mm rounds in are stores. I will have to have some made for you. How often do you use that rifle?”

“Actually Walter, I prefer to use a slightly different form of ammunition then other people. The making of the rounds involves a religious ceremony that I perform. Because of that, I make my own rounds. As long as you can provide me with lead and the right king of gunpowder, I will simply reload the casings I have after I have used them.”

Walter seemed slightly taken aback. “Lead? To kill a vampire?”

Marcus manages to keep a straight face. He had had this conversation before back in the US. “Yes, lead. As long as it works, it shouldn’t matter if I use the same sort of ammunition as other people. And the special rounds that I make do work. They work quite well in fact. If you are unsatisfied with the results of my ammunition, I will switch and start using the same type of round that everyone else uses. Is that agreeable to you?”

Walter considers for a moment. “That should be fine. I will show you to your room. You will have until early afternoon before Sir Integra will be available to meet with you. Once you have rested, I will arrange to have someone show you around the property and explain the rules of the household to you.”

“Thank you Walter.” Marcus grabs both of his suitcases and follows Walter to his room. He sets them down in his room, then brings up his crates of stuff and starts unpacking. He might need to sleep, but not for a while yet. He was still a good six hours until he normal bedtime. The sun was just rising here, but back home, that wouldn’t happen for another five hours or so.