Hellsing—Bloodlust
Disclaimer—I do not own Hellsing.
Title—Named and Found
Synopsis—As the investigation continues Walter meets an old friend, or an enemy?
Author's Notes—Again if you see this 'O' it means that there's a footnote at the end. I am going to implore you to be patient. Please… My older sister came over for a visit, so my time was occupied. In this chapter there is a bit of humor in this.
Named and Found
Troubled Thoughts and Changes
--Hellsing Manor
--North Wing Parlor
--1:34pm
All things considering—despite Iscariot's presence, it was a lovely and perfect day. However it was one of the hottest days of spring, and summer was yet to come and grace England with its hot and humid climate. No wonder, the Romans complained so many centuries ago. Regardless of the time of the year, London was bombarded with hails of fire and ice. (Like Ohio)
The fallen and demoted Integra Wingates Hellsing sat, reclining on the beach-chair with a book in hand; however her thoughts were far from focusing or even taking in the lines of words. Behind her sunglasses, her stressed eyes whispered troubled thoughts and weighted soured options. Her sapphire-stone orbs scanned the same line half a dozen times and she hardly comprehended the passage. It was a fruitless task.
Suddenly Integra was swathed in the shadows and she glanced upwards, staring and witnessing the No-Life King without his infamous trench coat and fedora, save but his orange sunglasses enveloping his ruby-eyes. Even his white and crisp chemise had several buttons popped, exposing his rather handsome and impressive physique. A girlishly white laced-umbrella was resting on his shoulder and balanced by his loose wrist; after all, the sun was harmful and deadly to Midians. Not to Alucard. He was an original and therefore sunrays did little physical harm and just prolonged him to loathe it even more. The expression of the great Nosferatu holding a laced-umbrella was an odd and yet a terribly amusing picture. He was smiling, beaming like a total idiot and his mouth was latched, suckling on what looked like a red Popsicle.
Slightly disturbed by the sight Integra breathed, "Whatever are you eating?"
The vampire pulled the Popsicle out and glanced at it, as if he was noticing it for the every first time. Chewing on his lower lip, Alucard examined the object with grossly exaggerated interest. He impassively struggled his shoulders and replied dryly, "Something yummy." The No-Life King raised a bemused and curious brow. He asked teasingly, "Why? Would you like a lick? Just a taste."
She looked at her stale lemonade with little interest. Integra raised a suspicious brow and said, "Perhaps—but, what is it?"
He cooed feverishly, "A blood-Popsicle. A-positive and fresh out of the Medical supply."
"A frozen Blood-Popsicle!" The Hellsing-daughter exclaimed, smiling. Alucard was never celebrated for his creativity. "How curious! That is different, even for you."
He blew out an irritable sigh. "Oh! Come now, Master. Do you honestly think that humans are the only ones who cannot tolerate hot weather? Besides, this was not my idea. It was Police-Girl's. Walter helped a little." Alucard paused and replied low, "I find that he is very accommodating for my fledging."
It took Integra a moment to ponder his hidden meaning; after all, the vampire often spoke in meaningless and complicated riddles. She intently stared at her pet vampire and challenged, "Pray tell me, what nonsense are you sputtering? Express your self plainly."
Alucard raised his hands in peace and expressed urgently, "Enhance your calm, Master. No need to get hostel—or even violent. I am merely making a notation. Walter may be an aging, but he is still young. There is plenty of flexibility in his limbs and enough spunk." The quick tilt of his head motioned towards the two lovebirds. Walter holding a silver-patter of lemonade was speaking softly with the young Police-Girl. Their voices were low and in whispers. Seras was rosy-pink and giggling like some not-so-innocent schoolgirl. Integra tried to brush aside the image of the Angel of Death and the young Seras Victoria together, but it was too disturbing and slightly insulting to both parties. Alucard merely smiled. "I must say that I am pleased to see him active again."
His Master snapped, "Your speculation is perverted."
The No-Life King glimpsed at her and expressed brightly, "I am merely making an observation."
"It is false slander." She turned her eyes away.
He noticed her fallen expression. "A penny for your thoughts."
"It is nothing," she replied coolly.
"Nothing!" he quirked. "Nothing has chased my sweet Master from the comforts and even coolness of her Manor." Integra refused to respond to him, so the vampire attempted a sultry approach for her attention. His lustful eyes were exploring her two-pieced London-flag styled swimsuit as well as her usually covered virginal flesh. "However, I must remark about your lovely attire. I must give a special thanks to Police-Girl for the thoughtful gift."
Integra smiled dryly. "Savor the moment, Alucard. This is an one time moment."
Alucard tried hiding his disappointment. "You tease me so…"
She noted plainly and closed her eyes, "I am positive that you will survive."
"Oh my! You are bitter this afternoon." Keeping under that safely of the umbrella Alucard took the seat next to her. He rested his elbows on his knees and chin on his knuckles. Integra opened an eye and peered at him. It actually seemed at he was willing to listen and subject himself to her bickering and complaints. Finally she heaved a tiring sigh.
Quoting Shakespeare Integra confessed, "'Full of scorpions is my mind.'" Her head fell into her hands and her moonlit strands swathed her saddened expression. She closed her eyes shortly before exhaling an exhausted and physical draining sigh. Gone was her ironclad composure and unyielding stubbornness; however it was only for a moment.
Alucard noted, "You are trouble." Integra passed him a jagged glance, which he replied sharply, "Spare me that look, Master. Your pride and treasured humanity cannot alter your scent. Stress is an exquisite and sympathetic aroma on a woman's flesh." However Integra's glaze was elsewhere. Again, Half-hoping to catch her attention, Alucard gave a dark grin before replying, "It is almost bittersweet."
The Hellsing Heir considered this, apparently weighting the full significance of his meaning. The No-Life King was an extremely difficult subject to comprehend and even predict. No doubt, the vampire believed the same to be with his Master, Integra Hellsing. Despite their oblivious difference the two individuals were very much the same—proud, loyal and excessively stubborn.
After a moment she leered distastefully, "I imagine that it would make your blood boil, Alucard."
The vampire paused, and then huffed a dry mechanical laugh. "Truthfully Integra, it prompts a stirring in my loins."
He passed her a wet lusty look. Alucard always made her feel expose and vulnerable, especially now since she was wearing so little. Surely, he relished it. His greedy expression reminded her of a thirsty chicken pecking tears off her face. Without hesitation she said deathly cold, "Removed of knightly duty or not, you will not direct me in such a lascivious manner. I am still your Master."
"Yes of course. Anything less would greatly displease me."
The vampire sat down a plate and cup on her lap, nudging her accept them and enjoy his modest consideration. The movement reminded Integra of a desperate dog, trying to please his owner and gain some ounce of loving affection. It certainly wasn't far from the truth. Integra stared at the plate with a suspicious brow. Turning to Alucard she quirked, "A peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk?"
Alucard nodded. "Oh indeed."
A rare-seen smile crossed her lips. "Pray tell me No-Life King, are you tempting to soothe me with a childhood snack?"
Thinking, the vampire closed his eyes and then replied, "I think so."
"Whatever for?" she asked sharply. Integra learned to be weary of his gifts.
"You are particularly violent when stressed and I am the target of your rage." A rare-seen smile crossed her fine lips. Integra turned towards the modest donation; but naturally Integra suspected against anything he offered towards her—advice and blood offering. "You don't like the crust, am I right?"
"Yes…"
Alucard prompted, "But…" There was more.
Integra fingered the sandwich. Her shoulders sagged; pushing the plate aside she replied sadly, "You forget, Alucard. I am no longer a child."
Smirking doubtfully, Alucard pushed the plate back towards her and argued, "On the contrary, I challenged that notion."
"Only you would."
Alucard mused, "What else troubled you so, my sweet Integra?"
"The questions remains…" Integra paused before added, "Who do I trust more—The Covenant or Iscariot?"
Alucard winced and replied bitterly, "A close second place indeed."
She mused indifferently, "I chose between the lesser of two evils." Integra blinked away her thoughts and added harsher, "Nevertheless the circumstances shall be resolved. It is of no consequence. Before it slips my thoughts, I feel incline to inform you that Walter plans on meeting an old acquaintance of yours."
The vampire's face darkened dangerously and with great discontent. He replied harshly, "Remus Grayback…"
"Very good," she said pausing to clap her hands in a mocking applause. Clap…clap…clap. Integra could always count on him to remember old enemies. "Indeed, the very person."
Alucard remarked smoothly, "I would not refer him as a person, much less human."
Integra rolled her eyes. "Fine! As you insist, the very werewolf. There! Does that please you now?" He nodded. "Walter shall met him on Mortensen Corner. Him alone, no one else. Today. Promptly at 2 o'clock."
"Is that wise, Master? That is not a nice place."
She answered dryly, "Walter can handle himself."
"Today, you say?"
"Yes. I need you to keep Iscariot busy, especially the Paladin and Maxwell." Reading his mind Integra added, "No battles and no death threats. Just stall them." There was almost a desperate tone in her voice.
Alucard took a measured moment to observe her, and then inched closer. "My poor Integra…You are much too tense." Alucard placed his gloved-hands on her shoulders, gently massaging them with his thumbs and fingertips. At first, Integra revolted, recoiling and stiffening against him. The vampire consulted her, whispering seductively against her earlobe. "Must everything I do be revolting? So disgusting, even ghastly? I can be kind, you know. " Finding little reason to object him, Integra eased and leaned against the massage. He coaxed the knots from her back. It was wonderful and so relaxing. Integra decided that she should order him to do this more often; after all, Alucard was her slave. Integra's Bitch, as the Frenchman liked to say.
Beats of silenced followed.
"Miss Hellsing," came a voice. Both Sir Integra and Alucard lifted her eyes and stared at the approaching figure. It was Director Enrico Maxwell of Iscariot, dressed in his usual priestly garbs and hair sleeked back into a tight ponytail. He wagged a naughty finger at her and protested, "Very bad. You must be hard of hearing. Remember 'no interactions with the Nosferatu Alucard, not without Iscariot's presence.' I hope you have not forgotten."
"You are present now," noted Integra.
Maxwell breathed in the sweet warm air and noted sweetly, "It is a good day."
Closing her eyes Integra noted, "Stay a hour and the weather will change. O Alucard, you are excused. Go find that French Captain. Beat him senseless if he is sabotaging the pumping to Seras Victoria's shower."
The vampire gave a modest inclination of the head and left; however he glanced over his shoulder once when Maxwell asked, "I cannot seem to remember, was it a full moon last night?"
The No-Life King replied, "It was lovely."
Once the vampire disappeared Maxwell turned his undivided attention on the Mistress and Master of the Hellsing Manor. "I understand that you canceled your appointment with the Duchess," he said with a measured degree of disapproval.
Like with Alucard, Integra opened one eye and peered at him. There was a stoic expression on his leechy face. She adjusted on the bench, resting and propping herself on her elbow; next, she whipped off her sunglasses and replied evenly, "Is that disappointment that I detect in your tone, Maxwell?"
"Disappointment, discontent, displeasure…Yes! It is." Beaming Maxwell took the other unoccupied end of her bench. His emerald eyes glazed over her lovely and long legs. The Protestant-whore was all legs. He noted that her toenails were painted dark burgundy-red and no doubt, her other vampire pet saw to that. "I am well acquainted with the Duchess and I find her the most charming, most modest and most well mannered of women. She is a royal gem. A most exquisite creature. I am curious; as to why did you cancel your arrangement? Are you truly that busy, Miss Hellsing?"
"I have my reasons Judas-Director and there are of no concern to you."
Maxwell took a sip of his Russian tea, staring at her over the rim of the cup and rolls of steam. "Quite the contrary, I am afraid."
"Inform me, is every aspect of my life in the open? I am harassed by the tabloids enough, including the Royal Order. And now, you," she pointed an accusing finger at him and continued, "Iscariot Section XIII, have the audacity to invade my home and my privacy. Forgive the pun, but you cannot squeeze blood from stone. I have nothing to offer you."
"Nothing but the truth."
"Alas if justice was truly blind," Integra replied sternly.
"If your relationship with the Duchess is uneven, than allow me to bridge the gap."
Integra quirked, "I shall keep that in mind."
Suddenly their bitter argument was interrupted.
"Ta da!!!" The young fledging appeared dressed in a hot-pink swimsuit that barely covered her boobs and bottom. All eyes turned. Coming out of the house Pip nearly swallowed his cigarette, Walter completely forgotten the function of blinking and for a moment the Paladin forgot about his chastity oath. Maxwell noticed Seras but the object of his fascination was sitting across from him, Integra. True, she was cute but Integra was something different.
"There! I hope that works," beamed Seras Victoria, who was applying the last ounce of sun-lotion on her flesh. It was extra protection and water-resistant. She leaped out into the sun with her hands on her hips, large chest budged outwards and eyes flashing brightly. The action reminded Integra of Peter-Pan. The young vampire was covered head-to-toe in white lotion. There was not a section of her body exposed—even between her toes and behind her ears. Gleeful like a drunken idiot she started to dance in place, swinging her hips, shaking her wide rear and expanding her arms. There was graceful and half-decent rhythm to her modern movements. "Let's get this party started in here!"
Anderson mumbled, "Lord forgive me."
Seras approached him and asked, "So do you like, Father?"
Pip exclaimed, "I fucking love it!!"
"Pip Bernadette…you sure can run like a gazelle," noted the Vampire-King. Alucard had discovered Pip in the subbasement doing exactly what Integra predicted, that and more. He was whipping the Seras' thons like slingshots and stealing her CDs. Once caught the Frenchman ran like hell. Alucard melted out of the wall and purred, "Interesting Police-Girl." He stopped and took a measured moment studying his quirky fledging. She was amusing as annoying. "Suntan-lotion," remarked the vampire as he peered at the bottle.
"It was Walter's idea." Seras Victoria turned around and blew him a kiss, which he playfully pretended to catch and put in his pocket. She simply beamed. "Brilliant! Thank you."
Integra saw the look between them and her inside froze. "Oh god…no."
"Walter, you say?" Alucard lifted his eyes and purred wickedly, "Well…how kind of him."
"Besides, Walter said you tried it once, Master," she asked curiously.
Pip smiled, suddenly remembering about Alucard's sex change.
Finally the cobwebs brushed aside and the No-Life King remembered. "Ah yes…however, as I recall it was a dare, Walter."
"Really, I don't remember that," he joked. "Excuse me, Sir Integra. I must depart for a few minutes. I have some business to attend to," and with that he disappeared from view.
Anderson demanded harsher than intended, "And where are ye going?"
Walter answered as-matter-as-fact, "First to the lavatory, Paladin and then I have some grocery-shopping to do. I believe Heinkel and Yumiko asked me about possibly having spaghetti tonight…so I must get the supplies…" the Butler paused and asked, "Useless you wish to join me."
"Nay, I shall pass." Men and shopping was never a good mix.
Seras squirmed around the pool, pausing to observe the water and the beaming sun. She paced along the side until Alucard asked, "What are you fidgeting about?"
"I know about the whole myth with vampires and water. I don't want to get burnt. Or worse—die."
Smiling Integra corrected her, "Seras…that rule only includes moving water. Like rivers and oceans, not pools."
Pip said, "So…in other words—get that fine ass in the water."
Seras hesitated. "I don't know. I really don't."
Turning away Alucard violently rolled his eyes and pinched his sinuses, keeping the anger-demon at bay. Gathering himself, the No-Life King turned to his childe and gave her a reassuring smile, patting her on the shoulder. Suddenly his gentle touched turned into a rough shove and the vampire pushed Police-Girl into the pool. The poor thing gave out a squeal of terror and sunk into the watery depths. Pip laughed uncontrollable, slapping a knee and holding his gut.
"Ha!" The Frenchman replied to Alucard in a soft tone, "Hundred pounds! Do her DD boobs make her float or sink straight to the bottom?"
Alucard grinned like a demon. "I say sink."
"Float, " argued Pip.
Hidden Things in View--London
--Mortensen Corner
Mortensen Corner was an unspoken place. It was only one square mile. Some people referred it as 'down-there' or 'that part of town.' It was an unfriendly place and terribly mysterious. People, like hotheaded punks high on peer pressure and egos often disappeared in the shadows of the street and never seen again. Lost and wonderous tourists were also common victims. Scotland Yard avoided it like the Black Plague. There were well over a thousand missing-persons cases involving the infamous and notorious Mortensen Corner, the Devil's Spot.
London used one perfect word to describe it—evil. All things considering, it was a fair description.
One year, the Daily Cornier or London's favorite and most scandalous tabloid investigated Mortensen's Corner. Five anxious reporters went in and only one came out. The unlucky survivor was administrated in the local loony-house, only to commit suicide by stabbing and hanging. The cornered labeled cause-of-death as 'overkilled suicide.' As for the footage on his camera, the content was so disturbing and twisted that Daily Cornier refused to broadcast it; besides, the Hellsing Organization confiscated the tape. Perhaps that was why the Daily Cornier had been so fervently curious and demanding about Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing and her recent fallen was grace.
A lone figure dressed in a bowler cap ambled the street. His pale blue almost gray eyes casually observed Mortensen Corner. Truth be known, Mortensen Corner did not belong to humans. It was a haven for the creatures that resided in myths and nightmares—to them it was named Aeternus solis occasus, or Eternal Sunset. The sun never did touch that place.
A low voice growled in the shadows, "You are late, Angel of Death."
In a flash Walter spun on his heel, drawling his razor wires tight and peering into the darkness. The figure stood, leaning against the brick wall swathed in wisps of thick cigar smoke. Within the comforts of the darkness two amber almost golden orbs quirked at him and a row of short sharp teeth smiled at him.
Recognizing him Walter relaxed and said meekly, "I do apologize…Remus Grayback. Mortensen Corner always makes me jumpy. Your forgiveness I do implore."
"Well…knowing the history of this unholy place, I cannot say that I do not blame you." The werewolf smirked doubtfully and remarked, "How coy, dear old friend. As I recall in your younger days that you were never apologetic."
"I have aged."
Remus added, "And matured. You look well." His expression darkened. "I hope you are alone, Walter. I will be most displeased if Alucard is present."
"No. He is not here. Sir Hellsing saw to that personally." Walter smiled but he did not have the time for pleasantries. This was business. "I understand that you have information. I must be quick. My time is limited here and it won't be long before my essence is suspected."
Grayback took one last drag and stomped his cigar into the charcoal ground. The street was covered in a thin ash. Ever since the raging hellfires down below ash fell down from the sky like rain. The werewolf stepped into the faint light. He had shoulder length blond hair and it reminded Walter of a lion's mane, amber eyes, long broken nose and two parallel scars running down and across his eyes. All things considering he looked ruff, since it was a full moon last night. "Believe me I know. Iscariot is meddlesome. I am surprised that Sir Hellsing has not killed them yet."
"The consequence would be more grim." Walter waved his hand and demanded, "The information? This sudden urge to become friendly with the Hellsing Organization is suspicious at best. Surely you can see our reluctance to mix with you. And what of your loyalty to The Covenant?"
The werewolf huffed a choking laugh and exclaimed, "And pray tell, who do you think offered the suggestion to expose Marius Von Montague…as well as Millennium?" Beats of silence followed. "Like me, the Covenant is not fond of Marius. He may be older than most, however he behaves like a fledging. And his betrayal will not be tolerated."
Walter adjusted his bifocal and asked, "What betrayal?"
"The same as the Bloody Baroness' concubine. Change in alliance to Millennium. Marius works for them…gives them raw materials for their vampire-freaks, knowledge and test-subjects—humans, and vampires and werewolves alike. He is the reason that the ghouls now outlive their host. Kill the bastard. The sucker would sell anything and everything for pleasure and sweet blood."
"The Covenant is desperate," the Angel of Death noted smoothly.
Grayback smirked. "So is your Hellsing Mistress. Listen. We have never liked each other, but this is not the time to bicker and battle. The solution is clear—we will unite or we shall fall." He whispered harshly, "The Blood-Bar is located at the corner of Mulberry Avenue and Bloomingrove Square. At that distance, the No-Life King will have little difficulty sensing it. Security should not be difficult. Wear the proper attire. But! Be quick with your plans, Walter. Its location there will not last long."
That was Remus Grayback, always straight as an arrow. Walter gave a modest bow and shook his head. "I thank you, my friend."
The werewolf smiled and remarked, "Of course. Happy to oblige. Give my regards to Sir Integra Fairbook Wingates Hellsing."
Walter started to pull away but Grayback refused to release him. Glancing down the ally he heaved the Angel of Death closer and whispered harshly against his earlobe. His sharp teeth were dangerously close. "Mortensen Corner has eager ears. I feel incline to warn you. Keep your nose close to the ground…the Captain stirs with Millennium." Walter may have straightened an inch at the mention of the Captain, but other than that he remained still and stoic. "Besides you have caught the eye of the Mad-Major. That and your Hellsing Mistress…"
TBCImmortalis
I gotta get writing. See you.
O "Stay an hour and the weather will change"—If you live in Ohio, you know this to be painfully true. Yes, as you have guessed I live in Ohio. Lucky me.