Welcome! I am glad to see you are reading the 2nd chapter to, "Be My Monster". Woot! I do apologize about the 1st chapter just taking you into a different mind set. A couple of movies and games did inspire that setting~ As we have come to understand from the 1st chapter; Asami occupation is/was an assassin. What a bloody way to make cash, eh? On top of that she's agile, fast, and keen with wielding blades. What a assassin would be I guess, no? Oh and can't forget, she's taken a bullet to the stomach and is still standing! Well.. sorta standing.. leaning.. ehhhhh, yeah!
This chapter takes off from,in general, to where we left off! Please enjoy~
- I do not own Hellsing. All rights reserved to their respective owners


Chapter 2: Different Universe

Her chest heaved as her body shook, sweat running down her face while she hunched over. She could feel the grungy blood on her, covering most of her body, and thankfully the only skin visible was her face. There had to be about eight bodies sprawled out around her now, motionless. It took Asami a few good slices before she realized the normal tactics had no effect on them. Slicing the throat, going for the arteries, and even multiple stab wounds to the gut; all futile. What did bring these undead people to a stand still, was a precise stab to the heart or their head being whacked clean off their shoulders. A shuffling noise caught her attention and reminded her that more were making their way to her position. She struggled to stay on her feet, legs threatening to bow in, as she raised her head up to see them.

There were so many and they just kept coming no matter what Asami did.. in this state she felt utterly weak. The loss of so much blood finally effecting her vision and no matter how hard she tried, she could not focus. Cursing to herself she felt her knees buckle. Her body sliding down the blood stained wall while she felt the last of her powers draining. Long slender black ears lifted up off her head and hung low from exhaustion. Following shortly after, a swift black bushy tail furled out into view, the tip white. She weakly grinned to herself and the dead people, her eyes covered by her black uneven bangs. Canine fangs now visible. Asami could see that the staggering bodies now stood about a foot away from her. Tightening her grip on the handles she lifted her arms, her Kukri knives in both hands, poised for the last blood they will ever shed.

BANG!

The one closest to her halted. The dead mans head appearing to distort before stopping, a gaping hole now replacing his face. He fell to his knees before her and toppled over to the side.

BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG!
BANG! BANG!

Came the following shots, heads exploding, some limbs flying from the sheer velocity of the power behind the weapon. Asami tilted her head down as blood flew in every angle possible, coating her even more. The thudding sound of bodies hitting the floor following shortly after. 'Fucking guns..'she thought to herself as the assassin signed in relief, her arms went slack falling to her sides. Her head now rested back onto the wall with no more strength to give. The smile that she gave earlier, now gone for Asami knew she was slipping away.

"I think we got a live one over here!" yelled out a male. Asami could only make out blurry shapes as they approached her. Her eyes half open as one of the male hunched down and leaned a hand forward. Index and middle finger on her throat, checking for a pulse. "Yes she is alive! But barely..."

"Hurry and get her to safety before anymore ghouls show up." A females voice answered out to his statement. "Take her to the infirmary, she just might be the only survivor. I'm going to go help, Master." The fading of quick footsteps were the last thing that her ears caught before darkness consumed her completely, memories flooding her mind.

"Recite it!"came a stern elder lady's voice. "This time, do it right damn-it!" with that statement came a hard whack to my thigh, the object used on me being a crop. The already bruising spot began to tear to allow the blood beneath to ooze out. It had already been thee hours since our session began and now I stood before my teacher, bloodied and bruised with whelps forming.

"I must not fear."came my voice, despite being hit just a second ago my voice did not tremble,"Fear is the minds killer! Fear is death in which it will bring total obliteration onto me!"I gave her my coldest stare, golden eyes peered up to the elders while giving a pause.

"Continue!"came another blow, the crop making contact with my left shoulder.

Even so I did not flinch. Taking a breath I gave into the command and continued,"I will not fear the monster within me.. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.. and when it is gone, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear now travel I will follow becoming stronger with the night."I finished.

"Good. Good, you are ready." and with the first stage of endurance complete my teacher stepped forward and placed her hand on my forehead. Her palm covering my eyes and so I closed them. Purple shadows consumed her wrinkly hand before disbursing into me. I could feel the aura wrapping around my body, seeping into all my wounds. "Now that you know the path of which you sought after, it is time to give you the power of Darkness so you can learn to harness it."

That's when the heat came, steam began to lift off my body, mostly around the wounds that had split skin. They visibly began to seal as if the three hours of endless punishment had never happened. The blueish purple bruises fading out till it matched the skin color around them. The necklace around my neck in which I keep hidden, lifted itself from my cloak. Revealing an oval shape pendent. The substance in the pendent was once a cloudy shifting fog, begin to bleed purple like ink to paper. The shadows swirled around inside it.

The hand drew away and revealed my face, eyes closed. My expression calm and heart beating slow. "Now we begin stage 2 of your training."Came my trainers voice. "If you do not die then you are worthy to wield this power and claim the shadows as yours." I slowly begin to open my eyes but I couldn't see a thing. Blackness had formed over them, slowly covering it all, even the white parts of my eyes. "Will you survive, little one?" her question rang out, coming and going as if bouncing off walls around me while everything gave away like a tunnel effect, pulling me away from my teacher.

Everything went still and now I could see but there was nothing to see. I had no idea where I was or what I was looking at. There were no walls around me just a empty black void with shifting purple.. smoke? Then something caught my eye, a figure begin to crawl out from the darkness. Huge and black mass of blackness with bright purple eyes. They seemed to glow as they glared down at me. It reached for me, growing tall like a wave and with that action the shadows came down upon me, devouring me.

A rushing feeling pulled her out of her dream like state, her heart pounding in her ears as she sat up fast. Asami's eyes already wide open and staring at her hands. She could feel the sweat gliding down her temples as she watched the fading purple shadows seep into her palm. If she'd let her dream continue, there was no doubt in her mind that something bad would of happen to her physically. Just like before.. Recalling on such memories made her feel uneasy as she sat there. Letting the minutes tick by while given her heart rate time to ease back to normal. That's when she looked away from her hands and took in her whereabouts, pushing those said memories back into her subconscious once more. It was extremely bright and at first hard to focus but slowly she realized she was in a room. Though a practically empty room, it sill had the essentials. A bed, side table, a desk against a wall, and a dresser. The door opposite of the bed was probably a closet making the door to her right, the exit.

Asami winced as she prompt herself up against the bed frame before giving the blanket a tug, uncovering most of her lower body from the thighs up. 'Few at least my sweater is still on and tights.' though she noticed the clothing was clean. The assassin lifted her long black cotton sweater to chest level and took note that her abdominal area was now treated and skillfully bandaged. Only a slight maroon color stain was visible, the shade of the blood telling her it was old. The wound still pulsated a dull sensation, probably from her moving around but she was indeed still alive and that was what mattered. Since she was alone Asami began to reflect on what happened because honestly she should of died.

After framing it step by step; The assigned job, dead people attacking her, and to mention the transportation. It riddled her brain on how she managed to travel to a new place entirely. Asami's intentions were to return home to recuperate and heal before she lost too much blood. Not warp to a unknown dimension with who knows what time frame it existed in. 'I must of lost concentration..' was her only reasoning for messing up.

A knock came to the door, drawing her attention away from her thoughts. She took note of the blanket and quickly covered her waist again before the door opened. A tall lanky figure coming into view as he stepped through before closing the door behind him. "I hope you don't mind me intruding Miss. I'm here on orders from Sir Integra to check on you. How do you feel?" he was a rather polite older man despite how his eyes appeared. Asami could tell those grey eyes have seen many things in their life time. His accent was also British so apparently this was still Europe. 'Well, that's good.' As he walked closer she could see a silver tray balanced in his white gloved hand. A cup and a bowl perched on said tray.

A monocle caught the light and reflected it, making it difficult to see his left eye in particular as he approached her bed side. Leaning over, he placed the tray on the side table. Asami recognize the apparel this older man wore; White sleeve collared shirt with a black vest over it, black suit pants. Yes, this was very similar from where she came from. She watched as he stood, still waiting for a reply. This made her question the year even more or his taste in clothing compared to what she saw back at the market. 'That or old habits die hard?'

Asami draped her legs over the side of the bed as she shifted, now sitting on the edge. "Thank you, Sir.. um.." she trailed off, not knowing his name.

"Walter C. Dornez, Miss. Please call me Walter."he spoke as he place his hand over his chest, bowing politely.

"Thank you Walter and I am doing fine."She replied to his question earlier. "May I ask you a question, Walter?"

"Yes Miss?"came his quick reply. Obviously used to this type of situation.

"Where am I and how long have I been out?" Asami felt it must be normal to ask these types of question when you wake up in a place you don't recognize. Specially after killing already killed civilians and knowing personally that you warped here..

"You are currently residing in one of the many rooms of the Hellsing estate and you, have been asleep for over forty eight hours. Now, do enjoy your meal, Miss. I will return shortly." and with that said he took his leave, closing the door quietly. This prevented Asami from asking her following and most important question. 'What year is it..?'

Turning her eyes from the door to the tray Asami gave the food a look over. 'Roast Stew? Mmmm..' her nose tingled,' it smells delicious." despite this her mind went over the possibility of it being drugged or even poisoned. She picked up the bowl and brought it to her nose, giving it a few sniffs. Her long slender black ears tilting back as she tried to catch anything that would smell unusual. 'Nothing..". Tilting the bowl she gave it a sip like a cup of tea. Tasting the contents and seeing if her tongue would go numb. Again nothing happened. 'They did save me after all.. why would they go through the trouble of attending my wounds if they'd just end up killing me with stew?'the thought made her chuckle a little. "I feel like an idiot. I guess that's what I get for being so paranoid." Asami remarked aloud while picking up the spoon, scooping up some meat and vegetables. She brought the spoon to her lips and took her first bite. Asami practically melted in the bed as her taste buds lit up. "This taste absolutely amazing!" Her long fluffy black tail swishing behind her to emphasis just how good it indeed tasted. She begin to engorge herself like a hungry wolf. Eating food wasn't a necessary thing but it still tasted good.

One hour past and the bowl was empty including the glass of water, the kitchen ware sitting on the tray. Asami no longer sat on the large bed but now stood staring out the window, glad that her black tights were still on her body but her boots were gone. The wooden floor cool on her bare feet. The scenery before her was odd to her. Compared to what she witness the other day and now could see from the window, it did not match. Asami decided that she must be in a tall building and about four floors up but couldn't tell if the building had anymore above her. There were no other building she could see just a tall partially brick fence, the other portion being iron fencing. Past that were just layers upon layers of trees, meaning a forest must surround this estate. A long paved road did guide up to the huge iron gateway and continued up to the building, making a large circle. The only access to the outside life. From what Asami could tell she must be facing the front grounds.

A knock came and Walter stepped in again while Asami turned around, "Sir Integra would like a word with you now, Miss." Asami saw this coming, if she was this 'Sir Integra' she would want to speak to her too. The people that did rescue her must of seen the state in which she was in, not to mention her honest form. With that thought her ears twitched above her head. Then again, she didn't know if her kind existed in this world or not. The kind butler appeared to not mind her appearance. Not a single surprise feature on him reflected about the ears on her head or the tail she sported. Realizing she had yet to say anything to his comment, Asami finally gave a nod to express she heard him while watching the man pick up the tray.

Walter turned away toward the door as he spoke,"Please follow me."and with that, she followed in pursuit.

They stepped out and down the hall to the stairway only a few corridors down. Pictures framed the wall to her right, a couple of doors to her left, other then that it was mainly blank walling. Once reaching the stairs, they continued downward till they reached the second floor. Asami assumed this because in the estates she adventure into the offices were on the second floor. What looked to be men in uniforms, 'Guards?', stood in the hallway they walked through and this made Asami's tail hang low. A feeling of discomfort washing over her, for guards and her never really seemed to get along. At least from what she's experienced in the past. 'Sir Integra must be a very rich person or a powerful person for this place is clearly well guarded'. Walter stopped at a large brown door and gave it a push before holding it ajar for her, ushering Asami to step through before him. Once she was through, he shut it, staying outside of the room.

The first thing Asami noticed when she stepped into the room was a lady sitting behind a large oak desk. She appeared to be about her age with long blonde hair cascading around her body. Her chin resting in her palm, the elbow prompt on the desk. The second thing the assassin noticed were the eyes on this women. They were piercing and cold. She meant business..

"Take a seat."came her order. Asami knew this must be a regular thing for this lady, ordering people. But she did as told and took a seat in the chair in front of the desk. "I am, Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, and you are?"

"Kimi Kumiko."Asami's eyes didn't even shift as the alias came forth. Having many years under her belt of portraying a stage name made this easy. She lost count on how many she's used in her life time but Kimi Kumiko was the most recent one. She quite liked the way it bounced off the tongue. Asami wondered what question would come next. 'More small talk?' she assumed but what Sir Integra said next caught her off guard.

"Are you a Lycan?" Asami didn't know if to laugh or be concerned that she was almost accurate.

"No, Miss-"she was interrupted, "Sir Integra, Miss Kimi, continue."

This made Asami blink, 'Ah, right.. Sir'. "Sir Integra I am no Lycan but you are sorta close." with that said her tail swayed behind her. She felt kind of excited, Asami must admit. This was a first for her, no other beings besides her parents and teachers, have ever seen her honest form. "And from how you ask, I assume Lycans exist in this world?"

'This world?' Integra thought, 'odd' but continued without questioning it,"Yes, as well as vampires and demons. Which you are one, I assume." her free hand gesturing to the girl in front of her appearance. "If you are not a werewolf, then what are you?"

"It depends on your definition of 'demon,' if I am one. Technically I am a phantom or spirit, a yokai with freewill. I am a Kitsune." Asami explained while watching the lady closely. To catch any reaction but to Asami surprise, Sir Integra merely sat back in her chair and placed a unlit cigar in her mouth. No shock.. nothing but a thoughtful expression.

'Well, that's a new one.' thought Integra as she pulled her hand up, flicking the lighter to ignite the cigar, then taking a breath. The cigars tip burned amber as a few seconds passed in silence. Then she pulled the cigar away and a cloud of smoke seeped out, ready to speak "In our world you are a myth despite the creatures that slink around in the shadows here. Where are you from?"

Asami was unaware of what exactly Integra was meaning by that statement. A certain somebody was indeed watching from the distance, going unnoticed in the shadows.

The fox knew she wasn't from here but at the same time it was very similar to her home world, being Europe and all. Not including the infestation of monsters of course, for the world she called home did not have them other then her. That Asami knew of anyways.. She indeed traveled from a world where spirits and phantoms resided back in her homeland, but the human world in which she called home, only wrote fictional stories of monsters and demons. "From what I have gathered.." she began. "I am from a different dimension very similar to this world, minus the monsters. This is Europe, right?" Integra gave a nod before Asami continued,"In my home world; the vampire, lycan beings, and demons are only stories written in books." she gave a pause before continuing,"Far as I am aware, I am the only supernatural creature to have visited that world and have been there for over a century. I think I would of come across others if they did exist." Now that she answered Sir Integra's question it was time to ask a question. That's how it worked, right? "May I ask, what year it is?"

"2000. Dawning of the 2000th century,."came Integra's reply. "Why do you ask?"

'Well then.. that explains a lot. ' Asami signed and leaned back in her chair, golden eyes cloudy with thought. Now both woman taking a step back to reflect, but Asami didn't have a cigar to puff on like Integra did. Their eyes made contact as she finally replied, "I'm from the 19th century.."


AND that's a wrap, for now. So we got a look into her past and apparently she was being trained in some dark arts. Now you know she's a spirit animal, a Kitsune to be exact that lived in the 19th century. Which spoke of already living as long as a century. In fact if she is indeed a kitsune, why doesn't she show more then one tail? I mean.. she admitted to be older then 100yrs practically. Oh and, why did she use a fake name? The complicated lives of kistunes, I swear. Don't worry everyone, all will come clear as the story unravels, I promise. Please leave reviews and/or comments, maybe even PM me? Till next time!
-Kitt-Chan