Disclaimers: Hellsing is property of its owner/s.
Author's Note: I planned this to be a one shot deal. But I think this would take a few installments to finish. This chapter serves as the introduction
False Prophesy Part I: Divine Intervention by Blue Flame Burn
The sun shone brightly in the east. Its warm glow found its way through the large windows of Integra Hellsing's office. She stood silently by the window as she watched her troops train across the wide courtyard.
"Look at them, busy training for their deaths. I pity humans. Such vigor in spite of their lost causes," said the tall pale figure with glowing red eyes behind Hellsing Institution's leader.
"Alucard," she said as she acknowledged her most valued asset. She continued eyeing the troop formations below.
"Hmm. You seem to have a lot on your mind lately."
Integra turned around, walked towards her desk and arranged the small picture frame of her father on her desk. "So how is your protégé?" she asked concerning Celas Victoria.
"Quite fine. She's drinking blood now. Why the sudden interest on her?" Alucard moved closer and whispered to her as he ran a pale finger from the base of Integra's ear down to her collarbone not quite touching her skin. "I do not remember you giving her too much attention."
"Wipe that smirk of your face. I am planning a mission for her."
"Oh. Why? None of those weaklings would suffice for your dirty deed?"
"This is more of a high risk operation. Vampire abilities are for the advantage."
"Defensive. Just tell me when to clean things up when your troops blunder again," the vampire said as he faded into the shadow by the corner.
Integra looked back through her window. Bastard, Integra thought. She was not upset. Alucard likes to jest. She was just thinking. She had another vampire in her fold and Celas can be an asset. The former police officer does have vampire abilities. She can be a notch higher than those humans who train with their MP5s and run through obstacle courses all day. Celas only needed medical blood and a good day's sleep.
***
Integra knows the separation of England from Rome. Hellsing operates in a strictly Anglican domain while the Vatican covers a much, much wider region. There should be no competition between the two regarding vampires but their basic value judgments differ a lot. Hellsing Institution does have a vampire in its ranks. With the addition of Celas, that makes it two. The Church uses its own men for their vampire extermination procedures. Men.
***
Celas was having her own problems adjusting to a vampire's life. It took her a lot of guts to drink the pack of medical blood. She knew she had the thirst. It was good for her she does not need to bite someone to get the crimson juices. But she was not human anymore. Guts should not matter.
Sleeping inside a coffin did not appeal that much to her too. She used to have a life, a day life. Used to. Everything about her now was that. She wanted to become a police officer but chasing down and pummeling the undead was not in her wildest of dreams. This was not a dream but it sure was wild.
She had lain on her coffin-like bed for about three hours since she drank her last pack of blood. She still had the taste of blood in her mouth. She finally got why people often describe the taste of blood as metallic. It had the smell of a newly forged blade, not to mention it is what one will taste if one runs his or her tongue along the edge.
"Still feeling the thirst?"
Celas jumped out of bed, startled. Alucard stood about five feet away, leaning against the wall and toying with his Jackal.
"Master!" Celas said in response to Alucard. "Well, not too much now. I think I can manage sipping blood now. I guess I really need to. Everything is so different now. Not how I used to."
"Nothing is the same now. You have become a child of the night. You will thirst and drink. Nothing you can do will change that, unless." In one swift motion Alucard stood in front of Celas with his arm extended and his gun against Celas' forehead.
"Master."
"Hmm. Hahaha!" Alucard let out his low teasing laugh. He drew his arm back and with his other hand, fixed his spectacles. "You better get ready. I think we have to move anytime now."
Celas was still a bit startled. She still had that human precaution with her. She knew that Alucard can fluctuate from the shadows but she was still getting used to that fact. Another mission, another night.
***
"On the double! Chop-chop!" Fergusson frantically waved his hands to get the unit into formation. "Assume sniping formation!"
The men obeyed in silence and with action. In no time the unit was prepared to give the sniper suppressing fire in case the ghouls got too close. The sniper, Celas, waited in her shell of three Hellsing troopers. She can now see the ghouls that were still around five corners down the street. This was starting to become routine now. Just pull the trigger, she thought. And just in case the ghouls do get near, she knew her master would just be watching.
The front line of troopers almost flinched as the loud bang of the sniper rifle sounded from behind them.
"One down. Slow but good," Alucard whispered as he watched the action from the rooftop of the building above. He knew he had to let Celas by herself. He was there just in case things went out of hand.
Three more shots echoed and three more ghouls were reduced to fetid dust. There were clouds that randomly covered the moon making spotting difficult - for a human that is. Celas took her time.
"Your sluggishness will kill you. Too slow on spotting, too slow on the trigger." Fergusson seemed more of a coach rather than a commander as he pointed out Celas' flaw. Celas reacted with positive swiftness. The ghouls were around three corners away. It was too close for comfort. She fired five more rounds into the night.
"Keep it up!" Fergusson praised.
"Twelve more," Celas whispered as she looked through her night-vision scope.
The ghouls were only about two corners away now. The rest of the troopers can have their take but Fergusson signaled them to "stand down." Celas had her time. As she was preparing to fire her weapon, something blurred her scope vision. She straightened her head to see what it was sans the green glow of her scope.
A figure so swift in its movements danced in the fray of the ghouls, twirling like a whirling dervish. In its hands were long bladed weapons that shone in the brief dim moonlight. Everything blurred as the figure kept its flailing and another cloud covered the moon.
"That damned fucking bastard again?" Alucard said in slight but recognizable irritation.
The rest of the troops including Celas remained still in awe and in surprise as the figure decimated more than half of the remaining ghouls in just a few blinks. Celas remembered that agility too well. She was at its receiving end once. For the first time on this mission, she wondered where her master was.
With seething annoyance, Alucard watched the spectacle from above. His eyes panned from the skirmish towards the fixated troops. He eyed Fergusson, who stood there glued to his spot. The irritation was also noticeable on the old commander's face. They both knew this was an insult to the institution. To Alucard, this was more of a personal score.
A few more seconds, about over a minute as the scene started, it came to its close. With the final swipe of the silver steel, the last of the remaining ghouls turned to dust. A mist of powdered earth shrouded the spot of the skirmish.
"Pack your gear. We're out of here," Fergusson called out to his still bewildered troops. The others began to move without hesitation. They were half-expecting to at least have a shot at those ghouls but the God-knows- who person who "aided" them eased them off their work.
"Move trooper," Fergusson called out to Celas.
Celas did not budge. She was stunned. She never thought she would see that figure again. Through the dark and the mist of dirt she could see who that was.
From the mist, the figure came forward. Only Fergusson was left outside their personnel vehicle, the rest of the troops all boarded. He watched as the figure slowly approached the still-crouched Celas. A few more steps and the figure stood in front of Celas.
The figure with its adept quickness brandished one of its blades and pressed it against Celas' neck. "You will be next, vampire!" the figure said and with its other blade, pointed at the rooftop. "That includes you, hell hound!"
Alucard was not surprised, knowing that the figure knew where he was. Emerging from the shadows, he jumped down the structure and landed in front of the brandished blade.
"Popish bastard," Alucard said in retort, still with the mocking smile. He cocked his gun and fired at the blade pinned against Celas' neck. The blade broke, its shards glistening in the re-emerged moonlight. Only then did Celas blink.
The figure threw the broken blade. He had more underneath his coat but he did not pursue the issue. He was facing vampires. He knew it was his immediate holy duty as a member of the Order of Iscariot to bring the demons to dust but he withdrew his blade, he calmly turned around and walked away.
"Hahaha! Strong words you say, demon. But I do not intend to rid England of its prime slayers. No, not tonight." As quick as the figure's entrance, so was his exit.
"Get up," Alucard said to Celas as he faded into the shadows. "We shall meet again and maybe next time, I'll kill you," he says as parting words to the fading figure.
Fergusson mutually looked upon the whole scene. He knew he should not interfere. His job here was done though the mission was accomplished through a third party. That would be his concern. He should care about what the supreme commander would say at his incompetent work. But he also knew that this would not be routine. Rome was up to something.
"Let's go," Fergusson said to the shaken Celas.
***
"This is an outrage! We do not need this! This is an outright insult to my institution! We do not need Rome to interfere with our matters. I do not care what the hell the Catholic Church says. We do not need that regenerator to prowl the streets of our jurisdiction. The Hellsing Institution has protected England well enough. I will look upon this matter carefully, and I swear Rome will hear me," Integra ranted inside her office.
***
"Hmmn. I do not like the feel of British air but I'll do whatever it takes for me to kill you," Alexander Anderson whispered in the cold London fog. "I'm back."
To be continued.
Author's Note: I planned this to be a one shot deal. But I think this would take a few installments to finish. This chapter serves as the introduction
False Prophesy Part I: Divine Intervention by Blue Flame Burn
The sun shone brightly in the east. Its warm glow found its way through the large windows of Integra Hellsing's office. She stood silently by the window as she watched her troops train across the wide courtyard.
"Look at them, busy training for their deaths. I pity humans. Such vigor in spite of their lost causes," said the tall pale figure with glowing red eyes behind Hellsing Institution's leader.
"Alucard," she said as she acknowledged her most valued asset. She continued eyeing the troop formations below.
"Hmm. You seem to have a lot on your mind lately."
Integra turned around, walked towards her desk and arranged the small picture frame of her father on her desk. "So how is your protégé?" she asked concerning Celas Victoria.
"Quite fine. She's drinking blood now. Why the sudden interest on her?" Alucard moved closer and whispered to her as he ran a pale finger from the base of Integra's ear down to her collarbone not quite touching her skin. "I do not remember you giving her too much attention."
"Wipe that smirk of your face. I am planning a mission for her."
"Oh. Why? None of those weaklings would suffice for your dirty deed?"
"This is more of a high risk operation. Vampire abilities are for the advantage."
"Defensive. Just tell me when to clean things up when your troops blunder again," the vampire said as he faded into the shadow by the corner.
Integra looked back through her window. Bastard, Integra thought. She was not upset. Alucard likes to jest. She was just thinking. She had another vampire in her fold and Celas can be an asset. The former police officer does have vampire abilities. She can be a notch higher than those humans who train with their MP5s and run through obstacle courses all day. Celas only needed medical blood and a good day's sleep.
***
Integra knows the separation of England from Rome. Hellsing operates in a strictly Anglican domain while the Vatican covers a much, much wider region. There should be no competition between the two regarding vampires but their basic value judgments differ a lot. Hellsing Institution does have a vampire in its ranks. With the addition of Celas, that makes it two. The Church uses its own men for their vampire extermination procedures. Men.
***
Celas was having her own problems adjusting to a vampire's life. It took her a lot of guts to drink the pack of medical blood. She knew she had the thirst. It was good for her she does not need to bite someone to get the crimson juices. But she was not human anymore. Guts should not matter.
Sleeping inside a coffin did not appeal that much to her too. She used to have a life, a day life. Used to. Everything about her now was that. She wanted to become a police officer but chasing down and pummeling the undead was not in her wildest of dreams. This was not a dream but it sure was wild.
She had lain on her coffin-like bed for about three hours since she drank her last pack of blood. She still had the taste of blood in her mouth. She finally got why people often describe the taste of blood as metallic. It had the smell of a newly forged blade, not to mention it is what one will taste if one runs his or her tongue along the edge.
"Still feeling the thirst?"
Celas jumped out of bed, startled. Alucard stood about five feet away, leaning against the wall and toying with his Jackal.
"Master!" Celas said in response to Alucard. "Well, not too much now. I think I can manage sipping blood now. I guess I really need to. Everything is so different now. Not how I used to."
"Nothing is the same now. You have become a child of the night. You will thirst and drink. Nothing you can do will change that, unless." In one swift motion Alucard stood in front of Celas with his arm extended and his gun against Celas' forehead.
"Master."
"Hmm. Hahaha!" Alucard let out his low teasing laugh. He drew his arm back and with his other hand, fixed his spectacles. "You better get ready. I think we have to move anytime now."
Celas was still a bit startled. She still had that human precaution with her. She knew that Alucard can fluctuate from the shadows but she was still getting used to that fact. Another mission, another night.
***
"On the double! Chop-chop!" Fergusson frantically waved his hands to get the unit into formation. "Assume sniping formation!"
The men obeyed in silence and with action. In no time the unit was prepared to give the sniper suppressing fire in case the ghouls got too close. The sniper, Celas, waited in her shell of three Hellsing troopers. She can now see the ghouls that were still around five corners down the street. This was starting to become routine now. Just pull the trigger, she thought. And just in case the ghouls do get near, she knew her master would just be watching.
The front line of troopers almost flinched as the loud bang of the sniper rifle sounded from behind them.
"One down. Slow but good," Alucard whispered as he watched the action from the rooftop of the building above. He knew he had to let Celas by herself. He was there just in case things went out of hand.
Three more shots echoed and three more ghouls were reduced to fetid dust. There were clouds that randomly covered the moon making spotting difficult - for a human that is. Celas took her time.
"Your sluggishness will kill you. Too slow on spotting, too slow on the trigger." Fergusson seemed more of a coach rather than a commander as he pointed out Celas' flaw. Celas reacted with positive swiftness. The ghouls were around three corners away. It was too close for comfort. She fired five more rounds into the night.
"Keep it up!" Fergusson praised.
"Twelve more," Celas whispered as she looked through her night-vision scope.
The ghouls were only about two corners away now. The rest of the troopers can have their take but Fergusson signaled them to "stand down." Celas had her time. As she was preparing to fire her weapon, something blurred her scope vision. She straightened her head to see what it was sans the green glow of her scope.
A figure so swift in its movements danced in the fray of the ghouls, twirling like a whirling dervish. In its hands were long bladed weapons that shone in the brief dim moonlight. Everything blurred as the figure kept its flailing and another cloud covered the moon.
"That damned fucking bastard again?" Alucard said in slight but recognizable irritation.
The rest of the troops including Celas remained still in awe and in surprise as the figure decimated more than half of the remaining ghouls in just a few blinks. Celas remembered that agility too well. She was at its receiving end once. For the first time on this mission, she wondered where her master was.
With seething annoyance, Alucard watched the spectacle from above. His eyes panned from the skirmish towards the fixated troops. He eyed Fergusson, who stood there glued to his spot. The irritation was also noticeable on the old commander's face. They both knew this was an insult to the institution. To Alucard, this was more of a personal score.
A few more seconds, about over a minute as the scene started, it came to its close. With the final swipe of the silver steel, the last of the remaining ghouls turned to dust. A mist of powdered earth shrouded the spot of the skirmish.
"Pack your gear. We're out of here," Fergusson called out to his still bewildered troops. The others began to move without hesitation. They were half-expecting to at least have a shot at those ghouls but the God-knows- who person who "aided" them eased them off their work.
"Move trooper," Fergusson called out to Celas.
Celas did not budge. She was stunned. She never thought she would see that figure again. Through the dark and the mist of dirt she could see who that was.
From the mist, the figure came forward. Only Fergusson was left outside their personnel vehicle, the rest of the troops all boarded. He watched as the figure slowly approached the still-crouched Celas. A few more steps and the figure stood in front of Celas.
The figure with its adept quickness brandished one of its blades and pressed it against Celas' neck. "You will be next, vampire!" the figure said and with its other blade, pointed at the rooftop. "That includes you, hell hound!"
Alucard was not surprised, knowing that the figure knew where he was. Emerging from the shadows, he jumped down the structure and landed in front of the brandished blade.
"Popish bastard," Alucard said in retort, still with the mocking smile. He cocked his gun and fired at the blade pinned against Celas' neck. The blade broke, its shards glistening in the re-emerged moonlight. Only then did Celas blink.
The figure threw the broken blade. He had more underneath his coat but he did not pursue the issue. He was facing vampires. He knew it was his immediate holy duty as a member of the Order of Iscariot to bring the demons to dust but he withdrew his blade, he calmly turned around and walked away.
"Hahaha! Strong words you say, demon. But I do not intend to rid England of its prime slayers. No, not tonight." As quick as the figure's entrance, so was his exit.
"Get up," Alucard said to Celas as he faded into the shadows. "We shall meet again and maybe next time, I'll kill you," he says as parting words to the fading figure.
Fergusson mutually looked upon the whole scene. He knew he should not interfere. His job here was done though the mission was accomplished through a third party. That would be his concern. He should care about what the supreme commander would say at his incompetent work. But he also knew that this would not be routine. Rome was up to something.
"Let's go," Fergusson said to the shaken Celas.
***
"This is an outrage! We do not need this! This is an outright insult to my institution! We do not need Rome to interfere with our matters. I do not care what the hell the Catholic Church says. We do not need that regenerator to prowl the streets of our jurisdiction. The Hellsing Institution has protected England well enough. I will look upon this matter carefully, and I swear Rome will hear me," Integra ranted inside her office.
***
"Hmmn. I do not like the feel of British air but I'll do whatever it takes for me to kill you," Alexander Anderson whispered in the cold London fog. "I'm back."
To be continued.