Oops! Review, Request, Rcomment, Auf Wedersien! Forgot about that last chapter. Hehe. So then…'sup. I like coming up with names for my chapters now, before it was just "Chapter 1. Chapter 2. So on and so forth." Naming them is fun! On we go, deeper into my twisted mind full of plotting and other very complicated stuff you haven't a hope of understanding. Like kitties! :D
Meva's POV:
Okay masters, listen to me. I put an invisibility spell on you, but it won't hold past sunrise. You need to hide in a cave or something, and then follow me when I tell you it's safe. I wasn't listening to the vampire, who was standing still, occasionally nodding or frowning. Meva? Are you okay? You sound…trembly. Alle's mental voice was shy and reserved, but firm. I grimaced. Just fine mistress. I lost a few pints of blood, that's all. Now listen very carefully. You need to order me to be quiet, alright? First order as my masters, think you can handle it? They both probably nodded agreement, and then Alex's mental voice said. Meva, be quiet. How was that? Due to his recent order, I couldn't respond, but I sent my agreement to them.
I was roused from my trance by a hand under my chin, forcing me to look into the vampire's flaming red eyes. "And who were you just talking to?" he said, looking amused. I just shook my head. His grip tightened. "Answer me." I glared at him, not saying a word. He snarled, and my vision went red. Oh no you don't! I fought his will, holding as much of my secrets in as I could. It was like trying to keep your balance on oiled ice. He was overwhelmingly powerful. Finally he gave up and let me fall back down into a crouch, growling under his breath. I shook my head, trying to clear it after his hypnotism clouded my mind. Damn. "Why aren't you saying anything? You were certainly a pert little minx earlier." He purred, and I snarled at him. "Can't!" the word was forced out of me before my mouth clamped shut.
He raised his eyebrows. "Well, I'm sure my master can persuade you. Come." He yanked at the thing attached to my cuffs, and I would have cuffed him over the head with a sharp wing, before flying out of there in a rage, if not for Alle's injudicious order of "Don't hurt them!" So I followed, imagining just what I would do when I got free of these damn shackles. He shoved me in some kind of van, and then closed the door. I edged as far away from him as I could, curling up in a corner and bringing my good wing up to block out even the sight of him. A few moments later I heard the door open and close, then that vampire girl's scent washed over me. I lowered my wing briefly and hissed at her, before bringing it back up. Siesindein dummerIdiotverdammtMeva.( You are a stupid damn idiot Meva) Siegabpraktisch, dass VampirIhre Freiheitauf dem Silbertablett. (You practically handed that vampire your freedom on a silver platter)
Well, I got myself into this, I should get myself out. Resources, nill. My wing is broken, in several places if I'm reading these pain-waves effectivly. I just got almost completely drained by an extremely powerful vampire. This is not a good day for me. I sighed in annoyance. Yeesh. When I get free, second thing on my list is to pay a little "visit" to Sir Hugo. I wonder what kind of splatter it would make if I dragged a wing up diagonally, rather than straight? Hmm… My thoughts were interrupted by something skimming my wing feathers, and I nearly moaned in pleasure. They were a very sensitive spot for me, especially when it came to pleasurable sensations. No, snap out of it!
Alucard's POV:
I stared at her upraised wing, and smirked. Integra gives me the silent treatment from time to time, but this is the first time I've seen someone do it by orders. She was muttering to herself in German, a language I was tolerably familiar with. I studied her wing, and realized that despite its large size, it was a remarkably dexterous limb. For instance, right now her left wing was completely blocking her body. The feathers somehow extended so they formed a screen, and they wing was bent at a very interesting angle indeed, but she seemed completely comfortable with it. Her other wing, however, was gingerly folded together, retracted into the least space she could, and obviously causing her pain, although it was at a perfectly normal angle.
Did I break something when I was on top of her? Was I that hungry? I shook my head. If she can block bullets with her wings, than I would have definitely felt it if I snapped a bone. She was almost completely silent now, and I edged closer. Those feathers called me, begging for me to stroke their erotic softness. I dared run a finger along the edge, feeling them harden slightly, and then relax. Her whole body stiffened, and she growled. She folded her wing down, glaring at me. "Don't touch." The words sounded like they were forced out, and her mouth clamped shut almost too fast for her muscles to be the thing controlling it. I smirked at her. "And yet you haven't sliced me with that fascinating power of yours, have you? Does it pleasure you?"
She snarled, tucking her good wing behind her back. Her bad one flexed slightly, like she would have tucked it behind her as well, but didn't move. I made a beckoning gesture with one hand. She hissed, but I detected a trace of confusion on her face. "I need to see how badly I hurt that wing." I said to clarify, and she paused. Slowly, she shuffled closer to me, gingerly extending the wing so it lay on my lap. I ran a hand over it, feeling as gently as I could for breaks. She twitched, but didn't move away. Just as I felt a slight bump under the feathers, she yelped and moved backward, yanking her wing out of my hands with a grinding, grating sound that meant her broken bones were sliding together painfully.
She held it awkwardly against herself, cradling it and supporting it with her body, and I saw tears of pain leak out from the corner of her eyes. She shook her head angrily, as if ashamed by her moment of weakness. "You need to stop squeaking if I want to be able to tell my master anything but "her wing hurts" when I report in." I said irritably, and she glared at me, growling under her breath. She moved the wing back towards me, and I slid my hand under the feathers covering the upper part, noticing that there was indeed a broken bone, three in fact. Her main bone, that supported the whole wing, was fractured, and two of the thinner bones fanning out from it were snapped in two. As I fingered them, she let out a quiet hiss of pain, and clenched her hands, but otherwise did nothing.
I let go and she folded her wing back, moving over to the farthest corner away from me and turning her back to me. The van was silent for a moment, but then I noticed something. Her outline had begun to shimmer, dissolve… I snarled and she looked at me, surprised. Then her eyes traveled down to her arm. "Suefzer." She said in annoyance, just as her outline changed completely. I blinked. She had been black haired, dark-skinned, like those children, but now she was much lighter, with caramel brown hair. She glared at me, and her eyes were a stunning shade of sapphire. "WHOA!" Police Girl said, having woken up. The girl transferred her glare to her. She muttered something unflattering in German and turned away from us again.
Meva's POV:
Damn, I thought it would last much longer than that. My glamour had completely vanished, showing the two vampires my true form. Then again, I was putting all my focus on Alle and her brother's invisibility spell at the time. The van suddenly swerved wildly, and before I could stop myself, I tumbled into the older vampire's lap. He looked down at me in surprise, and I growled, pushing myself off him. Another swerve, but this time I was ready. The vampire stuck his head through the wall, and I heard "What are you doing!?" shouted at the driver. I didn't need to ask. Damn it all to hell, why do they have to be so NOBEL!? I calmly sliced the handcuffs open and slammed the doors open, ignoring the vampire girl. I fell out onto the road, flattening myself down so I wouldn't get run over.
Two trucks passed over me, and then I rolled out of the way, standing up and running towards where I felt my masters' minds. I mentally forwarded the fact that I was not happy at all with their decision. MEVA! YOU'RE OKAY! Alle's voice called in my mind. I mentally showed her my need to be able to speak. Oh, umm, you can talk now Meva. I growled low in my throat, skidding to a stop above the both of them. Alex had an arsenal of firecrackers, some of which I knew had made their way into the driver's seat of several of the vans. "What the hell were you two thinking!" I shouted at the both of them, and some German poured from my lips, I was so angry.
"Wie kann man nur so dumm sein! Ich reiße lhnen beiden auseinander und fütterndie Stücke, umKrähen! WHY!?" They both looked sheepish. "Sorry Meva, but we couldn't just leave you there. We had to help!" Alex said defiantly, staring up at me. I growled, wanting to bang my head against something hard and vertical, but not having the time. "You did not help, you made things worse!" I all but shouted, trying to control my temper. "Indeed." A voice beside my ear said, and then a huge impact on the side of my head made everything go black.
***Time Skip***
I groaned, light filtering into the darkness I had been lost in for so long. I blinked my eyes open, seeing myself in a roomy dungeon cell, chained to a wall. My wings were chained too, so I wasn't going anywhere. I experimentally rattled my chains, and found them to be blessed silver. So, I'm in a spot that knows a lot about vampire hunting, and vampires in general. There was an organization, English wasn't it? Yes…the Hellsings? The ones who caught…the really…powerful…oh crap. I sighed, my eyes searching the darkness for something to do. A tantalizing scent wafted down the hall, and my eyes dilated. My mouth watered, and I sternly told myself to stop being so wishful. Prisoners don't get nice food; they get moldy old bread and stuff like that. Not freshly baked…hot from the oven…yum… I shook my head.
An old man opened the door, setting down a plate of the bread and some milk just out of my reach. "You seem to have woken up." He said in an English accent, watching me neutrally. I strained, trying to reach the plate, but was brought up short by my chains. "Yes." I said slowly, eyes fixed on the bread. He raised an eyebrow. "When have you last eaten?" he said in surprise, and I blinked. "Umm… four or five days ago." I said, squinting in remembrance. "Drank?" He said curiously, and I growled. "Dunno. A week or so maybe. Can you push that a bit closer, I'm kinda hungry…"
He shook his head. "No, you need to answer a few questions first." He said sternly, and I sagged in my chains. Damn it… "I might." I said grumpily, and he started. "What's your name?" I considered that. "Meva. No last name." He nodded in satisfaction. "Good. Why did you kidnap those children?" I sighed. Yeesh… "Mistress told me to." I said shortly, annoyed by the accusation. "Mistress?" He said, clearly wanting more. "Lady Amarta, Master Richard's wife." I said grandly, looking down my nose at him. He bowed a little. "Forgive me for being rude. But Sir Hugo said you kidnapped those children without your mistress's consent."
I growled in annoyance. "Well, I'm glad to see you took him at his word. I'm sure he is always the model of paragon grace and virtues, and he has never, ever, been wrong in his entire life, and his word counts ever so much more than that of his victims. Go away." He tried to get me to talk more, but I remained stonily silent. He sighed, and then walked out, closing the door. I strained towards the plate again, but was brought up short. I tried pushing off the wall with my legs, but only managed to bruise my back and jostle my wounded wing, which nearly made me shriek with pain. So I just hung there, in a much worse mood than before that man had come in. My only consolation was that Alle and Alex were still alive, and still had my necklace.
Alucard's POV:
Walter walked into Integra's office, dusting off his hands. "Well, I learned a few more things, but not nearly the information we need." He said apologetically, and Integra waved a hand at him. "I'm sure you did your best. What did you learn?" He stood at attention and began. "Her name is Meva and she seems to be quite old, as Alucard suggested. She seems to require food and water, but when I asked her she said it had been almost a week since she last drank anything, and five days since her last meal. When I questioned her about her kidnapping of the children, she seemed adamant that she had done the right thing, and said her former mistress had ordered it. She seems to hold the family in great honor, and referred to Richard and his wife with great respect. When I mentioned Sir Hugo she became sarcastic and then would not answer any more questions, despite my best efforts."
I grinned. Meva…wait, that name seems somehow familiar…Meva…Avem? Oh, she's clever. "Are you sure that's her real name?" I said causally, inspecting the Jackal. Walter frowned. "What do you mean?" I smirked at the both of them. "Meva. Avem backwards. Latin for bird. Not something a parent would name their child." Integra cursed and Walter frowned. "She seemed perfectly sincere…" he said slowly. "Alucard, since you're so clever at finding out things, you may go interrogate her now. Don't harm her." Integra said grumpily, and my amusement vanished. I sighed and phased down into the basement, muttering to myself.
Yeah…what can I say, l like my characters tough. *shrugs defensively* I do hope I broke these up nicely, before it was just all one long sheet of words. I really hope. Hey, UK people, your country(s?) are/is awesome! I liked Scotland and England the best. Scotland was just awesome and England had Hellsing! And my wonderful home-stay people, Scarlet and Daisy. (See, I remembered your names!) But I still prefer America, one, because we're freaking awesome, and two, because when we plug our devices into walls, we don't have to TURN ON THE FREAKING SOCKET! It's just plug, and work. Not plug, flip switch, then work. Other than that, I have nothing against the UK at all. You are a wonderful place with wonderful people. *makes disgusted face and wipes mouth of flattery-taste* But seriously now, you guys are all great. Review, Request, Rcomment, Auf Wedersien!