Choices
C3: Blood Links
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When Walter and Seras ran into Integra's office, they found a few pages of the bible lying about on the ground, and red blade tips sticking out from the door. Alucard was standing still, his face set in rage. He had never looked angrier.
"Master?" Seras ventured to ask, "What happened?" Alucard gave no answer, instead walking to the recently opened door. He slammed it shut, revealing a neatly impaled Syn.
"What have you done?" he asked in a soft voice, "Why did you lead the priest here?"
"What?" Syn's eyes were barely open and crossed.
"HOW DARE YOU BRING THAT DAMNED PRIEST HERE!" Alucard pulled Syn by the collar up the blades, increasing her pain and low blood level.
"Priest?" Syn said blearily, "Don know…priest."
"Master, she can't do anything." Seras said, "I don't think she's had blood for a while."
"Blood…" Syn closed her eyes, "Sounds…good."
Alucard frowned, but pulled Syn off the door and carried her over by her shirt to the puddle of blood that Integra had spat out. He pulled the blades out of her and threw them aside, snapping them in his anger. Alucard then dropped the injured vampire to the ground near the puddle of red.
"Drink that." he said, "It's the blood of a Hellsing. You can drink it and be healed. When you are healed, you will tell me why you lead the damn priest here." Syn lay still for a moment, but began to lap at the blood on the floor. Her wounds healed, and her eyes glinted with the fresh blood.
"So that's why I couldn't do anything." she chuckled after sitting up, "I needed blood."
"Now tell me why you lead the priest here." Alucard pressed his Jackal against Syn's head, "Tell me what you did before he vanished."
"Well, I don't think I lead anyone here." Syn seemed to regain a bit of heart instead of melancholy, "He seemed to know who everyone but I was. He probably came here with intent."
"Maxwell." Walter said softly, "He ordered Andersong to do such a thing?"
"I don't know who you're talking about, but you sound like you understand what I mean." Syn smirked, glancing to Walter, but not moving with the gun on her head, "And if you were wondering what I did before he left, I just threw a small bit of myself into him. I can track him that way."
"And why would you want to track him?" Alucard growled.
"If I can't find where he took my master, then I can't find out what I've forgotten."
Alucard began to chuckle, his grin flashing his fangs. Syn stared at him, wondering if he was going to fire his Jackal.
"You do realize what you just said." he snickered, his eyes narrow behind his glasses, "You shouldn't have tasted that blood."
"Why?" Syn asked.
"Once you taste the blood of a human, if you don't turn them into a ghoul or a vampire, you become their servant." Alucard smirked, "You're a part of the Hellsing organization."
"Bastard." Syn said amusedly, "You didn't tell me that on purpose."
"Of course." Alucard pushed the gun harder against her head, "But if my master decides you're responsible for what happens, I'm going to kill you."
"I don't doubt it." Syn smiled, "That's what you wanted to do anyway."
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"Do you really think that giving her a weapon will be a good idea?" Seras asked nervously, "I mean, we don't really know who she is."
"Nevertheless." Walter said, "Andersong is too dangerous to deal with without a weapon."
"Even for a person who isn't our ally?" Seras protested, "It just seems dangerous to me."
"Andersong is dangerous enough." Walter replied sharply, "We will deal with this vampire when Sir Integra is safe." Seras frowned, but nodded. Andersong was enough of a challenge even with Alucard, but with the entire Iscariot organization, it would be a task unheard of before.
"You don't trust me at all." Syn suddenly appeared from a wall, hands in pockets and a smug grin on her face, "You must have many of your human emotions left over."
"And what does it matter to you?" Seras answered, "Once this is over with, my master will kill you."
"All of us are in the same boat." Syn's eyes glinted, "And I'd like to see your master's power. Ever since I had that blood from Sir Integra, I've had an even greater urge to remember what I am."
"I have your weaponry, miss Syn." Walter spoke up, putting down one of his many gun-smithing tools, "One, a standard issue weapon for a Hellsing agent." He handed her a gray handgun that had the size and weight of Alucard's Casull.
"The Blade." Walter said, "Thirty-three pounds, and twelve millimeter bullets. Against vampires and freaks, there are incendiary mercury bullets, and blessed silver."
"And humans?" Syn asked, unlocking the magazine to look at the bullets.
"Explosive tip." Walter replied, "But we are already on edge with Iscariot, and killing their men might provoke them."
Seras frowned, recalling her first encounter with Alexander Andersong. The memory of the blade in her throat hurt. And the memory of seeing her commander Gareth being killed hurt as well. But there was a subtle poking in her mind and she looked up towards Syn.
"And his killing your men didn't provoke you?" the black-haired woman asked, "I suppose Hellsing isn't one for revenge?" She chuckled at the incredulous expression on Seras' face, snapping the cache back into place.
"I have also completed the weapon you asked of me." Walter cut in before Seras could say anything, "A blessed silver-alloy and pure silver-tipped staff." He heaved what looked like a pole away from the wall, and handed it to Syn.
"Oh, I like this." Syn smirked, "You're a weapons-master. It stings to hold it. I'll fix that." She lifted her right hand to her mouth and slashed her palm with her fangs, letting the blood well in her hand. After a moment, she began to mutter something under her breath, and rubbed her hand over the entirety of the staff, the blood steaming and vanishing into the weapon.
"Much better." she spun the staff, making the air sing with the speed, "I wouldn't mind giving that cocky priest a smack over the head with this. But…"
"The priest is mine to kill." Alucard said, walking through a wall and smirking, "You're an interesting vampire. I'm looking forward to fighting you."
"Heh, so am I."
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"Do you really think this will do anything in your favor?" Integra asked coolly to the shadows around her, "If anything, you've made Alucard quite angry. As well as Walter."
"As long as we have a blade to your throat, your pet can do nothing." Maxwell replied, "There is nothing you can do."
"I wouldn't say anything too soon, Maxwell." Integra smirked, "You've a habit of doing that."
There was silence in the room.
—to be continued—
