The Rabbit Hole
Prologue
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The rays of the early morning fell over the Once magnificent city of London.
Integra stood on the zeppelin overlooking the battlefield. What she saw brought tears to her eyes. Some of her country's most beloved monuments were gone.
Many honest hardworking people, whom had the misfortune of living in London were also gone. Integra's eyes looked over at the many corpses of these innocent men woman and even children. Many of these citizens had been reanimated as ghouls for a while, a fact which made their death that much worse to see. To live as a ghoul was a horrible fate...and then these people were put-down like the animal which they had all been forced to become.
Many times Integra swore that she saw some movement down there but She soon understood these to be the work of either rats or the wind.
She looked behind her. The dead cyborg known as Major Montana Max lay slumped over his command chair with an insanely happy expression on his face.
"You bastard." She said to the corpse. "What is it that drove you to this madness? Why didn't you die 55 years ago like you should have?" Integra looked the dead maniac in the eye. "If you wanted to die Why didn't you all hang yourselves?" Integra asked borrowing the expression from Seras.
Though the corpse gave no reply she could almost hear him carry out a conversation in Hell in the many war criminals of his own era. She could almost hear his bragging and boasting to his fellow amoralists about how he had in a single night attacked and partially destroyed the capital city of England. She was sure that this would be of interest to the many Nazis who had long ago been executed for their part in the holocaust.
She looked over to the building where Penwood had made his last stand. She wondered how many of the round table members had had survived and which had joined Sir Penwood in dead.
Her mind once again returned to death.
The mercenaries were gone. Many of her friends were gone. Then there was Walter, the man whom she had trusted greater than any other living soul, had betrayed her.
She imagined that Walter was dead now. If he wasn't it wouldn't be long until, he was. He had already said his goodbye to her. She suspected that like the surviving Nazis of Millennium he too had thought of this battle as his last.
The idea of Walter's death...it was something which should have brought about feelings of satisfaction, yet it invoked none in her...not like her uncle's death had brought.
Her eyes traveled to that part on the pavement where a blood seal was located; It was the last point where Alucard was before he disappeared.
Alucard was...He had been dead to begin with....undead actually, but now she didn't know what had become of the vampire only that he had vanished. She wondered if the vampire was truly gone. It worried her to know that their was a very real possibility that Alucard was truly dead.
More tears fell.
"Sir Integra."
Integra turned to her left to see the now full fledged vampire known as Seras Victoria giving her a similarly sad expression.
"We need to go," the vampire explained to Integra, "we need to get you to the hospital to get that eye looked at."
"Is one still intact? A hospital, I mean."
"There's an areas of London which wasn't hit hard. I think that the hospital might still be there. At least I hope so." The young vampire looked at the ground.
Integra said nothing as she followed Seras to a waiting car. It was beat-up and was probably the most car on the market, it certainly would never compare with her rolls-royce, but Integra wasn't worried about style or class; she just wanted something that still moved.
Seras opened the door. Integra got into the vehicle. She didn't even notice the slam which was required for the vampire to shut the car's second-hand door.
Integra pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and pushed it to her one eye. Still holding it to her eye She laid down resting her head on someone's old sweater.
Seras took her place in the driver's seat.
'How had this all happened?' Integra wondered. how would she and the remaining members of the round table explain this to the world?' well they wouldn't be explaining it, someone else would. But what would they say? The survivors of this battle would all have stories about the city being attacked by blood thirsty monsters. Sooner or later someone would realize that these attackers were vampire, their victims ghouls and before long someone would publish pictures of these artificial freaks each bearing the swastika, the symbol of Nazism. As crazy as this story would seem there would be genuine interest in what the survivors said.
The people would want answers. They would want to know what their leaders knew about the events of that night. What would they be told? The truth? That a secret group of people keep them blissfully unaware of the existence of such creatures. She thought that though dangerous as ignorance was she could most certainly understand why not knowing about vampires and ghouls and werewolves could make a person happier.
Integra felt her body shift heavily to the right. Then it happened again. Then she felt her head smack hard against the side of the car.
"Oww! Seras what are you doing?"
"I couldn't help it Sir Integra." the young vampire replied sadly, "There isn't any road here."
"I see." Integra replied laying back down.
She wondered how she personally would feel not to be in the loop about the events of this dark night."Ignorance is bliss."
"What was that?" Seras asked Integra, but she had already fallen asleep.
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END of Prologue
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Preview of the next chapter: One Stormy Night
Integra gasped. It couldn't be!
"Walter?"
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