It been a while. I kind of had trouble with this chapter. I had the idea, but from some reason the words were not coming so easily. Oh well, got through it and here it is!
Alucard strode through the Hellsing hallway, his two servants hurrying to keep up. When they reached the doorway leading to the meeting room, he simply walked through it. Enola quickly dissolved into mist and drifted under it, reforming on the other side. Seras was the only one to actually open it and slip in. The closing of the door drew all in the room's attention to the trio.
Enola's eyes widened as she stared at Hellsing's 'guests'. Sitting at the table was non other then Bishop Enrico Maxwell, flanked by Father Alexander Anderson and a few other members of the Iscariot organization. The moment their eyes landed on her, she both wanted to pounce and hide behind Alucard. In the end, she settled for a low growl.
"And there she is!" the bishop said, opening his arms in an 'inviting' manner, "Project 23 Werewolf Enola, we were just talking about you."
This time her snarl was louder.
"Actually, she goes by Enola Wolf," Sir Integra interrupted, "State your business here before I kick you out of this house."
The bishop shrugged, "I was hoping for a little hospitality, but I guess that's too much to ask."
"For you, yes. I'm waiting."
"Very well," Maxwell sighed, "Our business here is simple. We've come here to retrieve our werewolf."
Enola snarled, her teeth and nails elongating. Alucard chuckled.
"It doesn't seem like she wants to go back with you."
"Even if she wanted to, she couldn't," Integra said, a slight smile appearing on her features, "The werewolf Enola belongs to Hellsing now."
"And what makes you think you have any claim on the project the Iscariots have been working on for fifty years?" Anderson asked.
"Because of these," Enola said, turning around to show off the silver brands, "I have willingly accepted being bound to Hellsing and the Vampire Alucard." She smirked at the infuriated sounds the members of Special Order 13 made at the sight, her confidence growing slightly. "I could have been bound to you instead, but I guess you were too cowardly to seal the deal."
Father Anderson stood up, glaring daggers at Enola, "After all we've done for you, you dare turn against us now?"
She flinched a little at his dangerous tone, the tone she had heard too many times before getting punished for something or another she had done, but stood her ground. Fear was no reason to back down. "Me, turn against you? I was never on your side. Besides, if it wasn't for the research done on me, the Vatican would have never been able to create the regenerative powers you have. You would have died ten times over had I not been given to the Iscariot Organization! But I should know not expect anything from you, after all, you'd never thank a shape-shifting heathen!" She turned in the one direction that she was not facing anyone and huffed, "And you are fools to expect anything willingly given by me…except a few choice words that is."
The Father's eyes narrowed to slit, "And what just might those be?"
"Go to Hell."
Everyone stared at her for a moment, processing what the usually quiet werewolf had said to the people she had feared. Enola looked over her shoulder back at them, her eyes glistening with hate, confirming that she had, indeed, just said what they had just heard.
Then, Alucard started laughing. The rooms attention refocused on the vampire, who had bent in hysterics. After a moment, he quieted, chuckling to himself. "That, was a very good choice of words."
A loud bang echoed through the room as the priest slammed his hands onto the table, words escaping him in his fury. The bishop placed his hand on the father's shoulder, silently holding him back, "I think we should be taking our leave now," he stood, heading toward the door. He paused halfway through it, looking back, "Oh, and Enola, I hope you enjoy your 'time of the month', it is tomorrow, isn't it?"
The werewolf growled as the bishop laughed and left, closing the door behind him.
Integra looked her way. "Enola, what was he talking about?" she demanded.
Enola glared at the door, "The full moon."
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Seras awoke the next night to a loud banging. She stood and walked into the hallway, trying to locate the source of the noise. She soon found that it came from inside her master's room. Now that she was closer, she could make out the sound of barks and gunshots, as well as Alucard's maniacal laughter. From the pitch and volume of the shots, she could tell he was only using the Casul and not the Jackal. He was not shooting to kill.
Curious as the exactly what was going on, Seras opened the door, peering inside. She was immediately greeted with the sight of a snarling werewolf lunging at her. Quickly, she raised her hands, catching Enola's jaws mid-bite. The fledgling vampire just managed to hold her off for the few seconds that where necessary to adjust her stance and throw the canine backwards, backing into the room. She slammed the metal door shut, leaning against it, panting. Her master could take care of himself.
At that moment, the door to the basement flung open, and Sir Integra hurried down the stairs to her younger vampire, "Seras, what is going on here?"
"I'm afraid I don't know Sir," she admitted, "I just peeked in and almost got my head bitten off."
"What? By who?"
"By Enola Sir."
The Hellsing leader paused, listening, then called out, "Alucard! Come and explain this!"
There was one final gunshot and a low laugh before the No Life King emerged, phasing through the metal rather than opening it. A moment later, a loud crash sounded on the other side and the door vibrated from the force of the impact. Alucard grinned like a psychopath. Vicious snarls came from the other side. He chuckled again. "My master, it seems the puppy and you share similar dispositions during your time of the month."
Integra scowled, "What's that supposed to mean?"
His grin widened, "The werewolf has gone into a bit of a moon rage, and would undoubtedly try to mass murder anyone within sight given the chance. She tried to kill me the moment I arose."
"Not Enola!" Seras protested, "She wouldn't hurt anyone!"
Her master's crimson's eyes switched over to his fledgling, "She is not a corgi Police Girl, she is a wolf. You must remember that."
Seras glanced at the door as the werewolf in question one again slammed into it, "Yes master."
Meanwhile, inside…
Enola's eyes rolled in their sockets as she recovered from the self-inflicted blow to the head. She could smell them, just on the other side of the door, they were there. One of them was human. Another human was fast approaching. Upstairs there were dozens of humans, all wondering about. She longed to taste them.
Red was splattered over the stone walls and throne in the room. Most of it was hers. Some of it was the vampire's. His blood was so tantalizingly close to a humans, it nearly brought her over the edge. Then there was one that had momentarily entered, she was even closer. But they were not human. Humans where what she really wanted, she needed human flesh. She needed to lap up their sweet blood. And she was hell-bent on getting it.
Hmmm…. Now I have Enola in a moon rage, and she wants to eat people. But what to do with her? Should she stay put and let Alucard have a little fun, or escape and reek havoc? Review! I want to know what you think! Thanks!
