DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hellsing or any of its characters, this is a fan made story.
A/N: Ok so chapter 1 is here! Jubilation! Hopefully y'all like it and I'll try to pump out the chapters in an orderly fashion. Please note that it doesn't follow the main manga plot although I shall use a lot of the characters in my own storyline. (Besides I hate the fact walter turns evil in the end, boo! )
A/N: Edited from original for spelling.
On Her Majesty's Orders - Prologue
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"You can't stop me?"
"Oh?"
*BLAM!* *SQUEEEEE*
"Those were new tyres!"
"Yes, they were new tyres."
*BLAM*
A hole opened up in Alucard's left arm where Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing had just fired a silver bullet from her sidearm. The vampire looked down at the wound, grinning, and watched it regenerate within a few seconds.
"Really now, master," He taunted darkly. "Haven't you learned that doesn't work?"
*BLAM*
"Argh!"
"I don't care whether or not you can regenerate that, Alucard. Now get out of my sight!"
Defeated, Alucard gave Integra a deep hiss before turning into a dark mist and disappearing, leaving the fuming Protestant Knight to her own devices.
Integra let out a deep sigh as she replaced her sidearm into its brown leather holster. Alucard always got like this whenever there was a round table conference; he seemed certain that the other Knights were conspiring to get rid of him; an amusing notion. A small snicker slipped through the lips of the usually stoic blonde, regaining herself Integra reached into her blazer pocket and retrieved her phone, hitting speed dial.
"Walter, please bring round another car. Also get some of the men to bring a flatbed too… Oh don't worry, nothing too disastrous happened, just Alucard being his usual disruptive self… Thank you Walter."
With a gentle beep Integra switched off her phone and slipped it back into her blazer pocket. From the other pocket she retrieved her trusty packet of cigars and lighter. She lit the cigar and silently smoked, looking up at the dimly lit sky in front of the Hellsing mansion; it was nearly dawn now and most of the stars had retreated from the sky. Feeling the nicotine work its magic, Integra relaxed, if only a little; Alucard had the profound ability of being able to wind her up like nothing else. He was especially good at it during this time of year when the round table conference was on; any excuse to delay her was good enough for him and usually resulted in something expensive being damaged, broken, or shot… you get the idea.
Integra eventually heard the gentle rumble of another car approaching and proceeded to stub out her cigar, not wanting to smoke out the interior of her vehicle. The beautiful body of a crisp, new Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up in front of the other Rolls that Alucard had immobilised a few minutes previously. A sharply dressed chauffer stepped from the car and courteously opened the rear door for Sir Integra, who gave him a curt nod before entering the luxurious car. A moment later it had gently pulled away and was making its way out of the Hellsing estate. There was a quick stop at the gate to pick up Walter Dornez, who always accompanied Sir Integra to external conferences, and then they were away.
Walter sat in the back next to Sir Integra so that they could go over all of the necessary paperwork before the conference. However before that could be done Walter needed to discuss a far more serious matter.
"I do hope Alucard wasn't too rough with the other Rolls, Sir?" The old butler asked with a slight air of trepidation in his voice.
"Thankfully this time he just shot a few tyres, I swear he's never going to learn." Integra retrieved some of the files that Walter was holding and began flicking through them.
"This is why we don't take homicidal vampires to round table conferences." Walter teased; he was one of only two people on this earth allowed to joke with his master, and the other was Alucard. Not that Integra actually allowed it; she just had no way of stopping him that didn't involve high explosives.
"Yes, well enough about Alucard. What's on today's agenda?"
And so off they went, the car making its way through the streets of London on its way to the round table conference, its passengers blissfully unaware that the sun rising over them heralded the dawn of a day that would be the complete opposite of what they expected.