I don't own Hellsing - if I would, the OVAs would have not been delayed for so long -
Not quite animeverse, not quite mangaverse, not quite AU... somewhere in between... anyway, set after a german attack.
When Walter had walked into the large office, his Lady's chair was turned around, so that no one entering could see her from the door. The sole evidence of her presence was the faint trail of smoke rising from behind the large chair. Walking to her seat and perfectly placing her normal cup of tea on the desk, next to the heap of papers which demanded her attention, the old butler noticed that her blue eyes were staring at the wet landscape behind the transparent windows. It was yet another rainy day in the England… For the entire time of Walter's presence next to her desk, Integra had not even noticed him, entrapped by the falling drops of cold water and the cloudy sky.
Who could possibly know what hidden thoughts filled her mind at moments like these? Perhaps not even the cold-blooded vampire hiding in the dungeons below could guess at the moment. After all, this day was like no other. The first one to be rather calm, after the latest period of madness caused by the insatiable Millennium Organization. Now, one year after their last battle, they had once again seemed to vanish from the face of Earth… only to return and start another war. That was without a doubt what everyone else in the manor thought.
Walter was just about to exit as graciously as ever, when his Master's voice suddenly stopped him.
"Are you feeling that?" her voice was raspy, as if she had barely awakened in the morning, yet it sounded as alert as ever.
"What is it, Milady?" the butler returned to the centre of the room.
"It feels like an… earthquake?" she questioned and stood up herself, her suit and pose as impeccable as ever. As if on queue, the cup of tea from her office began shaking loudly, along with the old wooden desk and all the bookshelves stuck to the walls. Alarmed, Integra glanced at Walter, only to find him completely surprised by the phenomenon and by something appearing behind her. She turned around and found the rainy day in a sudden darkness, as a huge zeppelin darkened the English sky. "How did they manage this?" she barked, angry at the sight and the understanding that their intelligence had been useless. "Alert the Geese at once!" she ordered, but her command was welcomed by complete silence. Turning to the old butler once more, she noticed that he had remained unmoved in the middle of the office, just staring at the windows, apparently incapable of doing anything else. Analysing him for a moment, she understood that it was not the shock that had caused his catatonia, but some kind of device… one that only the Millennium could have created.
Running from her office, she nearly jumped down the stairs towards the underground part of the manor. If they had got Walter, then the Geese would definitely be pointless. She failed to reach the dungeons, as her attention was captured by the effects of whatever had happened at the ground level. The Wild Geese, as well as the rest of the soldiers, were fallen on the hard floor, forming a trail of human bodies down to the garden window doors, which were widely opened. In the middle of the empty garden, a sole silhouette stood, staring up at the light ignited from within the large zeppelin.
Alarmed, Integra changed her path and ran outside, trying to make sense of what her female vampire servant was doing. Apparently, the same catatonia had entrapped her as well, for she remained still, despite her master's shouts and the two bloody wounds on her body, nearly drenching her entire uniform in blood.
"Seras! Listen to me! Call you master!" Integra made a desperate attempt, facing the female vampire and shaking her shoulders roughly. The only thing she received from the blonde girl was
complete silence. Behind her, the zeppelin landed and allowed several figures to exit and intrude the unattended garden. Turning around, Integra tried spotting her enemies' faces, but found herself unable to, because of the blinding lights behind them.
"Don't worry, Fraulein!" the voice she despised brought back memories of war into her mind. All of a sudden, she felt as if her mind was dislocated from her body. The first instinct was to fall on the cold and wet ground below, but her body remained still, as if it were a puppet cautiously held by a puppeteer's strings. What a horrible feeling: to remain entrapped in your own body as an entity incapable of communicating with the outside world. She felt as if forced to view a movie she knew from the beginning she wouldn't enjoy. All of a sudden, her body, now drenched by the cold English rain, turned around and entered the manor, walking among the paralysed bodies of the Wild Geese among which was Seras' now as well: the only body to actually bleed, ironically enough. Without a sole emotion imprinted on her features, she entered the large house and resumed her original way, towards the dungeons below, where the residing beast had refused to move from for some reason.
Once she found herself in front of the ancient walls, her body entered the hall where his coffin was located, while her mind was desperately trying to gain access once more. Lifting the lid, her eyes finally found the creature they had been looking for since the beginning. He sat in the unusual bed, sleeping and looking almost human in the dim candlelight. But she knew better than that… and so did the entity currently residing inside her body. Still, why wasn't he waking up? Why wasn't he moving? Why wasn't he prepared to welcome her and mock her current appearance, not to mention guess all the possible (and wrong) reasons for which she was there? Why hadn't he noticed the upcoming danger?!
Why a calm of steel, the possessed body turned around and walked to a nearby table which was, curiously enough, filled with various silver-based weapons. Integra's mind froze at the understanding of all possibilities. Her body mechanically grabbed a silver steak and returned to the unsealed coffin. Against her will, her lips moving almost inaudibly, whispering Cromwell's name and the entire spell attached to it, while her cold hands moved above the vampire's silhouette, the stake ready to hit.
How could they be able to do this? How could the German gather their strength back so fast? How come they, of all people, were able to conduct such an attack?
"No!" it was the wrong word that ended the ancient spell and the vampire finally stirred from his deep slumber. Her body started shivering, as if it was ready to split in half and let another being surface from it's inside. Her right hand shook, gripping the stake with pale fingers. Below her, the vampire finally opened his eyes widely, coming across a situation he had never encountered before: the enemies had come too close and he had not sensed them, no one seemed to be alive anymore in the entire manor… and his master seemed to struggle against her own actions, although her intentions seemed to be more than clear.
"Integra?" he asked dumbly, still not grasping the entire situation. It was as if he had been drugged… except the fact that human drugs did not have any effects on vampires. Above him, Integra's blue eyes were filled with desperation and sadness: a stare he had never seen before. "Master, what are you doing?" he got up and she felt the entity inside attacking her own mind mercilessly. In less than a second, she backed up enough for him not to reach her and stabbed herself with the stake that had his name on it.
A moment later, she allowed herself to fall on the floor, only to be caught by her shocked servant. If not even he could understand what was going on, then perhaps this was indeed the end.
"Kill them!" apparently the entity inside her body had grown as tired as herself. Still, she managed to gain enough access to her own body in order speak… even if for a sole moment. "Do whatever you must… but finish them…" she spoke before blacking out. The last thing her eyes saw for a very long time was her servant's handsome figure contorted in a mask of anger, surprise and… could it be… perhaps even worry?
This is the first chapters of many... so let me know if this story is worth updating or not, before I start writing and editing them. By the way, just so you know, the summary can be considered part of the second chapter.
Therefor, R&R please!