Life is good…VengeTheWolf has been reviewing sporadically again, for which I am grateful. Always nice to be appreciated! DarkRainbowDash, I don't know if you're reading this one as well, but thanks! I think FalconStorm and a couple others are better, but to each his/her own. Hey…do you two know each other then? Strange…anyway, I'm still trying to fit everything together. Yeah 13HellFES, of course she fixes everything. She wouldn't be one of my OCs if she didn't. ;) Well then…better get writing.
Meva's POV:
"Beklop…Beklop…c'mon, we need to go NOW." I said, seeing her scurry around her shop, picking up clothes and then dropping them, glasses flashing at the end of her necklace. I grabbed her shoulder, holding her still as her eyes darted around the shop. "Beklop, pay attention." I said clearly, shoving them on her nose as she blinked. "Right, sorry." She said briskly, dusting her hands off and diving into the nearest pile of clutter to find a suitcase, which she tugged into her surgery room. About five seconds later she came out again, buttoning her lab coat up to her chin and tapping her foot impatiently as I sighed and opened the door. Her personalities are so different. Scuttle scurry one moment, and move with a purpose the next. I slung the case over my arm, letting her grab my shoulders as I power-surged into the foggy air, streaking with a purpose to the Hellsing manor and what was probably one hellishly pissed Integra.
Beklop's POV:
Meva landed, handing me my suitcase and seemingly bracing herself before knocking on the front door. It opened, and this amazingly hot young Japanese guy popped his head out, blinking when he saw Meva. "Meva-sempai!" he said in shock, mouth dropping open. They exchanged a few words in Japanese, and my heart sank. It was just as well that Meva found someone. That's what I tried to tell myself, but it was hard. "Oh, I'm terribly sorry." He said, blinking and looking directly at me. Butterflies exploded in my stomach, and I gave a little shy wave. "Yeah, this is Beklop. She's another friend of mine." Meva said, pushing me forward slightly. He bowed, hands pressed together and eyes closed. "Any friend of Meva-sempai's is a friend of mine. You sure do get around don't you Meva-sempai?" he teased her, and she chuckled. "Indeed. I met Beklop in South America." She said, ushering me inside and closing the door behind me.
"So is Integra mad at me?" she asked, putting my suitcase down again and leaning against the wall with a sigh. "Integra-sama is furious." He said warily, looking around like something might jump out at him. Meva sighed and pulled an old looking scrap of paper out of her pocket. "I really hope this is enough to head her off. Well, see ya. Kuro, Beklop, wish me luck." She said, starting to walk off. Kuro, as he was apparently called, grabbed my suitcase and started walking in a different direction. "So…how old are you?" he asked over his shoulder, and I blinked. "Uh…a couple hundred years. You?" I said quickly, flushing slightly. He chuckled softly. "Everyone in this outfit has something special about them I guess. I'm only sixteen or so, but I'm a werewolf." He said the last bit in an ashamed tone, head hanging. I scrambled to think of something to cheer him up. "It could be worse. You live a lot longer and it takes a lot more to damage you." I said slowly, hoping he might like that.
"True…probably the only reason I'm still alive. My family's ancestral home was attacked by ghouls and everyone else was killed, even though we all still practiced the martial arts." He said this in an even more dejected tone, looking miserable. "Oh…so what do you do?" I asked after a moment, the silence looming heavily over our heads. Suddenly there was a flash of silver, and I barely caught the edge of a blade, still within its sheath. I hadn't even seen him carrying a sword, much less how he moved. He grinned at me, putting it back away. "I'm a master swordsman, that's all." He said modestly, opening a door and showing me in with a bow. I nodded, seeing a homey space with a bed and a wardrobe, a nightstand, a few other personal touches. "So as a witch, what do you do?" he asked, pausing in the doorway. "Science magic, and…" I paused, wondering if I should tell him. "…elemental combat, on rare occasions."
Meva's POV:
I ducked the ashtray Integra threw at me, sweating slightly. For some unfathomable reason, she terrified me right now. Even though statistically it was unreasonable, I felt like she was going to cream me. "Would you stop chucking things at me and listen for a sec-" I was forced to dodge a paperweight and was unable to finish the sentence. "ALL NIGHT! YOU JUST UP AND LEFT FOR NO REASON AT ALL! WHAT IF THERE WAS AN ATTACK?!" I growled, hiding behind a chair. "You had Kuro and Alucard here!" I managed to yell, before a lighter grazed my face and I ducked. I flicked my wings around myself, waiting until the bombardment of office items stopped before uncurling from my fetal position. "I went to my home and the Vatican. Sue me." I said grumpily, and that unleashed a whole other storm.
"WHY THE HELL WERE YOU SO RECKLESS YOU WENT THERE?! I SHOULD CALL ALUCARD IN AND HAVE HIM SUCK YOU DRY!" I gulped, peeking out from between my wings. "I was looking for answers on how to unbind myself from Alle and her brother." I said meekly, and she paused for a deep breath. "And did you find anything?" she growled, tone making it very clear what would happen to me if I hadn't. "Yeah. This." I said, handing her the scrap of paper and standing back as she read it. "No human sacrifices." She said warningly, looking up at me. I rolled my eyes, nodding. "It wouldn't work anyway. It has to be a willing life." I said tartly, and she nodded. "Well then as long as I have made it absolutely clear you are to never do this again, you are forgiven." She said warningly, and I nodded vigorously. She was scary when she was pissed. "Now follow me. The Navy has lost contact with HMS Eagle. We suspect Millennium was involved.
***Time Skip***
I walked behind Integra, feeling like a naughty child following the schoolteacher to the principal's office. Walter was behind me, giving off (somehow) an aura of the creepy old janitor shoving me along behind her. And we were all going to a meeting. How weird was that? "We lost communication with the aircraft carrier Eagle eighteen hours ago. She's currently anchored approximately three hundred kilometers off the coast of Pongton Bay. We've confirmed she's flying their colors." I leaned over Integra's shoulder as she sat down, seeing the bloody Nazi symbol etched out on the deck. "Millennium." She said, cigar drifting a stream of smoke straight into my face, making me cough and sneeze. "Yes. That's why we called you. The situation aboard the Eagle has moved far outside the Royal navy's jurisdiction." Penwood said, and she nodded. "What's the status?" she asked, looking back down at the pictures.
Penwood looked over his shoulder at the man standing behind him. "Go on." He straightened and started his report. "As the general said, we've lost contact. The Eagle has ignored all emergency hails; however, satellite photos have revealed not only the Nazi emblem, but the presence of a lone individual on deck wielding a parasol. Two SAS platoons are currently approaching the ship via helicopter to assess the situation and hopefully bring this to a resolution." I rolled my eyes. "General." Integra said stiffly, and he looked up. "Yes sir?" she narrowed her eyes, and I folded my arms imposingly. "Those men are defenseless against what's out there. Cancel the operation and order them to return immediately." She said, but before they could respond someone at the consul said "Both helicopters have been shot down!" The man behind Penwood turned. "Did the Eagle open fire on them?" The man looked down, shuffling his notes. "No sir…someone fired at them from the deck! They reported a single musket shot!" My eyes widened. Oh, it's her then is it?
"That's ridiculous!" the man said, and the other person tapped a few more buttons. "I'm getting a confirmation…" Integra sighed and stood up. "What will you do Sir Integra?" Penwood asked meekly, but she didn't turn. "We're under direct orders from Her Royal Highness. We've determined this incident to be the work of vampires and will be assuming jurisdiction." There were gasps and murmurs as the flabbergasted humans pondered this. "There you are Sir Penwood. Anything to add?" she asked, turning and taking her cigar out of her mouth. "No mam. Good hunting Sir Integra. I'm handing over control of this operation to the Hellsing Organization." He said sincerely, and I gave him a cheery thumbs up. "Good." She said, sticking her cigar back in and turning. "Let's kills some Nazis!" I chirped, following her and Walter.
"They aren't launching any attacks, but they do open fire when we approach. It's textbook mam. They're trying to lure us in. That ship is literally a floating fortress." Walter said, and I rubbed my hands together, trying to warm them. "I don't suppose we could just ignore the damn thing? How do we deal with a ship full of ghouls? Moving vampires across large bodies of water is problematic. The situation hinders their movements and ours as well. So what do we do with our soldiers? We could try sending them on our own battleship. Would that work? Or Meva?" Integra mused, and I shook my head. "Takes too long to mobilize. And I can't keep up the sort of speed to dodge the bullets for long without collapsing, and I don't want to collapse in enemy territory." I said sadly, and she nodded. "Perhaps a faster vessel?" Walter tried, and she blinked. "Walter, they have high caliber anti-aircraft and Gatling guns, a speedboat would be lost in a hail of bullets. What about dropping them in from above?" I bit my lip, and Walter snorted. "No. The Eagle is well stocked with anti-aircraft ordinates. We couldn't get a plane anywhere near. Perhaps an airplane with lots of decoy chaff?"
"No. They still won't fool those damn magic bullets." Integra said, and her shadow stretched, revealing Alucard. "What you're saying is, against their stockpiles of missiles and magic bullets, your only hope is to get me and the bird-girl onto the flight deck of that ship. Isn't that right?" he said, and I shrugged helplessly. "It may not be possible." Integra admitted, but Walter interrupted her. "Wait! It's brilliant! I know an aircraft that can get you on board…however I think there may be only one in existence." Alucard and I grinned, and I shuffled my wings, getting ready for some fun.
OW! My hand hurts from writing so much…AnimeStatic was being annoying and I couldn't watch Hellsing 4…the world doesn't like me right now. BUT I SHALL CARRY ON! *makes dramatic pose* Although I am motivated since I found a new Vocaloid video…*loses the pose* Oh, and I got a beta request. Is proud! :D Still being a horrible person and not posting for my SE…*shame cloud* I just CAN'T, it won't go on Microsoft. It's stuck in my head, and in its own little walled off corner too. *sticks tongue out at SE corner and tries to break it down, but fails as usual* I'm trying…oh well. SOMEONE HELP ME WITH MOTIVATION! Review, Request, Rcomment, Auf Wedersien.
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