Strange Allies 7
Chapter 1
Hellsing Manor in London, England
Cameron
Cameron Fenton awoke at the sound of her coffin lid opening. Her eyes opened and her master, Alucard, said, "Come my dear. We have a mission." Cameron accepted Alucard's offered hand as he helped her out of her coffin. As they left her room in the lower dungeons of the Hellsing Mansion she asked, "Do you know what my first mission will be, Master." "Not yet," Alucard answered as they walked to Sir Integra Hellsing's office, "Our Master only asked me to bring you to her." "I can't wait to see how much stronger I am," Cameron said. "Really?" Alucard asked, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Cameron nodded enthusiastically; after all, it wasn't like this was all new or scary to her. She had killed a lot of vampires as a half-ghost, doing it as a half-vampire shouldn't be too hard.
They passed by some soldiers, and Cameron could hear the men's heart's pumping. Pumping their sweet blood… Focus! If you consume any of the soldiers, you will be promptly executed! Alucard told her through telekinesis. Cameron focused on thinking about her upcoming mission, and followed Alucard silently, ignoring the sounds all around her. Her hearing was extremely sensitive now; she had to focus on the sounds of Alucard's footsteps to keep from focusing on the soldiers.
"New vampire girl, Danny Phantom's daughter."
"I hear she's eighteen now."
"She's a vampire you bloody idiot! She'd probably eat you!"
"I don't know, with an ass like that it could be worth it."
"Shut up! They're coming!"
Cameron and Alucard saw two soldiers standing at attention in front of Sir Integra's office. "You are dismissed," Alucard said, his voice conveyed the message, 'Get out of my sight or never be seen again.' The two soldiers very quickly, but with true British discipline, got very far away from Alucard and Cameron. Alucard opened the door and strode in, Cameron following closely behind him. "Cameron, have a seat. Before your mission, there are things that I need to explain to you," Sir Integra told her. Cameron sat down and asked, "What is this all about?" "Your future," Sir Integra said, and then turned the computer on her desk around to show two people, a black man, at least in his fifties, and a woman in her forties of Indian descent with bright grey eyes.
"These are Lord Malcolm of Ulster and Baroness Ophelia of Brighton, they are select peers of the House of Lords chosen to oversee whether or not the Hellsing Organization needs you or not," Sir Integra introduced the two people. "Um…Good evening," Cameron said, What the Hell? Oversee if I'm needed? Since when did anyone tell Sir Integra fucking Hellsing what to do? "There was a lively debate among the peers if Sir Hellsing had overstepped her authority," Lord Malcolm said. "Think of us as a compromise, you have been given one month to prove that you are an asset to the Crown. Should you fail this probationary period, you are to be terminated with extreme prejudice," Baroness Ophelia said.
"Why are you treating me like some kind of monster already? I've only been a vampire for a week!" Cameron stated. "You are no ordinary vampire," Baroness Ophelia said, "You are also one-quarter ghost, and you were turned naturally, not artificially like Vlad Plasmius. You may be more powerful than him, or you may be weaker than him. We need to see which one you are." "The fact is," Lord Malcolm continued, "That the vampires of Hellsing cost us in both money used to make their specialized weapons and ammo, and in lives, the blood you consume comes from blood drives. A healthy vampire needs at least a pint every month to remain healthy and grow in strength, yet you are fed at that much each day. That is 365 pints of blood per year, and with three vampires it's 1095 pints that don't go to hospitals annually."
"Basically," Baroness Ophelia explained, "The burden is on you to prove to us that the lives sacrificed to serve you are worth it by the lives that you save. Either this, or the blood will be rationed to only one pint a month for each of the vampires that serve the Hellsing Organization." "Sir Hellsing convinced the House of Lords and the House of Commons to give you this probationary period," Lord Malcolm said. Cameron could only sigh at this new information, they had a good point. It had been four years since she started fighting ghosts…and vampires. She had forgotten how at first the media and public had said that she had to prove herself. She had forgotten what it was like to have to earn someone's respect from nothing. "I understand," Cameron said.
"Good, if that is all, Sir Hellsing, the House is coming into session now," Lord Malcolm said. "Thank you, Lord Malcolm, Baroness Ophelia. I will keep you updated on Cameron's progress," Sir Integra said and the two Lords were off the screen. Once that was over, Sir Integra turned her attention onto Cameron. "You need to understand some things about your situation. I had to make compromises in order to ensure your continued existence. Among them, I also needed to use special seals on you to make sure you followed my orders. Those seals are temporary. But I also put a permanent seal on you."
"What? When?" Cameron asked. "As you were sleeping I did them, I know a few tricks to keep vampires from awakening, but they're not practical enough to use on a wider basis," Sir Integra explained. "Your ghost powers have been sealed away. They will remain that way unless I tell you the invocation to temporarily release those seals. Think of it as similar to how Alucard's own powers are sealed unless he uses the Cromwell Invocation," Sir Integra explained. "Can you tell me that invocation now?" Cameron asked. "No," Sir Integra said, "Unless an emergency arises, you will have to make do without your ghost powers for the next two weeks." Cameron moaned and wiped her hands over her face, "This just keeps on getting better and better. Anything else?"
"No, that is all," Sir Integra said, "Now, on to your missions. Until I decide otherwise, either Alucard or Seras will observe your missions and report back to me on your performance. They are to only interfere if their lives or the lives of civilians are put in jeopardy. You're effectively on your own." Sir Integra then pulled out a drawer from her desk; she looked like she had to put some effort into it. She then lifted up a large silver automatic pistol that had a ten inch barrel, at least.
"This will be your weapon for now, a .54 Hellsing Arms automatic pistol. I call it the Michael," Sir Integra said as she lifted it to Cameron. Cameron took the gun and didn't understand why it was so hard for Integra to lift. "That gun you're holding weights around 19 pounds, and fires special exploding rounds, with a clip of twelve bullets," Sir Integra explained before once again reaching into her desk and pulling out four ammo clips for Cameron. Cameron put one it and took aim at a picture on the wall of Sir Integra's office of Oliver Cromwell. "Do not fire that in here," Sir Integra coldly said, and Cameron lowered the gun. Sir Integra gave Cameron a hip holster to put the gun in and Cameron put her gun away and stored the extra clips into her white Hellsing uniform's breast pockets.
"Now then, on to your actual mission," Sir Integra said as she typed on her computer and an image of a farmhouse appeared. "We have confirmed that there are at least two vampires hiding away in this farm three and a half kilometers outside of Herefordshire. We are getting reports of disappearances among teenagers in that area. Your mission is to destroy the vampires there, and their ghoul slaves if they have any." Cameron patted her Michael handgun and said, "Consider it done." "We have a helicopter waiting to drop you two off at Herefordshire. Good luck," Sir Integra said as Cameron and Alucard left her office. As they walked away Cameron heard Integra pray, "God be with her now."