Welcome to the second chapter readers. This chapter will bring everyone's favorite monster hunting organization, Hellsing into the story. I do have to explain the time line and situation or I would probably loose some of you. This is two years after the Incognito incident, meaning the first anime (aka signature series), and her majesty the Queen has forgiven Hellsing after an investigation cleared Integra of all charges. Alucard broke free from the spells that tied him to the Hellsing family but out of honor, loyalty and boredom he and Seras remain Hellsing operatives. Seras lives in the Hellsing Manor, while Alucard enjoys living on his own.
Side note, I don't live in England so no flaming me about locations ok.
Chapter two: Business As Usual
The manila folder violently met with the massive oak desk, the various other items shaking with the impact. A gloved hand was clenched tightly on the butt end of a cigar as it was ground into the ashtray. The wall of windows behind the woman had the curtains drawn to block the feeble light from the crescent moon. Artificial light left few shadows in the room and reflected off circular glasses, blocking the view of ice blue eyes. The elderly man dressed in a butler uniform showed no reaction as the cigar tore in the unyielding grip. The helpless ashtray flying angrily into the nearest wall where it shattered into a myriad of pieces.
"12 girls Walter! 12 girls murdered! Their mangled, half eaten corpses left to rot in public! No arrests, no leads, and the best those bloody bastards at the coroner's office can tell us is that the attackers aren't human! After two bloody months Walter! It took the bastards two months and 11 more attacks before handing it over to us! I only thank God that they at least had the common sense to cover the events up!" The woman had worked herself up into a rage, her eyes hard and practically glowing with disdain. In her rant she had risen to her feet and had pounded both her hands against the desktop. Straining to take calm, even breaths, Sir Hellsing felt the sting in her temples, the precursor to all her major migraines. "I want you to personally do research for this Walter, I refuse to let another girl suffer the same fate." Walter gave her a grim smile, bowing politely before speaking.
"Of course Sir Integra, I think it would be best to start -" The ringing of the phone cut him off mid sentence, Walter reaching over and answered, listening to the voice on the other end. "This is the Hellsing Organization." There was a long pause, Walter's lips pursing as he listened. "Thank you for the information, Sir Hellsing will be there shortly." With that he hung up the phone. "It seems that there was another assault tonight just a little after 8:42 on the property of the Vance family, 328 Kensington Court."
"How many bodies?" Integra looked as if some of the color had just been drained from her face.
"Both people survived the ordeal and are being taken to the hospital as we speak. It seems that just you setting your resolve alone saved two lives tonight." Integra couldn't help the small sigh of relief the information brought.
"Sadly Walter, it had more to do with luck then with Hellsing. Send Seras and an investigative squad to the house and you and I will go to the hospital. I personally want to speak with the survivors."
"As you wish Sir Integra."
Once the black Buick pulled up to the entrance of St Mary's Hospital, Walter opened the door for Integra, following respectfully beside her as she strode into the lobby. Integra wore a green, pin-striped suit, the blue cravat fixed in place by her favorite silver cross. Her eyes scanned the room till they landed on the police lieutenant walking over to greet her. As she stood there a group of three tall young men rushed through the doors and continued up to the information desk. She wasn't close enough to over hear what they asked the receptionist but she wasn't particularly interested in their purpose, it was the outlandish way they were dressed that had her eyes glancing to them. 'Probably here to check in on a fellow raver.' She thought in dismissal, seeing the group leave the desk to board the elevators in a brisk walk.
"Good evening Sir Hellsing. I do hope that your organization will be able to put a stop to these attacks. It's hard to keep this many incidents all hushed up you know." Integra bit back the urge to tell the man exactly what she thought about his judgment of withholding the case till just a few hours ago.
"What condition are the victims in?" His eyebrow twitched as the cold and curt tone of her voice told him just how interested she was in his personal work effort in the case.
"Ah yes, perhaps this would best be discussed out of the public ear." She gave him a terse nod, following behind as he led the way towards the victims. After they had entered the elevator and he had pushed for the sixth floor he started to speak. "There are two victims, one male and one female. The male suffered severe wounds to the torso, and arms. He was unconscious when officers arrived on scene; currently he is in stable condition. His name is Seth Cargie, age 26, a citizen of the UK, he is a house mate with a member of the Vance family. The girls' name is Christina Khayam, age 19. She is a citizen of the United States staying at the same residence. The girl suffered only a few minor scrapes and cuts, but was so hysterical that the doctors had to give her a sedative to calm her down. Last I checked neither of them were awake." He offered her the files with their medical and personal information, biting back the hiss of pain as she pulled it from his grip. 'That'll be a nasty paper cut.' He thought as Integra thumbed through the papers quickly.
"Do we have any clues as to who or what the assailant or assailants are?" Integra said as Walter took the files from her.
"The officers arrived too late to see what attacked them, but the girl kept mumbling something over and over. She was too frantic to be understood of course, although the paramedics jotted down what they could comprehend, you'll find it all in the report." The elevator doors slid open with a smooth whish and the director put his hand to hold it open. "They will be in the last room on the left side. I'm hoping that this whole affair will be resolved soon Sir Hellsing." Integra felt her eyebrow twitch in agitation.
"My organization will do it's best to finish this as quickly as possible with as much information as we have provided for us." With the backhanded reassurance she headed towards the room, not so much as caring for a backward glance. "Can you believe that pompous man Walter. The whole reason we haven't caught the culprits is because I was left unaware that there was a situation. Damn bureaucrat."
"Sir Integra, I agree that the police have done almost everything to insure that we look incompetent, but you are more than up to the challenge of proving them wrong. After all, your father raised you." Walter said, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing. Even before her father had died she always had considered Walter as family. He had always been there supporting her and teaching her.
"Thank you Walter." Integra said as nurse stepped out of the room looking frazzled.
"I'm sorry Ms, but this room is private. Immediate family members or requested persons only." Integra paid the nurse no attention, walking into the room while Walter handled the nurse. She was more then surprised to see that the three young men from the lobby were sitting in chairs with anxious looks on their faces. The man with black and red hair stood up, his green eyes unflinchingly meeting her ice blue ones.
"You must be with the police." He said, extending his hand to shake hers. "Mathew Daniel Vance."
"Director Integral Fairbrook Wingates. And not quite, we are part of a special organization that is dealing with this case." She replied, shaking his hand before he stepped aside to let her into the room. "Your friends are extremely fortunate. The other victims of these types of attacks are all deceased." What little color was left in the three men's faces drained completely. The beeping of a heart monitor drew Integra's attention to the man in the bed.
"So do you know if it's safe for us to go home? Should we all be worried?" It was the man with blue hair that spoke up. His hands were clasped on his lap as he and his twin looked at her.
"Since there haven't been survivors before we don't know if it was a random event or a planned strike, but in case it is we will have our agents watching for further assaults. When we have more information that concerns your direct safety we will let you know. For the meanwhile I advise you to stay here. An investigative squad is at your residence and after they are done a clean up crew will see to it that your home is somewhat back to normal." Integra said as she walked further into the room, coming to stand at the bedside of the girl. "Now I have a few inquiries that I need you to answer."
Carfax was always dark, the street lights unable to battle the unease the shadows cast. The garden walls were built high to block the view of the world into the occupant's domain. Feeble light from the moon seemed to be absorbed into the darkness that roamed the hallways of the house. A deep rubble pulsated through the seemingly stagnant air turning into a dark laugh; it seemed that the very house was vibrating in dark mirth. Integra tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the tall man sitting in the tall wing-back chair to stop. Thin, long fingers held the folders that contained the case work and reports from the victims in the hospital. Glowing red eyes met mortal blues as the cheshire cat smile revealed a mouth full of sharp teeth.
"My dearest Integra, you didn't need my help or that investigative unit. The girl already gave you the answer as to what attacked her." Alucard stood, allowing the candles to light the room while in human company. Walter remained by Integra's side, his eyes following each of the vampire's moves closely with his wires at the ready. Integra felt the migraine that had started earlier as it finally chose to make itself known. It made her irritable but she tried to keep her temper under control, not wanting to aggravate it.
"Alucard, I don't have the time nor the patience to play games. I need to know what I'm up against. You may not think much of these deaths, but as a long time servant of my family, hopefully some sense of preserving life would have rubbed off on you." He swirled his wine glass, waiting for her to state her point as if it were a debate on the color of drapes.
"You wound me Integra." He took a small sip, letting the flavor caress his tongue before flowing down his throat. "You're facing a pack of werewolves. Numbering at least 8 from the DNA profiles taken from the crime scenes. But you won't have to worry about there being more victims. The alpha is after the girl in the hospital." He had casually strolled to her, handing back the files in almost boredom.
"And what makes you say that Miss Khayam is a target." Integra straightened slightly at his close proximity; even though he was much taller she refused to look small. His dark chuckle accompanied her movement.
"Not a target, the target. All the previous victims looked like her and flew into England from the United States. They are hunting for her, when the werewolves caught the wrong girl they simply got rid of the mistake. She, on the other hand, was allowed to live, so the alpha must have plans for her." The wine glass continued to be twirled in his grasp, the dark liquid eddying. "Now that I have informed you as to exactly what you're dealing with my ex-master. I wish to know what you plan to do; after all, werewolves are extremely stubborn creatures."
"Seras will watch during the night and a small unit for during the day. Then we will try to track them back to the alpha wolf." She thought she saw a flicker of disappointment in his eyes that she wasn't going to ask anything of him, dismissing it as a trick of the mind. "Thank you for your insight Alucard. I will see to it that your blood supplies are fresher next week as payment." As she and Walter made to leave Alucard's voice stopped them.
"Do you honestly expect these measures to protect those mortals from a pack of Lycans?"
"I can no longer order you Alucard. If you wish to leave your home that is your choice. Goodnight."
Chapter End.
