My conversations with Alucard became a regular occurrence, though there
were a few nights that he would forget about me and leave me sitting for
hours on end. He was a very interesting character to sit with, and on
occasion we would just sit in silence. Those were the best nights, when he
would sit on the couch and stare at nothing in particular, never open his
mouth and just sit in the darkness. One night he entered the room while I
was on the phone with the head of the Historical Agency I'm in association
with.
"I know sir.yes.yes he's here now. Sir please, no he isn't dangerous, well.not to me anyway. The what? What is Iscariot? Look.I'll ask him about it. Goodbye."
The vampire was giving a really strange look, his head tilted like that of a confused puppy's or something to that effect. After I hung up the phone he straddled the desk as he had the first night and looked at me; I had hung my head down, eyes staring into the cherry finish on the desk. He said nothing, but loomed until I looked up at him.
"Iscariot?"
"Yes, the Agency has met a representative from them, he seemed to know a lot about the Hellsing Organization, my boss said he was a priest or something."
"Anderson. He's still alive."
"Who?"
"Alexander Anderson, head priest and killer for the Iscariot Organization."
"Who?"
"Stop that, you sound like an owl. I thought he died after Maxwell did. Though after Maxwell's gruesome death I don't recall a whole lot."
"Sorry, what happened to Maxwell?"
"I killed him, quite thoroughly in fact. There was nothing left but a puddle of blood and his clothing. Damned Catholics, they cause Integra's death after all."
"You never told me that, and don't tell me I didn't ask, because I did."
"Maxwell cut her throat, the knives that the priest had thrown, there were a lot in me by then, were impairing my aim, I missed his head and grazed his ear. He cut her throat and left her to die. I used the weapon that her father had supplied me when I first began and ripped him apart, but not before he shot me. In that form I was weakened, the bullet caused serious damage. If not for Walter I would have died. Unfortunately, he did and Sir Integra followed a few weeks later."
I understood then why he believed her death was his fault. She had died because his aim was off, I almost felt sorry for him, but there was something else bothering me. He said he had another form, I wanted to ask him to show me, but at the moment we had other problems. Iscariot was still operational, and this Anderson fellow was going to be trouble. Alucard's face was dark, as though it weren't even there.
"Alucard?"
"Hmm?"
"What about Iscariot?"
"Anderson will die, if it is the last thing I do he will die."
"Oh.."
It dawned on me then that I didn't want to loose him, not from a professional point of view, but as something closer. I pushed that thought away, this was a very old creature, and I can't have feelings for him, especially not those kinds of feelings. We were connected now, by blood, just as he and Integra had been; though what that meant to him was probably not the same as what it meant to me.
"I know sir.yes.yes he's here now. Sir please, no he isn't dangerous, well.not to me anyway. The what? What is Iscariot? Look.I'll ask him about it. Goodbye."
The vampire was giving a really strange look, his head tilted like that of a confused puppy's or something to that effect. After I hung up the phone he straddled the desk as he had the first night and looked at me; I had hung my head down, eyes staring into the cherry finish on the desk. He said nothing, but loomed until I looked up at him.
"Iscariot?"
"Yes, the Agency has met a representative from them, he seemed to know a lot about the Hellsing Organization, my boss said he was a priest or something."
"Anderson. He's still alive."
"Who?"
"Alexander Anderson, head priest and killer for the Iscariot Organization."
"Who?"
"Stop that, you sound like an owl. I thought he died after Maxwell did. Though after Maxwell's gruesome death I don't recall a whole lot."
"Sorry, what happened to Maxwell?"
"I killed him, quite thoroughly in fact. There was nothing left but a puddle of blood and his clothing. Damned Catholics, they cause Integra's death after all."
"You never told me that, and don't tell me I didn't ask, because I did."
"Maxwell cut her throat, the knives that the priest had thrown, there were a lot in me by then, were impairing my aim, I missed his head and grazed his ear. He cut her throat and left her to die. I used the weapon that her father had supplied me when I first began and ripped him apart, but not before he shot me. In that form I was weakened, the bullet caused serious damage. If not for Walter I would have died. Unfortunately, he did and Sir Integra followed a few weeks later."
I understood then why he believed her death was his fault. She had died because his aim was off, I almost felt sorry for him, but there was something else bothering me. He said he had another form, I wanted to ask him to show me, but at the moment we had other problems. Iscariot was still operational, and this Anderson fellow was going to be trouble. Alucard's face was dark, as though it weren't even there.
"Alucard?"
"Hmm?"
"What about Iscariot?"
"Anderson will die, if it is the last thing I do he will die."
"Oh.."
It dawned on me then that I didn't want to loose him, not from a professional point of view, but as something closer. I pushed that thought away, this was a very old creature, and I can't have feelings for him, especially not those kinds of feelings. We were connected now, by blood, just as he and Integra had been; though what that meant to him was probably not the same as what it meant to me.