The Rebuilding
Author's Note: This story begins at the end of the anime. I love the manga, but the anime offered such a fan-fic worthy ending! If you notice errors in my writing or OOC-ness, please let me know! All reviews appreciated!
Disclaimer:
All characters belong to Kouta Hirano, brilliant creator of Hellsing!
Chapter One
The door of the prison room burst inward under the force of about a dozen men. I had been nodding off when the attack began, and I barely had time to register what had happened when rough hands pulled me from my chair. I punched and kicked, only to have my wrists and ankles caught and bound. I opened my mouth to yell. "Alucaaa-!" A gag was quickly pulled over my mouth. I recognized it absently as the blue scarf I had removed earlier. Where on earth was that vampire?
There was a red blur in the corner of my vision, and two of my assailants fell to the floor silently. I felt Alucard's arm around my waist, pulling me to his chest. I worked the gag out of my mouth with my tongue. "About bloody time, vampire. Loose these ropes and get me out of here."
The rest of the rabble stared at Alucard, fear apparent on their faces. "Demon…" A man hissed. He leveled a gun at us and fired two shots. I heard the report and immediately felt pain blossom in my chest and shoulder. "Regular lead bullets." I thought, strangely calm. "Foolish humans." My vision narrowed and disappeared as I lost consciousness.
I woke with great effort. The pain in my head and chest reminded me that the dream was not merely the creation of an overstressed mind, but an unpleasant and perplexing reality. I struggled to open my eyes and was moderately successful. Good, I thought, I can still see. The bed canopy was blurry, of course: I haven't been able to see clearly without my glasses since I was five. I wanted to reach out and find them, but my right shoulder felt like a bag of sand. A throbbing, aching bag of sand, but useless no less.
I shifted slightly and tried to sit up. The effort left me panting and blinking away tears. Integral Hellsing…crying. I thought. Good thing no one is around to witness it.
"Looking for these?" My glasses were suddenly hovering in front of my face. I blinked, registering my surprise. Carefully, my vampire settled the glasses into place. The room slid into focus and I cautiously turned my head to look around. The room was not my bedchamber back in the Hellsing mansion! Of course not, I chastised myself, a pang of heartache making my stomach turn, who knows how much of that house is still standing? My father's house.
I pushed the thought from my mind and studied the room. It was beautifully appointed, but noticeably old fashioned. Light poured in from the tall windows on the wall farthest from the bed. The drapes were bleached in places, as if they hadn't been drawn in years. An electric fan whirring quietly on the bedside table seemed to be the only item in the room created after 1890.
"Where…am...I?" I was disturbed by how weak my voice sounded. My words were barely audible over the pulse in my head that kept threatening to drown me. I watched Alucard take a glass of water from the bedside table. "My house." He said simply, holding the glass to my lips so I could drink.
I swallowed and turned my head away from the glass. It hurt to swallow. "Your…" I tried to make sense of that.
"Yes, my house. Go to sleep, Integra."
At that moment I was aware that something was very wrong. I felt for the place where the seals that kept Alucard bonded to me were. There was only the vaguest hint that those seals were ever there. I blinked, fighting my panic. "Alucard…you..aren't.."
He set the glass down again. "No, Integra, I'm not. Now go to sleep."
I was unconscious almost before he finished speaking.
Author's Note: I hope to have chapter 2 up sometime next week. Until then…