So this a revision of Antiquity Hearts because I started it off on the wrong place I wanted my OC to be and added Hellsing characters way to early from the anime Hellsing Ultimate series. I have to change a few things like spelling and grammar, delete a character (who will return shortly) and add a few scenes here and there.
Yes, I know I've been posting a lot of chapters and creating new stories and not making new chapters for previous stories but I've got a lot of my mind, so I have to clean it out. LOL
To the fans of Hellsing, it ROCKS! LOL
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Chapter 1: Potential Allies
Damn it all to bloody Hell.
Integra glared at the papers in front of her regarding the Hellsing's debts and expenses to military artillery and reconstruction of buildings (most which were destroyed by Alucard). She wished she could just set them to ash and be done with it; however, if she were to do that then thousands of lives would be lost and the secret of vampires existing would be out.
She sighed in irritation. The irony of it all was the quote "crime never pays".
Of course, there was the Queen of England and her council to contribute in expenses and protection from the public eyes; though, humans would occasionally get a stray glimpse of the real world and take it all out of contacts, such as idiotic romantic entanglements with such beings (disgusting) which would possibly be the end of the world.
And the shipping of their weapons didn't go as far under the bridge neither because of the transportation of such equipment always being stopped for integration by certain law enforcers of so-and-so countries. Walter, herself and the rest went through enough trouble with Alucard without idiots with a badge to stop them from saving their blissful stupid hinds from the true darkness of the world.
She tossed the papers in her hands as if they were the devil of her thoughts with the rest of the pile on her desk and no sooner after, a knock came to her office door. Without even looking, she told the person to come in; knowing it must be Walter considering he was the only one that knocks and it was about time for tea. As presumed to schedule, the Hellsing's "trash man" and butler, Walter C. Dornez, came in with greetings to her and wheeling in a food cart.
"Sir Integra, today's refreshments consist of Earl Gary tea and French Chocolate Truffles."
"Thank you, Walter." She said before pulling out a cigar from her coat pocket and placing it between her teeth. "Light," she expectantly demanded.
After placing a fixed cup of tea on Integra's desk, Walter leaned over with a lighter, open and its own small, compacted flame blazing, and placed it under the end of the cigar, waiting till it burned tiny embers within ashes.
"I see the "usual" mail came in today." He commented after tucking the lighter away and standing straight once more.
Integra took a deep drag before taking the cigar away and releasing the nicotine smoke, giving Walter her usual in-control stare. "Indeed and if the rise of these assessments continues, it may become known by the media and we'll lose our budget and investors. Honestly, couldn't Alucard be more dignified and discreet on his missions, he's representing the Hellsing organization for God's sake." She finished, stating the No-Life King's name and actions with distaste.
Walter's smile was of dark humor, "Catastrophes are always Alucard's specialty."
Integra scoffed, causing Walter's smile to falter into an apathetic expression as she stood from her desk and going around her chair to gaze out the huge panel windows to the Hellsing's headquarters, watching personal elite soldiers guard their assigned sector of territories from unwelcomed guests.
"Please, he practically invented the word, the definition at most; but that is not of importance," She joked dryly. "What's important is finding a solution to our money problems. Between our own armies' incompetence in weaponry maintenance and the constant fines of property damage, Hellsing will be in ruins." Speaking of the possibility of Hellsing's demise left a bad taste in Integra's mouth.
Walter silently agreed with her. It was obvious the problem with damaged buildings had only one solution and that was blaming the movements within Earth such as earthquakes, simple reconstruction, or hostilities among the public which resolved in the word of authority of the Queen of England or of other country leaders.
Now, as for Hellsing's arsenal supplies and suppliers, that was entirely different matter. What organization was reliable, stealthy, and secretive of disposing enemies for Hellsing?
"Maybe, we're looking for another organization but…a family?" Walter thought deeply as a light-bulb flicked on as a brilliant idea came to him before he then smiled grimly, "I have the perfect idea."
"Sir," he said catching the Hellsing's attention from the grounds, "if I may, I do believe I have a solution to our negative occurrences or more specifically someone. Do you recall the Clawde family?"
Integra returned to her seat as Walter talked, "Of course, the Clawde family has always been loyal to the Queen and the Hellsing family by contributing in our activities but if I remember correctly, 50 years ago most of their sibling branches have been eradicated by enemies, causing others to retire under aliases." She finished in a matter-of-fact tone, assuming there was nothing more to the matter.
A Chester Cat grin stretched across the butler's face. "Not all of them, Sir."
Now this truly caught Integra's interest but she was becoming intolerant of Walter delaying information for even another second. "Get to the point Walter." She said, her voice having an edge of agitation from her headache that began this morning.
"Sir Integra, I know of one family that carries the Clawde name thoroughly and preserves in their family business. Even before your father's death and the present events of your inheritance, I've kept in contact with them in case of emergencies, such as Alucard's and Seras's new toys." He informed her as she puffed out more smoke.
Integra gritted her teeth, stabbing her half-finished cigar into an ashtray. "Why was I not informed of this?"
Walter found her irritation amusing that the heir of the Hellsing family becoming angry at un-notified information. After all, making a woman frustrated or mad was always intriguing and entertaining to a man and if they were immortal like Alucard, they do it more often; but with certain women, such as Integra, one learned when to draw-the-line before having to deal with a furious Hellsing and a bloody-psychotic Alucard.
Walter was not afraid of either one with having assisted Hellsing's supernatural intentions for over 40 years but at having reached his age of 50's, he'd like to see tomorrow; however…
"Oh, to be young, again" He thought in absent longing, "But back to the Clawde's."
"They use extra precautions regarding to other business ties with enemies and concerns with personal ties. You see," He began to lecture, "because of this family being the only one carrying on their legacy, they must be very discreet in order to go undercover as enemy operatives and those families under alias to not cross paths in dangerous matters. Though we're not Clawde's enemies, they do not want to constantly send out help to allies and then being connected to them by spies."
"Then how do you suggest we conduct business with them if they're so paranoid?"
"This family branches out across the world doing business which causes most clients to have difficulty in contacting them; I, however, am one of their best customers and one phone call away to having one member of the family living here if you permit it." Walter's smile was full of confidence.
Integra deeply thought it over about having another "guest" resigning into the Hellsing's estates. The matter of getting whatever supplies for the cause which is Hellsing was very tempting.
However, without knowing the person's personality or motives, other than being another gun-slinging, destructive roughen, trying to cooperate with the other Hellsing "guests" was without a doubt unnerving; especially in Alucard's case, if he were to kill him, there went alliances with England's best operatives. But Integra supposed that as long she ordered Alucard (including Seras, since she is his Draculina) to not kill the person, everything should run smoothly.
"Very well. Call them immediately and tell him to send their best man pronto." She ordered.
"As you wish, Sir." Walter bowed, placing a hand over his heart before exiting out of the room.
Integra didn't ask why Walter did not just use the phone in her office as he left, only coming to the conclusion that the Clawde family must be extremely paranoid of giving anyone the smallest information like a phone number. She trusted Walter, but as for the Clawde family, she hoped they were of some help instead of another corpse.
As it was day-time at Hellsing estates, Walter made the call in the pallor room; seeing as "the creatures of the night" would be asleep downstairs in the basement and Sir Integra would be in her office where he left her, the conversation would be kept private.
Finally after the third ring, someone picked up. "Hello?" It was a deep alternate voice activated box, designed to change a person's voice when talking so the person could trick whoever was calling.
Walter entire face frowned, he really hated this part. "It is said, He shall walk upon the Earth," He began portraying a preacher giving a powering serum, "and look around at all his creations done and then say to his children…What the fuck." He drooled.
It was completely silent, so quiet you could hear a pin being dropped.
That's when the thunderous laugh came through the other line. "Damn, Walter!"
Walter sighed, possibly in humiliation, "Honestly, Cassius, isn't it a bit childish for ridiculous passwords?"
"Only if it's you." A gruff voice came through out of breath.
"Lucky me." Walter said sarcastically, even though he was smiling a bit.
Cassius Clawde, a wise out-spoken man of 60-years-old, a father of 8 children, and the head of the supernatural-hunting Clawde family. "Whoo…ha-ha…sorry Walter, I'm a bit winded." Walter could hear the man clearing his throat, "Alright then, so what kind of trouble are you in now that it involves the phone call. Make it quick because you're putting numbers on my bill."
"Speaking of expenses, that's just the situation Hellsing is in, between reconstruction of buildings and supplies of artillery, it's becoming quite the bother for Sir Hellsing."
"Ain't the Queen and her lap dogs opening up their purses for you? And how is the young lady Hellsing doing anyway?" The foreign, American slang showing in Cassius's voice through the call.
"The debts are becoming too large to handle for the media not to notice. As for Sir Hellsing, she's severely irritated of how things are going. "
"Alucard being reckless, again?" Cassius asked as if talking about the weather.
It was true, the Clawde family did know of Alucard's existence. In fact, in the years of Abraham Van Hellsing, the family assisted Abraham in the capture of the great vampire.
"Could he be any other way?"
"No, probably not," Cassius laughed before he sighed. "So what do you need? Grenades, more bullets, a tank—"
Walter interrupted before Cassius continued the endless list of Clawde's supplies. "No, those won't be necessary. This predicament requires one of your best men living at the Hellsing estates and they need to arrive here as soon as possible."
There was a slight pause on the line. Walter almost thought he hung up. He knew this request was an extensive one but the Clawde's never denied Hellsing before.
"Hmm, I don't know. My boys are not use to staying at one place for a long time, not even at home, and they're kind of around the world now; though, there is Charlie in Ireland and-"
"We'll take him." Walter interrupted, feeling a disturbed darkness seeping into the room making the air thick and cold to breathe.
Obviously that this conversation had gone long enough for someone to notice; the person now casually sitting in a black leather chair behind Walter, listening attentively to both ends of the conversation.
The line was silent for a moment, obliviously Cassius was thinking it over, "Give me the perks of the job and I'll see he's interested."
"Alright a warm bed, three meals a day, an infinite amount of supplies for work, their own work space, and field action." Walter knew the Clawde family wasn't greedy by any means, as long they had the necessities for survival and keep them intent in their labor.
"Security measures" The man was not asking but demanding an answer.
"Sir Integra has several armed professional operatives that are more than capable to protect him if needed on and off the field but I highly doubt if that's necessary with your reputation. Cameras, safe rooms and booby-traps are hidden throughout the manor. If anyone were to figure out about your son's stay here, they'll be taken care of personally, along with their colleagues, and all information will be burned to a cinder." Walter replied idly as if foreseeing Cassius interrogation.
"Communication."
"Oh for God's sake, he would think we're guarding Fort Knox! Then again, with Hellsing's intelligence, it's worth ten times the amount of gold." Walter thought annoyingly. "That I will leave to you; for I, and Hellsing, trust that nothing leaves this manor for other purposes."
"For the Queen's and Hellsing's loyalty, there is nothing else for us." Cassius said honorably, the phrase sounding of reciting an anthem.
Ah, yes! The Clawde family's oath, the meaning clarifying that without assisting Abraham in the eradication of all dark creatures ages ago, the family wouldn't be where they are today which was a huge success, and if they were to break such connection they would be eradicated themselves for having vital information. Almost like a contract.
"Alright," Cassius confirmed, "I'll call Charlie later to be ready at your door, say three days from now at 5 o'clock for tea?"
"We'll prepare for his arrival. It was good speaking to you, again…Gate Keeper." The butler smiled in gratitude and respect.
Cassius chuckled. "The feeling's mutual, Reaper."
Then the line went dead.
"Gate Keeper was his name and sending you to heaven…or hell, was his game. How you did it so well, my friend." Walter thought with a dark smile, placing the phone back onto the receiver.
"Do you need something, Alucard?" Walter asked, turning to the ominous vampire always attired in a red frock overcoat and fedora still sitting in the black chair with one leg crossing-over the other and his gloved hands lacing on his lap, he seemed to be waiting patiently…if Alucard had any patience. Irony when he has all the time in the world.
The vampire's mouth broke into a sinister manic grin, his piranha-like teeth glistening in the sunlight coming through one of the open curtain windows. "Well, I am quite parched."
Can anyone guess which character I deleted (momentarily) and why? I don't know, just for kicks...because "KICKS" ARE FOR KIDS! Ha-ha, cereal humor.
So that's it till next time! Please review. Expect revision of chapter 2.
