Three pairs of eyes turned to Michael, the tall red haired catholic with the green eyes.
"Something is wrong in Rome?" Bobbi asked.
"See now that's funny," George said she refused to step away or release Michael. "Because there's something wrong here too, Mike." The Vatican representative raised an eyebrow before forcefully pushing George away so he could look at Bobbi.
"She's right, Michael. But, that doesn't change the fact that you're here. When did this happen?"
Olivia's twin brother laughed. A deep rumbling belly laugh.
"Where you really expecting someone else? Who could be better than me to be the go between Vatican XIII and Hellsing? Really? I can't believe you're shocked." The new head of Hellsing just pointed to George who was clinging to Michael's arm.
"Let's just say I was assuming there would be some conflict of interest accusations. Not to mention your sister being in my employ."
"And your bed. Don't forget that, Bobbi." George said. "Mike. You can bunk with me."
Bobbi didn't blush she was far too old and far to used to the little blond monster for that.
"With your sister being in my employ I was expecting the Vatican to be," Bobbi searched for a word as she worried the stud above her upper lip with her tongue. "Hesitant. Yeah, hesitant to send another Claymore into the grasp of the heathens."
"They were." Michael patted George's head and the vampire woman was nearly purring in glee. "I insisted I missed my sister and my favorite monster." Bobbi's phone chose that incredibly awkward moment to ring interrupting the conversation. She waved George and Michael out of the office so she could probably be lectured for the fifth time today by somebody.
"Come one, Mike, let's go find the Ginger Snap."
"Liv?" He asked as George dragged him down one of the dim Hellsing hallway's. She rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah her too I guess." They found Olivia in the Library with Becky. Liv had her nose in the tomes scratching idly at a thick notebook. When George cleared her throat alerting the Spellsinger to her presence.
"Look who came to see you."
"MICHAEL!?"
"Hey, Baby Sister." Hellsing resident magic user fought back tears as she hugged her brother. Mike wiped the tears from his sister's face and then she was smiling.
"Michael. I've missed you so much. How is everyone? The chorus? Father Remedios? Father Fredrickson? Sister McNiel?"
"That's why I'm here. Something is very very wrong with the Vatican. George, we need some help from the heathens."
"What's wrong," Olivia said all joy from the reunion gone as real fear took its place. "Before I was excommunicated I thought that something was wrong. Nothing serious but a funny feeling." Michael nodded towards the chairs in the library past the corner desk Olivia had been working at.
All three of them took a seat and Becky quietly parked herself on the arm of George's chair and draped an arm around her little Master.
"Olivia, George, many of the most decorated paladins are being, Retired. You asked about Father Remedios. Him and father Powell, the paladin who trained Father Anderson, were both retired. He was only fifty and he was forcibly retired. He was one of the most powerful script casters I have ever met."
"So a few bastards were being retired when they got old. What's wrong with that?"
Olivia cut her eyes at George and snorted as if it was obvious.
"You do not retire a master singer of the scriptures if they are still healthy enough for battle. He was far more effective than several Hellsing battalions. Alone. With his scripts he could incinerate waves of monsters. He was ..."
"He's like my dad, for Catholics," George said.
"Not exactly, George. Anderson was like you're father. He was something other than human. Father Powell could send a monster back to hell. He was an exorcist. And the most powerful one the Vatican has had in generations. He had another ten years in him of service. Anyway so our best fighters and paladin XIII class exorcists were being put to pasture before necessary and before the acolytes could be sent into the field." Michael thought for a moment and then he said, "And there are too many untried and untrained, recruits being promoted to positions of power."
"Sounds like someone is stacking the deck to me, Mike."
"George is right. No one in their right mind would put so many good fighters out to pasture at one time without having sufficiently trained and skilled men to replace them. What has His Holiness said about this?"
"It was His Holiness' idea. The retirement orders came straight from the top. And." The paladin looked nervous but then he just took a deep breath. "George, they are starting mass production of The Crucifix."
"The Crucifix?" George's slender pale eyebrow rose in confusion and she dropped her chin into her palm."
"Yes. Remember the cure they injected you with. … the one that made Alucard human for a while. They perfected it. The crucifix is going to be the go to weapon against the damned."
"The fuck? They are going to be using that again. I thought we proved it doesn't work. It won't cure the infected. And it sure as hell won't work on ghouls."
"We know. It isn't supposed to anymore. It's called the crucifix. Only one thing those are good for. It's been synthesized into vampire poison. All of the new recruits are being injected with it so they are lethal to bite."
"Okay sounds like we need to go see if Bobbi is done with that phone call."
- Hellsing
George shuddered in mild disgust as Lydia opened the door. Very little had changed about the young woman. She was still sickly pale and she still had her very expensive modified fangs. However her F.R.E.A.K. lover had paid for some extra enhancements in the form of breast implants and tattoos.
"What do you want?"
George's eye twitched slightly and Becky placed a calming hand on her shoulder and shook her head. George hated Lydia. She had since she had been a child. She greatly regretted the fact that her mother had not killed her… or let her sister eat her. George just pushed Lydia roughly back into the apartment as Seras closed the door.
"You know what I want, Juicebox. I need info." Lydia snorted crossing her arms. She was not a fan of George either. Her original master had been killed by her.
"Yeah, sounds to me like you can't do your own damn job, Bitty Biter. You show up here asking about the local fangs instead of doing your own beat work." George hissed her eyes darkening but then she took a deep steadying breath.
"Fine. What do you want, Lydia? You know what's going on in the fake Vamp scene. Whos saying some things that sound a little too convincing? Anybody know a little too much?"
"I haven't heard shit of interest to you, Bitty Biter." Lydia flipped her long black hair over her shoulder to examine her ends while George concentrated on not slicing her throat. It would be a waste. Neither her or Seras would touch her blood. "Everything is real quiet. Only thing lately is people are getting concerned about the tweakers in Club V. You know real twitchy types. A little too on edge. Get real itchy after a bit, can't stop shaking." Seras and George gave each other a look.
"The thirst?"
"Nah. No real ones would be that thirsty in this kind of place you know. Too many willing necks around. Drugs. So the scene got a lot more strict keeping people who look a little too glassy out. It wasn't a big deal."
"Sis We're going out. Becky, let Bobbi know what Lydia told us."
"Of Course Master." And just like that Hellsing faded from Lydia's Foyer and she rolled her eyes. Hellsing's front lines had work to do and they were going to need to be pretty. This was a job for Vampires.
- Hellsing
The Trio were certainly impressive as they entered the club they had wormed out of Lydia. Seras was tall blonde busty sex on legs in her deep red mini-dress. It was a halter cut but the neckline was sheer black mesh revealing her ample cleavage. George was a little red eyed sex kitten with her painted on black shredded short shorts and her belly baring tube top with the words Bite me in Red glitter. Both of them hung on the arms of the man in the sinfully sharp jet black suit with a red vest. All eyes in the seedy smoke filled club turned to them as he pulled down his reflectice sunglasses to reveal hypnotic crimson eyes as he scanned the place. Seras giggled, flashing gleaming fangs and looking suitably empty headed as Alucard stroked her hair.
George pouted dramatically and started dragging Alucard towards a private booth. Ever disrespectful Alucard propped his perfectly shined Italian loafers on the low liquor table and snapped his fingers.
"But I don't want to drink, Daddy," George almost purred as she spoke. "I want to dance. Come on." Alucard shook his head eying the people watching him and his girls. "What about you, you want to dance, don't you?"
"Come on, Sis, we can work the floor draw some attention and then let, him snoop around. Listen in to anybody nearby."
"Hehehe is it wrong I'm having fun with this?"
"Nah, it's not like we aren't going to hell anyway. So want to give them a show?"
Seras shimmied her shoulders in time to the music playing, making her big breasts bounce. George slowly rolled her belly and swayed her hips. A slightly older man grabbed a handful of George's ass as she moved. She turned, lightning quick and pulled him against her body to dance. She could feel him pressing against her thigh through his pants and she got some very graphic images of the very creative ways in which he wanted to fuck her. She laughed breathing in his want as she scoured his completely helpless mind. There was very little in there of use to the vampire/ Nothing about drugs and nothing to suggests F.R.E.A.K.S. Frequented the fetish themed club.
Alucard breathed in the musk of Lust, smoke, sweat, and cheap liquor. It was quite a comfortable atmosphere of sin. Then everything shifted as a glass was placed next to his shiny shoe. There was hunger in the young man, need, and Alucard raised an eyebrow.
"Compliments, of the club for a VIP."
"Sit," Alucard demanded his eyes catching the young barkeep. "I'll leave a very sizeable tip someone can fill in for you" The shadows stretched to the No-Life King's will, tracing the young barkeep's arm.
"You know what I am," Alucard said his deep voice washing over the dazed barkeep. The ancient vampire slung black the drink and he mentally frowned. It was horrible watery swill.
"I think everyone here claims that."
"Yes," he said with a chuckle. The pale thin dancers wearing studs and crosses. Thick metal collars not knowing that the real monster was wearing a suit. "But you know what I am. And you know that I am not just some fraud pretender. You seem like you know some interesting things." Te barkeep felt warm, his face flushing as he was swept away by the eyes and the voice of the No-Life King. Two other pairs of red eyes turned towards Alucard and the barkeep he was holding entranced by his tie. Barely inches from his face as the boy leaned over the chair nearly in the monster's lap. "Hmm," Alucard said as a thin line of drool ran from the corner of the barkeeps mouth. "Tell me about this Syrum." George and Seras were there behind him both of them with hungry glazed eyes and the barkeep spilled everything under the influence of the monsters. They left the barkeep in a slumped barely lucid head twitching in the booth his eyes rolled back. His neck was bruised and the monster's left with the information they needed. Someone was doping F.R.E.A.K.S. That would certainly explain the quietness someone had found a way to control the monsters.
- Hellsing.
"I need to talk to you about Michael," said George, as she closed her bedroom door. Beckywas waiting patiently on her bed. She noticed quite obviously how her back straightened. And George could swear she shrank. These were not good signs.
"What about...him?"
"He's going to be staying here and I want your word that you won't try to kill him." George's red eyes glowed as she slid into the cool satin covers. "I want you to promise me, Becky." When the taller woman with the long ponytail did not answer George asked again her voice sharper. "Promise me Becky!"
"You have my word, Master," said Becky. She looked up into her master's eyes. She still smelled of others and the club. "I promise... not to try to kill him. I will not harm him unless he is threatening you or those I am to protect."
"Good," George said running her clawed hands through Becky's hair in a reassuring caress. "But you still hate him. I can hear your thoughts remember."
"I will not pretend, Master," Becky said. Leaning into the soft caress as George drew her closer to smell her skin. "He is going to come between us."
"MMm." George said against her bound thrall's ear inhaling the warm scent of perfect adoration and devotion. "Nothing can come between us. We're different," George said into Becky's soft peach skin. Her fangs grazed that sensitive skin just under Becky's ear. The older thrall's eyes dulled the color seeming to fade from them as she gasped. He felt her Master's power flutter over her like soft lips and her head lolled back. "He's something special too. You will nto come between us Becky."
"Y..yyyyesssssss Master," Becky hissed her breath catching as she felt george's pink tongue trail over her neck to be followed by quick pecking kisses.
- Hellsing.
When that metal door opened Natasha was desperate. Her eyes were bloodshot and mad and she lunged at the skinny boy at the door. He knocked her back easily, with a forearm to her throat. She fell back holding her bruised throat.
"You want this?" He asked her as held up a thin clear vial. The smell hit Natasha like a sledgehammer and she was drooling. Her arms were bleeding from the obsessive scratching as the withdrawal had driven her more and more mad.
"Fuck yes. GIVE IT TO MEE!" She grasped at the vial but the skinny boy, who looked barely older than her flashstepped and was against the cell wall. "GIVE IT TO ME!" Natasha roared in animal rage, her cracked black claws grasping for the vial. "I. Will. Bloody. Kill. You."
"You have work to do." The skinny boy smiled and dangled the vile above her head his red eyes amused. This was the most fun part. The look of hunger and desperation on their faces. The need. His power. It was delicious. He was hurting them and it felt sooooo good. "He dropped the vial into her hands. And instantly she jabbed the pronged end into her arm and moaned in blessed relief from pain.
"UHhhhhh." She fell back onto the stone floor in bliss. Energy flowed through her blood and the pain ended. The needy burning ache in her fangs. The insatiable hunger and unbearable itching that led her to shred her skin. Already the lacerations were healing along her arms and shoulders. They had been inflicted by the scratching and the couple of house she had battered herself against the wall.
"You want more? You want to not hurt again?"
"Yes. I swear tell the master I will never displease him again. I swear."
"Someone found one of the bloodsluts passed out in one of our clubs. We think he might have been compromised. We need to know if he just had a little too much fun or if he let something slip. You are going to spy on Hellsing. You are going to meet the young vampire. The bitch. Get to know her and learn everything you can. You're going to distract them. The master doesn't think what we did was enough. Keep them off our trail" Natasha wasn't listening anymore she was rolling on the floor in a fit of hysterical syrum induced giggles. Her eyes a glassy gleaming red.