Hey y'all! This is my first fan fiction. I rewrite my preface in exchange for this, much better, eh? Anyway, reviews of all kind are welcomed. Alice belongs to me, and Hellsing and its characters belong to Kouta Hirano.
They moved swiftly, more like animals than humans. There long limber arm stretched out like paws grasping the gravely soil, and their body were silhouetted against half-moon night. They brushed the bushes with lighting speed, rattling the ferns gently. Breaks in the undergrowth revealed old hairless scars and vicious gnarled fangs jumbled into the gum line. Their dispersed group running along with a high purpose of the hunt following the leader. The alpha kept a orderly group of three at his flanks, his rasping old breath tearing at his rising and failing chest. He scrabbled onto a rise, and came to a pause, the pack, ten strong, diffused around the three. The cliff side loomed over a small clearing; a campsite. They crouched eagerly, paws tearing at the rocky soil, and waited patiently. The younger werewolves crept along the jagged cliffside and edged along the campsite. The majority of families were asleep; after all the moon was high in the sky; midnight. Their soft breathing radiating throughout the campsite. The young ones veered away from the R.V.s and searched out the tents. A small tent was near the boarder, with only two adults…yes, that one was a perfect target. The alpha eyed it anxiously and stalked over to the side of the tent. The remaining followed. Carefully. He thought. But he disregarded his thoughts, and clawed through the polyester fabric. The group noticed his and lunged itself onto the quivering tent. The couple inside were woken abruptly, and began shrieking. The trio leapt on top of them, the other ten circling in and grasping anything, limbs, flesh, and even bits of the tent and camping material. The blood-curdling shriek egresses from their mouths, and is then cut short. After a few silent moments of panting and gnawing, the group moved out again, lamps from inside other tent began flicking on like fireflies. They carried the bodies along lazily, arms drawing lines in the soil.
Ten minutes after, a group of older males came out with flashlights, shining the concentrated light on the torn living space. They stood crying out, and ran back to call the police.
Integra sat at her desk in the early morning light writing down forms. The buzz from the telephone disrupted the silence and she answered it quickly. The rushed voices were the police, chattering onto her about some killings that had occurred a few hours before hand. She answered his questions and hung up afterwards. She had told him that could do nothing at the time being, it would have to wait until midnight, but she would send the troops to investigate.
The group of inexperienced troops led by Pip trotted through the woods, leisurely searching with their guns slung over their shoulders. They neared the campsite only to be greeted by the scent of blood and the scene of ripped material. They stood in shock and took in the site of the police writing down tips and the lines left in the dirt. Pip went up to the police's head of operation, shakily, ''What happened here?'' He asked his voice bathed in a French accent. The chief shook his head in dismay, '' A brutal murder and cannibalism. But we think animals are in on this. Wolves by the look of the prints.''
Across the way, a lone girl watched the group talk back and forth and bit her lip trying to push down the memory of what had happened last night. They never listen to me. She thought bitterly. Her ears tuned into the conversation, ''…Yes, we'll let our Organization know. If you have anymore leads…'' I stopped listening and walked forth. I was angry at the experience my pack had caused, I wanted a vengeance, an eye for an eye. And then again I had my own experiences that wanted closure. I walked up to the Frenchman with the long braided hair, ''I have a lead for you, werewolves.'' He looked surprised, but it wasn't that bad, ''I want you to talk to someone.'' He said simply and lead me away with his group.
It wasn't what I had expected when we pulled up to a mansion after dismounting the convoy. It was much nicer than what we experienced as a pack. The group led me past a shooting range and into the richly furbished rooms that spanned within the hallways and out to the rooms. We finally came to a wooden set of double doors were a old man with a monocle and his hair pulled back into a tight little pony greeted us. ''Hello Pip, who's this?'' I spoke up quickly, ''My name is Alice, sir.'' He nodded politely, ''Walter C. Donnez.'' I nodded briefly and followed Pip into the room. It was larger than most and had a huge window gracing the north wall. Evening light shone through it and illuminated a desk and chair. The desk was a rich oak and the woman sitting behind it had stunning blue eyes behind glasses and platinum blonde hair. She wore a unflattering, but fitting for her style, green suit. She looked up from writing papers and peered at us coldly. ''Pip, how did the mission go? And why did you bring a stranger back?'' ''The area is in shamble, Sir Integra. And this girl has a couple of leads.'' Integra nodded and she gestured to me to sit down in on of the chairs. ''What leads do you have, Ms…..'' ''Alice, ma'am. I have a every detail. And if I could I would like to help you hunt down the persecutors.'' I began shakily.