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The decimated trees around the newly awakened creature were barren of any and all life, their bark was blackened as if a fire had scorched them in passing, and their leaves were nowhere to be found. Puffs of dust and dried decay floated lazily in the air with every shuffled footstep he took. His feet were covered in rotting leather, which might have once been a boot of some sort, yet now fluttered in the slight breeze as he walked. The immortal was covered by a shroud of some sort that, despite his boot's apparent age, showed no signs of rotting. He held it clasped together, his knuckles white from the force he was using, as the rest of his clothes had decomposed over time.
The faint thudding from the creature's footsteps faltered as he stumbled. His pale knee hit the dusty ground and he scathingly muttered a near-silent string of curses. Placing a trembling hand on the earth, the creature slowly stood up and sighed once he was straight. He simply stood there for a moment, the slight mist swirling the bottom edges of his shroud as he raised his slender nose to the air. He inhaled and slowly closed his eyes, the scent on the air spicy with anger, sweet with contentment, and tangy with the slightest hint of bloodlust. Underneath it all was the scent of green apples and bitter chocolate with a hint of something unknown to him; this was the natural scent of that person. Opening his rust-orange eyes the creature shuddered, though whether it was from the cold air or something else was impossible to tell.
A loud barrage of gunshots rang through the trees, and he whirled towards the direction it was coming from. He could make out small flashes of light in the distance; presumably that was where he would be. After all, he could usually be found in the middle of some sort of battle. The creature sighed once more, his breath seen as a small puff of mist that quickly dissipated in the air. Turning away from the small flashes of light and the new sound of them screaming, he leisurely shuffled in the opposite direction.
'If I find where he came from, perhaps I may stay there also. After all, I heard Hellsing was partial to using us as soldiers.' The creature snorted at the irony of that thought. The snort turned into small coughs, the dry hacking was the only sound he could hear now, as he finally got rid of the dust that had been slowly accumulating in his lungs for thirty years. Wiping his mouth against his shroud, he resumed his shuffling. Slowly, the trees thinned out and the creature stopped, completely baffled at what he was seeing. Yes, there were the Hellsing soldiers, but why were the regular police there too? What was going on?
Blinking slowly, he simply took in what he was seeing: Hellsing soldiers and police officers standing side by side, guarding the perimeter of the 'camp'. Shaking his head slowly, he stepped lightly towards them, his shins exposed to the night air and his hair in his face, ending at his hips. Brushing back his hair with one hand, he noisily cleared his throat to get their attention. There was a notable difference between the reactions of the police and Hellsing. The police simply jerked their heads around and stared at him, their hands not even reaching for their weapons. The Hellsing soldiers took one look at his rust-orange eyes and brought their guns up, aiming at him. One of them even shot a bullet next to his feet as a warning to remain where he was.
The creature stared for a second at where the bullet had bit the dust next to his feet. He slowly brought his eyes to the soldier that had fired. When he locked eyes with the man he noticed there was no fear, only determination.
"Who are you?!" one of the policemen called, his voice shaking with obvious fear.
The immortal didn't take his eyes away from the soldier. A slight frown had replaced the almost smile he had, yet the soldier simply tightened his grip on the gun and glared. He scanned the soldiers and police officers now surrounding him, and noticed that the person he was looking for was not there. Hanging his head, he sighed in disappointment and craned his head backwards to stare at the moon. Still gazing at the moon, he spoke.
"Does anyone know where Integra Hellsing is? I would very much like to speak with her."
He brought his head down, his gaze once again level with the defense forces. His voice was gravelly and lower than usual due to his extended sleep, yet still seemed like velvet to the people listening. Not a person spoke.
The creature was just about to speak again when he noticed someone coming through the back of the crowd. One of the policemen was ignorant of the fact that there was someone behind them and simply stood in that person's way, blocking the immortal's view of this person. A hoarse cough sounded behind the man, and it took both the creature and the policeman a second to realize that it was someone trying to clear their throat. The policeman was dragged out of the way by one of the nearby Hellsing soldiers, stumbling ungracefully to the side.
The person that had been standing behind him was not who the immortal was expecting. Of course, the last and only time he had ever seen Integra Hellsing was thirty years ago. Back then, she was still just a young girl, wearing a green frilly dress and childlike innocence in her eyes. The Integra he saw before him exuded confidence in her grey suit, and her eyes were hard, proving that she was no longer as innocent-minded as she once was. Honestly if it wasn't for the long silver-blonde hair and the hint of a bosom, he would have though she was a man.
She stepped forward with confidence, her sharp and wary gaze never leaving his as she halted a little less than two yards away. There was no way of telling what she was thinking; her body language only said that she was confident that he would be shot before he could get to her, and her eyes said the same thing. Admittedly, that was most likely true, as all of the Hellsing soldiers and most of the policemen had their guns still trained on him.
"Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing of the Protestant Knights and Head of the Hellsing Organization."
Her eyes blinked, showing her minute surprise at one of them knowing who she was on sight. Then they narrowed in suspicion; what were the chances of a freak finding her 'camp' during an important operation and knowing her by name? The answer: very slim.
"You know my name."
The creature simply nodded, his hair falling in his face once more. Pushing it back yet again, he grinned, his elongated canines bared in a mockery of a polite smile. Clutching his shroud together, more out of respect for the fairer gender than any sort of modesty, he gave his best semblance of a bow. Still a little shaky from waking up, he fell to his knee once again. Frowning he picked himself up and threw a rueful smile at Integra.
"Forgive me; I am still a little shaky from waking up. It has been a long time since I last walked."
Integra simply drew her eyebrows together; she was a little puzzled at why this creature dared to show weakness in front of so many soldiers. Judging by his polite speech, this one was old perhaps even older than him. If that was true, not even blessed bullets made of silver and soaked in holy water could harm him. Crossing her arms, she exhaled slowly.
"I'll admit, you have me at a loss. You know my name, but I don't know yours."
The immortal blinked in surprise, was she actually asking for his name? He knew what the Hellsing organization did for a living, honestly, he was surprised he wasn't lying on the ground full of holes or missing a few vital pieces. Yet here she stood, facing her declared enemy, and she was asking for his name! Blinking in surprise, he answered.
"Silviu Andre Tavian, though I was known as Artist Alexandru in the late fourteen-hundreds. Call me whichever you like."
Though his rust-orange eyes were still trained on her cerulean eyes, in his peripheral he could see the blatant surprise on the faces of the police force. To them he had looked hardly twenty-five! Integra simply blinked again, her theory had been correct. From what she had read, this immortal was nearly as old as him.
"What do you want?"
'Ah, now that she's determined who and what I am, she's unknowingly dropped her guard the tiniest bit. It's better than nothing, and I've yet to attack any of these…people. Yet.'
Tensing a little at the silence from the creature, one of the policemen grew too nervous and twitched, pulling the trigger of his gun.
The blast was deafening after the intensity of the now shattered silence. A few others jumped, but no other person dared to fire another shot, curiosity at what the immortal's reaction might be stilling their trigger-fingers. The creature went down in a puff of red mist and billowing linen. The thud of his figure hitting the ground forced a flinch from those men closest to him, as they stepped backward out of fear.
Integra did not dare to turn and admonish whoever had shot the immortal. If he had been telling the truth when he said he had been asleep for a long time, then he was undoubtedly thirsty and the idiotic policeman had shot him. If his self-control was hanging by a thread when they were simply talking, then obviously it was most likely snapped now.
The dust had settled now, and all that could be seen of Silviu was his dark hair pooled on the ground and his shroud draped across him, there was no sign of any blood or even the red mist she had seen. One of the Hellsing soldiers shifted forward, presumably to check if he was dead or even severely injured. The immortal's low voice halted him instantly.
"I am incredibly hungry, and as such I am warning you. One more step and you will find I am not nearly as polite while eating."
The soldier immediately skittered backwards, his gun now lowered to show himself as less of a threat. Silviu shifted his shoulders, placing his shaking hands underneath him and forcing yet another flinch through the soldiers. Getting to his feet, he still held his shroud together but held it with just one hand. Though Integra couldn't see it before, she now saw that the bullet had grazed his right lower arm. He met her gaze once again and she could see the bloodlust boiling beneath his façade of indifference.
Before he could speak again, a voice interrupted the silence. Upon hearing it, Silviu visibly stiffened his eyes wide in surprise. Integra simply glanced behind him, and then resumed her scrutiny of the immortal directly in front of her.
"Silviu?"
