I forgot to mention this in the last chapter, but the girl in black was speaking Latin. If you want the translation, you can find a website in order to help with that, simply because the words don't seem as...impelling, I should say, when translated into English.

Okay, back to the important stuff!


Blitzkrieg

Chapter Two

"What?" The head of Hellsing almost shouted, obviously displeased by the report. Upon return to the Estate, Seras and Alucard both reported the strange girl they had witnessed kill off the last of the foes they were assigned to face. Seras naturally told their boss what the girl said and was about to explain why they didn't shoot her earlier, but was cut off when Integra turned to Alucard. "And you didn't kill her?"

Alucard stood firm and continued the report. "No, neither of us did. The girl originally thought of us as adversaries to the vampire she faced, and was about ready to strike again. Once we explained otherwise, she then asked if we were the vampires apart of the Hellsing Organization, which we confirmed. She shifted into a calmer position at hearing this, no doubt because she didn't find a reason to worry about us. She gave Seras her statement then disappeared. Our immediate action was to come back here to see you and make sure nothing happened."

Integra didn't seem all that much calmer. But the explanation did allow her return to her cold visage. "Well, the next time you see this girl, I want you to-"

"Kill me?" Heads turned to the opposite direction of the room. Up against the opposite was was the girl in black, the mask covering her mouth lowered and her book still at her side. The girl didn't seem threatened by the fact there were people in the room that looked more than ready to shoot her. In fact, it was quite the opposite. For she wasn't just calm, but she also appeared to be relaxed where she was, as if nothing could harm her.

The girl removed herself from the wall and began to approach the small party, her eyes never leaving Integra's gaze. "Capture me, torture me, interrogate me? I'd assume any of these would be possible solutions Sir Hellsing, but I'm not in this room to hunt you down. I'm not here to kill you. And I most especially don't have plans to fight either one of your vampires. I simply want to talk." She stated firmly.

Once she was between Seras and Alucard, Integra spoke. "About what?" She questioned.

The girl only smiled before using her free hand to snap her fingers. The material on the floor rose up and began forming a different shape. In the length of a minute, there was a well-cushioned chair sitting directly across from Integra. The girl placed her bag on the chair before shifting out of her jacket and placing it on the back of the furniture. The girl's arms were covered in tattoos made with black ink, and whose shapes could be defined as many a things.

She moved her bag so she could sit down across from the other female. The bag was set on the floor and her book was kept in the lap of her crossed legs, and remained closed between her hands, which had grabbed each other. She was still too relaxed, even when knowing that she was sitting, which would allow less of a chance to dodge any attacks from Alucard or Seras, given whether her disappearing trick could work while she wasn't on her feet.

Finally, she spoke again. "There's something big going on, Sir Hellsing; bigger than any vampire hunt any one of your men have ever seen." She began, shifting her gaze quickly to Alucard in order to make a point before look back at her. "I have a lot I need to say to you, as well as something large to ask of you, and I don't have a lot of time to get through everything. If you would be so kind to give me your full attention without any interruption, I'm sure I can explain myself fully."

Integra was caught off guard, if only slightly, but didn't let it show. She just nodded at the girl before allowing her chin to rest on her folded hands. The woman smiled. "My name is Abigail Karga. In case you didn't guess it already, I'm a witch and, as of recent, a traitor of an underground American organization called: Blitzkrieg. Like Hellsing, it deals with all things that threaten humanity in the supernatural realm: vampires, werewolves, elves, rogue witches; anything that may provoke the Vatican into appearing and we destroy them before their cases turn into big media buzz."

Alucard reached thoughtfully for his gun, just waiting for the order to kill this woman: Abigail. A traitor of a good cause didn't bode well. "Unlike Hellsing, however, we do not have the government watching our necks. Naturally, that leads us into making our own check system. A panel of fourteen witches; seven male and seven female; as well as a Master Sorcerer or Sorceress to oversee the panel. For generations, we have managed to keep our dying race alive through these good deeds, and are able to live happy lives without much trouble. Unfortunately, that is no longer the case..."

Eyebrows only arched, but no one voiced their questions. "I was one of the fourteen witches on the panel, and currently, so is my elder sister: Elizabeth. Recently, she had gotten together with the new Master Sorcerer; a young fool by the name of Anglus Richardson. I had returned from a mission just after he got appointed our new head to find the panel in full agreement of a new cause that's beyond suicidal for our already dying race." She stated firmly.

Abigail went and picked up her bag on the floor; taking out the things within it, showing the unnecessary objects to Integra before placing them on the floor. A few candles, bronze candle sticks, a set of iron knives, a box of chalk, and a matchbox. These objects all covered the object that took up the majority of her bag. It was a another book, but it was four times larger than the one she kept in her lap. There was only one similarity between the two, though.

The book Abigail had was a bright red and had a silver pentacle design with a small crescent moon making up the bottom left corner. The larger book was black, with gold etching and lettering that appeared to be some Asian language, Chinese or Japanese, perhaps. There were also three locks holding the book closed, that didn't appear to open with any form of key. The similarity came with the pentacle, but instead of being designed into it, it was bolted into the metal cover of it.

Abigail handed the book to Integra before moving to relax once more. "What you're holding," she started, "Is the most powerful spell book ever made by my kind. My grandmother from many generations ago wrote it as she was the one who founded the Blitzkrieg Organization. That book was the very thing that protected our existence from our enemies, and destroyed many who hunted us. Her daughter after her, in order to make sure the Organization didn't turn corrupt, sealed the book away with her strongest of magic and wrote different books in order to pass down to her children."

Integra looked at the object again with wonder. Yes, that was wise. It didn't explain why it was here, though. "Anglus Richardson," Abigail started again, "Wants to use that book against the Vatican and their weapon, Father Alexander Anderson." Eyes widened greatly. The only person who could handle a blow from Anderson was Alucard and he was in a whole other league. "And as if that weren't bad enough," she continued, "He wants our kind to takeover every government in existence; both human and supernatural."

Integra nodded thoughtfully. "I can see why the situation concerns Hellsing, and why you stole the book from them. But you have yet to explain to me that favor you want." She stated firmly.

Abigail sighed. "I thought it better you knew the full details before I asked." Integra only looked at her expectantly. Taking in a breath, Abigail stated firmly: "I want your permission to use two things that belong to you, Sir Hellsing. The first in being one of the dungeons of your home, and the second would be your number one hunter." She then nodded her head in Alucard's direction, just to make sure she was understood.

There were a few moments of silence before Integra spoke again, but when she did, the book was on her desk as were both of her palm as she was now standing over Abigail. "Why should I allow you any such thing?"

The ebony girl sighed before flipping through her book and then showing Integra the page. "I need both in order to reseal my Grandmother's book." She started, placing the book back in her lap. "To become a panel member of Blitzkrieg requires a great amount of skill and intellect. And as far as power goes, despite what I can do, more than half the panel can over power me on their own. I either need a second witch to help me reseal it, or I need an enhancing agent from a different, much more powerful creature. Bane of a werewolf, hair of an elf, or even say, the blood of a vampire."

Alucard's gaze on her hardened. How pathetic. "In doing that, the seal can only be broken if I do so of my own free will, or if Alucard were to die before any of them try to break my spell. I may be one of the weakest of the panel, but I'm still too bull-headed to give into any forms of threats or torture, and Alucard can't be beat."

Said vampire was now being stared at by both his fledgling and his master. Integra didn't seem sure about saying yes or no to Abigail, and Seras wanted to add something, but she couldn't place what. Finally, after a long silence, Integra spoke. "I will give you permission to seal the book off in one of the cells, but if you wish for Alucard's help, he'll do so of his own free will."