Choices

C2: Meetings

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"From what Alucard has told us, this vampire seems to have no self-awareness, but from a lack of memory more than a freak chip.  She ran from Alucard when he engaged her in battle, and he's rather perturbed."

"I can see why.  He's angry with Incognito for being an opponent that was too weak.  He wants a battle that he might lose at."

"I don't particularly see why, Sir Integra.  He seems to enjoy taunting the enemies more than fighting them."

"That just seems to be the way Alucard thinks.  Even I cannot control him when he wants to battle so much, Walter."

"You're the only one who can control him at all.  Now, this new vampire only has one mark against humans, and that was the incident in the trains.  But it seems that those men were actually convicted rapists and thieves.  Perhaps she knew that."

"I doubt it.  Vampires kill for food.  That's all."  Integra stood and walked away, heading for her office.  She had documents to examine.

When she stepped into her office, she felt a chill rush out of the room.  Cold air from no one being inside, no doubt.  Integra walked to her desk and sat down, her chair a small distance from where she usually sat.  She drew a cigar from the depths of her desk and lit it, drawing in a breath.  After a moment, she moved her chair forwards a few inches—and her feet hit something.

In a split-second, a shadow rushed out from under the desk and tackled Integra from her chair, holding a hand tight over her mouth.

Integra struggled but the shadow held fast.  Her first thought was to shout for her 'pet' vampire, but the shadow had anticipated it.  She began to think to Alucard, but something rebounded her thoughts to her.

"Please, I'm begging you, don't call for your servant." the shadow whispered—a woman.

You are the vampire then? Integra thought purposely, knowing the vampire could hear her thoughts.

"I—I don't know.  I don't know what I am.  I thought—I thought you could help me."

Well, it would be easier if you would let me go.

"I don't trust you enough to believe that you won't call Alucard."

If you don't trust me at all, then I won't say anything.

"…fine."  She slowly uncovered Integra's mouth, and true to the Hellsing's word, Integra didn't call for Alucard.

"So why are you here?" Integra stood from where the woman had tackled her and went to her desk.  She picked up the cigar that had fallen to the desk in the scuffle and sat in her chair again.

"I wanted to know why your servant is so intent on battling me." the woman said.

"Because you are a vampire." Integra relit the cigar and drew a breath, staring intently at the woman before her.

"I don't know that." the woman rubbed her head, her brows knitted, "I don't know what I am, or who I am."

"Alucard informed us that your name is Syn." Integra said, "What else are you not telling us?"

"I just can't remember anything." Syn replied, "I don't even remember how I got this name."

"When did you start calling yourself Syn?" Integra asked.

"About four hundred years ago." Syn tried to remember, "I can't remember anything before that."

"So you're almost as old as Alucard.  You are a vampire, that's for certain.  Do you remember anything about any masters you might have had or have?"

"No.  I don't know of any masters.  I don't have one."

"Then you are a no-life-king.  I don't even want to know why you are here in England."

"I'm trying to remember who I am.  I'm not here to do anything like the things that have been popping up in the papers."

"The freaks." Integra sighed, "That's what they are called.  And from your demeanor, you are most definitely not a freak.  You've too much self-control and pride.  And yet, you will have to die soon."

"Why?" Syn asked, standing up on shaky legs, "I've done nothing wrong!  I only stopped those men from hurting me!"

"You are a vampire." Integra replied, "The Hellsing organization exists to destroy all non-human beings.  And since you are a vampire, you will be destroyed."

"You've a vampire in your employ!" Syn protested, "And I'm sure he's done more wrong than I have!"

"Indeed." Integra couldn't help but smirk, "But he is my servant.  You are not."

"And that must mean he receives special treatment." Syn sighed.  She suddenly grimaced and her eyes closed tight.

"You haven't had blood for a while." Integra said simply.  Syn just wrapped her arms around her stomach in extreme pain, barely able to stand anymore.

"I can't help you any longer." Integra said coolly, "And that means I can't give you any more requests."  Syn opened one eye with her teeth grit.  She knew what Integra meant.

Integra was about to call for Alucard when Syn struck her hard across the face.  She fell to the floor once more, spitting a small puddle of blood from her mouth and more dripping out.

"How dare you!" Integra snarled.  She sat up and looked towards Syn.  She was standing on Integra's desk, her teeth grit and her eyes wide.  Before her, just at the windows, stood Alexander Andersong.

"So you've gotten another pet abomination." Andersong said, grinning wickedly.  Before Syn or Integra could react, Andersong stabbed a sword through Syn's throat.  The black-haired vampire coughed red and stumbled on the desk, staring in horror at Andersong.  The blond priest only grinned again and threw swords with all his might.

Syn found herself stabbed into the doors of the office, hands, feet, and neck pierced by the blessed blades of the Vatican priest.  She hacked, barely able to stay conscious from the exceptional amount of pain.

"ALUCARD!" Integra shouted at the top of her lungs.  Andersong whirled around and walked heavily to the head of the Hellsing family.

Alucard appeared through the shadows, his Jackal drawn and aimed for his enemy.  But after seeing the scene, his hand lowered and his eyes narrowed in rage.  Andersong had Integra by the neck in one arm and a smug grin on his face.

"You bastard." Integra snarled, wanting to get her gun and shoot the priest in the head, even if it wouldn't kill him.  She would let Alucard finish that job.

"Put her down, you filthy priest." Alucard growled, his eyes glowing dangerously.

"I don't think so." Andersong snickered, "And if you use any of your black magic, she dies."  He jerked suddenly, his face set in an angry frown.  His shoulder was bleeding, but healed almost instantly.

"Never said anything about me." Syn said from her place on the door, smirking weakly.  Andersong frowned at her, but smirked a moment later.

In a flurry of bible pages, he was gone, along with Integra.

—to be continued—