Hellsing—Bloodlust

Disclaimer—Good GOD! I hate saying this. I am in denial…I—do—not—own—Hellsing. Honestly, if I did, do you think I would writing this? No, I didn't think so…

Synopsis—Time is against the Hellsing Heir. Even with Iscariot at Hellsing, Integra has little choice but to renew the Seal. The tension swells.

Author's Note—Sorry about the delay.

THREE

Unnatural Relations Renewal of the Seals

--London, England

--Hellsing Manor

--Private Library of Sir Integra Fairbook Wingates Hellsing

--2:21pm

There was a knock at the parted door.

A voice commanded in a firm tone, "Come in."

The door opened and Director Enrico Maxwell entered the room, followed by Heinkel Wolfe and Father Anderson. They exchanged bored looks with each other, while Maxwell beamed smiling like an idiot. After all, this was their least favorite assignment—watching the Protestant sow. The only good protestant was a dead protestant. Maxwell, however enjoyed the assignment; in fact, he requested it from the Pope himself. The Judas-nun explored the room. The Hellsing Library was beautiful, but not as much as the Vatican. It had that 19th century Gothic look to it, especially with the dark walls, high arches and the poor lighting. Was it the only part of the house without electricity? Even the basement had electricity. With a crude wave of his hand Maxwell motioned them to stay and just to observe.

Enrico Maxwell stepped further into the room, closer to the figure sitting on the Persian rug. The vile Director mused, pressing his fingers to his lips. He watched her, studying her like a patron studying a new and radical piece of art in a museum. He half-expected her to sit in a cushioned leather chair, but no, the Hellsing wench was sitting cross-legged on the floor. It surprised him. It was slightly unorthodox; however, what did he expect from a filthy Protestant heretic.

The room was nice. Almost every inch of the wall was hidden by bookshelves, all slacked vertically, which reminded Maxwell of building bricks. He could picture the young Integra Hellsing reading in this room. In a way it reflected her, cold and distant.

He approached and said, "Miss Integra Wingates Hellsing."

Integra ignored them, scribbling fiercely inside the book in her hand. She refused to acknowledge them. Maxwell noted there was a quill in her hand and a bottle of ink on a pile of books. Quite old fashioned. The room smelled like old parchment, hot wax and fragranced incense. An assortment of papers surrounded the Iron Maiden. It was an organized clutter. There were slacks of thick ageless books rising from the floor, occasionally blending into the bookshelves from the wall. It was an endless sea of literature.

Her voice was cold and remarkably sharp, "Normally I do not entertain, as you know. Not to my intruders."

"Don't think me of an enemy, Miss Hellsing," he replied sweetly. He gave her toothy grin.

Abruptly Integra reached her feet. All the candles were behind her, making a shadowy silhouette of her fine figure. She placed a hand on her hip and hotly replied, "I made it crystal clear that was not to be disturbed here. It was a simple request, Maxwell. Am I not allowed a sanctuary in my own house?" The Hellsing Heir had changed out of her riding gear. Now, she was wearing light gray-slacks and buttoned-down blouse, which displayed the depth of her sternum and the slight swell of her beasts. However, the collar was turned up, covering her bandaged neck and her crimson-blood tie was slightly loosened. "Apparently you must be hard of hearing."

Maxwell had never seen her so undressed. She always wore suits, which covered everything, ranging from her ankles to her neck. He noted, She's not wearing a bra either.

"I refuse to be a prisoner in my own home."

He blinked and said, "Miss Integra Hellsing, if things were only so simple. We have business." Maxwell pulled out his Holy Bible and his rosary, caressing the objects in his hands. A leechlike smile came to his waxy face. "Again I am here for your confession, my child." What a confession it would be!

"I am Protestant, which means I do not confess my sins to a priest. This phase is becoming tiring." The sight of him in the Hellsing Library caused her blood to boil. Her eyes darken, but it was hard to tell her facial expressions because of the ill candlelight. She answered dryly, "Forgive me father for I am sinning…I am having murderous thoughts. Very sinful and bloody."

The Judas-Director blinked at her frankness. Anderson stepped closer. Unlike Maxwell, he refused to take any threat or answer from her as a simple joke. As a human in a house with a vampire taught one valuable lesson—'Kill or be killed. Be the hunter and not the prey.' Alucard practically raised her, constantly teasing and testing her potential and ability to master him. Integra pasted every test, becoming a deadly and worthy adversary of human and vampire alike. No doubt, the No-Life King beamed with pride.

Heaving an irritable sigh Integra replied low, "I have no confession to make to a Judas-Priest. Now, leave me. Is it so difficult to leave me to my promised solitude," she ordered sternly. "Excuse me, I have business to do."

"I cannot. Remember you must have an escort throughout all hours of the day. Heinkel Wolfe will be your guard and then Anderson at the next shift." Integra glimpsed at Heinkel, studying her priestly robes and short ash-hair. The nun matched the stare.

"Heinkel Wolfe—what is your professional status?" Integra asked plainly.

"A Assassin Judas," she answered stiffly. "I am a earthly agent of divine punishment under his Holiness, the Pope and the one God of the true Catholic fate."

Integra did not seem pleased, but rather disappointed and annoyed. "Have you experience with Midians and ghouls."

Heinkel paused. "Little."

She could not lie, even to a Protestant whore.

She exchanged a glaze with Maxwell. "I found your protection lacking."

Maxwell reddened and replied smoothly, "Heinkel Wolfe and Yumiko—and Yumie, and Paladin Anderson are well able to handle anything. Both vampires and heretics. They are our specialty."

"You have mistaken me, Maxwell. I no not doubt Father Anderson. I have seen him in action." She was regarding the incident in Badrick of Northern Ireland. The

Judas Priest almost took her head.

Sensing a challenge Maxwell said, "Summon one of your vampire pets."

"No-blood-shed-in-my house," Integra answered evenly.

"Iscariot will protect you."

"How sweet of you!" Integra mused, hand touching her chest over her heart. She didn't even glance at the Iscariot members, since her eyes were focused on Maxwell. Lord! A blind man could see the hatred rise between the two Directors. The intension loomed, rising like black smoke to old and evil gods; regrettably no words could possibly relieve it. Her fake smile vanished.

He leered, "You should be thankful that Iscariot extends that courtesy."

"Courtesy!" She quirked, "I must say, you have a twisted view of what courtesy is."

"Yes. I imagine you are swindled about the intentions of your vampire pet. Foolish woman," the Judas-Director challenged harshly.

"Alucard?" Integra shook her head and replied softer, "Do not mistake yourself, Maxwell. I know full well of his intentions and I take none of them lightly."

The Director heaved a defeated sigh. This Hellsing woman was especially difficult, not to mention extremely intriguing. He was reminded of the Greek goddess Artemis, as well as her short tempter, fierce loyalty and the status of the Virgin Goddess. How ironic! Maxwell mused, "A woman who depends on a vampire to protect her…how romantic and—"

She interrupted deadly cold, "I would refrain from ending that sentence."

Maxwell leered at her. "Regardless, you should be thankful."

She noted harshly, "I am not." Integra walked over to the bookshelves and removed a book from the sacks. She observed it, flipping through the pages and replaced it. The Hellsing Heir hunted the shelves, apparently searching for something specific.

"Do you honestly think I would be here if it were not for his Holiness's orders?"

Maxwell leaned to the side, looking at the objects on the floor—a cluster of old parchments, candles, and chalk and to his surprise; there was a needle, an empty Medical-Blood bag and plastic tubing. What the devil? The sight raised alarmed bells. What is she up to?

"I don't know, Enrico. Is it?" He was rather taken back by the question. Why else would he be here? For her company? Maxwell wanted to laugh in her face.

Book in hand Integra ambled pass Maxwell and stopped just short of Father Anderson. She questioned him, "Tell me Paladin, do I strike you as a helpless individual?"

The priest huffed a short laugh. "Quite the opposite."

Maxwell pulled his eyes away from the floor and reminded, "You are under the Queen's order, Miss Integra. I don't think you would want to disobey her Majesty. Besides I am not finished with you. I came to inquire about your health—all aspects."

"My health?" Slightly surprised by his question she glanced at him over the book. The expression was fleeting and her eyes returned to the marked page. Integra turned a page.

"Your family doctor is extremely difficult—refuses to share any information with my members."

Ah yes, Dr. Edmund W. Trevalin. God bless his soul. It was good to know that his contact remained under excellent intentions. After all, there were certain things that Maxwell nor Iscariot and the members of the Royal Order had no business knowing. Some things were personal. Only Walter knew and no doubt, Alucard had his suspicions.

She laughed softly and said, "It is nice to know that the doctor-patient privileges are still honored."

"Regardless Iscariot demands those rights."

"There is no heed to worry," Integra consulted one of the scattered documents and scribbled a note. Reading on, Integra turned her back on the Judas-Director. Her ignorance boiled Maxwell, but nevertheless he composed himself, and waited patiently. "I am well, Maxwell. No need to concern yourself about my health, after all, you have an investigation to complete." She lifted her icy blue eyes into his emerald-stone glaze. "I would think that you would be dying to commence it."

Maxwell smirked. "Do not falter yourself, girl. I was referring about early this morning—or afternoon. Moments ago you looked rather distraught," noted the Judas-Priest. "You appeared troubled. Flustered even."

Integra did not reply. It took every ounce of self-control not to take the Glock .45 and blow his brains across the floor. She might have; however, she did not want to stain the Persian rug or damage the books and documents. Murder is a messy business. Cooperation, just cooperate. There were more important matters other than Iscariot. Integra studied her grandfather's documents; it was all the evidence concerning the No-Life King. On one piece of paper was a crude drawling of the Hellsing Seal and several other Wicca symbols. Even during her ten years of heritance, Integra had only read half of the records. She was running behind in her duty. The Renewal of the Seal had been postponed. Too long and things would become very dangerous and she knew that too well. It was personal.

"Hard as it may be, try placing yourself into my shoes. The situation is not pleasant," Integra said evenly.

He laughed. The sound was a dry crackling chuckle. It reminded her of Alucard's mechanical and tauntingly laughter, meaning it was unpleasant. "Iscariot does not wish to upset you, Miss Integra. The last thing you need is excess stress and hardship. We wouldn't want to endanger the Hellsing Seal, now would we?"

The book closed with a hard snap. She replied stiffly, "Alucard is my concern, not yours. I can handle him."

The Judas Director smirked doubtfully and inched closer. Sly sow! Clever girl. Integra intrigued Maxwell. He leered, "On the contrary Miss Hellsing he is my concern. The Tower of London is an excellent example of your ability to control your pet-vampire. I thought your performance was rather poor."

Integra challenged, "Shall we review your performance over Father Alexander Anderson?"

Anderson crossed his arms defiantly. He hissed, "Heathen." Heinkel stopped him with her hand on his chest. It lingered a moment too long.

Maxwell reminded stiffly. "I am not the one being investigated."

"Thank you for pointing that out."

Beats of silence echoed between them.

Integra narrowed her eyes, looking at the entrance. "You are early. I said 2:30, you idiot."

A voice replied smoothly, "My apologies, my Master." The air-temperature became slightly colder, almost announcing his presence. A low dark giggle echoed in the room and an inky and endless shadow emerged from the opened doors. First, was the blinking and darting eyes of his daemons, the Hellhounds and then the shadow retreated, displaying the familiar figure dressed in red.

Heinkel turned and gasped.

It was the No-Life King. Alucard stood, standing at the entrance with his hands in his pockets and head slightly bowed. The vampire did not have his fedora, just his sunglasses. His eyes, however peered over the rim of his shades. They shimmered like two priceless rubies. A bloodthirsty grin crossed his smiling lips it was somewhat demonic. Anderson unleashed his blessed-blades and strangely Alucard did not pass the Judas-Priest a glance; after all, his scarlet eyes were focused on Integra and only her. "I sensed that you were distressed."

Integra shook her head and noted coolly, "You did not come this afternoon."

"I was sleeping," he explained meekly.

He was lying and they both knew it.

Maxwell retreated from the doorway, his shoulder bumping into Integra and nearly knocking himself over. His lower eyelid twitched at the sight of the vampire. Heinkel looked very uncomfortable, since she dealt with heretics and terrorists, not midians. It was especially odd since he was the No-Life King and not a juvenile vampire like Seras Victoria. Alucard was old and matured, designed into perfection by the Hellsing family. Like Integra Hellsing and the Angel of Death, he was not an adversary to be trifled.

To the Judas-Director this was their second meeting and just as uncomfortable as their first. He mumbled under his breath, "Nosferatu Alucard."

"Director Enrico Maxwell, why you look pale," Integra noted innocently.

He exchanged a look with her. "Whatever he is doing here? The sun is out." Next to silver and crosses, the sunlight was an efficient instrument against vampires. They melted into dust.

Alucard said, "Indeed, the sun is shining out. It is another horrible day. Besides, for me, sunlight isn't some great enemy. I just hate it."

Anderson stepped forward. He raged, "Begone demon."

The vampire finally acknowledged him. He smiled and cooed, "Paladin of Iscariot. It is a pleasure. I was hoping you would show up. Poor Vatican whipping boy, I smelled your stench the moment you walked in the manor. The scent of a priest is distinct. Hardly tolerable."

Maxwell turned on Integra and demanded, "Why is he here, Miss Hellsing? You and the Nosferatu are supposed to have minimal interaction. It was in the contract. That was in the agreement."

"I am well aware of it." Integra rolled her eyes. She said firmly, "Save your breath. I summoned him. As I said, I have private business with the Midian."

Heinkel whispered, "Business. What kind?"

"It is an urgent matter," she explained. "Relax Maxwell, he cannot enter the library." Integra pointed to the crosses hanging at the doorway. Alucard lingered at the threshold, pacing like an impatient predator. He placed a hand out and no amount of supernatural strength could possible break the spiritual barrier. Less than ten years ago Integra had made sure of it.

Alucard mused, "We are behind schedule, Master. I have been patient, all things considering…the surgery and imprisonment."

"And you are persistent as ever," noted Integra.

Maxwell wrinkled his brow.

He laughed a soft mechanical chuckle. The No-Life King struggled his shoulders and replied meekly, "Well…considering we wouldn't want to cause an accident…" He paused relishing the meaning of the word. The vampire glazed up, meeting his blood eyes with her blue hard stare. He said darkly, "We both know what happened last time. It was not pretty, or even pleasant." Alucard savored, enjoying the frightened look in her eyes, but it was only for a moment. "Unless, you like to go at it, again. Round two?"

Integra did not respond, but she remembered the incident.

Alucard licked his lips and asked eagerly, "Did you bring the supplies?"

She nodded her head and narrowed her eyes at him. Integra barked, "Of course I did."

"Can't we do it the old-fashion way?" he teased. Alucard tried to hide his disappointment but failed miserably. "Swallow bites. It wouldn't even hurt."

She was used to this and turned to Maxwell. "Forgive me but there is a matter I must attend to. You may leave Maxwell. I will see you later."

"I will not."

They stared at each other.

Integra pinched her sinuses and adjusted her glasses. She replied as kindly and as civil as she could possibly manage, "Director Enrico Maxwell you are encouraged, if not invited to remove yourself. Sister Heinkel Wolfe may stay. Eradicate your presence form this room, or I will be oblige to have Walter escort you out."

Maxwell wagged a finger at her. "Our business is not yet concluded."

She replied with more force, "You may have all the time you need later. Not now."

"I am not leaving."

Maxwell shook his head disdainfully. The Protestant sow spent more time with her vampire-pets than with humans, and apparently she favored their company. Again, he wondered if she kept Alucard for more carnal purposes. No! The Police-Girl said she was a virgin. There are other avenues of earthly pleasures. Perhaps Integra prefers pain as pleasure. At the meeting, the members of Protestant Knights inquired and protested firmly against her questionable time with the No-Life King and her ability to control him. Maxwell did not distrust her ability, but her intentions. Their relationship was too complicated.

"Alucard." With a growl of great pleasure the No-Life King advanced on the Judas Director, fangs bared and bloodthirsty eyes dancing behind his shades. A grin twitched his lips.

Maxwell flinched and said in his strongest tone, "I am staying."

Integra sat down on the Persian rug and took the needle, bag and tubing in hand. She lifted her sleeve. Maxwell could only stare at the spot where her forearm and upper arm met at the elbow. It was a roadmap of needle marks, some years old and a few fresh. No wonder she always wore suits. She was a roadmap of scars and old battles.

"Miss Integra…"

"Fine. Stay if you must. I shall warn you that this may get very uncomfortable. I may be removed of my duty, but I have an obligation to fillfull."

Maxwell asked, "Regarding?"

"The very thing you are so concerned about…the Hellsing Seal. The bond between my grandfather, Abraham Van Hellsing and the No-Life King was sealed in blood and it is renewed in the same ink."

The needle pierced the skin and embedded inside the hallow tube of a vein, hot crimson blood flooded down the IV and gathered inside the Medical-Blood supply bag. Unlike the others Maxwell had seen, this one was unmarked. No name. No blood type. It was hers. Renewal of the Hellsing Seal. Maxwell knew that Alucard demanded blood in exchange for servitude, or perhaps blood sealed the deal between the Hellsing family and the Midian Lord. Besides it wasn't just any blood, it was the blood of his captors, the Hellsings.

It was symbolic.

And personal.

No one spoke.

In little time the Medical-Blood bag was full. Integra lifted the bag and examined her blood. She asked dryly, "Should I place it on ice for you, sir?"

"NO!" he growled.

Even Anderson flinched at the tone of his voice.

She gritted her teeth, grinding them. "I should punish you for arriving early. I said 2:30."

"I want it warm and fresh."

Integra smirked doubtfully. "You can want all you like."

Alucard snarled. "I won't drink it if it's cold, and then let us see how much longer the Hellsing Seal can protect you."

"I think that was a threat," she challenged.

"Just a warning." He came closer, almost touching the spiritual barrier. Alucard replied sweetly, "Give it to me warm." Integra glared at him. The vampire rolled his eyes and asked, "Please give it to me warm, Master."

Integra laughed. It was a nice sound. "I love it when you beg, slave."

Laying on the rug, Integra took a breather and then toss the bag over the threshold. The Medical-Blood bag slid across the floor and landed on Alucard's boots. The No-Life King smiled and bent over, retrieving the bag. He tucked it in the corner of his arm, rocking it like a baby.

"I suggest you drink it before it gets cold."

To be continued…

I hoped you liked it.

What's next? Alucard and Anderson are going to fight! Seras gets in the way. Filled with blood and curses.

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