Jigoku: Okie dokie guys! Time to get this story started! Yahoo! As I said, I will attempt to follow the OVA of Hellsing of the anime. Maybe mix in the manga with it as well, but I'm trying to keep it balance somewhat even though when Liz gets dragged in, it won't be for much longer. Now, Liz will make the say for the disclaimers for me.
Liz: Hellsing's manga and characters belong to it's original owners. However, I, Elizabeth "Liz" Midnight, belong to Jigoku-sama or I think I'm part of her. I forgot to what she told me to actually say.
Jigoku: . . . I gave you script.
Liz: You know I don't look at it until the very last minute.
Jigoku: -Faces palm.- Oh well, on with the show!
Chapter 2
"Let me get this again," A woman with somewhat caramel skin color wearing glasses said readjusting them and starting at the other woman in front of her, but of a bit dark skin color of the woman wearing glasses nodding. "You want me to look after my little sister while you're at work, right?"
The woman in glasses had rather not well sophisticated attire compared to the other woman whose attire was more of a teaching clothing wear. The woman in glasses has more casual attire. Attire that would be found anywhere a person could look, but depended on the area. The woman in the glasses attire was rather dark. Her glasses were that of a scientist appearance, but her clothing was somewhat near black colors or solid ones. Her skin was of caramel, but her eyes gave a difficulty on whether being black or dark brown. Her hair was brushed back with a headband of white color on her head with the side tied up into a somewhat ribbon. Her top was a suit with a short sleeve turtleneck under it. Her bottoms were tail black slacks they seem to almost cover her feet completely. Her shoes were simply that of regular shoes to that of pumas if that could explain it better. Her accessory was just a simple color around her neck. Meanwhile, the woman talking to her had a teacher-like attire to be strictly honest. A suit top with a long skirt down to her anklets of her feet while wearing a foot wears of heels.
The other woman nodded at her, "It won't take long for me though, so it's not like you're going to have any trouble with your little sister. Besides, you two are sisters and this might make things better for both of you two starts bonding a bit more. You two have always never got along on even the lightest of things. You two argue. You two yell and fight with each other even though she should know you're bigger and rougher than she is." A girl about the height to the other woman's shoulder height peeked out from behind her. "She promised to be mature and behave this time."
The woman in glasses rolled her eyes at the other woman's words even though it was true. Her and her little sister never were on the same page and could hardly say getting along was something the two could never do at all. It was similar to say a cat and dog could be put in the same room without having to worry whether or not they would try to beat each other to a pulp! The same went to the two sisters. They only got along on the same page if it was something they both related on, but that was for another time to mention.
"Hey Lizzy," the girl from behind the other woman said grinning at the woman in glasses before sticking her tongue out at her, "nice to see you again."
"Same goes to you," the woman in glasses the girl called Liz said turning the favor of behavior. "You better have at least gotten more mature while my over months absences to get ready for college."
"Oh," the girl said, "look who's talking that can't get a boyfriend and clings to imaginary weird and crazy guys. If I think I'm right, but that is even less mature than having a popularity issue."
"Why you," Liz, the woman in glasses, hissed at the girl that was her sibling, "I told you I quit like him a long time ago, so I could focus on something more realistic. Besides, I'm not the one chasing other boys and pretending to be rough on your own flesh and blood to impress them."
The girl began to step out from behind the woman deciding to stand up for herself Liz would guess. Liz simply began to fold her arms as if accepting a challenge from her little sister as she would always do. Liz would win verbal arguments when against her sister even though her sister could win the arguments back as well. However, when it came to physical strength, her little sister had yet to discover the true meaning of the words "older sister". It was usually the physical area Liz could pull of easily, but with the danger of having to not hurt her little sister was a bother to her as it was to their school teaching mother. The two siblings were a resemblance of night and day or cat and dog.
"Enough Elizabeth, Christina Midnight," the woman yelled not overly loud, but the point that it had caught the sisters' attention quite quickly enough for them to look at her and not at each other. Liz had to lower her arms a bit and put her hands in the pockets of her sailor slacks. "I refuse to have you two constantly fight like children! Especially you, Christina, you are in middle school already close to high school! We don't need you drama talk on anyone else, you hear?"
"Yes, Ma'am," the little sibling of Liz's, Christina, said in a low voice somewhat pouting.
Liz couldn't help snicker at her little sister's response to it. It was what she had deserved. Christina would always have to degrade other just so she would look good in front of them. It always seems to bug Liz to no end when Christina did those things. It was then their mother caught the college student's eyes and decided to chew her out as well.
"And you, Elizabeth," the woman, who turned out be their mother said glaring at the soon-to-be-college student, "you need to start being more nice to her. She is your sister for heaven's sake! What if something happens and she needs your help if I'm not around?"
Liz grumbled already knowing that mother had won this argument without even taking part in it. Their mother had the up hand and always felt the responsibility on her shoulders to keep the two siblings in check over the other. Not because she had to do it, but because it was her responsibility as a mother to guide the two into for once getting along with each other and treat each other as a pair of caring sibling instead of siblings that wanted to chew the other out.
"Yes, Ma'am," Liz spoke rather embarrassed, "I understand. I'll take care of Christina while you're away."
Their mother nodded, "Good." Her eyes stared at Christina, "I better not hear even a small complaint come out her, got me?"
Christina nodded, "Yes, Ma'am."
Liz and Christian's mother nodded deciding to hug each of them before retreating to her car that Liz used to call Silver Stallion because it reminded her of a horse, but all cars were similar to horse power. Well, some were. Glancing at the building, two sisters stared up at the somewhat stacked building of an apartment. The apartment wasn't ragged, but not new either. To Liz and Christina, it was just a bit of a natural apartment from the front looks of it. Although, it didn't bother Liz since it was at least some shelter, but to Christina it was a bit of odd under her skin.
"So, Liz," Christian asked pointing at the building was going to be temporarily in with her older sister, "this is where you'll be living? An apartment is going to be where you'll be living from here on?"
"Better than still living with mother," Liz said rolling her eye as she proceeded inside walking ahead before mumbling other words, "and you."
"Hey, wait up," Christina yelled racing after Liz. "It's not sisterly to leave your sister by herself!"
"Then hurry up," Liz called still walking ahead not lightening her walking pace.
As it was explained to Liz earlier, she was responsible to take care of her little sister, Christina or Chrissy. This meant Liz was in charge of taking care of her younger sister, Chrissy, while their mother was at work. Liz assumed mother had not trusted Chrissy to be responsible to be at home on her own, so Liz had to take care of Chrissy. It wasn't surprising to find that Christina wasn't trust yet. She acted like a drama queen and spoiled rich girl even though their family wasn't that highly rich. Nevertheless, it was a fair thing to do since it might help them get over their petty old arguments they used to have back then when they lived up the same roof. Sadly, Liz was almost close to starting her time in college with the Major in Animation so far, but her choice in her Minor course was a bit indecisive. Maybe she would make English as her Minor? It a hard choice for her, but something that should have been made ahead of time, but still Liz had some time in the world. Those two in particular were her only hobbies that she had a passion for. A passion to that of a child obsessed with a toy. However, Liz still had time for now since she had to deal with Christina at the moment, so it would just have to temporarily wait. Although, the question on Liz's mind that nudged her was whether or not Christian had actually matured?
Entering Liz's apartment on the top section of the building, Chrissy started to wander around starting in the living room. Although all the rooms weren't completely filled with boxes while others were filled with boxes. A few had been opened and other had not been opened. Most of the materials out of the boxes were equipments for typical thing. Liz sighed as it seemed Christina began to wander and sneak around from room to room leaving comments on. Even after being a teenager, it had seemed that Christina had still had a bit of old habits at her sides. One, for example, was touching and budging her nose into unnecessary things. Either way, Liz had to let it slide seeing that it was only going to be for a short while to have Christina over. Taking a seat on the couch, Liz leaned back a bit stretching to get some short rest, but that was short lived
"Hey, Liz," Chrissy called from the front door of Liz's apartment, "there's a message for you."
"It was probably for someone else." Liz mumbled shifting over to slouch more comfortably. "What does it say?"
"It's hard to read." Chrissy said before somewhat saying something else that must have been from the message. "It does say that it is addressed to Elizabeth Midnight from the year of a century and over."
As much as Liz would rather ignore this kind of message, she had to take a look for herself. Hopping off the couch, Liz stretched her back a bit backwards before leaning it forwards. It small, but a crack was heard from her side making the older sibling rub it rather softly before poking it to make sure it was too bad. Walking to the front door of Liz' apartment, Chrissy was seen with a rather plain brownish box. It had nothing special too it. It simply looks plain and typical like any other box. Liz's face went sour already disappointed by such a sight when she saw it.
"It just came in the mail today." Chrissy said to Liz before placing it in front of her on the floor.
For a box, it was a bit awkward to Liz because she had no memory of receiving or being received a gift or at least getting a fair warning for one coming. Was it possibly an admirer or a simple prank from some random person she didn't know? The possibilities were a bit staggeringly high on her side.
"Let's not," Liz said, but Chrissy rushed into opening it, "open it. . ."
"Oh," Chrissy squealed lifting up a container secretly looking at it with her back to Liz's sight, "it's your boyfriend, Liz!"
Liz wasn't what Chrissy meant by the word "boyfriend" as Chrissy rushed into the living room with the DVD in her hand making Liz have to carry the box herself. As much as Liz was only still a young single woman, she had yet to get a boyfriend. Not that it bugged Liz on anything because she was never much on the good side to when it came to relationships. Until she lifted up a couple of DVDs that Chrissy presented to her. It was then that Liz's eye caught it. It was Hellsing DVDs.
"Does it say who it came from?" Liz asked feeling a bit suspicious.
Chrissy shook her head making Liz blink in response. Liz was hoping this was some kind of joke, but the DVD seemed almost like an actual DVD on the out appearance. At some moment, Liz was wishing that it was all just some kind of misinterpretation or something of the sort. However, Chrissy didn't do much thinking as she believed it was a somewhat free gift.
"Let's play it!" Chrissy exclaimed already opening it and slipping in the DVD disc.
Liz's face went sour when she didn't get to say her opinion on the idea as Chrissy sat beside her. It was always the same. Liz had an opinion, but to Chrissy it didn't really matter until the very last minute. Grabbing her bag, Liz began to place it besides her slightly leaning on it as if preparing for a nap. As the television started to begin, there was a sudden noise that almost made Liz and Chrissy made her want to block their ears. However, it was cut it off when the lights went off out of nowhere.
"Strange," Liz said scratching her head rather confused, "I swore I had pay for the light bills."
"Then why the lights go off?" Chrissy asked glancing at her a bit of a glare.
"I don't know, but I do know it's the some unnatural because the TV is still on." Liz said creep out of this sudden darkness and the only light was from a simple television.
Liz and Chrissy shifted their attention to the TV screen as a boy with blond hair with spiked out slightly at the ends with cats ears that flopped to the sides of his head popped along with a somewhat hypnotizing swirl behind him. Chrissy immediately began to grip Liz's arm already frightened while Liz swallow at bit nervously. Protectively, Liz began to keep her sister in her arms a bit cautious already familiar with the blonde cat eared boy.
"Hello," the boy waved at the two girls.
"Schrödinger," Liz mumbled somewhat not very happy to see him.
"Yep," the cat ear boy said over hearing Liz's mumbling, "You must be Elizabeth and Christina Midnight, and am I correct?"
Liz nervousness caused her to nod at Schrödinger's question even though she could have lied or try to, "What do you want?"
It was then Liz began to feel the stare of her sister's eyes on her. Liz couldn't shift her eyes for a split second worried about what would happen if her eyes were to go off from the Warrant Officer, Schrödinger. She was already aware of her sister's emotion of being upset from Liz's sudden response. Chrissy must have wanted Liz to lie as a way to escape from this hallucination of dreams of sudden day dreaming fantasy. However, Liz's stomach had nothing to say. She knew that the natural thing that anyone would do in a situation he or she did not want to lie though your teeth. Except, this was couldn't test. To lie was her true flaws and doing it in a second was as if thinking of an act on the spot on a play. It was just something Liz couldn't do and for Chrissy to do it would probably be the worst idea in this current standing.
"Me," Schrödinger asked before stepping back, "it is actually Herr Major vho vishes to speak vith you."
"Herr Major," Liz said as if familiar with the name all too well while Chrissy gripped tighter from her sister's talk with the cat boy and his hard to understanding of speaking, "what does he want with us?"
The cat boy, Schrödinger, simple clapped as Herr Major was on the screen besides him while somewhat bordered around a square box form. The blond man that size was obviously over weight was no very easy to seen, but only by the glow of his glasses he wore. Liz wasn't really much wanted to be surprised, but all this was like throwing a load of work or information at Liz's younger sister, Chrissy.
"Ah," Herr Major purred, "so happy to see you at last, Elizabeth Cassandra Midnight."
"What do you want?" Liz hissed snapping at him not much in the mood for games or slow speech chatters from him even though she was thinking he was possibly going to give one that would make her want to break the television before it would even start, but she had remembered that she and her sister were surrounded by complete and utter darkness. "How do you even see us? What in the world is going on?"
"Simple," Herr Major spoke lifting up one finger of white glove of clear sight to the sisters before opening it before mainly Liz as if giving an invitation to the woman, "ve vant you in our upcoming splendid var, Elizabeth Midnight."
"War," Liz asked for coughing up in laughing. "What have I got to do with your war? You'll just loose like you did in WWII when you followed under Adolf Hitler. Nothing has changed and nothing ever will. It wouldn't be surprising that you'll still loose in the end. Now leave me and my sister alone before I break that screen television, so I don't have to see you or your followers faces!"
Liz immediately shut her mouth realizing she spoiled the ending to the villain. Well, the sudden act was a rather stupid move for her say or even does. Oh, how Liz was to slap herself at the moment for saying such a thing. Was she turning into a spoiler already? Herr Major only clapped his hands with a slight chuckled.
"Zhat is vhere you two come in, my dear." he said opening his other palm at Liz and Chrissy. "Your words and actions are vhat vill shape the results in our favor."
"Liz," Chrissy whimpered scared not very certain was what happening at the moment between her older sister and the shadowy man figure.
"Ha," Liz scoffed, "I refuse!"
"Zhat was an expected response from you, Elizabeth Midnight," Herr Major said snapping his fingers that seem to echo through the darkness of the empty room.
"Huh," Liz blinked confused.
"ELIZABETH," Chrissy screamed as she began to fade like a ghost before Liz's overly widen eyes.
"CHRISTINA," Liz yelled reaching out to hug her fading sibling, but failed only to fall on the cold black ground on her face. "Ow," Liz yelled before eying Herr Major full of despite and hate at his glow of glowing light from his glasses. "What did you do with my sister?" Liz demanded lowly angered tone.
"Oh," Herr Major responded as if pretending to have a split second of forgetfulness before speaking again, "she has been "added" to the "plot" of zhis story, Elizabeth Midnight."
"Give her," Liz growled gripping at the sides of her television baring her human teeth knowing it wouldn't do much, but was worth it show at least her anger even though the idea of breaking the screen came to thought, but losing her sister in the process would be the consequence of her actions, "back."
Instead of continuing to speak to Liz, Herr Major opened his palm directing it to Schrodinger who grinned with his cat-like ears twitching. As Herr Major and cat boy, Schrodinger, split apart; three symbols began to appear before Liz's sight. One at the top center was the symbol as on Alucard's white glove, left on the lower corner was the Iscariot of a cross with Jesus Christ is in Heaven from Anderson's glove, and the lower right corner was the Nazi party symbol. Each showed the important people of these groups as if presenting some kind of history lesson in a nut shell. On The Hellsing Organization was Abraham Van Hellsing from the book of Dracula by Bram Stoker who had been the first to defeat Dracula. The Vatican's Iscariot Organization of Section XIII focused their eyes on the Pope while the Nazi focused on Adolf Hitler.
"Those are of," Liz mumbled to herself taking note of what was being presented to her as she suddenly without thinking began to lean in closer to the screen, but not too close, "those that shaped the world of their organization."
There was a sudden shift in the pictures through as Liz noticed things had change. The three simples remained the same, but there were sudden things inside of them as if people and scenes started to appear. The religious sides of Iscariot remained focused on the pope. The Hellsing Organization changed to Arthur Van Hellsing. There were glimpses of Walter in his glory youthful state along with the wires around to his usage. Strangely and hilariously, it was overly mistaken for a common use in dental floss by others opinion from a perspective. Then the infamous Nosferatu, Dracula. No. Not Dracula. That was no longer the name he had anymore. Rather it was reversed to Alucard, but in his rather Girlycard state. It was a bit strange somehow to send a child into battle field of war was a bit confusing to her. Nevertheless, seeing only made Liz smile for reasons unknown, but faded as she looked at the Nazi's group of the group lead by Herr Major. These three participated in the series of World War II battles, but possibly the Iscariot played a roll only at the far end after the war instead. It seems that only the Hellsing Organization and Nazi were the main performers of the World War II battle field orchestra of war.
"Why are you showing me these things?" Liz hissed angrily, but getting somewhat overly bored by the silence throughout the darkness.
There was only silent response from the Major and Schrödinger. Liz assumed question should be done after this show of the three organizations evolution. Sighing, Liz stared on what they had to present to her.
Liz smiled a bit seeing Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing at her glory. The Iron Maiden seems to remind Liz of her own mother except without the huge money, guns, and fighting monsters with her own monsters at her disposal. Then came Walter with his wires, but his aging had not been the highest of kindness to him. However, people still loved him! It could not be denied that even the elderly still had energy in them. Next was Seras/Ceres Victoria in her full vampire state. The girl who at first feared herself and what she had to become accepted her true nature. Liz sighed possibly feeling a bit jealous of the Draculina. Possibly over the fact of her breast size, but it really wasn't the main reason nor was it something to let it bother her. The Hellsing family's true works that gave it the high quality of respect was its true masterpiece, Alucard. Liz wanted to squeal over suddenly seeing a glimpse of Alucard in his Vlad the Impaler appearance with the soldier behind him. Indeed, Hellsing Organization was by far Liz's favorite as it possibly was for anyone else who read the manga or watches the OVAs of it.
Liz emotion changed as the Iscariot began to take the stage. Her emotions weren't of hate or disgust, but of more a in between of indecisive kind of feeling. She knew that the Vatican's Iscariot was Catholic compared to the Protestant Knights of England. A strange constant fight about religion between the two and their belief on fight as to what they used to their artillery. First up was Father Anderson of the Iscariot Section XIII. A man that found to be Alucard's rival after the first or more possible encounters. He was true weapon or "Trump Card" in the Catholic artillery as was Alucard, but due him being still human he was developed on more biotechnology. In this case, regeneration was a good word for it. An ability used humans to naturally do, but at only a slow rate. Even so, deep down Anderson was just a Priest of Father to Hienkel, Yumei, and Maxwell. A strong fatherly symbol to them and a man true man to his belief of being a messenger of God. But then again, that would change as the plot and violence thickened. Next was Hienkel, or the man in glasses that Liz never got much from him. Hienkel was fun to tick off when Integra bugged him and the nun on lighting her cigarette. The nun Yumei and Hienkel seemed to close companions as if possibly friends, but the nun was the opposite of what a normal nun should have appeared even if she was only starting out as a simple nun name Yumiko. Although, a question Liz wanted to know was when did they allow sweet little nuns to carry swords. Then again, Yumei wasn't an ordinary nun, was she?
Finally, the Nazi or Letzte Battalion, the people that thrived for war, they had popped up making themselves somewhat as if a grand entrance. It was a thrill and excitement to them. Liz didn't even feel please to see them. Firstly, there was Herr Major or Major who would give off these long speeches over his excitement and thrills to the bone chills of war. To the burning, disembodying limbs, and screams of women and children. Then there was Herr Doktor who had been the starter of researches for artificial vampires or some better saying of "fake" vampires? The man who hardly talked or the man who seemed overly tall and always have his face almost hidden was a kind of were-creature along with the feline boy Schrödinger who either looked like Seras/Ceres or a girl. Those common or or not so common mistakes in identity were almost funny if you took a second to think about it. The strange woman with tattoos or Zorin wash her name was a creeper to Liz not because of her tattoos, but because she wasn't very. . . Liz just couldn't place it, but she felt uncomfortable about the Tattoo Woman. Rip Van Wrinkle, a woman with her magical bullets was a rather not kind of person to be around whether it be long range or up close. She only needed one shot to finish her work. However, one funny yet awkward or perverted feature would be her weird face she had made during that time. And last, Tublacain Alhambra, the "Dandy Man" who constantly reminded Liz of a jazz bar of a poker game. Now that Liz thought of it, she never did understand how to play poker
"Why are you showing me all this," Liz asked again seeing that that presentation had finally came to an end.
"You are aware of zhese organization vell, Elizabeth Midnight." Herr Major said clapping his hands together as if over joy happily, "making it much less unnecessary for us not to give you a lesson."
"Well, duh, I didn't just read it without having to take my time to look up a few references or resources to make sure to understand where it came from." Liz said sticking her tongue out at Herr Major childishly attempting to be a smart mouth.
"Of course," the Major agreed, "research, research, research! It pays off quite nicely. Even vhen it shall become of great use to you once zhe song of var begins."
Liz expression was starting to get overly bored by Herr Major's talking. Many things, of which, Liz could never understand. If she wanted to compare his speech, it was to that of two people she had in mind or possibly a multitude of people that she wouldn't want to think of at the moment.
"I zhink Elizabeth Midnight vould just like an explanation, Major," Schrodinger said laughing at my impatience and confused expression. "She doesn't seem to be zhe most spirited of joy."
"True, true, Varrant Officer Schrödinger," Herr Major agreed before eying Elizabeth. "Ve will allow zhe choice of vhich you associate yourself vith of your free vill among Zhe Hellsing Organization, Iscariot, or Zhe Lezt Battalion. Your sibling's location, however, vill is classified as her location is unaware to us as you are. Nevertheless, zhe choice is yours to make. I only suggest you make it a vise choice."
"There is a catch though, isn't there?" Liz asked groaning at herself and this situation as if she was predicting everything that was coming to her.
"Oh, nothing much," Herr Major grinned. "Ve only need you to re-edit zhe story, so zhe ending goes in our favor."
"I said no," Liz hissed again baring her human teeth even though they weren't much to intimate anyone at all.
"Ve shall see," Herr Major said snapping his fingers before vanishing to leave Schrödinger with Elizabeth in the dark, shadowy area of her so called apartment.
"Zhe choice is yours, Miss Elizabeth Midnight." Schrödinger said politely bowing in respect to her.
Liz swallowed nervously worried about how she now had to decide. Not because she wanted to. She actually felt excited about doing it, but there was Chrissy and finding her for that matter was top priority. And if Chrissy wasn't found when mother got back, hell was going to be raised among the whole neighborhood. As the older sibling, Elizabeth felt highly responsible took look for Chrissy. After all, she was of Elizabeth's flesh and blood despite being on so many differences. Sighing, Elizabeth lifted her finger rubbing her temples feeling the eyes on her from the cat boy, Schrödinger, and his teeth. Her eyes were closed for a second before reopening them slowing raising her hand carefully with a slow grace.
Jigoku: Well, comment and reviews are loved~. Besides, it would be nice if I know I'm doing good or bad. Just please don't flame it. I don't want to end up giving up on something I put effort into. ; n; Also, I tried the accent and some information. The rest are her opinions and memories of them. Yada yada. . .
Liz: Well, you have yet to update those other two stories, and they haven't had bad reviews on.
Jigoku: -Glares.- I know, but those OCs need a bit of fixing and one of them has missing pages of the story that I had written down.
Liz: . . . Can't you just re-think of some of them. I mean for the-.
Jigoku: We're getting off subject. Let's just focus on this one temporarily and go back editing the other two or edit one and find the other.
Liz: -Shrugs.- If you say so, Boss.
Jigoku: Now, as you know, I left it at a little Cliff Hanger area where I'd like a reviewing opinion. As you have found out Elizabeth must save her sister, but the organization may be the result of it being a success or tragedy. This is where you come in. I had it written how is going in my head(I mean the choice is obvious from this chapter which she will choose. xD). However, I'd like the readers or reviews to tell me which organizatoin Elizabeth could join and give a reason why you think it might be a good idea.
