I should have pulled them all back.

I knew what happened but I wanted to be sure.

Now I'm down both vampires.

Integra strode into the empty mansion. The Geese were outside executing some punishment on an disobedient soldier. Pushups with someone standing on his back. Integra hadn't noticed all that much. This was her fault. They shouldn't have been there. She knew exactly what happened. But still she sent them in to be sure.

She endangered all of them pointlessly.

Integra walked through the front doors. The Geese were to stay behind. She'd done enough to them already. The government, the Convention, and the Geese all had a job, to keep the people from knowing about the existence of the supernatural. It was her job to ensure that they continuing thinking that vampires, ghouls and few others were all that was out there. That all had been codified and accounted for. The monster under the bed had a name and known weaknesses. It wasn't that simple.

Her father made it clear. Even the Convention couldn't learn of certain things. Knowledge it was better for them to never learn of. Integra kept an eye and ear out for specific words, particular names to watch out for. To cut them away from the bright world lest they be found by the unwary. Just those three letters Seras spoke were enough to let the knight know she had failed. The Pnakotic fragments, broken pieces of a dark tome better destroyed. And part of it here. The fates of all those vanished in this once happy mansion bleak.

She walked carefully to the library. No telling what else had been done here. Entering cautiously, Integra took in the room. Books everywhere. A collection centuries old. She'd need to go through these one by one. First, that horrid stack of paper. Integra opened the manuscript. The Pnakotic fragments. The pages were older than human-kind. Whatever it was written on did not come from Earth. It's pages rent asunder long ago. She hoped they never reunited. Integra lit a cigar and read. An hour passed. She had her answer. Integra calmly stood up, grasped the chair and smashed it into a billion pieces on the floor.

Her hands shook. The cold rage passed her now. The entire family. All the hapless police sent here. They were all trapped in the halls of the King in Yellow. Even if she knew what had been done, even if she was strong enough to challenge the horror in the decaying ruins of Carcosa what would come back would not be any of them. The abominations that had once been people would spread the rot to the green places of earth. They were gone and could never return.

Settling down she walked back to the kitchen and carried as much salt as she could carry. She couldn't feel what Seras felt as the dining room approached. Integra took her steps carefully. Something out here could have been infected. She stood before the open door. Nothing unusual inside. With quiet steps she circled around the table, pouring out the salt behind here. A full circle complete she sat and waited.

It was a full hour later when she felt the pop. A shiver of horror raced down her spine and was gone. The table, the food everything in the room rotted away in a second. The smell was horrifying but even that was soon gone. Nothing remained. The wound sealed and the unfortunates beyond all help.

It is done.

Integra stored the manuscript away with the others. Scraps of paper, scrolls, tablets and even printed, bound tomes. None of these could ever be seen. None could ever be safe. She thought about burning them. It wouldn't work and she knew it.

Abraham had tried for a month. None were scathed.

And now to the other thing she needed to take care of. Seras had seen into the Yellow King's halls. The young police-woman was strong. In time she would get better. Having someone to talk to would make her recover faster. The basement was cold and wet. Old smells pilled on each other. It made Integra squirm inside. Alucard was used to such things. She felt that Seras deserved more. The heir of Hellsing reached the young vampire's room and knocked.

"Might I come in Seras?"

A scratching at the door and then it swung inward. Seras had her best fake smile on, carefully hiding her right hand. Integra noticed both, but said nothing. Having a friend would help her through this. Some one to talk to so she could forget what she saw.