Disclaimer: If I owned Hellsing, let me just say Alucard would definitely be chained to my basement wall right now. And he'd be a secret…yup.
Chapter 2: Preparations
The next two days saw the entire Hellsing household in a state of complete chaos. The reason behind this started out with a simple letter. A letter that was promptly sent to each of the members that were called to Wales. An in such a prompt manner, Integra took the liberty to read the letter, knowing full well that her mood would drop severly after doing so. The things she did for her Queen and country.
The letter stated in an official manner the reason behind their confinement and thus the length and the purpose behind the punishment they were meant to serve. And as if solving a great problem, the letter even addressed the lack of leadership Hellsing would go through for the upcoming month, saying that the leadership of the remainder members would be carried out by none other than the Council.
This didn't bode very well with Integra. The idea that her organization, the very organization that was started from her ancestors sweat and blood, was to be taken over by a load of fat, pompous, and egotistical males who knew absolutely nothing about the way an organization was to be run. Especially an organization that was lethal and dangerous and had to be expertly handled when dealing with the enemy that was considered a threat to the human race. How could a bunch a soft bottomed middle-aged men run such a institution?
So, Integra, who unknowingly started of her morning in a rather grumbly manner, began her day by receiving a call from none other then the head of the Council members. A Sir Linus T. Buddersum who was led into her office, in a curtly manner. His features bespoke of one who was well pampered as a youth and new absolutely nothing about the violence that was sought in the field of vampire hunters.
Sir Buddersum had finely thinning hair that was bedecked with gray hairs sprouting between the brown ones. His eyes were tiny baby blue pupils that seemed to squint behind a great mop of layered fat. And usually when he spoke in a hurried and angry manner, they seemed to bulge from his face, giving him the appearance of a bulldog. His skin was a blotchy red, from the constant need for oxygen his burly figure screamed for. Thus causing him to perspire at all possible moments of the day.
Coming from a wealthy family, and being the heir to a hefty sum, Sir Buddersum never failed when it came to trying to appear the part of one who reeked of both land and money. His clothing and shoes, were always made specifically to suit him by the very best tailors and shoemakers in all of Europe. In fact he hired his tailors depending on their talents in the art of clothing. For instance, he has one that makes him finely stitched ties from silk and cotton, and another that fashions him belts that could actually circle his wide frame. If that's not enough, his own underware is made to snugly fit him as well, and let's not forget socks!
On the morning, that can only be described as the calm before the storm, Sir Buddersum marches into Integra's domain in his finest. His belly sticking forward, his nose held high causing him to look like a bulky pig, prancing around its bacon before a hungry wolf. He marched forth with no other purpose but to gloat and gossip, of which he'll get none coming from the one whose very poise that morning spoke of a contained wrath that prickled like a thousand hot blooded hornets, for when he entered her office, she wasn't in a very a swell mood.
Integra had actually just finished reading her official letter of confinement when Sir Buddersum had barreled into her office, walking as if he owned the place. Upon seeing him, she let out a sigh of annoyance and fixed him with a glare that would have sent the devil running.
Considering the pudgy Councilors failure to notice or even register the fact that he was invading a wolf's den, he gave Sir Integra his most lopsided smile, and began with a torrent of words expressing a bunch of rubbish, according to Integra's ears.
"Good morning, Integra. I believe you are aware of the coming arrangements for this month." Sir Buddersum began.
"It's…" Integra began, but was cut of just as fast as it took for the Councilor before her to take a breath.
"Well good. I must say that it was a very bothersome decision that we had to agree to. But you know how persuasive Her Majesty can be," he purred in a sly manner. He casually invited himself to sit in the dark leather couch before Integra's desk., causing Integra's eye to twitch, but Sir Buddersum failed to notice her agitation at his doing so.
"I hope you understand that part of this arrangement of your prolonged absence from the organization has the Council in return continuing your work here. We in the Council hope that you understand that you have no access to this organization during your...confinement." He continued, attempting it to appear as a rather serious matter.
Integra however seemed occupied in lighting the first cigar of the morning, although even inhaling the cancerous fumes didn't seem to solve the problem before her.
"And if you fail to follow through your sentence, you will be deemed unworthy and unsuitable to continue leading this organization." With that Sir Buddersum turned his head to the side, eyes slightly bulging from his lengthy phrasing and perspiration began to drip from his forehead to his nose as he waited for the lady to react to what he said. However the silence was only because the young heiress was envisioning him being mulled by a certain vampire, along with the remainder of the councilors.
All you have to do is ask my master and your word is my command. A voice gently grazed her consciousness. Although so early in the morning she wasn't that stupid, and angrily hurtled a storm of curses down to Alucard, who in response expelled chill gripping chuckles.
Finally the connection the two shared was severed for the moment, bringing Integra back to the reality at hand.
Going over what Sir Buddersum had said, especially his last statement, Integra did find herself taking heed of what the Councilor said. But it made the message no more better than her seeing the annoying Councilor before her, in her office, leveling her prized leather seat to the ground, which was usually left for Alucard to enjoy.
Sir Buddersum however continued eyeing the young female, for Integra did not respond immediately or belatedly and instead appeared to be as still as stone. Her usually calm demeanor was heated from the repressed anger and rage she felt towards the Councilor in general.
For she now knew where this confinement idea came from, at least the extended length of time that she was to spend away from her organization and her people. And now she knew why the Councilors were involved in the almost seamless plot. They thought to take her organization from her.
Well aren't they the idiots.
Suddenly Integra stood up from her chair and eyed the porky being before her She watched disgustingly as Sir Buddersum wiped his brow and daintily moped his noise from the droplets of perspiration. The Councilor, upon seeing Integra rise from her seat behind the desk, seemed to think that it was to be a moment of great welcoming and thanks from the young heiress. Little did the man know that he was preparing for the impossible.
"Get. Out."
The two words seemed to vibrate through Sir Buddersum's body.
"I beg your pardon?" He uttered, clumsily hefting himself from his seat.
"You heard me, you pompous pea brain. I said, get out." Integra said. Her face was completely neutral, but her eyes showed one who was cold and felt absolute hatred towards the being before her.
"How dare you! Do you know who your addressing you silly child!" Sir Buddersum suddenly exclaimed more from fear than insult.
"I do, you mindless pig. And not just that, I understand very well the game you and those silly buffoons are playing at. But you forget one tiny thing." She proclaimed with the air of a true Hellsing, " This organization is nothing without the blood and soul of a Hellsing and I won't have a bunch of anal old men think they can take over this organization and run it just as well as I."
Suddenly the air surrounding the two humans became charged with electricity as Integra's own anger was channeled throughout the atmosphere. Sir Buddersum began to understand the pickle he'd placed himself within when he first volunteered to come to the mansion alone without back up to face the wrath of one so finely endowed.
(For when having a link welded between a mortal and one of the undead, certain phenomena's are permitted to take place.)
(One being the art of fear.) This was exactly what Sir Buddersum felt, a surge of fire eating fear that seemed to engulf him from all over. With that his brain became a tangled mass of wires, sending mixed signals to his body to run and cower in fear, while a tiny voice peeped within him to fight. This was accordingly squashed beneath the fear he felt however and with the lack of control he felt, he literally became a blumbering fool.
"You're making a big mistake Integra." He managed to stutter as he edged towards the door.
"It's Sir Hellsing, if you don't mind and I am still residing in this mansion. I still have power over this organization, and I still manage the man that serve this organization as well." A smile snaked its way onto her face as she registered the disheveled appearance the aristocrat portrayed before her.
"Your making a huge mistake Integral for thinking you'll get away with this." He repeated turning around and making his way towards the exit in his final attempt at trying to redeem his earlier air of grandness.
"I believe you're mistaken to think anything took place this morning, and I must add Councilor, even if you do manage to take hold of the organization, Alucard will only and therefore always answer to me."
With that the Councilor froze. The ancient vampire king had made it quite plain in previous years his dislike for the council members, and his complete willingness to tear each of them limb by limb. With a sudden burst of energy the bulky aristocrat whose entrance was so fine exited in such a way befitting of a sulky pig.
Even though Integra had managed to be on top in the morning ordeal with the Councilor, a sudden feeling of apprehension took root within her.
The very idea that those dirty mongrels would even step foot within her domains, not mentioning the idea that the bulgy Sir Buddersum would be seating his rather large buttocks within her chair behind her desk that her very ancestors used was enough to make her want to pull her hair.
And thus, the chaos ensued.
For suddenly every maid, butler, soldier, mercenary, engineer, doctor and let's not forget vampire was made to line-up before her and a long hefty speech was made on the importance of loyalty and comradeship between each member of the organization.
When everyone's attention was finally had, Integra spoke of how the Council was to be running the show for the upcoming month. And that while she, Alucard, Seras, Walter and Pip were away she expected the best possible behavior from them all, and that any less was to be completely ignored.
And so the Hellsing mansion turned from one of regal obedience to one of complete lunacy.
The butlers and maids made sure that everything was to be cleaned and tidied as usual, however there were a few adjustments made in the way they did things. For instance although the beds were properly made, the gardeners had kindly donated rocks to be placed beneath the mattress's of which the Councilors would be using as they rested during their stay in the mansion. Such devilry was to be had amongst the rest of the household as well, for mercenaries and soldiers kindly polished their weapons and washed their vehicles in preparation for any sudden mission. However, the mercenaries conveniently spoke their native languages, feigning complete ignorance in the English tongue. The soldiers began to also constantly speak in code. One that didn't exist.
That day and the following day was spent in preparation for the coming departure of the Hellsing leader and gang, and the coming of the Councilor members to the mansion.
Integra had made herself completely ignorant of what her people were up to, and this only brought her more glee and relief, straying her from the distress of the confinement that she was to endure with her arch nemesis, Enrico Maxwell.
Alucard himself found the entire ordeal pretty amusing and couldn't resist giving a hand when it came to setting random, yet terrifying traps about the mansion. Especially since there was no repercussions from his master for doing so. He even got Seras to aide in a few of them. Some which usually ended in a mass of tangled limbs and heated pheromones in darkened corners of the mansion.
However with all the fun that was had, it was almost forgotten that soon the hour would come when the five unfortunate members of the organization had to depart their home for one that was to be filled with another body of people. And time was surely not on their side.
At least not this time.
a/n: Thank you by the way for the reviews!! They were lovely!
