Author's Notes: Hiya guys! I guess you'd know me if you've read my Hellsing Musical and Questions for the Undead fics. Yeah, so, you probably think I only indulge myself in humor, right? Sorry fella, quite wrong. I do write pretty serious if I want, thing is, I don't like to take myself seriously.
But when I do, this is the result. I've decided this would be a teaser, till I'm finished with my Musical project and my other fandom fic. Once done, hopefully I can start on this one.
This fic is set in no particular time or setting, just Hellsing, and no Incognito or whatever. I like the freedom. I'm not sure yet whether my characters will be in character or not, but frankly, probably not. Why? Because this is AxC fic, and basically, they are usually not totally IC.
But as far as the pairing goes, don't expect something fluffy or...whatever. Cause, I was never romance writer, gets overly dramatic when I do that, but at least on the hinting side I suppose.
But I've got my fic penned down properly, should be pretty satisfying. So without further ado, this is my first, and probably only, serious Hellsing fic. This is a teaser, so don't expect much from it or any other chapters coming in soon. I'm just doing this cause I don't want to forget later to write this fic ;p Bad memory.
A brief introduction to this fic. It focuses on Alucard's past, but don't expect the expected slew of old vampiric aquaintances, oh no. In fact, I think it's safe to say there is little vampiric activity besides Alucard or Celes. Hopefully not to deter you, I must say that this fic contains three made-up characters. One is the main reason for this fic, the other is the third party that helps to move the situations along, and the third is not really important, but sitll moderately essential.
So, read on, and hopefully I'll get support to continue
"Another church was burned down in 54 Pennington Street last night. As usual, no survivors, and the bodies of all the nuns were missing," Walter said casually as he laid the rolled up newspaper on the white table. Integral helped herself to a cigar as she laid back in the summer chair, uncharacteristically relaxed.
Sir Integral Hellsing was enjoying herself on the highrise patio of her manor. A table and chair had been set up so that she would be able to enjoy tea out in the sunshine instead of her darkened office. It was a beautiful day, with the sun not too high or bright, and the wind blowing not too strongly.
Plus, Alucard naturally not being able to disturb her for once.
She had agreed to such a casual rest when Walter pointed out the lack of vampiric activity for the last three weeks, and suggested a much deserved rest cure from her work.
It may have been a simple afternoon tea, but to Integral, it was a rare luxury, one which she was more than happy to finally be able to enjoy. For once, she felt unstressed, free, and contented.
She breathed in deeply on her cigar as she picked up the paper and read the front page, scowling at the headline.
"The third one this week. Are the police so incompetant that they can't stop common vandals?" she sighed as she flipped open the paper.
"These vandals seem to be very well-versed in pyrotechnics and well equipped, if I don't say so myself Lady Integral. The church was leveled flat and yet, there was hardly any explosion, nor disturbance noted before it,"
"And of course, the missing nuns," Integral said absentmindedly, flipping pass the World News section.
"Ah yes, the missing nuns," agreed Walter.
He bowed and left to fetch Integral another fresh pot of tea, letting her relish her time alone with the newspaper.
But the afternoon bliss was not to last for long. The silence of the day was suddenly shattered by a bone shaking explosion. Pushing herself up immediately, Integral threw the newspaper away from her as she stared wide-eyed and transfixed by what she saw some blocks away.
A great column of fire that was blood red, yet seemingly transparent, rose up into the sky, roaring and surging with an eerie life. Through those glass-like flames, Integral could see the church she personally favoured, crumbling and disintegrating with furious and unnatural speed.
It was not burning as one would see a building to, no, the church was dying. As strange as it was, Integral could not put it in any other way. Even from the distance, she could see the bricks and mortar that had withstood decades were breaking away before their edges reduced to mere dust and toppled down in a crippled heap of rubble. The church sagged down in one way and the other, the traditional wood beams were fast victims to the blaze.
A breeze was blowing yet the flames kept stretching up into the sky unperturbed, the tongues of flames so closely resembled fingers and claws that Integral thought they looked like they were worshipping someone.
A minute went by, the flames continued to burn strongly and Integral remained unmoving, leaning on the white railing of the patio with both hands gripped around it. Only the all too late sound of shouting, screaming and the wail of a fire engine broke her nightmaric revery.
Her fingers were clasped in a tight grip, her arm shaking with repressed rage, pushing into the hard metal of the railing but the small pain was nothing compared to her shocked fury at the sheer audacity.
Suddenly, she felt the ground and railling beneath her shaking uncontrollably, more so than even her rage could muster. The sudden intrusion of her thoughts caused her to hang on to the railing as she almost fell onto the ground. The Hellsing manor shook and wobbled, as did the other buildings of the vast city of London. The aftershock of an earthquake a great distance away, passed as a wave through the city for ten or so seconds, before finally stopping.
Integral stood up shakily from the short ordeal. The chair had toppled over in the mean time, and the scone and cup of tea she had been prepared to enjoy were scattered across the ground.
Cursing, she looked up again to view the blaze, but found it had diminished into nothing within the short spasm of the quake.
*God damn it...* she cursed mentally, having no cigar to vent her fury on made it worse.
Ignoring the mess around her, she strided back into the inner confines of her manor, her teeth clenched and fists curled.
Walter was running quickly up the corridor Integral had just turned into. His attempt to assist the woman was brushed away brusquely. Realising that she was in not any way hurt by the unexpected quake, and the apparent rage she was in, Walter wisely turned around to follow behind her, back to her office.
"I saw it, Walter, damn them all! In broad daylight! The bastards dared to deface God in broad daylight!" she spat distastefully as they turned another corner.
"Oh dear, but I was more worried of the sudden shock we felt..." Walter replied calmly as he spun on his heel to keep up with Integral.
"That doesn't matter! These are not 'common vandals' after all! That fire was apparently not normal, tell me if there is a fire that can completely destroy a building in under two minutes!" she rattled off nearly incoherent, so absorbed as she was.
They turned yet another corner, and they finally reached the door of her office, which Integral had personally hoped she would not have had to open till the evening.
"I'll be in my office for the rest of the day, Walter. Please bring another case of my cigars for me,"
"I believe the case in your current possession is a new one just opened this morning, Lady Integral,"
"Another case, please, Walter,"
"Of course, Lady Integral,"
As she turned to enter her office alone, Walter asked courteously, "If I may ask, what are you going to do, Lady Integral?"
Without turning back, she replied, with an evident edge to her voice, "Wait for sundown,"
Author's Notes: Actually, I planned to make this chapter teaser longer, but it seems so poignant to end it here. So, I think it's safe to say you'll actually see more coming not too long from now. At least, until the whole teaser is finished.