Hellsing—Bloodlust
Disclaimer—I do not own Hellsing. None of it.
Chapter Title—Close to Innocence
Author—Me, of course. Immortalis…
Synopsis—The darkness begins to unravel in Walter's interrogation.
Author's Notes—This was going to be a one shot and I was going to call it Dominance and Submission—well…. it is the name of the chapter. So, I guess that all is well.
AN2—Sorry that it took so long. I was reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and I wanted to relish every word. Fricking loved it. Just perfection, really. Done in about 9 hours. Now…I am starting from the very beginning.
AN3—Next is Dominance and Submission, Alucard makes things increasingly difficult. Next chapter might make some time. I shall be going up north to work for my brother-in-law and they don't have the Internet or a computer. Damn!
AN4—Again this—O—means that there is a footnote. Have fun.
Farewell,
Immortalis
Close to Innocence--Hellsing Manor
--Former Royal Order conference room
--4:15pm
The infamous Angel of Death had been patiently sitting in the 'ass-raping' chair with little to none indication that it was uncomfortable or painful. He sat uncommonly straight, feet flat on the floor and his hands folded in his lap. Walter answered the inquisitive and even tedious questions with the slightest ease, using one sentence responds or an inclination of his head. Iscariot had their verdict so bargaining and the truth meant nothing. The situation disturbed and infuriated the Butler, but his rigid training as a retainer and manservant kept him firmly in tow—otherwise, events would be played differently.
Maxwell sat across from him with his greedy eyes and leech-like smile. The man was foul and atrocious; however he was under Royal degree and a guest in the Hellsing Manor. A real pity.
Whatever had happened at the Curran polo-games and the Wallingford estate had been awfully grim, causing Sir Integra to storm in and the expression on her face was terrible to witness, and wordlessly she barricaded herself in the seclude comforts of the Hellsing library. Not even the Iscariot guard, Heinkel Wolfe was allowed within ten feet of her. Strangely, the other Iscariot-nun, Yumiko was keen on following Seras Victoria and watching her with one finger on her samurai sword. No doubt, Iscariot was watching Alucard's fledging with great care and interest. Alucard, being the quick and loose tongue individual he is, was quickly riddled with bullets and curses. He laughed, of course. Seras and Pip were elsewhere, and most likely playing poker with the Wild Geese or telling inappropriate jokes and stories.
Last time Walter checked, Alucard was lying down outside the closed door with his fedora over his eyes and hands resting on his chest. He looked as if he adapted the floor as his beloved coffin and waited for his Master. And perhaps for his orders…
Apparently he had received them. The No-Life King whispered against Walter ear, "Tonight. It is tonight, Angel of Death."
Walter had nodded. Tonight, they would taste the fruits of their labor—the Blood-Bar, Marius Von Montague and in turn, Millennium.
Lost in thoughts the Butler hardly heard Maxwell asked, "Walter Dornez…would you say that you are well aquatinted with the Hellsing family, and in term Miss Integra Wingates Hellsing?"
Suddenly, the old Butler huffed a short and bitter laugh then cleared his throat and exclaimed evenly, "As amusing as this inquisition may be—let us stop this useless charade. No more games, Director Maxwell. Ask your questions."
Maxwell looked slightly defeated and grim like a child who had been caught stealing a cookie or a student cheating on an exam. He opened his mouth, however Walter warned, "Remember…lying is a sin, even for a Judas-Priest.
The Judas-Director smirked. He cast aside the 'top-secret' Iscariot reports and brushed the underneath of his jaw, as if he was seriously lost in thought. "Very well…I imagine that the Protestant Maiden has spoken to you." A pause. "Their relationship…and the Hellsing Seal are the subjects of interrogation—both for the Royal Order and Iscariot."
He raised his thinning eyebrows and asked innocently, "And whose relationship would that be?"
"Master and Monster." Maxwell scoffed at him as if the answer was obvious and painfully clear.
The Butler smirked doubtfully. "That is complicated, Father Maxwell. Not even I dare to define and explain it."
"But…you have known them for the longest," he argued. "Been a retainer for the Hellsing family for fifty-six years."
Had it really been that long? Walter was not faltered. "As true as that may be, that does not mean that I know everything element of their lives. Even during fifty years and knowing Lord Alucard, I have barely begun to tap the top of the iceberg."
"Than…in your personal opinion—how would you define them?" His pen was pose and ready.
"Quite simply as bittersweet acquaintances, Master and Monster."
Iscariot seemed disappointed.
"Mr. Dornez," begun Maxwell, who removed his reading glasses and pinched his sinuses, "I must ask about something. It has plagued me to no end. Remember when Paladin Anderson and Nosferatu had…well, a bit of a battle…" Walter nodded, since how could be possibly forget? "Miss Integra was displeased." Oh indeed. "Alucard made a vague reference about an incident between them. Something about having 'Round-two?' I was hoping you would kindly explain…"
The Butler heaved a tiring sigh and murmured under his breath, "Ah yes…that incident." Lifting his eyes he reached into his pocket, drew out a silk handkerchief and polished his bifocal. Doing so, he continued, "That was years ago. About nine years now." Walter adjusted the bifocal and finished, "That particular tale should be told by the players, either Sir Integra or Alucard. I was only a witness."
Maxwell bit his lip. "I am afraid either way I will get the story."
"Is it truly necessary for your investigation?"
A paused and then he replied, "Yes."
"The incident can be simply explained as this—," Walter gave a paused, allowing the tension to intensify and Iscariot to become inpatient. "—Alucard attacked young Sir Integra."
Behind him Father Renaldo cried out, "Merciful mother of god!"
The Butler remained unmoved and said, "I only know vague details, gentlemen."
Anderson asked nervously, "Did he abuse her?"
"Broke a rib and arm. Split lip."
"No. I mean, did he violate her?" He licked his dry lips. "Take advantage."
He shook his head. "No. Sir Integra remains unscathed, untouched and unravished. A Virgin—but I refuse to consider the possibilities if I had not intervene."
Maxwell demanded, "What about the Hellsing-Seal?"
"Had not been properly renewed in over twenty years…and," the Butler adjusted his bifocal and continued in a softer tone, "young Sir Integra's physical being had matured into womanhood. That only complicated the circumstance."
"Physically matured," choked Maxwell.
"Moon-blood," he explained. "As the dark Covenant would say…"
"Menstrual…" choked Father Renaldo.
The Butler nodded.
Ah! Maxwell eyes brightened. Cooing like a spoiled schoolboy he noted, "So the girl had turned into a young woman."
"By vampyre terminology, yes! Hellsing blood in the air made Alucard resistant and blood thirsty. I believe, the Hellsing Seal was slowly falling and he seized the moment. It would not be the first time." Walter explained, "More than fifty years ago Alucard attempted to use Dark Wicca and his power to break the bond; however, he nearly killed himself. Besides that, the aftereffects were embarrassing."
Anderson wrinkled his brow and asked, "Meaning?"
"Alucard changed sex."
"He became a girl?!"
"More like a young woman. Of course, not anymore but Alucard can choose which form to transpire. I think he enjoyed it far too much."
"So he attacked her," said the Judas-Director.
"He was thirsty," said Walter.
Maxwell refused to picture it. He held up a hand and replied evenly, "I must ask. Is there any need or concern about the possible exchange of fluids between the Knight and Nosferatu? Blood-offerings?"
Walter smirked and answered, "Alucard offered Miss Victoria…and myself, long ago."
"But of what Miss Integra," demanded Anderson.
His answer was plain and simple, "Not to my guilty knowledge."
The agents of Iscariot exchanged puzzling looks.
"And the Hellsing Seal?" he demanded faster now. "Well over a century ago, Abraham Van Hellsing enslaved an Immortal? Gave him maddening abilities. True, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'—but make no mistake, he-is-still-our-enemy. No matter if humans befriend him. Or how many pretty, orphaned-whores are admitted into his harem. Fruitless errands." Maxwell stood up and paced the length of the room. His face thirsted after information and answers. Days in the investigation and four interrogations left him starving. "But who is Alucard? This nameless No-Life King. Theories are merely speculation at best."
The Angel of Death replied plainly, "Why should I know, Director Maxwell? I am just a modest and humble Butler."
"This is not a laughing matter, Mr. Dornez," he snapped. "Ignorance has blinded the Hellsing Organization. Using evil against evil is a double-edge sword. You must imagine our fear if the Hellsing Seal ever fails or falls. Man's fear." Maxwell paused and took a long calculated breath. His voice was shaking with rage and desperation and when he spoke again, it was mystic and ominous, "'The Darkness shall rise/ And chaos shall reign/ And hellfire shall engulf air, sea and land/ And the soul shall bleed...'" O
A crack of lightning followed and it started to rain outside.
Walter noted distastefully, "A line from the Black Veil. O I believed that would be beneath Iscariot and the Vatican." Maxwell blushed and the Butler warned coolly, "I advise you not to twist the scriptures from the Black Veil. That is a double-edge sword. They are not meant for the human mind or the human tongue. It remains for the Otherworld. Even the Dreamworld, Enrico Maxwell."
Father Renaldo pointed an accusing finger at him and said, "You have read from them."
"Once and never again…" Defeat and regret crossed his face. "Much to my guilty knowledge."
Maxwell scorned, "From the Nosferatu no doubt."
"Don't act surprise, Judas-Director. A Black Veil book is as common on a vampire as its fangs."
"Enough of this prattle—the Hellsing Seal! Everything. There is something about this Blood-Bondage. You shall tell me," commanded Maxwell.
Walter impassively shrugged his shoulders. "Not even I am permitted to know the secrets behind Alucard's enslavement and Blood-Bondage O. That remains with the Hellsing-Heir. And no threat, no Royal degree and no favor can sway Sir Integra Hellsing to tell you. She cannot and will not. If you seek to test my loyalty…you shall only succeed in testing my patience."A short pause followed. Perhaps, the old Angel of Death knew nothing.
"The basics are clear… Vampyre society focuses on the concept that 'blood is the life,' and the currency of the soul, Maxwell. It shall pain you to know that life begins not at the union of sperm and egg—but with the infusion of blood." Iscariot fumed with hatred and rage. In the ill light they looked possessed, with their glittering eyes and bared teeth. Walter remained unmoved by this and continued softer, "I only ever saw one sentence in the great old journals, but that was more than fifty years ago and my memory is rather dull…"
"Yes," Maxwell said in a thick wet tone.
"The one thing. The one enemy against the Hellsing Seal."
There was a short silence.
"Only broken by the one form that claims all."
"Which is?" urged Iscariot.
Now Walter smiled and it was an unpleasant sight, almost menacing. "Death, of course."
TBC
Immortalis.
I think this is my shortest one. I wanted to get posted before I left for the week. Don't worry. I shall be brainstorming and be ready by the time I get back. Close to Innocence was a funny chapter to write; then again Walter Dornez is such a fun guy. Like any fan, I want his wires.
Here are the footnotes. You don't have to read them, but they might help.
O Blood-Bondage—similar to a Blood-Debt. An exchange of blood under an unbreakable oath and vow.
O The Darkness shall rise/ And chaos shall reign/ And hellfire shall engulf air, sea and land/ And the soul shall bleed...—this is so mine. MINE! Take it, and I promise that I shall find you. To Bloodlust, it is a line from the Black Veil. The end of the world.
O The Black Veil—Book for vampires. Something like the Holy Bible to Christians.
Yes. I make it out that Iscariot does not know the true identity of Alucard—or should I say Count Vladimir (Dracula) Tepes. O-No. Did I just say that? The whole ordeal about Alucard attacking young Integra is my idea. Not in the amine or manga. Just an incident in their tense and complicated relationship.
Be back soon.
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