Oh... well would you look at that? And new chapter!
It seems that EVERYBODY thought the ending sucked. So, I'm going to continue with it...
You see, I don't like to dissappoint the readers. If you're sad, I'm sad. That's how it works out, I suppose. Well, now that I have come up with a few nice ideas, lets see if I can write out at least 10 more chapters. Eh? 30 chapters should be a good number for this story. Don't want it to drag on forever... unless the readers want me to. Remember, everything I do can be influenced by opinion, as you have no doubt learned from seeing this new chapter.
On with the show!
Somewhere, shrouded in darkness, three men where standing in a small room. One man was sitting in a chair, his face concealed by shadows. Behind him stood an ominous and silent guard, his intimidating ambience only magnified by the Mauser automatic pistol strapped to his belt. Before them stood a man wearing a blood-stained lab coat, his eyes hidden behind a set of multi-layered examination glasses. The three men all had their attention turned towards the same thing: A television set, showing a news report about a British town burning down in an industrial accident, leaving no survivors. The reporters said it was caused by an gas station catching fire and exploding, burning the whole town to the ground and killing everyone in it. But the men knew what had really caused it.
They knew because they organized it.
"Vell now, it seems zat the Hellsing Organization is getting back on its feet already," the man in the chair inferred as he watched the screen.
"Ja, much faster then expected," the man in the lab coat replied. The guard stayed silent, not bothering to include himself in the discussion.
"Perhaps ve should perform another test, zen?" the seated man propossed.
"Nein, nein. I have un better idea..." the coat clad man replied.
"Und vat would zat be, Dok?" the seated man leaned forward, the dim light reflecting off the rim of his glasses.
"I believe ve should simply invite zem here, to our country," the man named Dok smiled.
"Vat?" the man asked. The guard raised an eyebrow, but remained silent. "Vat are you talking about?"
"Vell... let me explain..." the doctor smiled mischeviously. "Ve can finish toying with zem and show ourselves for vat we really are!"
"You have me interested..." the seated man leaned back into his chair. "Please continue..."
"With pleasure, mein Fuhrer," Doc chuckled.
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"Alright. Explain it to me one more time. And don't leave anything out," Integra ordered sternly. She was sitting in her chair, looking across her desk at an obviously bored Fenrir.
"Again?" he asked. "But I've already told you three times..." A stern glare from Integra ceased his complaints. "Alright... Anderson chased me. I outran him. He ambushed me and stabbed me through the chest and pinned me to a wall. I survived, so he tried to kill me with two more bayonets in the chest. No luck. So he stabbed me once in each arm, each leg, and in the throat. I decided that this was getting out of hand, so I feigned death. He figured nothing could surivive that, so he left to go get Seras. And he took my dog tags..." Fenrir explained, gesturing to each part of his body as they where mentioned. "I spent quite awhile regaining my strength. I then removed the bayonets... or most of them... and tried to regenerate my wounds. Without a full moon, it took me almost an hour. I was too weak to help Seras, but I figured she would be alright. It seems I was wrong about that, but at least she is okay now." Integra nodded in agreement. "So then the whole town catches on fire, and I high tailed it out of there."
"High tailed?" Integra raised an eyebrow.
"American term for 'ran as fast as possible'..." Fenrir defined.
"Oh. Continue..." Integra waved her hand.
"So then I made my way back here... you know the rest of the story, I'm sure," Fenrir smirked.
"Indeed. Are you sure you left nothing out?" she asked.
"Possitive. Anything else, Sir?" Fenrir replied.
"That will be all for now. Go downstairs and meet with Walter. He says that your things have arrived from America," she informed him.
"Excellent! I've been wondering where my things had gone off to... I figured they had ended up in Fiji or Russia," he chuckled as he walked out the door.
"Hmmm," Integra sighed. "I am clearly in charge of the most rag-tag, unorganized, and psychotic group of operatives on earth."
"We love you too, Master," Alucard whispered into her ear, stepping out from nowhere. Integra frowned.
"I hate it when you try to sneak up on my like that," she growled.
"You knew I was there, of course," he replied. "You can sense my presence with ease."
"It is still annoying," she looked over her shoulder and glared at the vampire.
"I know," Alucard grinned. "That is why I do it!" Without another word, he dissappeared.
"Why did my father have to leave me him as a protector?" Integra sighed, going back to her endless paperwork.
There. Happy? The story lives on, and now I have to write out a whole new plot. Thanks alot. Just kidding... : )
But I don't care as long as you all enjoy reading the story. If you're happy, I'm hapy. Its as simple as that.
Review please!
Oh, and if you don't already know, the three creepy German guys are from the Hellsing manga. If you haven't read that and you don't want spoilers, STOP READING THIS STORY NOW. We're going far into spoiler territory with this thing.