Hellsing Witch: Hunter 1616
Sapphirewyren
Ch: 21 The Problem with Great Expectations
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The problem with great expectations is that you expect them to be great and when they aren't; you are left with a feeling of disappointment, betrayal even. Integra had been trained and taught since the time she could walk, all things about the King's Hunters, witch hunting and the such, as a result, she had always thought that she and her father would hunt witches together. It would have been even better with the other two Hunter families and heirs. They would be an unstoppable force with witches and demons everywhere trembling, knowing that their days were numbered.
In the Manor's library there were several copies of past Hunters' journals of their experiences, stories of the witches they killed and even entries about one another. Integra had read these journals so many times that she could recite them verbatim. What Integra was experiencing now was NOTHING like the journal entries of past Hunters.
When she reached the airfield and laid eyes on Sam and Seras for the first time, it was like expecting something amazing for Christmas and getting socks instead. The two women looked nothing like Hunters, even though Integra wondered what a Hunter should look like. She certainly knew how a Hunter should behave and these two were definitely not behaving like Hunters. Later she would learn that these two fools had been waving their swords around like two overgrown children and frightening the other passenger in the airport with their antics. Sometimes life could be so damn unfair. But it only got worse with all the bickering and fighting. Integra thought the other two to be lazy and undisciplined and they thought that she was too uptight. Well someone had to be serious about being a King's Hunter because she noticed that Seras and Sam were reluctant to be Hunters. Seras believed in the law and justice, like her father and would have rather been a police officer. The rules were cut and dry; black and white whereas dealing with witches was not nearly as much. With witches they were automatically found guilty and burned. Sam, it was obvious to Integra, did not like to fight fair. She was trained to be a master assassin and would have liked to have pursued that path. Byakko, known to be the wisest of the abysmal demons would have certainly not have chosen Sam to be her master, but thanks to George Whitehall there was not much to choose from. Integra wouldn't choose Sam to clean her toilets. The huntress sighed as she tossed the journal aside tonight she hadn't been actually reading the journal, just flipping through the pages. Integra looked around the large library, she felt as if she was the only person who came in here, to research about the various kinds of monsters that lurked in the dark and ways to destroy them. Past hunters would gather together and strategize how to battle witches, not now though; all the heavy thinking was left to Integra. God forbid those two even helped and recently Sam had been bitching about why they only use her plans. Integra had enough restraint not to slap the assassin, but reminded her harshly that neither she nor Seras were equipped to plot a suitable course of action against the magical plague. Wisely Sam said nothing. Integra gave her credit for learning; however Sam did not like being called simple, even though Integra just thought that she did not like being reminded of her stupidity.
As Integra gazed into the fireplace, she reflected on the past year and her time as a Hunter, her conclusion was that it had been completely laughable. Maybe George Whitehall had been right and she was too proud to see that. Integra glanced at the large portrait of her father that hung over the fireplace; "What the hell am I doing?"
"At the moment, talking to yourself" answered Sam. Typical assassin, sneaking up on people. Integra stood up and was about to say something snarky, but stopped herself. For several moments all the heiress did was stare at Sam to the point where Sam started to look uncomfortable. Then suddenly Integra burst out laughing, which only got her a look that was a mix between confusion and anger from Sam. Nevertheless Integra did not care; she finally saw it, what Walter, the King and heck even her fellow Hunters have been trying to tell her for nearly two years. Integra picked up the Hunters journal that she was reading and tossed it into the fireplace.
"Isn't that a one-of-a-kind history book or something?" asked Sam. Integra smirked at Sam and said; "I'm rewriting history." It was no use expecting people to be exactly the way you wanted them to be. The journals only told of several people and when Integra thought about it, if the Hunters had been all the same, the journals would have been dull and boring; they shouldn't be a template of what a Hunter should be. While discipline and decorum were necessary, originality was also important and in this case, that could help this generation of Hunters. Integra left the library, she had to tell Walter to burn the rest of the Hunters journals in the library and she was going to need a LOT of ink. Sam meanwhile was still confused about what happened. "That woman is really weird, maybe she needs therapist".
Chapter End
Author's Notes: I promise that there will be more action in the next chapter. Promise! Since Christmas is coming up, I have the best gift for all my readers and followers; it's a new Hellsing story! Yay! So look out for it around Christmas.