We Are a Dead End
Author's Note – I'm not doing Schrodinger's accent because I find it hard to write correctly and for me personally trying to read accents draws me out of the story.
"We're the last descendants of Mina Harker of course!"
With that one sentence Integra froze her heart beating fast at the implications. Mina Harker was the reason Hellsing even existed, Alucard's attacks on her were what lead her ancestor to defeat and capture him. If he hadn't gone after the schoolmarm he may have stayed free. She turned her ice blue eyes toward the vampire in question, "Explain vampire!"
Alucard for his part smiled manically, his mouth filler with razor sharp teeth. "I'd have thought it was obvious my Master. Did you really believe that I couldn't have killed that vampire in Chedder without harming the Police Girl? That I couldn't have ripped her from his grasp or materialized behind him? That some two-bit imitation could outwit me? Even my Seras figured that one out fairly quickly. I killed her because I wanted her. I lost Mina because of your ancestor it seemed like justice that I would have her descendant because of the organization he built."
"Though I must say I am thankful, Seras is so much more than Mina ever could have been. Mina was innocent but weak, she was born to serve. She only drank my blood because I used my charms on her. Seras however refused even with my strongest urgings. They may look alike but make no mistake; my Police Girl is far superior in all ways to the Schoolmarm."
He glided over to Seras and Schrodinger, putting a hand on each of their shoulders. "Though I do have to say if you'd ever bothered to look at the painting of Mina and her bothersome Jonathon you'd have know instantly! Of course Walter had to go and add another layer, he of course recognized who my Police Girl resembled and so made sure to hire those Geese."
Integra glared daggers at Alucard, "What do the mercenaries have anything to do with this?!"
Instead of answering Alucard phased through the wall and returned holding an old photograph. Integra inhaled deeply as she read the names engraved on the photo; Mr. and Mrs. Jonathon Harker, 1898. The couple could have easily been mistaken for Seras and her familiar Pip. "Why would Walter bring a man who looks so much like Jonathon Harker here?"
This time Schrodinger, his ears twitching and a quirky smile on his face, replied. "Oh I know the answer to this one! Seras was supposed to fawn all over him, Pip I mean, timeless lovers or something like that. Then she would want her freedom from her Master, and by drinking his blood she would be exactly what Millennium needed to create "perfect" artificial vampires!"
Seras frowned slightly as she spoke. "It was all a big game, history repeating itself, except this time "Mina" was already a vampire when she/I met "Jonathon" AKA Pip. He couldn't save me, he wasn't supposed to save me, what he was supposed to do was to drive me to accepting Master's gift of his blood."
"Jaja! She would have been bound and captured and her blood siphoned off slowly and painfully to make the Major happy!" Schrodinger hopped up and down as he spoke. "You should really talk to the Angel of Death, he knows so much more!"
Alucard grinned his Cheshire grin. "Yes I do believe our little Walter can fill in some gaps. I believe that this is what is called the long con."
Realizing that she had crushed the cigar she'd had in her hand she glared at all three of them. "Before summoning Walter I want to know how the two of you are both descended from Mina Harker!"
With twin looks of mirth Seras and Schrodinger explained in unison. "We're twins. The Major couldn't take both at the same time, he stole one.," at this Schrodinger pointed at himself and Seras pointed at him, "But our parents were terrified something would happen to the other," this time Seras pointed and herself and Schrodinger pointed at her as well, "They couldn't risk Hellsing becoming aware of who the family was and so decided it was safer to be satisfied with one."
Then Seras spoke alone, "When my parents were murdered and I was sent to an orphanage they had already altered Schrodinger and didn't need me. It wasn't until Master turned me that they were interested again, at least as far as we know but I'm sure Walter," she spat the name, "would know much more than we do."
The twins tilted their heads toward one another and smiled sweetly, which was incredibly creepy to Integra. They giggled at her discomfort and hummed, "You should fetch the traitor now. We are a dead end!"
