Hellsing Witch Hunter:1616

Sapphirewyren

Chapter 13: Who wants Seconds on that Sand Witch?

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing

Author's Note: I'd like to say thanks to 'Chadtayor020' for giving me the idea of naming Integra's second sword and thanks for the inspiration for its ability goes to "Snow White and the Huntsman'. So Chadtayor020 this chapter is for you.

London Metropolitan Police Department- Interrogation Room

Inspector Justice Granger often got jokes for his name and his ironic choice in careers. But he never let that get him down, he did his job honestly and enthusiastically. Today he had the task of questioning the last three survivors of the Hunter families, Hellsing, Victoria and McClaren. Inspector Justice had heard of them, but have never met them, except Seras who volunteered some of her time at the station. Each woman had a different way of telling their story. The first was Seras, she was in tears by the time she was finished recalling the horrors of that day. Seras had used up at least half of the tissue box. The second woman Inspector Justice talked to was Sam. Her voice was hollow, yet filled with anger more than sadness and she had a far-away look in her hazel eyes when she told her story. Justice was glad that all three Hunters were told to remove any weapons they might have on their person. Sam really looked like she wanted to kill someone. The inspector felt sorry for any fool that might piss the assassin off. The final Huntress to be questioned was Integra. To Justice's surprise, she was neither sad or angry, she seemed resigned, but to him that didn't seem to be the right word for it. Integra treated the questioning as if she was having a simple conversation with a friend. From the gory details of her father's poisoning to the traitorous uncle's trying to kill her.

"Where is Richard Hellsing now?" asked Inspector Justice.

"I killed him" said Integra matter-of-factly. The inspector was silent for a minute and then said; "On the same day he tried to kill you?"

"Of course. Should I have waited for a different time?"

"And that demon sword killed the other three perpetrators?"

"That's what I said."

"Where is the body of Richard Hellsing?"

"In the basement."

"You didn't bury him?"

Integra actually chuckled; "He didn't deserve a burial. And it would have been a terrible waste of money."

After Inspector Justice was finished with his questions, he thought back on the individual women; "That was the strangest, yet scariest set of interrogations I have ever done." When the forensics team searched the basement, they found the four skeletons of Whitehalls so-called partners in crime. They found the basement to be very creepy and scary with all its, strange noises and sealed doors. And its owner calmly leading them to the bodies did nothing to alleviate the team's anxiety. They had been in creepy places, but the basement of Hellsing Manor made it to the top of the creepy list.

Integra was right about Whitehall's need to collect trophies and writing. The police found several expensive, one-of-a-kind signet rings belonging to the Hunters in George's office. But that proved nothing, seeing as the Hunters had seen George as a friend and had no idea of his murderous intentions. What they were looking for were his ledgers or any writing that might incriminate him. The letters from Richard Hellsing were not enough. Whitehall had a specific ledger which was stolen by one of the stable workers. The police had found it hidden in one of the horse stalls, apparently one of the workers had wanted to black mail him. Several days ago, Whitehall noticed it missing and had a fit, he did not want it to found by the wrong person. He had even offered a reward for its safe return, but that did not work as his staff knew what kind of man he was. In that little black book, it told a twisted tale of swords, obsession and murder. There were dates, names, amounts of money paid and places of secret meetings. The witnesses that Marionne Whitehall found corroborated key details in the book. When presented with this evidence by the courts, George ranted and raved about how people were out to get him and that it was all lies. Whitehall, of course denied everything, but the courts nor the King was buying it. And George Whitehall was sentenced to death.

The day that George was to die, was a warm sunny day with a gentle breeze. When the ex-noble ascended the steps to the platform, he expected to see the executioner in his black mask, holding his trusty axe, not the King's Hunters.

"My family will avenge me! You will pay!" ranted George.

"Then your death will serve as a warning to your family" said Seras quietly.

"You should be trying to make your peace with your God, because you will soon be in hell" sneered Sam.

"I have done nothing wrong!"

"Keep telling yourself that. I have things to do, so let's this over with" drawled Integra.

It had been a tough decision deciding who was to be the one to execute George Whitehall, since all three wanted him dead. So, Walter came up with the idea of whoever method was best would be chosen. Sam had chosen death by a thousand cuts, leaving the victim to bleed to death, but it was deemed to be too long. Seras thought that Whitehall die the same way her mother did. But rape required the victim to remain alive to suffer through the humiliation and no one would want to see that. Integra merely demonstrated the way George was to die. Later, Sam would say that was a most fitting way for George Whitehall to die.

When Whitehall saw who was to be his executioner he said; "I will give you anything you want, just spare me!"

"Anything I want? I had no idea you could bring the dead back to life."

"I am innocent! It was my wife! And my sons, they coerced me into this, I…"

"You chose the wrong sword to lust after, Whitehall." The man looked confused, wasn't the black bladed sword Alucard the strongest of the three? Which sword should he have wanted? Integra drew her second sword; "This is Casull, a sword wielded by a demon. You'd do well to take that name with you to the afterlife with you." With this, the Hunter touched George on the chest with the sword's point and then sheathed it. The ex-noble laughed; "That's it? You do a poor a job as an executioner." Sam gave him a nasty grin; "Wait for it."

On George's chest, there formed a tiny metallic silver spot and soon it grew bigger and bigger as it began to cover his entire chest. It slowly made its way across his torso, like sliver syrup being spilled on him. The metallic 'liquid' also crawled its way towards his face. "What is this!? Please! Don't do this!" The living liquid had seeped into his pores and as Whitehall cried out, it bubbled from his mouth and soon from his eyes, ears and nose. George tore at his face trying to rip off what could be called a living coffin, but it had started to harden. In a couple of minutes, what used to be a living man was now a statue of shining silver, his face forever etched in a macabre mask of twisted fear. The viewers were completely stunned by this new form of execution, it was slow and the person knew they were going to die. The people soon dissipated, going on about their lives, but that night many of them would have nightmares and a new way of looking at Integra. This would stay with them for a long time.

Pip and the Wild Geese watched hidden among the trees and bushes, as the three Hunters rode silently through the wooded path. He knew that they had coin purses on them and the way they were dressed, there must be a lot of coins in those pouches. Another thing that Pip was interested in was the large black stallion ridden by the tall tan blond. Now that was a horse fit for a leader like him. On the silent signal, the Wild Geese rushed out at the three women, whooping and shouting, a tactic that scared both people and horses-usually. In this case, the women wore looks of expressions ranging from mild irritation to trying to stifle a yawn. There was no reaction from the horses either, though the stallion managed to bite one of the Wild Geese. But Pip didn't let this set back deter him. "Now ladies, if you would be so kind as to hand over your money and horses, we will be on our way."

Sam unsheathed two long daggers and chuckled; "What? You don't like our shoes?"

"I'd hate for beautiful women to walk home in their socks." This was going to be harder than he thought.

"Do you know who we are?" asked the petite blond. "We are the King's Hunters…."

At this all the Wild Geese burst out laughing, while red-faced Seras wore a confused look on her face. "What is so funny?"

"Maybe if I cut out their tongues, they wouldn't be laughing" growled Sam.

"Like we'll fall for that again" said one of the bandits. "We lost a lot of loot with that King's Hunters crap."

There was more laughter as Pip gave the women a cocky grin, and said; "We'll rob any rich looking folks that come through, even the King himself!"

"Oh, dear, it would seem that your idiocy has gotten you killed" said Integra softly. Pip looked at her, what could that mean? As she drew a lethal looking black sword, the etchings on the blade glowed red. "I'm afraid I simply cannot let that threat to His Majesty, the King go."

Several large black blobs dripped from the blade. Some of the Wild Geese took a couple steps away from the blobs, as they were now sprouting six pairs of red eyes and took the form of large salivating black hounds. A disembodied voice drawled from the sword; "Unleashing Cromwell restrictions…Level 2…Releasing the hounds…"

Pip looked around in horror, this was first his encounter with demon blades and now he was having some serious regrets about targeting these women. The hounds had already begun to make a feast of several of his men and if he didn't soon, they would all be killed. "Ok! Ok! We yield, just don't kill any more of my guys. We'll do anything you want." Pip felt ashamed having to beg for their lives, but he didn't have a choice and if anyone asks, he would say it was a tactical retreat. The soul piercing glare and the cruel smirk, unnerved the bandit leader. "You say you'll do anything? Well I think I know of something you can help us with."

The Hunters came across a patch of desert, where they were greeted by Sandy the Sand Witch (Sam's probably thinking of a sandwich which involves all three Hunters and Sandy.) "So, you came back, my tasty morsels."

"I see you're still hot and naked" smirked Sam.

"Don't compliment her body, Sam" said Seras.

"I am afraid we won't be staying long, or rather you won't, you degenerate pile of dirt" said Integra in a bored voice.

"Is she always this bitchy?" asked Sandy.

"This is her in a good mood."

"Well you just got here, it would be rude for me to leave." While the witch was still speaking, a balloon like object smacked her in the face. On impact, it burst splashing her with water. "No! Stop!" Several more of the objects hit the witch. Then more men carrying large barrels of water ran up to her and spilled the contents on Sandy, drenching her from head to toe. When the sand enchantress tried to leave, an iron chain was tossed around her torso, holding her fast.

"Not a good day to be dirt, is it? " smirked Integra.

Seras thrust her sword into Sandy's chest, but the witch just laughed; "You think, I'd leave my most vital organ in the same spot, foolish girl?"

"I'm getting real tired of being laughed at today" growled Seras. Harkonnen began to glow a bright fiery orange. The dragon Bahamut, in the form of a flaming serpent wrapped himself around the large blade; "Unleashing Tiamat Restrictions…Level 4… Pillars of flames". Blades of flame shot out from the ground and pierced into Sandy's body. On the tip of one of these spears was Sandy's beating heart. As the sand witch in despair, she disintegrated into a small mound of sand, the desert disappearing with her. Blowing out stream of fire, Bahamut burnt the witch's heart to a crisp.

"Remind me never to laugh at Seras" said Sam quietly to Integra, who nodded in agreement. Meanwhile Seras was chatting with Bahamut. "That was so cool, Bahamut. I didn't know you could do that! You're so awesome!" The wyvern looked like he was blushing, if it was possible; "Thank you, master."

"I have the best demon ever!"

Turning to the Wild Geese, Integra asked; "What were those strange pouches that you used?"

Some of the men wore embarrassed looks and then Pip said; "They were condoms." The look of shock that Integra had on her face made the men laugh.

"I'm sorry I asked. Sam, you can write the report. I refuse to tell the King that a witch was defeated by condoms!"

"Are you sure? Imagine all the stuff I can say- "Dear Al…"

"AL?!" Integra sighed; "Fine, I'll write it." As the Wild Geese rode off, Seras asked; "Are you sure we can trust them?"

Integra shrugged; "They have their usefulness…."

"You blackmailed them…"

"I merely gave them the choice of either working for me or gaining the ability to hold their heads in a basket."

"Blackmailing."

"Call it whatever you want, but you are right, I am not about to blindly trust a bunch of bandits, so I will be keeping an eye on them or at least Hermes will." On a nearby tree, a large black eagle with crimson eyes, gave a loud screech before flying off in the direction that the Wild Geese went.

Chapter End

Author's Notes: So, there you have it, the death of George Whitehall. Awesome sword powers and sick ways of dying. I read on good ol Google that Bahamut was a dragon of justice, ironic huh? Nice to see the Huntresses getting along again, well now that Whitehall is dead. But is that truly the end of them? I think not. And we got to see more of Pip and the Wild Geese. I didn't want Integra to hire to them as in the anime because of the whole alternate universe thing. Instead she uses them through threats and blackmail. Ok so future chapters will include more Hellsing characters, meeting Schrodinger's biological mother, a chat among the sword demons and more, so stay tuned! See you in the next chapter.