A/N: Ay, I wrote this, like, the beginning of the school year in my anatomy class cos I was rereading and got to this part and was like imma write something.
In one night, Heinkel Wolfe lost absolutely everything.
The crusade was supposed to be successful. Maxwell had insisted that it would be and now he was dead. Enrico Maxwell, who had grown up with her, who she had ended up dutifully serving, lay dead. He had been like a brother and she had helped ensure his rise to power and now he lay dead.
When Anderson had set off after Alucard, she had briefly thought he might have a chance against the vampire. Of course, he didn't, and, of course, he was gone. Her father figure and role model was gone. Alexander Anderson, who she had boldly followed into battle, who made her want to dress as the priest, was gone.
Yumie. Yumie Takagi. No one in the world was more important than her friend, her sister, her lover. There was nothing in a world without Yumie and she couldn't even get her vengeance. Yumie may as well have died for nothing and Heinkel can't do anything about that.
In one night Heinkel Wolfe lost everyone and everything, and all she could do now was wait for the next crusade and make their deaths worth something.
A/N: Me and my Iscariot obsession…