WHERE THE WIND BLOWS

SAPPHIREWYREN

Chapter 1: A Picture is Worth 1000 Words, So what's a Dream Worth?

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing.

Author's Notes: Well faithful readers here we are again, a third installment to the Winds of Change series. I think that this will be the last part, well the last multi chapter part anyway. So without further ado let's get started!

It had been several weeks after what many called the end of the Maxwell Regime, and investigations were still ongoing. Not to say that reinstalling the previous government and economic system in place was easy, because it was not. Some people still had the mob justice mentality and others weren't trusting of any government and so there were more riots. The UNSC were investigating every person that worked or had access to the Vatican, even the janitors. And a new pope still had been chosen due to Maxwell's little stunt. And if this was not enough, the UN wanted to do an investigation on the Hellsing Organization's commander, Integra Hellsing, but was finding it to be a rather difficult task. For one thing, they couldn't get past the initial question, such as her birthday.

"When is your birthday?" the investigator would ask and in a dead serious tone, Integra would answer; "October 27, 1977" in a dead serious tone. When the math was done, it turned out that she would be 574 years old and they thought that she was trying to be funny. And it did not help that there was no information on the Hellsing director.

"Perhaps you are not looking in the right places" Integra said when the investigator told her this.

"You expect me to believe that you are 574 years old!?"

"I don't expect you to believe anything, however I do have things to do and I will not sit here all day talking to idiots like you."

"You're not going anywhere!"

"Do stop yelling and unless you are going to charge me with something and arrest me, I will be leaving."

"I'm charging you with obstruction of justice!"

"What justice am I obstructing?"

"The information of the identity of the vigilante the Silver Mask, you know who he is and you refuse to tell us."

"Oh that? He's some kid in Italy."

"We know you have more details than that."

"If I find out anything, you'll be the first to know."

"Don't pull that crap! You lied to the UN- twice!"

"I don't see why you need to know the identity of some vigilante."

"Why do you need to keep it a secret, Hellsing? Did you send him to kill those four Cardinals?"

"If I wanted those four fools dead, I have people at my disposal that would do a less showy job."

"So you have no use for the Silver Mask then, give me his identity so that we can arrest him."

"I would, if I didn't hire him."

"What!? What is your problem, woman?"

"For starters, I ran out of cigars, I'm wearing my least favorite tie and oh, there is a subpar looking white man yelling at me."

The investigator gave up; "Fine, you may leave, but we will give you hell if we find out anything."

"Little boy, you don't know what hell is."

"One more question, does anyone else knows the identity of the Silver Mask?"

Integra smirked; "If anyone else did know, you really think I would tell you?" and with that she left.

Flashback to Italy

Giuseppe Del Vecchio was tired, but very happy. First the video that exposed the not-so Holy Father Enrico Maxwell and his horrible deeds had the exact effect he hoped it would have. Enrico was executed by the verdict of mob justice. Afterwards there was a celebration and parties in the streets. There was music that was actually fun to listen to and eating and drinking. By the time Giuseppe returned to his apartment, it was past one in the morning. As he entered, he heard a husky voice say; "Stai godendo la festa, Giuseppe?" (Enjoying the party, Giuseppe?) The young man nearly jumped through the next floor. Sitting quite comfortably in his chair, smoking a cigar was a tan woman in a suit.

"Che diavolo sei?" (Who the hell are you?)

"Che `e la domanda che stavo per chiederti. Sei tu Giuseppe Del Vecchio, partito ragazzo o la maschere d'argento assassino del cuore di ghiaccio?" (That is the same question I was going to ask you. Are you Giuseppe Del Vecchio, party boy or the Silver Mask, cold hearted assassin?) Integra held up a silver mask. "In modo che uno `e vero?" (So which one is it?)

"Lo non so quello che stai parlando, signore." (I don't know what you are talking about, lady).

"Naturalmente non lo fai." (Of course you don't).The director tossed a folder at Giuseppe's feet, but he didn't need to look inside to know what it was.

"Cosa vuoi?" (What do you want?)

"Per farvi sapere che ora lavori per me." (To let you know that you now work for me).

"Perch`e diavolo voglio lavorare per voi?" (Why the hell would I want to work for you?)

"Si potrebbe o lavorare per me o si pu`o trascorrere il resto della tua vita in prigione. Le autorit`a stanno ancora cercando la persona che ha ucciso i quattro cardinali." (You could either work for me or spend the rest of your life in prison. The authorities are still looking for the person who killed the four Cardinals).

"E se ho ancora dire di no?" (And if I still say no?)

"Sembri piuttosto abbastanza. Hai mai stato sodomizzato?" (You look pretty enough. Have you ever been sodomized?)

Giuseppe could only stare at the woman in shock, but he sighed in resignation; "Co`si sia, lavorer`o per voi." (So be it, I'll work for you). His answer was received with a smug smile; "Ho avato la sensazione che si potrebbe dire cha." (I had a feeling you would say that).

"Ancora non mi hai detto chi diavolo sie." (You still have not told me who the hell you are).

As she left the apartment, Integra handed Giuseppe a silver business card; "Accogliera l`Organizzazione Hellsing, Giuseppe." (Welcome to the Hellsing Organization, Giuseppe).

Giuseppe sighed: "Merda, cosa mi sono entrato?" (Shit, what did I get myself into?)

Fast forward back to London, England

Integra was glad when the UNSC decided that they did not want to talk to her. She had more important things to do, than answer the same questions repeatedly. It wasn't as if vampires and other satanic freaks stopped attacking people every time they wanted to question the director. She cooperated only to the limits that her mood would allow. Integra left a squadron of soldiers in Italy to search for any other places that Maxwell may have hidden Chimera or drugged say walkers and destroy them. The UN should be happy for that at least.

Philip entered the office and handed the commander a folder, what was inside turned her stomach. There were images of mostly eaten children and other pictures that showed ghouls that looked like children. The report stated that the children ghouls were made of recently deceased children. Their victims were students of St. Barnebus Church of England Primary School in Oxford.

"How can children become ghouls?" asked Philip aghast. Usually when a vampire bit a person who was not chaste, they become ghouls and the vampire becomes their master. But these were children, they were still chaste.

"However this report makes no mention of a vampire, so it can be a possibility that these ghouls were manufactured."

That seemed like one conceivable answer to how the children became ghouls. Integra noticed in the report that the children that were devoured were just that; devoured. It did not state that the children rose from the dead and became ghouls. They were just food to be consumed. When the soldiers arrived on the scene, many of them were very uncomfortable with the idea of shooting children, even if they were ghouls, but the job had to be done, no matter how uncomfortable. With that case was closed the soldiers could get back to putting down normal ghouls and Chimera.

A couple of nights later- Hellsing Manor

How did she get here? Where was here exactly? Integra sighed; she was going to have to cut back on the cigars before bed. She wondered through the bazaar….bazaar? People bustled around and even through her. "Oh great, I'm in one of those dreams. I automatically blame Alucard." Before Integra could imagine a painful way to punish the vampire, she saw two familiar faces in the crowd, the first was Walter, her ex-butler and the other was Arthur Hellsing. The butler looked to be in his mid to late forties and Arthur wasn't the sickly man that Integra saw in his last year in life. The commander followed the two until they came to a stop outside a building.

"Sir, must you come here? What would the members of the Round Table think?"

Arthur laughed; "Walter, as a man, I'm allowed my vices."

"Yes, but this? Couldn't it be gambling or anything else?"

"I prefer to spend my time with the fairer sex."

Upon hearing this, Integra looked at the sign on the building and saw that it said the words; "Dancing Girls", she suspected that the girls did more than just dance. "Father, why were you an asshole?"

Walter sighed as Arthur entered the building; "Nothing good is going to come from this."

Integra looked around at the people in their colorful saris and wondered how these people could stand the heat….did you say 'saris'? People greeting each other in the native language of Hindi, the signs written in Hindi, then it Integra as she stared the building. This was where Arthur, her father met her mother! Why was she having this vision? Then the surroundings began to run, as if someone had thrown water on a fresh painting and Integra found herself in a familiar place: Hellsing Manor. As she gazed around the living room, an ear piercing scream shook the house, causing Integra to cover her ears. What on earth could make a noise like that? As she went to find the source of the noise Integra ended up in a bedroom. Her mother lay on a bed, quite still, in her arms she held a tan baby with at thatch of thick blond hair on her head and the bluest eyes. The midwives and her father looked sad as they gazed at the woman on the bed. One of the midwives said softly; "I'm sorry…Sir. At least ….you have a healthy baby girl…" Arthur picked up the baby as she screamed again as if she knew her mother had died. Another midwife asked; "What will you name her, Sir?

"I will give her a strong name like her: Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing." The baby Integra stopped crying long enough to look her father in the eye and gurgle. "Yes, Teggy you will become a strong woman."

"He had to go and ruin it" groaned Integra, she hated that nickname! The room faded into blackness and reappeared, this time Integra was in Manor's grand library; on that fateful day. The commander watched as her five-year-old self struggled to carry a large dictionary over to a table. Without even asking, she knew what word the girl was trying to find the definition of: 'prostitute'. Integra remembered this day well, a few hours prior; she had walked into her father's office, to show him a picture she had drawn. It was a family portrait which included an image of her mother, even though the little girl barely remembered what she looked like. Little Integra was proud of the picture she drew and when she showed her father, he grinned and complimented on how beautiful it was. So focused on showing off her picture, Little Integra didn't even notice the two men that were in her father's office. It wasn't until after their meeting was over and that the men were leaving was when she heard the first one say; "Sir Hellsing has such a pretty little girl, pity her mother was a prostitute."

The second man shook his head; "Hopefully the young miss will not follow in such a terrible lifestyle."

"Of course not, she's being raised as a proper British Protestant lady, not some Hindu savage, letting their women do whatever or whomever they want!"

The men left without ever seeing her, not knowing that Little Integra heard everything. She went to her father's office and asked; "Father, what is a prostitute?" The look her father gave her frightened the little girl, he said; "I don't EVER want to you to use that word, it is forbidden in this household! Do you understand, Integra?"

"Yes, father" the girl answered in a low voice.

So here she was in the library being watched in by her adult self trying to find out what a forbidden word meant. The way the men had said the word, Little Integra knew it was a bad thing and her father's reaction confirmed it. The definition was not better, as it defined a prostitute as an immoral woman who engages in sexual acts for money, a whore, a loose woman. Integra watched sadly as her child counterpart had to process the fact that her mother was probably a bad person. Maybe that was why her father rarely spoke about her. The five-year-old sat on the floor and cried silently. After a few minutes later, Little Integra wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. It was that day Integra decided she didn't have a mother. Even as she grew older and was able to understand, she refused to acknowledge her mother in anyway. The little girl walked out of the library and closed the door behind her. Integra picked up the picture that lay on the floor, abandoned by its creator. After glaring at it for a few seconds, she crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into the fireplace. The commander had quite enough of this dream and she woke up.

Chapter End

Author's Notes: Well that was unexpected; I did not expect to write any of that, since it was not in my notes, it just came to me. Maybe most people would disagree about Integra's relationship with her mother, but I think it is plausible, seeing as Integra never met her mother. So I'm going with it. I also read (maybe on Hellsing wiki) that her mother may have been a prostitute. For the Italian dialogue I used Google translate. It was cool writing a conversation and then having it translated into Italian. Hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter. See ya in the next chapter!