Once again, the king of vampires growled in frustration.
"WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?!"
The werewolf didn't even flinch. Not that it would be possible to tell, with her trembling. Alucard sighed and sat down, sinking into his throne. He ran his hand over his face. Enola still hadn't moved from the position she had been set in several days ago. What was worse, it was approaching the full moon and she had yet to turn into her wolf form in nearly two weeks, causing tremors to rack over her body. How she could even resist the moon's call was beyond him.
"You're making the Police Girl worry you know," he said, eyes sliding over to the girl huddled against the wall, "I can feel it through our bond."
As usual, Enola did not respond.
"Normally, I'd simply kill a weakling like yourself. A werewolf that can't handle killing a few humans. However," Alucard sighed again, "You're not like the others." He shook his head. "I used to have a whole pack of wolves back in Romania. They were good dogs, they attacked my guests sometimes, but always did what I said. Hell, I should have let them eat Harker, perhaps then, I wouldn't even be in this mess…"
He gave a short, humorless laugh. "I can't say I completely regret it though. I've been a heartless monster for so long, I had nearly forgotten what humans were like." Alucard poured himself a glass of his blood wine and swirled it in his glass.
"They never bothered the Roma though. They always had a thing for the gypsies. I did too. They were always a great help with my more human matters."
Alucard looked over to the werewolf, who continued to stare out blankly. He felt yet another knot twist in his unbeating heart. She was going to kill herself if she continued on like this. Denying her animal half was worse then the Police Girl denying blood. While part of him sneered at the girl's weakness, another, stronger part turned restlessly.
He stood up "You're a wolf. A beautiful child born of the night. Don't let yourself break this easily, do you hear me?" He knelt in front of her, pulling her face to his, forcing her blank eyes to stare at him, "Do NOT let yourself be tamed."
The vampire stood up, glancing down at the werewolf, "I will not let you starve yourself, or worse." He turned and walked from the room, slamming the heavy door behind him.
He did not see a pair of dark, canine eyes follow him.
"What?! W-what happened?" Peter glanced around himself the moment he was dropped on the cold, hard stone floor. It was nearly impossible to see, yet truly impossible to miss the glowing red eyed hovering above him. In an instant candles flickered on at various points in the room, illuminating the area but doing little to heat the freezing air. Their light revealed a dungeon chamber an the vampire who it belonged too. "What do you want?"
He tried to hide his fear of the nosferatu, but, t o his dismay, it filtered through his voice. However, if the creature could hear it, he did not show it. Instead, Alucard pointed to one corner of his room, opposite of his coffin. Peter followed his finger to a figure curled against the wall.
"Enola!" he gasped, and scurried over to her. The vampire followed his movements with his eyes. After several seconds the repairman turned from his inspection of the girl, his face flushed with anger, fear forgotten, "What have you done to her?"
"Nothing," the nosferatu growled, "She has done this to herself."
"You lie!" The human shouted, "Enola isn't like this!"
Before his mind could process it, the vampire was on him, lifting him against the wall by his collar. "How dare you accuse me of deceit! I, he who impaled those who uttered anything but the truth! NO! She should not be like this! She is broken. You are a repair boy, so fix her!" He dropped the boy by the werewolf again.
Peter turned to the girl, "Hey, Enola?"
Nothing.
"Come on Enola, I know you can hear me? What happened?"
"She killed three of the human mercenaries."
"I know that!" the boy snapped, "I wasn't asking you!"
The vampire glared at him, "Why ask a question you already know the answer to?"
Peter looked at the werewolf again, "I want to know her perspective, why she did it."
"Then that is what you should ask for."
"Just let me speak to her," the repairman's eyes softened, "Hey, why don't you look at me? I just want to hear you speak," he sighed, "Listen, I know you're afraid, but I don't blame you-"
"You should."
Both men stared at the girl. Her eyes momentarily locked with each of theirs, then stared off again.
"Enola?" Peter questioned hesitantly.
Again, there was no response.
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The door to the dungeon cracked open, sending a piercing ray of light through the darkness. A lantern thrust through the door further illuminated the stony chamber. Shortly behind the lantern was a hand, then a face, which peeked in. Intense, ice -blue eyes traced over the room until they found what they were looking for. Upon seeing what she had come for, Integra entered the cell of her pet vampire.
Alucard and the others had been sent away on a mission. Walter was out, picking up the next month's suppy of blood for the vampires. She was alone in the house, save only for the werewolf. Quietly, careful not disturb her too much, Integra made her way over to the girl.
As pre usual, Enola did not respond. Her body had gone completely still, which the vampire had said was not a good sign. Integra knelt in front of the girl.
"Hello werewolf." She frowned at the sternness in her voice. She adjusted it to a softer, more understanding tone. "Hey Enola…" She had not sounded like that in years, not since before her father died. She continued on anyway.
"I just came down here to talk with you. Will you listen? I've been thinking lately, and you confuse me. You're not at all what I was told you would be," she gazed at the girl, "I was told werewolves were less human than vampires, that though they may assume human form, they still have a mind of an animal. When Alucard brought you here, I expected you to be his new toy, like the puppy he called you. But I was wrong."
Enola's eyes flicked to her. Integra did not notice, as her head was lowered in guilt. "I was blind to how…human you could be. You are as innocent as the Police Girl, yet we have-I have treated you otherwise. I know you did not choose this life, I cannot hold it against you. It would be foolish to expect your forgiveness."
"I guess I've had to be strong for so long, I've had to put aside human appearances and not hesitate to kill monsters, I've forgotten how to tell which one was which. I suppose that is what comes out of being appointed Hellsing leader and master of the No-Life King, but that's no excuse."
"I thought they were them."
Integra looked up, "What?"
"Those men I killed, I thought they smelt of priest."
"You…" the Hellsing leader hesitated for a moment, then reached inside her pocket, pulling out three dog tags. Enola eyed them wearily as the woman held them out to her. "These have been with me since the night of the incident, but I am told a werewolf's sense of smell can surpass any others. Do you think you could still smell the men on them?"
Carefully, Enola reached out her hand. Integra let the chains drop into her hand. The girl raised them to her nose and inhaled. Her eyes widened.
"Yes, I can still smell the men on them. And the men smell of-"
"Priest?" Integra asked.
"Exactly."
"All three were new recruits," the blond woman murmured, "And of foreign origin. It is possible that…"
"I thought they were attacking the others. That is why I went after those specific three," Enola explained.
"Let us discuss this more in my office, it's freezing down here," Integra suggested. She stood and offered her hand, "Come on, it's about time you warmed up some, don't you think?"
Hesitantly, Enola accepted.
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Alucard returned from his mission with hast, eager to check in on his wolf once again. Sooner or later she was going to reduce herself to a mindless animal if she did not give into the call of the moon.
He quickly found though, that needed not to worry. Upon his arrival to his master's study, he discovered Sir Integra asleep in her chair by the fire, and Enola, in wolf form, sleeping by her feet.
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