(A/N: Sorry this is late. I caught a cold and was out of commission for a while. I'm all better now, and the next chapter is here. It's mostly dialogue, but you can't expect action every chapter.)
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Chapter 9: Prisoner of the Millennium
Integra groaned as she climbed out of the depths of unconsciousness. Her hands were hurting, which only made sense since they were chained above her head. She wasn't quite dangling off the ground, but the chains prevented her from even squatting, let alone sitting.
'Looks like they beat Alucard to the punch.' She thought, recalling what happened. The woman that had been guarding Hitler's coffin had materialized into the room. She slaughtered the cops that had been watching her and stuffed the bodies in an empty cell. Then she had fazed through the bars into Integra's own cell and knocked her out.
Her head was killing her. The damn bitch had probably given her a concussion. But that was the least of her worries. She was a prisoner in her enemy's territory. What kind of sick, twisted plans did they have for her? They obviously had something wicked in mind, otherwise she would be dead right now. She was also relieved to see that she was still human. Although that didn't mean that they didn't plan to Turn her at some point in the future.
"Ah, you're awake, mein Fräulein."
The Hellsing leader groaned. The major was the last person she wanted to see right now. No doubt the sadistic bastard had come to tell her what he had in store for her, just so he could see her squirm at the thought of the upcoming torture. Or maybe he wouldn't tell her and just leave it to her imagination. That might be even worse. No, he'd most likely only tell her some of what she would expect and then let her imagination work from there.
"I wish I could say I've woken up to worst things," Integra told him, "but I can't think of too many things worse than your wrinkled face."
The major chuckled. "Oh, my dear Integra, are you feeling so helpless that you must now resort to insults?"
Hardly. She was simply fighting back the only way she could while in chains. Her feet were still free, and she wished he'd come a little closer so she could kick him. "You call me helpless while you sit there in your chair unable to even stand in my presence."
The major found her remark funny. "Still so spirited, even when in the face of death." He folded his hands on his lap. "But all pretenses aside, you know what being here means for you, don't you?"
"I would imagine some form of unbearable torture." Integra replied. "Rather than giving me the details on that, why don't you tell me where your master is."
"Safe and sound. And in a few years time, he'll rise again. And when he does," he snickered, "then your suffering shall truly begin. Until then, I'll be having my own fun with you."
Integra smirked. "Have fun? Can an old man like you even 'get it up'? I highly doubt it."
The major didn't take the bait. "No fear of that, Fräulein. I enjoy the pleasures of the flesh just as much as anyone. Just in a… different way."
Integra snorted. "I'll bet you do, you sick bastard."
His sadistic grin widened. "Once the master gets hold of you, I'm sure you'll find anything I've done to you quite enjoyable compaired to what he has planned. Remember, mein Fräulein, the master has spent time in Hell itself. I'm sure he knows more than anyone the true meaning of the word pain."
A chill ran through the Hellsing leader. Yes, an evil man like Hitler, who had been condemned to the deepest pits of Hell to face eternal punishment for his sins would no doubt know how to make someone suffer beyond anything even the major could possibly imagine. But she refused to show her fear, holding her head up high.
"Seras and Alucard will find me."
The major laughed. "Oh, I have no doubt of that, but it won't be for many years. We intend to lay low and remain hidden until the master has truly returned to us. By the time your pet vampires find you, you'll be nothing less than a mindless ghoul." He licked his lips. "Or maybe a vampire, so you'll still be able to think for yourself while you experience the true meaning of the word pain, although I doubt your mind will still be intact. It'll be up to the master to decide what to do."
Integra's eyes narrowed. No way in hell would she be their toy, in any sense of the word. She'd kill herself long before that happened. As of now, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to get out of this alive, but she could still stop them from defeating her.
The major noticed a change in her eyes. Realizing what was going through her mind, he snapped his fingers. From out of the shadows, a giant hand shot out, grabbing her face. Integra found her mouth pried open and something round shoved inside. The hands released her, but Integra found herself unable to close her mouth due to the rubber ball mouth gag strapped to her it head.
"Wouldn't want you biting your tongue of and preventing us from having our fun." The major told her. "This'll do for now. Perhaps I'll break your jaw so you can't do that in the future. Having your mouth stuffed like that will make it difficult to feed you. Although, it's a very appropriate look for the Hellsing whore."
Integra refused to let his taunts bother her. It seemed as if he was already working on the mental torture by demeaning her. Well, let him try. His words couldn't hurt her. And she'd figure out another way to kill herself besides biting her tongue off.
The major clapped his hands together. "Well then, lets begin." He rode his chair over to a table that had several surgical equipment tools laying on it. His figures trailed over each of them, a drill, a hook, a scalpel, a probe, pliers, and several others. "Which one, which one? Would you like to choice, mein Fräulein?"
Unable to speak, Integra gave him the middle finger. The major just laughed at that.
"Oh, you want me to start there? I think we have some bamboo shoots laying around that I can drive up your fingernail. After that, I'll rip them off with this." He picked up the pliers. "Of course, I'll have to hold these in the fire first until they're nice and hot."
Integra's expression showed no fear, but she couldn't hide the bead of sweat that ran down her head. The major took notice of it.
"Oh, is something wrong, Sir Integra? You seem to be sweating. Is it too hot for you? Well, imagine how the master must have felt. Biblical studies have said that the flames of Hell are sixty times hotter than any here on Earth, and a mere three minutes here is 3,000 years there. The master confirmed all this and more in excruciating detail. And it has given me some very good ideas of new ways to play with my toys."
She refused to let him play with her by dragging out the anticipation. If he was going to torture her, she would give him as little satisfaction out of it as possible. And that included delaying the inevitable while he taunted her.
"Will you just get a move on." She mumbled as best as she could with the rubber ball in her mouth. "I haven't got all damn day."
The major grinned. He had no idea what she just said, but he could guess. "So eager to get started, are we? Very well, mein Fräulein, lets begin."
Predictably, he picked up the scalpel. Integra wasn't surprised; it was the most unoriginal out of all the instruments.
"What's that?" the major asked suddenly. Integra blinked, thinking he was talking to her. But he leaned towards the wall, as if listening to the shadow on it. "I see." He snickered and looked back at the Hellsing leader. "You think I'm starting with the obvious and not showing any originality."
Integra's eyes widened in surprise. How had he known that?
The major found her confusion amusing. "Don't worry, Fräulein. I may be starting with an obvious tool, but the things I'll do with it will be far from predictable."
He pressed the flat side of the blade to her right cheek, dragging the cold metal across the skin. He turned it slightly and it dug into her skin. Integra refused to cry out as the scalpel left a red line across her cheek.
"Just enough to get the blood flowing before we really begin." He told her. Raising the scalpel to his mouth, he dragged his tongue over it, tasting her blood. "Blood is life, and your life tastes sweet."
She glared at him. For someone so reluctant to give up his humanity, he was behaving very much like a vampire.
"I just wanted to taste the virgin blood of the famous Hellsing family." He told her, as if he knew what she was thinking. "I think it'll taste better cooked.
Reaching down, he lifted a blowtorch. Unleashing the flames, he stuck the end of the scalpel into the fire. It didn't take long before the blade began glowing bright red. He dropped the torch and held up the red-hot instrument.
"Have I ever told you my name, Fräulein?" he asked. He received no answer, but he wasn't expecting one. "Well, how about I tell you by carving it on your chest? This way you'll always remember who you belong to."
He held the blade up to her, pressing it against the collar of her shirt. Smoke rose at the contact, and Integra felt its heat against her neck. Then the blade cut down, slicing her shirt open and exposing her chest.
"I think I'll start right here." He told her, raising the blade again. Before the glowing scalpel touched her skin, an alarm suddenly went off. The grin left the major's face as he looked up. "What's this? What's happening?" He pressed his head to the wall, as if trying to hear through it. "What? What do you mean he's here?" He waited a moment. "How did he find us?" He paused again. "He couldn't have gotten the information from Teresa; we burned her before he got a chance to feed off of her." More waiting. "We must keep the master safe. Take him to the hidden chamber, and get as many guards in there as you can. I'm going there now." He looked back at Integra. "Well, mein Fräulein, it seems as if our fun will have to wait until later. Perhaps it'll be a couple of hours from now, perhaps in a few years, but we will have our fun."
Integra just smirked around the rubber ball. It seemed as if things weren't going according to the major's plan. Alucard was here, and no doubt Seras was with them. If Millennium was smart, they'd kill her now. But that Nazi arrogance of theirs allowed them to believe that they could still salvage the situation.
The fools.
"I'm going to the safe room." The major said, seeming to be speaking to no one in particular. "You stay here and keep watch over her."
As he rolled out of the room, the shadow on the wall he had been pressing his ear against came to life. From out of the wall, a very large man emerged. He was all muscle, and bulky to the point that he looked ridiculous. He was only dressed in a pair of shorts, and veins bulged out visibly all over his entire body. Glowing red eyes and fangs exposed his vampire nature; another FREAK, no doubt. So it had been this person the major had been speaking and listening to.
"I would advise against trying to escape." The major told her from outside the room. "We've advanced this one's mind reading capabilities to the point where he automatically hears anyone's thoughts as if they were speaking out loud. He'll know exactly what you're trying to do before you even do it. Auf Wiedersehen, mein Fräulein."
The door slammed shut.
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Gunshots rang out as Alucard fired into the crowd of ghouls. There seemed to be an endless supply of them. There were some vampires too, but not many; only those that remained of the 1,000 that had attacked London. But there were certainly a lot of ghouls.
'Bring them on.' Alucard thought with glee. 'I could keep this up all day.'
Seras was right behind him, watching his back for any enemies that tried to sneak up on him, as if that were necessary. "Master, are you sure that both Sir Integra and Hitler are here?"
He chuckled. "Oh, they're here all right. The Diclonius' blood memories showed me that this was where they were taking them both. Furthermore," he grinned, "I can smell the Nazi King's evil stench."
Is that what it was? Seras couldn't say she smelled anything, but she felt an overwhelming evil presence. She had felt it back in the hotel too. Had that been Hitler's presence? If it was, then there was no doubt in her mind that he was here. Not that she didn't trust her master's instincts.
"Then lets get a move on." She said.
Taking aim with her Harkonnen, she fired the massive weapon. The bullet flew down the hall, tearing through the crowd of ghouls. Blood and body parts went flying everywhere, giving the hall a red coating, as the bullets cleared the area of ghouls and blasted a hole in the wall.
"Nice shot, Police Girl." Alucard commented. "This is where we part ways. You go and find our master. Destroy all that stands in your way."
A wicked grin crept up Sears' face. "With pleasure, my master. And what are you going to do?"
A sinister chuckle escaped the vampire king. "I'm going to find the major and his master."
(A/N: Before anything else, I just want to say that the big muscular vampire with the mind-reading powers that's guarding Integra is NOT based on Edward Cullen from the Twilight series, nor was I thinking of that in any way when I wrote him up. Vampires, at least in the Hellsing universe, are capable of reading minds, and this one just had his ability amplified to the point where he hears people's thoughts as if they're spoken out loud. That'd probably get annoying. And if Seras is going to be the one rescuing Integra, she's going to have her hands full with this guy. Alucard is going after the big boss himself. You won't want to miss the confrontation.)