This one is shorter than expected, I humbly apologise, but ce la vie. R&R, I don't own anything, except Bethany, she is mine, Yada yada yada, enjoy!
Bethany awoke late in the afternoon; silently she stared out of the large windows that covered one side of her room. The entire house was silent; she would have found it quite curious, in house so large and so full of people, if she weren't already aware that two of its residents preferred to keep to hours that were subdued in darkness rather than the daylight hours she used to keep. Knowing neither of the creatures, which dwelled in the basement, would be awake so early in the evening, she decided it was safe enough to go outside and treasure the last of the suns rays before it set over the horizon. Pulling on some skinny jeans, an orange tank top and some converses, she bounded down hallways and stairs until she was outside, standing directly underneath her own window.
She hadn't quite known what to expect when she came to the house earlier that day. Her vast knowledge of the Hellsing organisation and its inhabitants had prepared her to an extent, but to actually be in the same room as the two vampires, that she had read so much about, was something else entirely. Her time she had spent working for the government had, of course, given her experience with un-dead and supernatural creatures, but she hadn't even seen the nosferatu in the hallway. She hadn't even acknowledged their presence until Alucard had spoken. She hadn't seen the ancient vampire since, but the younger one, Seras, was actually quite nice and fairly friendly. Bethany remembered how she had probably exhausted the girl with her own constant and mindless chatter the evening before. She would have to apologise for that. The files that she read on the members if the household, had been accurate, from what she had observed so far, but she had a feeling that there was some things that the government hadn't found out about Hellsings' pet vampires. Who-whatever they were, the pair were powerful creatures, Bethany knew she would definitely need to watch her step. The last thing that she needed was trouble.
The feeling of someone approaching her from behind, however, interrupted her musings. Bethany didn't give away her knowledge of the persons presence immediately, but instead, she kept eyes on the sinking sun. The large orb was of a bright yellow and the surrounding sky was falling into a darkening red. Before the figure could get too close to her, she turned her head to the side and asked suddenly
"May I help you?" Bethany's tone was curt and held an edge of ice the girl hadn't shown when she arrived.
"Interesting…" Integra mumbled. She had merely planned to talk to the young woman to ask her how her stay was but something about the way Bethany had spoken just now made her wary. A feeling of distrust fluttered in the back of her mind and coiled itself around her thoughts. Exactly who was this girl? The stance she held, outwardly confident, but also ready attack at a moments notice. What sort of training had the government put her through? "I'm not here to attack you," She said calmly. Integra lit herself a cigar and watched her guest intently, through thick clouds of smoke. It was about time that she got some answers to exactly whom this girl was.
"If you say so" Bethany replied carefully, she turned her head to look back at the sinking sun.
"Do you mind me asking you some questions?" asked Sir Integra
"Whatever you like…"
"Who are you?" Bethany laughed at strange, borderline absurd, question.
"I am Bethany Pennaguille" She replied manner-of-factly, "Was that not specified in the letter?" Her face had resumed its normal cheerful smile, alerting Integra to speed, by which the girl could cover, or change, her moods
"Interesting name. French. Why did you not take the Hellsing name?" The girls' smile faltered slightly again, and for a brief second she held the expression of a person who had to share a dark secret, or perhaps police officer who was sent to inform a family of a death.
"My father was not my mothers husband," she said flatly. "As a bastard child, my grandfather, your uncle, had me shipped off to another family, never to be a bother again. Never to shame the family name" A deep sigh escaped from her lips and the façade of fake happiness fell from her face like a shattered mask. "After the death of your father and uncle, a plan was formed by my parents, so that I might return to them. When I arrived with my guardian, a nice lady, named Janet I think, I found them dead on their kitchen floor. Gunshot wounds to their heads, they had been murdered by one of my fathers' old enemies. I was two years old at the time. I don't really remember them that much, if I'm honest. However it was decided, at that point in time, that I may be a useful asset to the government. With no family, who knew about me." She gestured briefly to Integra. "I was a perfect candidate to become whatever they wanted. I eventually took my fathers name and I trained so that one day I might take his place in the ranks."
"Which was?" Integra asked, patiently. She understood what it was like to loose people and how it felt to be abandoned, but she still needed answers. Bethany didn't seem to mind the woman's question, in fact she answered almost incautiously.
"Chief Intelligencer and Head Assassin for her majesties government." There was a long pause between the to women. Integra had shock written all over her face whilst Bethany's was blank as stone.
"Why did you tell me all this?"
"You asked" she replied flatly. "And yes, I could have lied, but what would that have got me? Nothing. Except, perhaps your distrust." She shook her head to free herself of such thoughts, glancing up at the last rays of sun she let a genuine smile play on her lips and Bethany once again returned to the happy young lady she first was when she entered the house. "I'll be unpacking in my room if you need me" she sang back to Integra and she walk back inside the house, without an apparent care in the world.
