Hi guys sorry for the super long hiatus. But I've been busy with finals and Christmas and etc. But during that time I wrote out upcoming chapters. So you guys know the thrill. And thanks for the one reviewer who found my story to be attention grabbing. I really appreciate it. Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or its characters. Ocs and other plotline ideas belong to me.
Enrico Maxwell and Feeding
Integra, Walter, and Tsuhgi currently inhabited the office late at night. Tsuhgi was a little late because of the whole "Virgin" ordeal with Alucard, but Integra excused her for that. Walter and Tsuhgi stood in front of her desk as Integra calmly sat behind it.
"Integra, how do you know about the Iscariot Organization and why would they send a letter to you?" inquired Tsuhgi. "I sent Alucard and Seras on a mission to Baddrick to exterminate a freak that infested a hospital with its ghouls. A regenerative priest named Father Anderson destroyed the freak vampire and injured Seras in the process," she explained.
Tsuhgi knew who Father Anderson was. In fact the two had a mutual understanding of each after a small incident with each other. The even had a few run-ins with each other and Alucard too, but she would quickly disappear before he could sense her.
"Surprisingly, he was able to decapitate Alucard. When I arrived to prevent the situation, he killed two of my best men and tried to end my life as well. Alucard regenerated and forced him to retreat" she continued. "And you said the mission was in Baddrick, correct?" Integra nodded her head.
"Of course, that was the problem from the start. The Vatican probably wanted to cause mayhem because the Hellsing organization was intruding on their turf," commented Tsuhgi. "When do they want to meet?"
"At the London Museum. Enrico Maxwell will be meeting with us in the afternoon" answered Walter. 'Oh no!' Tsuhgi face palmed. "What's the problem?" questioned Integra as she grabbed and lit another cigar.
"What horrible timing! I informed Seras and a few others to destroy a freak vampire in the vicinity. A subway to be exact." "So what will be our plan of action?" spoke Walter.
"Walter and I will accompany you while the mission is in motion. I would say leave Alucard here, but he'll follow us anyway," suggested Tsuhgi.
'Tomorrow is going to be something else.'
So here we are… at the museum waiting for Enrico Maxwell and his escort to arrive. It was starting to get late as we waited for the tardy archbishop and Integra looked pissed. She tried focusing on a large painting to the side of her, but she couldn't fool me.
Integra wore her usual grab and so did Walter. I wanted to wear pants, but nooo. Walter forced me to wear a stupid red ankle length skirt. I hated skirts and never wore them in all my days. And to top it off I wore a white blouse to go with it.
If he wanted me to wear red and white, I could have just put on my grandmother's priestess outfit. At least it had pants! I stood there standing next to Integra, fidgeting with my sleeves until I heard voices from down the hall.
Down the hall I saw Enrico Maxwell and some other old man in black robes approaching. Enrico wore a white long sleeved shirt with a purple vest over top of it. He had on black pants and polished black shoes.
His silver hair was pulled back into a long ponytail that hung down his back. He had purple eyes concealed behind a pair of thin rimmed glasses. He was too busy admiring a piece of artwork on display to notice our irate figures.
It wasn't until the aged man tapped his shoulder and pointed in our direction did he finally take note of us. "Oh is it that time already," he said sheepishly.
'You're the one who came late to his own meeting idiot' I sneered to myself. He bowed and introduced himself. "My name is Enrico Maxwell. I am the head of the Iscariot Organization. These are for you."
From behind his back, he produced a bouquet of lilies. Integra not in the least looked interested in the flowers, so I took them out of his gloved hand. "I'll take this thank you."
"Ah Tsuhgi Iga…how nice to see you. It's been far too long," he commented. "Unfortunately not long enough," I faked smiled. Integra and Walter looked between us two. Maxwell, on the other hand, stared openly with lust as his eyes roamed over my form.
'Sick bastard! I wonder how holy this man truly is...'
"I don't really care who you are. You sent an agent to Baddrick, which is under the jurisdiction of England, and violated the treaty. Your agent killed two of my best men…I was almost unable to escaped with my head still attached-!"
"Will you shut up!" he shouted crushing his glasses in his hand. "How dare you!" snarled Integra.
"I'm only here because of the direct orders of his holiness. If we slaughtered millions of you Protestants, I would have not shed a tear," Maxwell responded with hate. I suddenly felt Alucard's aura encroach on us.
'Oh boy. This isn't going to be good!'
"Now shut up and pay attention, you insufferable English sow!"
"A sow…"
'Uh-oh!'
"It's just like the Vatican to invoke the wrath of God," Alucard spoke as he materialized from the wall.
"The nosferatu…Alucard," mumbled Maxwell.
"Nice meeting you, but now I must say good-bye," he said pulling out Casull from his trench coat. He pointed the gun over Integra's shoulder as she stood there smiling arrogantly.
"You called my master a sow, I'm afraid I have to put a bullet in you," he said mockingly, finger on the trigger. Acting quickly, I moved to stand in front of Maxwell.
"What is the meaning of this?!" shouted Integra. I just smiled at her.
"Did you forget what we came here for Integra or did you let those petty insults cloud your judgment. And for you , I suggest you put the gun down now or did you forget we are in a museum as well?" I declared, narrowing my eyes. Integra scoffed at me, but order Alucard to stand down. When Alucard lowered his gun, Maxwell and his escort breathed a sigh of relief.
I turned toward the two, eyes narrowing further into slits. "For you two it's not over yet. The only reason why I stepped in was to prevent your blood from soiling the precious paintings in the museum." The two gulped in fear.
Zing~
My eyes returned to normal as I heard pipes being sliced underground. Turning my eyes silver, I used my sixth sense to scout out what could be the cause of it. Miles away, I saw Hellsing troops and Seras having a hard time with Anderson. Witnessing all, I turned my head towards Alucard.
"I have a mission for you. A certain Father is running rampant throughout the subway and I fear the soldiers and Seras's safety is in danger. Alucard, you are to stop him. Do I make myself clear?"
"Oh, so countess, when do you have the power to control me," he purred, eyes half lidded. My sclera bled red as a white aura whipped ferociously around me. "Under the orders of the late Arthur Hellsing, I command you to do what I say!" I yelled. For some odd reason, the back of Alucard's hands started to sting where his seals were placed, but he brushed t off as if it was nothing.
"Yes this is excellent! A vampiress with such power! Anything for you, my countess," He laughed. Alucard phased through the wall, laughing all the way. Once he was gone, I calmed down, the aura dissipating. "Now for you," I said snapping back to the two Vatican members.
"I would suggest you guys retreat back to Rome where you belong. You've wasted our time and now one of your agents is wreaking havoc in our subways. Whatever information you have for us, you can shove it up your ass," I spoke with authority.
"Y-yeah, sure," Maxwell stuttered. Scoffing, I turned on my heel causing the dress to swish with the sudden movement. I walked past Integra with her and Walter trailing behind me. I looked over my shoulder to her.
"From now on all information you need will come directly from me. Do you understand?"
"Of course."
"I hope your plane ride home is safe. Good-bye whipping boys," I mocked. Growling, Maxwell kept his snide remarks to himself as he watched us disappear down the hall.
"You want me to do what?" I said confusedly. "I want you to deliver these bottles of blood to Alucard," stated Walter as held the bottles out.
"Why?" I questioned, reluctantly taking the bottles from him. "Sir Integra wishes for me to help her prepare some delicacies to help her relax after today's stressful events.
'You think she's stressed…I'm the one who should be stressed around here," I thought to myself.
"Fine If I don't come back, tell the Wild Geese to stay away from my funeral," I said walking out of the kitchen. Walter just chuckled and prepared to make some tea and snacks to help ease his lady's stress.
That was five minutes ago. So here I am, wandering the lower levels of the manor to deliver Alucard his meal for the night. Oh my goodness, this guys screamed vanity.
I mean seriously….blood…in bottles….never heard that before.
The basement was dark, cold, and carried a musky smell to it. Thankfully I memorized my way down here. I passed Sera's room on the way.
I don't even know if they are back yet from their confrontation with Anderson. Poor Seras. She probably has to watch her sire and a crazed priest go at it like two barbarians over a slab of meat. I don't envy her not one bit.
Cradling the two bottles in my left hand, I pushed the door open with my right. The door cracked open to reveal another flight of stairs downwards towards Alucard's chamber.
'Well…his sense of decorating…stinks.'
In the middle of the room sat a throne chair with a small round table next to it. There were a couple of overturned wine glasses that sat on top of the table. Like I said…woman.
Placing the bottles on the table, I turned to leave, but something caught my eye. A huge polished black coffin was placed a little ways behind his throne chair. Walking cautiously over to it, I noticed strange writing on the lid.
The Bird of Hermes is my name
Eating my wings to make me tame
Reciting this inscription in my head, I felt a sudden surge of power come over me. Without thinking, my hand slowly inched its way towards the writing. Suddenly, a force yanked me up by my collar.
"Don't touch my coffin!" growled a dark voice. Acting on instinct, I kicked a leg out behind me, making contact with a solid chest.
The person grunted and dropped me. I landed on the balls of me feet and swerve around to face my attacker. There stood Alucard, his features filled with rage.
"What are you doing in my chambers?"
"If you hadn't notice the bottles on the tables before you attacked, you would have know, you imbecile," I growled.
"Don't touch my coffin," he warned again. "It's just a coffin. There's nothing fancy about it other than the little engraving on it. I don't understand why you're so upset," I scoffed crossing my arms.
"Would you like it if someone touched your coffin?" inquired Alucard with a snarky tone.
"News flash, I don't sleep in a coffin and even if I did, I wouldn't be so possessive over it." I haven't slept in a coffin since I was born.
Besides, when I was born I was kid-
"A vampire who doesn't sleep in a coffin, eats human food, and awakens during daylight. What an interesting little vampiress you are," mused Alucard with mirth emanating from his eyes.
Disregarding the comment, I started to make my way up the stairs. "You should drink. I can smell the blood lust radiating off of you. He huffed and plopped down in his chair.
Reaching the door, I paused for a moment causing Alucard to call out to me. "What?"
"What's your favorite blood type?" "Why do you want to know? Feel like donating a pint?"
"Just answer it," I shot back. "Fine. All blood types suit me, but I prefer type O," he answered. I stood there for another minute thinking.
"What is it now countess?" inquired Alucard with an airy fell to his tone.
"To answer your question from yesterday…I'm a virgin." With that I left out of the room.
I told you guys I'll be back. I never break a promise. It'll take me a while to type up more chapters. I mean this one by itself is 12 pages long. Anyway hope you enjoyed and please review.
