Part Two: From Dust we come, to dust we must return
Chapter Twenty One: Send out the Hounds
Alucard
November 29th
8:15 a.m
I entered the infirmary, quickly making my way to a space by Gareth's shoulder as he continued to type rapidly, eyes alight with glee at showing how useful and intelligent he was. "I've found the transmission source. Though, I'm not sure if it's a decoy, we'll have to do some research into the area, see if there's any strange goings on, or something." I couldn't take his build-up anymore, I peered into his mind: Of all the places? They chose there? I mean, it's far out, not many people around. Norway, of all places…
Norway? The laboratories were in Norway? "Norway," I looked at the screen as a map came up, "Whereabouts?"
"How did you- oooh, creepy vampire skills, I get you. Exact location is just coming up," He zoomed in, the picture moving to the northern-most part and smoothly zooming in to show a single name: Cape Nordkinn.
After a few more moments, Gareth was able to compile information on it, from how to get there as well as climate.
"Right, Cape Nordkinn, is only accessible by boat or by foot- but it's a two day hike. The wind speed is high so no chance of getting there by aircraft. At the moment it will be almost entirely submerged in darkness. All the nearest villages and cities, within a two hundred mile radius, have been wiped out. Well, there has been no communication from their since last December, so I'm guessing the labs used the neighbouring blood supplies for their little creations. I've tried getting a satellite picture on it, but it's off limits, not even I can get a look at it." I dipped my hand into my breast pocket to find that piece of paper that had been hanging around for a while.
"Translate this from Norwegian, Gareth." I placed it on the table in front of him, he scowled and pulled up another window, finding an online translator he typed in the familiar words:
'Blå solnedgang venter på ingen mann luften er for råtten.'
The translation was iffy, but the general gist was: 'Blue Sunset waits for no man, the air is rotten.' I scanned the room for the woman, for Molly, she sat cross legged on the table pocking Anderson and Seras in turn. She had given me a message already, 'Blue sunset', I tried to make links to Molly and her aliases. Blue being her pet-name from the Hellsing team and I, but why sunset? Sunset- setting sun, twilight, evening, dusk. Dusk- Abendroth! 'The air is rotten', was exactly what she was saying before she was taken, but why was she waiting for no man?
Was she endeavouring to escape? Had she become angry with our lack of action, the millennia that it took us to figure out she was here with us all the time? And how was she here? The only way I could think that she would be able to get into my head and project her thoughts and imagination would be through intimacy. No, intimacy was not the answer, that was far too… warm for her to use that, it would be something cold, animalistic- as she was turning before her capture.
She had become pregnant through blood. Why should that stop her from contacting me? It wouldn't, it was blood that brought her here, I had, after all, ingested so much of hers, and she had tasted mine.
Seras batted away Molly's poking fingers, she began to frown as Molly poked harder and started punching her arm. I sensed a sudden injection of surprise, my glance turned to Anderson, his eyes were wide with shock and he glared at Seras.
Seras jumped up from her chair, knocking it back, "Stop it! Leave me alone! What have I ever done to you!?" Anderson's eyes widened as Molly began clapping her hands and laughing. She span around and lashed out at Anderson, baring her fangs, he jumped back, pulling out his blades as her claws slashed the air an inch from his face as he jumped out of the way. They could see her too!
Seras gasped as Anderson swore in his Scottish lilt, "You can see her too?" Anderson stepped back and narrowed his eyes as Seras looked between Anderson and Molly repeatedly.
"Aye, thae Ah can, an' sae can ye, Draculina. She's an irritaten thing, ain't she?" Molly stood up on the table and began spinning about happily, she jumped down silently and ran to me, tugging on my sleeve. Anderson and Seras gaped at me, "An sae can ye?" Anderson's grin grew, "Ah bet ye conjoored 'er! Tae torment oos!"
"I did no such thing. The question is, why can you two see her? I know why I can."
"What are you talkin' 'bout?" Seras asked shrilly. I noticed how Gareth, Peter, Fran, my master and the old butler all seemed to watch us intently, oblivious as to what was happening.
"Did Molly ever let you sup from her?" I asked Seras, glancing at Anderson, he grew pale, Seras looked baffled.
"No, why should she? She only let you drink from her," Anderson shuddered and sneered in disgust, "… Wait, is that why you can see her? This thing is Molly?" I shrugged.
"I'm guessing so," Molly nodded eagerly, a grin broadening, showing her lengthened fangs, showing us that she was becoming stronger, ready to be let free.
"Boot, ye forget, Ah'm nae monster, Ah never even met her!" Anderson snarled, brandishing his blades.
"But her blood has been used in so many things of late. The toxihedrants….the upgrades." My grin returned, "When did you start seeing her, you two?" I asked.
"During the upgrade," They chorused in their own accents. I smirked triumphantly.
"Thought as much." I continued to smirk as Molly dashed across the room and hugged Seras briefly before performing a number of tricky spins and cartwheels. Integra continued to look confused and together the three of us explained to her that we had been seeing an image of a woman, Molly, for the past few months, or in my case just over a year. My master became angry, shouting abuse at us for keeping it to ourselves and so on…
But, no matter how loudly she shouted and no matter how much of a scene she made, I couldn't help but gaze at the now seemingly serene character in the corner, who now stood over Walter's bed, gazing down at him forlornly. "Jeg lukter døden," She whispered, reaching out her hand to touch the butler's head. She faded out of sight.
But still she remained in my mind.
4th December
7:00 pm
We had planned it meticulously, had found the perfect vessels to carry us to her. We would first make our way to Tromso using the only remaining Hellsing aircraft, which had been hidden for us by one of our only remaining political allies. Following this, we would make our way up to Nord Kapp and from their we would make our way via boat to the island. It was an expensive and exhausting expedition and would take us at least a day.
I looked out from the harbour-side out towards the island, Seras would take several minutes to follow and I wasn't certain about Anderson's method of transportation, all he had said was that he'd be fine. I doubted he could make it here as fast as a vampire though.
Pages fluttered by my ear, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Anderson appeared beside me, Seras shortly following but out of breath and very flustered. "I fell in a ditch, of all things!" She explained, leaning on her knees and gulping for air as snow settled on the hood of her parka.
The area about us was barren of life, the houses stood as silent silhouettes about us, three thousand lives had been taken at some point, the scent of death was still just palpable in the air, clinging to the doorframes of houses and shops. The boats bobbed in the harbour, many were wrecked beyond repair, I skirted the harbour, eying up each boat in turn. None seemed suitable to take us across, unless we wanted wet feet and an invigorating swim back. "Master, I've found something!" I looked over my shoulder towards the end of the harbour where Seras had ran up steps to the harbour wall and waved her arms crazily. And what have you found?
It's a boat house, and the boat inside is perfect!
Perfect. I stepped past Seras and down the harbour steps towards the large red boathouse; seaweed, leaves, and bits of nests were scattered across the roof, I bent down to get through the doorway, stopping before a large tour boat. It was in good condition; I peered around at the entrance to the boathouse, it seemed that a large door had been put in place to keep most of the strong currents out. I glanced around for a button to lift it, finding it, the waters around the tour boat immediately stirred, bobbing the boat up and down. I jumped aboard the boat, Seras and Anderson following suit.
"Here are the keys," Anderson muttered, tight lipped. Seras frowned out to sea and then looked around the boat. The rows of benches and tables were secured down, and held beneath a sturdy roof that kept most of the cold out; the cockpit was heated and held a bed, outside of the cockpit was a WC and a small kitchen. Seras searched the cupboards finding various tinned goods. She stumbled upon a trap door, "Hey, look at this!" Anderson left me in the cockpit to take a look and I turned the key in the ignition. Taking control of the boat, I commanded Seras to the cast us off, she disappeared out of sight and a moment later jumped back onboard.
"Isn't this a bit…. Noticeable?"
"I know that, but what with the fog rolling in, I doubt they'll see us, even if they are looking- which they most likely than not aren't." I answered, steering the boat out of the shelter and into the harsh breezes. Snow started to tumbled down from the sky, covered the windscreen, I turned a couple of buttons, turning up the heating, and wiping away the snow as we coaxed out towards the island.
The island was tall in the night, the glimmerings of blues and purples, reds and golds dancing across the sky in a veil draped behind the dark, looming silhouette of a fortress. It looked somewhat like the Bastille in appearance, the silhouette ominous and promising me lives for stealing, I grinned before the fog wrapped around the silhouette and island. A flood light grazed the side of the boat and the waters briefly, our own lights showing the way through the thick mist as we made our way forwards.
"This is hair-raising stuff, init?" Seras breathed quietly, her knuckles white on the dashboard. I slipped into her mind to hear what she found below deck: another room, this one warmed, next to the engine room. Perfect for Molly if she was ill and needed warmth and sleep.
"Indeed."
I finally answered, glancing up at the sky again to mark the beauty of the aurora. I'd never seen it before, and it was far more beautiful to behold naturally than to look at a picture, it was forever changing and moving, a multicoloured veil blowing in the harsh breeze.
I steered the boat into an alcove, beaching it upon the steep incline of the shore, commanding Seras to tie it up to the nearest rocks. We jumped down from the boat and onto the pebbled shore which was softly coated in snow, glaring up the cliff to where the floodlights swept overhead. I grinned, jumping at the cliff, climbing it deftly before turning to the watch tower.
Two silhouetted men stood there, obviously not paying much attention, and I decided that they would be the first of many lives claimed by me tonight. I jumped up, slipped through the window and barged in upon them. Taking one by the neck, I drained him, whilst holding the other at bay. I dropped the first man and turned to the second, older gentleman. "I know who you are, you're one of the things they've been making!" I raised my eyebrows at the English accent.
"Wrong. I'm the monster that will be destroying the things they are making." I grinned, "Now, before you die an agonizing death- and it will be agonizing- perhaps you could tell me about the security around here." I continued to grin, allowing the Cromwell Seal to loosen as my grip around his throat tightened.
"Doesn't give me much incentive to talk, does it?"
"Not really. It doesn't matter anyway, that was just a courtesy. I'll take what I need anyway." I ripped out his throat and poured his blood down my throat, following the blood back to the heart and then the mind. I dropped the body beside the other and kicked them both under the table, quickly cleaning up the blood left behind.
There seemed to be six watch towers, they checked in with each other every hour, on the hour; twenty or so men patrolled the outer wall- at this point I looked about the outer brick wall and counted the men- and then fifteen more patrolled the fence - I gazed out to the fence, where men and dogs patrolled tirelessly. These thirty-five patrolling men were all upgrades.
Inside the wall were the tall laboratories, which had two levels underground and three above, exercise courtyard in the centre for the clones. CCTV was linked up throughout the entire building, but not around the perimeter, for some strange reason. And floor zero was only to be enter by those with a higher security level pass, the tunnel was said to lead out under ground towards a large underground containment facility for their most ferocious of creations. Seras, Anderson, take out the men around the perimeter, spare no lives, they are all contaminated. Then meet me under the second watch tower. I jumped from the first to the second, quickly draining both of the men and moving onto the four other towers. The blood warmed me as the chilly night professed temperature lows of minus forty and below. I stepped beneath the second watch-tower, greeted shortly by Anderson and Seras.
"I'll get inside and disable the cameras, after that: search and destroy."
I loved my job.
My smirk broadened as I leapt across the clearing and slipped in through the walls, quickly searching for the control centre for the cameras. I found it after a few more moments of searching and upon entering I heard the shrieks and cries of a woman and the hungry munching of monsters. I walked around a large generator to see the two security guards devouring a lab assistant. The woman saw me and began to scream for my help, I pulled out my gun and put and end to her misery. The two creatures span around, supposedly human features warped with smears of blood, they snarled their native tongue at me and lunged forwards. I parried their attacks easily and swiftly ripped out their organs, blood spattering the walls and ceiling. I left them twitching on the floor and grinned at the wall of television screens showing each room and corridor. I scanned them all, I could see rows of liquid-filled incubators in one room, rows of sleeping Mollys in another, each figure slightly different to her in one way or another; and the next I could see a room of malformed creatures, intermingled with those that looked somewhat like her and those that looked nothing like her at all.
I set about turning off the cameras, wanting this mission to go as stealthily as possible until the very end. Those within would not know what hit them.
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A/N: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUN! TIRED! KITTY I NOW STALK YOU!
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