The Horror at Dennis Manor

Warning! If you get sick easily then do not read this chapter. I am serious about this (although I assume you've watched Hellsing, so that means you have some resistance to blood and violence) that is all. IF you read this, you'll see what I'm talking about.


Sunday morning 10:12 A.M. Hellsing Manor U.K.

Integra reached for another bottle of Advil pills. "Tell me again what you saw" she said to Alucard. "This time in words."

Alucard explained again what he had seen at Jayden's house, what she had almost become. Integra sighed and breathed out a cloud of cigar smoke. She then ran a hand through her hair. "Alucard" she said, her blue eyes leveled on his red ones. "If this proves to be true, you do know what you must do, don't you?"

"Of course. It's only natural."

Integra's eyes narrowed. "However, if we do carry out our operation, and this proves to be false, then I will revert you back to your corpse state, and have you sealed in a steel bunker at the bottom of the English Channel---after filling your head with silver blessed rounds!"

"Such venom, Master" said Alucard with a Cheshire Cat grin. "I am only the humble servant bringing the message to you. There's no need to get too angry. After all, it's only another monster."

"This is not another monster, and you know it Alucard. You said so yourself that you felt power in this one. And that tattoo…this all gives me a bad feeling." She stood up. "That is it. I'm going to pay a little visit to the Dennis manor myself and find out what on God's green Earth is going on here. This isn't like anything we've ever encountered before. It isn't a vampire, werewolf or anything you could put into words…"

"But Master" Alucard said, and Integra could tell he was a little worried. "That is a monster's den. It would be better to have a backup waiting for you, wouldn't it?"

"Seras!" Integra called on the intercom that led from her office. "I want you to report to the office as soon as possible!"

A few minutes later, Seras had been briefed on what was to happen. Integra would go pay a visit, pretending to want to discuss some obscure fact of vampire hunting. Seras meanwhile would sneak around the house. She was to use non lethal force to quietly and quickly subdue anyone who got in the way. She was NOT to confront Jayden. She was to spy, to report what was happening in the house. Integra would then approach the subject and find out what their daughter was…and more importantly, did they know about it. Integra suspected that they were unaware of what their daughter was doing to children in London…but on the off chance that they were aware, she had packed her sword and two nine millimeter guns in twin shoulder holsters.

"Should I take the Harkonen cannon?" Seras asked. "It might look kind of…well, big."

Integra nodded. "Of course. I want you to take a can of mace spray. I will have the guns. And I will be doing the killing if there is a confrontation with either Jayden's parents, or Jayden herself." And let us hope that neither one happens Integra thought, thinking about the thing in the drain at the Blake house. She brushed that thought aside and walked past Alucard.

"Don't worry, Master" said Seras. "Sir Integra is in good hands. I won't let anything happen to her."

"I hope not" Alucard said after they had both left.


Integra and Seras both looked at the Dennis mansion as Walter pulled the car up to Wembly. "Should I stay parked here, my lady?" Walter asked. "This seems to be a dangerous undertaking."

"No" said Integra. "Whatever this thing is, it seems to only attack at night. It came in the daytime that once with the Blake boy…but that was all. Plus, if Jayden is the monster, I don't think she'll reveal her true form in her own house among her parents."

"I've got the spray, Sir Integra" said Seras. She was dressed in a long hooded sweatshirt and big flannel pants with high boots. She looked extremely strange, but Seras was sensitive to sunlight, and while she wouldn't burn (none of Alucard's fledglings would) she would still have a nasty sunburn if she wasn't careful. The girl reeked of the sun block she had smeared on her exposed face and hands. It stank up the car.

Integra walked up to the mansion gates. They were unlocked and seemed to be open. She pushed them open with her hands. "What is it, Sir?" asked Seras nervously. Her vampire senses weren't nearly as sharp as Alucard's and she was afraid that she had missed something. She looked around. The mansion grounds were kept marvelously clean by an army of gardeners. The stone path which they were walking up to the main house was well cared for and polished. Their shoes clacked on it. The trees were silent. The entire mansion and its grounds were silent. Not a person could be seen. The air was heavy and still.

"Be careful, Seras" Integra said, drawing her rapier. It was a silver blade that had been blessed in holy water at a Lancaster cathedral. It was the one weapon Integra could not conceal however, so she used it very sparingly. However, that did not mean she did not practice for several hours daily. "Something isn't right here. I can feel it."

"Where's the limo?" Seras asked, holding the can in front of her like a gun. "Shouldn't it be parked here?"

"It's obviously in the garage" Integra snapped. "That's not what I mean. What I mean is that it's too quiet. We should hear people; see people doing their daily tasks. I know this is Sunday, but still…"

"Maybe we should have a change of plan" said Seras. "They're obviously in church."

Integra slapped her head. Of course they were in church. She herself would be in church if they did not have a case to be working on right now. "We should leave" Integra said. But her feet didn't seem to be listening to her brain right now, and seemed to be putting up a revolution. "Seras" Integra said, as the revolution spread to her mouth. "Go around to the front of the house…I'm going to try and see if we can break into the basement. I'll pick the lock on one of the windows down there…you get the front door. With your strength….it should be no difficulty." Integra didn't know why she was saying these things…it was as if some other force had taken control of her mouth and was telling her to say these things. The weird part was that she agreed with these ideas. They made perfect sense and they were things she would do in any other circumstance than this. If this was a house where a suspected FREAK lived, then she'd be the first to break down the door, but this wasn't a vampire…Too late. Her feet were already taking her to the basement area of the mansion. The mansion had a high overhang to shield the basement level windows from the glaring sun. This area had become overgrown with vines and Integra had to duck and crawl through the leafy corridor. She finally was forced to leave her sword behind. The leaves and plant vines under here were wet with dew that had not evaporated in the shade and she was soon soaked. Integra made her way forward, regardless. Soon she began to encounter things that let her know she was close to the window. And old sneaker, a few beer cans, chip bags…it looked like Jayden had invited more than one friend over and they had been drinking without her parents permission. Probably more punks like her Integra thought. Old newspaper rustled against her suit legs as she made her way in even deeper. This was getting weird, she thought incoherently. Yes, weird is right. There is no way that it should take this long to get to a few basement windows. Seras is probably already inside the house. Besides… She began to notice other things to---like the noise. Before, when she had first started going in, she had heard the traffic outside on the road…now there was utter silence. Not the silence of a small crawl space under a house…it was a leafy, forest like silence. Perhaps I should have brought Alucard after all she thought with a bit of fear. It was also getting darker inside, the light from outside seeming to get further and further away. Inside this blackish green darkness, Integra could see nothing except the walls of vines which held her caged in. She wanted to turn back, to tell Seras that this was a stupid idea in the first place, to run back to the car, back to Hellsing Manor. But she couldn't. She felt pushed. Someone…or something wanted her to go forward. Finally, she saw the windows to the basement. They were lined up against the foundation of the house. A dirty statue of the cupid stared at her, buried in the dirt. Integra blinked as she saw the cupid's smiling face become a dirt caked snarl of rage. When she blinked it was back to the way it was. Oh, but no, I saw that, I did see it change. The suspicions she had about Jayden Dennis being innocent were all gone by now. Integra chose the window in the middle. The lock on that window had corroded here in the dark and damp and it was easy to pry. She grabbed the twist of metal that was left and began to pry it up with a grunt. The spotted, dirty glass began to slide up with her efforts.

When the face appeared, Integra was horrified, but not surprised. Hadn't she known, in some deep, instinctive way, known that something like this would happen?

The face appeared in the window that she had opened in the basement. When it appeared, Integra's blue eyes bulged behind her glasses. Her breath left her body in a soundless scream and she felt sweat break out all over her body. Her Uncle Richard's face had appeared in the window. But this did not resemble the Richard that she had known and loathed. There were changes. Terrible changes. The left side of the top of Richard's head was gone, where she had blown it off from behind Alucard's arm. A mass of spongy brownish black tissue had replaced it. The eyes were a bright blue, the same color as hers. His left cheek sagged in a maggoty ruin. He had no right cheek; she could see his yellow, exposed teeth and moldy tongue. His upper body followed quickly as he poked his horrible head out of the opening. His long hands and fingers were covered with running sores. Beetles crawled all over his body and a fly buzzed lazily about his head. Richard was wearing the ragged, vermin infested remains of his suit and trench coat that he had been wearing when he chased her down into the basement. "I should have been the family head" he said to Integra. "But that's alright Integra, I forgive you" he croaked, and Integra saw with a kind of dreamy horror that he was indeed crawling out of the window. She could hear his dead flesh making wet gushing sounds as he squeezed in the narrow space. "You'll like it here with me" he said. "Some of those children are here with me." The Richard-thing reached toward her, and in some part of her screaming mind, Integra knew that if its hands touched her, it would paralyze her. She suddenly knew that it meant to take her to the basement depths with it. To eat her there. That was enough to send her crawling backwards on her hands and knees, gulping and gasping in terror. She lunged toward the light at the end of the leafy tunnel. Once again she felt pushed, except this time whatever was using her was trying to get her out of there. She broke through the vines, the thorns causing cuts on her face which she barely felt. She lay there for a minute, gasping. Then, the Hellsing coldness reasserted itself. What was she running away for? She had forgotten the guns she carried with her in her pockets! Integra got up and brushed herself off, frowning at the grass stains on her suit and the leaves in her hair. She stuck a cigar in her mouth, but did not light it. She couldn't make herself go back in there, but if the monster came out…she interrupted her own thoughts with a shriek of fear as the rotting hands of Richard flew out of the bushes, ripping at them, tearing and pulling with mindless rage. The cigar fell from Integra's numb lips. The Richard-thing crawled out of the bushes with more grace than the average ghoul. It staggered to its feet.

"Family head" it said, with an awful decaying smile. It began to stagger toward her. "It doesn't hurt to die, Integra…" it said. "I should know…after all you KILLED me…"

"G-get back, you evil spawn of Satan" Integra said, stepping away. She drew one of the guns and aimed it at him.

"There's no Seras to save you this time" Richard said. He stuck out his tongue at Integra and she screamed. His black and shiny tongue was over four feet long and came to a double point like a snake's. Gray green foam splashed from its ends onto the grass.

Integra gave a wild yell and began to bolt to the gates. Seras stood in front of her.

"Sir Integra, I couldn't---" she broke off in a yell as she saw Integra's gray, sweating face. "What's going---"

Blind raving terror leant Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing super strength that rivaled a vampire's that day. She grabbed the unfortunate Police Girl and hurled her over her shoulder. Integra leaped over a wheelbarrow that a careless gardener had left and kept running. She finally collapsed to the ground spent. She fell facedown on top of Seras and began to weep, any moment expecting the rotting hands of her uncle to turn her over and…and…well, she didn't know, but it would certainly be unspeakable. But when she finally summoned up the courage to look, she saw nothing. Nothing of the thing that had been following them. Except for one thing. Near them, under a tree…was a black and white cap, the words Hot Topic written on it.

"Are you alright, Sir Integra?" asked Seras quietly, knowing she wasn't.

"I think we'd better go home, Seras" Integra said. "I...I will send someone to do this. I don't know what I was...what I was thinking when I decided to go ahead with this." She looked around. "Let's go before someone calls the police from hearing those screams."

"Do you..." Seras hesitated. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, remembering Sir Hellsing's last encounter with the demon.

"Yes, Seras...I think I do. If you'll listen."

The Police Girl nodded. "Sure thing, Sir Integra. I'll listen as long as it takes."


Yes, I know, this isn't very Integra Hellsingish. Buuuuutttttt, she was just scared out of at least forty years of her life by the beast. So give me a break. I also wanted this gruesome chapter to have a sort of cuddly ending.