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Author's Note: I was rushing to finish all my other non-literary works so this took a real while to write. Thanks for all the reviews. Pardon the several months long lapse. I am just recuperating from a heart ailment and other things. And, I barely have time to proofread my works so pardon me for the typographical errors.
This goes out to all those who e-mailed me to continue this story.
False Prophesy Part V: Cure by Blue Flame Burn
Beyond the seeming calm of the rest of the Hellsing Headquarters, its core never became so frantic. Integra, herself, never became so panicky. She took the Valentine Brothers attack without even flinching in front of the other knights. This time it was not even pure anger that ran through her system. It was more of frustration.
It has been a long time since she had went this deep in the dungeons of her keep. But this was the only place she knew she can keep Alucard. Seeing him in such disarray frustrated her. She was used to having control, and when things got a little out of hand, she knew she could count on Alucard to clean the mess up. But this mess concerned Alucard himself. Integra could not even bear looking at Alucard with the gleaming silver blade sticking out of his gut.
Three days. Less. She only had less than three days. The decision was tough. She knew that almost a large part of the survival of the Hellsing Institution relied on Alucard. If she would not give up the Institution, she will lose her prime asset. Either way, she's in a lose-lose situation. She knew she had to find another way.
She could not even say a word as her troops carried Alucard into his quarters in the dungeon. She just watched as they laid him down on his coffin-like bed. Alucard has stopped squirming. In the very essence vampires are undead but this proved different. They have disposed of vampires via standard procedures. But they were low-class vampires. Alucard, probably the most powerful of all, lay there, fallen by the sanctified blade.
"Hang in there," Integra whispered. She left the room without making a sound, as if she would be leaving a sleeping infant in his crib.
***
Celas sat on her coffin-bed, hugging her bent knees. It was nearly daybreak when they got back to the Hellsing mansion. She stared at the grey wall and held out her hand to it. She felt its coldness. She thought of her master. She thought about how Alucard would phase through walls and surprise her with his presence. But none of that would happen. Not now. Her master was a few corridors away, lying on his back, the blade of Longinus still impaled.
A knock broke her reverie. Three consecutive knocks. Walter. She was already accustomed to people's knocks that she could tell who was knocking. The Hellsing steward opened the door. He held in his hand an ice bucket with a pack of medical blood covered by cubes.
"Police officer, your nourishment." Walter placed the ice bucket in the middle of the only table within the room.
"Take it away, Walter. I won't need that tonight." Celas did not look at Walter. She continued to stare at the wall.
"But you've went on a vampire run. You expended energy. I'll leave it here just in case, for later." Walter started his walk towards the door.
Celas did not say a word. She heard the door open. She waited for it to close. But it never did. She looked at the door. Walter still stood there.
"Police Officer?"
"Yes, Walter?" Celas replied, puzzled by the look on Walter's face. The usual confidence and laxness was gone.
"Master Alucard."
"What about my master? What about him?" Celas jumped off her bed at the mention of her master's name. She ran towards Walter and clung to him. Her red eyes supposedly teary-eyed but no tear just formed. "Is he.?"
"No. He still isn't..."
"But what, Walter? You guys know how to heal him, right? Hellsing should know!"
Walter gently pushed Celas and held her at arms' length. He looked Celas in the eye and shook his head.
"There are some things that even Sir Integra doesn't know."
Celas just fell to her knees and sobbed.
***
Anderson's dilapidated body sat against the van wall. He was fully conscious as though nothing happened to him. He sat there. Eyes gleaming maniacally, they glowed with the blaze of triumph. Finally, he may have felled the legendary Alucard. He clutched a rosary with his good arm, prayed the Creed in Latin and punctuated each verse with a soft but sinister laugh.
***
On the other car in the Iscariot convoy, another Catholic man was jubilant.
"Finally, we have orchestrated the end of the Hellsing Institution. Rome will finally have complete rule! With the FREAK chip still at large, the Iscariots will have the monopoly of vampire slaying in the whole world. More power to the Iscariots, more power to the pope, more power to the Roman Catholic Church." Enrico Maxwell said with his mouth almost frothing with the craze-inducing euphoria of seemed victory.
***
Fergusson assembled his men for debriefing. He addressed them well. Spoke to them as though nothing terrible was actually happening. He praised them for a job well done. After he dismissed his men, he went straight to the operations control room. He wanted to talk to Walter about the situation. He knew that by far, this was the largest crisis they have and probably they would ever have to face.
He found Walter coming down the spiral staircase. The large hall of the mansion was silent and empty save for the two men's steps. They met at the base of the stairs.
"Walter."
"It does not look good, Fergusson."
"I know. But what can we do? Where is Sir Integra?"
"I do not exactly know. She went out of Master Alucard's room and went somewhere in the dungeons. She is in her office," Walter stated.
The two men shared a moment of silence as both seemed to assess the situation. Fergusson kept his officer's stance, body straight, arms tucked at the sides. Walter had his arms akimbo.
Fergusson broke the silence. "But we know how to deal with this right? Sir Integra should know how to deal with this. Her father should have told her."
Walter shook his head, just like her reaction to Celas. "As far as I remember, her father never instructed her of such dealings. Even Master Alucard's existence was not fully revealed by Sir Integra's father."
"But just in case, just in damn bloody case, I would have the troops ready. No Roman dogs would ever trample English soil." Fergusson nodded to Walter as some sort of salute, went out of the mansion and made his way to the troops' barracks.
Walter remained at the base of the stairs. He did not know what to think or say or do.
***
Integra made her way in the maze of dungeons in the very bowels of the Hellsing mansion. She had the map of the labyrinth etched in her mind. She knew every corner and every dead end and every passage there was in the dungeons. Tear drops marked her trail as she moved deftly in the dark.
"A few more. I know it is near," she whispered in between sobs. She held a torch with one hand and felt the walls with the other. She was looking for a certain wall with the Hellsing insignia. A few turns more and she stopped.
She felt the block bearing the symbol with her hand. This was it. She pushed the block, applying force to push the block in.
Trapped stale air began to blow at Integra's face. The whole wall shook as it opened a secret room. The wall rotated 90 degrees, revealing a large area filled with shelves. The shelves themselves were filled with ancient scrolls, tomes and manuscripts.
If there was a question that needed an answer, this secret Hellsing library of arcane scripts probably, held the answer.
To be continued.
Author's Note: I was rushing to finish all my other non-literary works so this took a real while to write. Thanks for all the reviews. Pardon the several months long lapse. I am just recuperating from a heart ailment and other things. And, I barely have time to proofread my works so pardon me for the typographical errors.
This goes out to all those who e-mailed me to continue this story.
False Prophesy Part V: Cure by Blue Flame Burn
Beyond the seeming calm of the rest of the Hellsing Headquarters, its core never became so frantic. Integra, herself, never became so panicky. She took the Valentine Brothers attack without even flinching in front of the other knights. This time it was not even pure anger that ran through her system. It was more of frustration.
It has been a long time since she had went this deep in the dungeons of her keep. But this was the only place she knew she can keep Alucard. Seeing him in such disarray frustrated her. She was used to having control, and when things got a little out of hand, she knew she could count on Alucard to clean the mess up. But this mess concerned Alucard himself. Integra could not even bear looking at Alucard with the gleaming silver blade sticking out of his gut.
Three days. Less. She only had less than three days. The decision was tough. She knew that almost a large part of the survival of the Hellsing Institution relied on Alucard. If she would not give up the Institution, she will lose her prime asset. Either way, she's in a lose-lose situation. She knew she had to find another way.
She could not even say a word as her troops carried Alucard into his quarters in the dungeon. She just watched as they laid him down on his coffin-like bed. Alucard has stopped squirming. In the very essence vampires are undead but this proved different. They have disposed of vampires via standard procedures. But they were low-class vampires. Alucard, probably the most powerful of all, lay there, fallen by the sanctified blade.
"Hang in there," Integra whispered. She left the room without making a sound, as if she would be leaving a sleeping infant in his crib.
***
Celas sat on her coffin-bed, hugging her bent knees. It was nearly daybreak when they got back to the Hellsing mansion. She stared at the grey wall and held out her hand to it. She felt its coldness. She thought of her master. She thought about how Alucard would phase through walls and surprise her with his presence. But none of that would happen. Not now. Her master was a few corridors away, lying on his back, the blade of Longinus still impaled.
A knock broke her reverie. Three consecutive knocks. Walter. She was already accustomed to people's knocks that she could tell who was knocking. The Hellsing steward opened the door. He held in his hand an ice bucket with a pack of medical blood covered by cubes.
"Police officer, your nourishment." Walter placed the ice bucket in the middle of the only table within the room.
"Take it away, Walter. I won't need that tonight." Celas did not look at Walter. She continued to stare at the wall.
"But you've went on a vampire run. You expended energy. I'll leave it here just in case, for later." Walter started his walk towards the door.
Celas did not say a word. She heard the door open. She waited for it to close. But it never did. She looked at the door. Walter still stood there.
"Police Officer?"
"Yes, Walter?" Celas replied, puzzled by the look on Walter's face. The usual confidence and laxness was gone.
"Master Alucard."
"What about my master? What about him?" Celas jumped off her bed at the mention of her master's name. She ran towards Walter and clung to him. Her red eyes supposedly teary-eyed but no tear just formed. "Is he.?"
"No. He still isn't..."
"But what, Walter? You guys know how to heal him, right? Hellsing should know!"
Walter gently pushed Celas and held her at arms' length. He looked Celas in the eye and shook his head.
"There are some things that even Sir Integra doesn't know."
Celas just fell to her knees and sobbed.
***
Anderson's dilapidated body sat against the van wall. He was fully conscious as though nothing happened to him. He sat there. Eyes gleaming maniacally, they glowed with the blaze of triumph. Finally, he may have felled the legendary Alucard. He clutched a rosary with his good arm, prayed the Creed in Latin and punctuated each verse with a soft but sinister laugh.
***
On the other car in the Iscariot convoy, another Catholic man was jubilant.
"Finally, we have orchestrated the end of the Hellsing Institution. Rome will finally have complete rule! With the FREAK chip still at large, the Iscariots will have the monopoly of vampire slaying in the whole world. More power to the Iscariots, more power to the pope, more power to the Roman Catholic Church." Enrico Maxwell said with his mouth almost frothing with the craze-inducing euphoria of seemed victory.
***
Fergusson assembled his men for debriefing. He addressed them well. Spoke to them as though nothing terrible was actually happening. He praised them for a job well done. After he dismissed his men, he went straight to the operations control room. He wanted to talk to Walter about the situation. He knew that by far, this was the largest crisis they have and probably they would ever have to face.
He found Walter coming down the spiral staircase. The large hall of the mansion was silent and empty save for the two men's steps. They met at the base of the stairs.
"Walter."
"It does not look good, Fergusson."
"I know. But what can we do? Where is Sir Integra?"
"I do not exactly know. She went out of Master Alucard's room and went somewhere in the dungeons. She is in her office," Walter stated.
The two men shared a moment of silence as both seemed to assess the situation. Fergusson kept his officer's stance, body straight, arms tucked at the sides. Walter had his arms akimbo.
Fergusson broke the silence. "But we know how to deal with this right? Sir Integra should know how to deal with this. Her father should have told her."
Walter shook his head, just like her reaction to Celas. "As far as I remember, her father never instructed her of such dealings. Even Master Alucard's existence was not fully revealed by Sir Integra's father."
"But just in case, just in damn bloody case, I would have the troops ready. No Roman dogs would ever trample English soil." Fergusson nodded to Walter as some sort of salute, went out of the mansion and made his way to the troops' barracks.
Walter remained at the base of the stairs. He did not know what to think or say or do.
***
Integra made her way in the maze of dungeons in the very bowels of the Hellsing mansion. She had the map of the labyrinth etched in her mind. She knew every corner and every dead end and every passage there was in the dungeons. Tear drops marked her trail as she moved deftly in the dark.
"A few more. I know it is near," she whispered in between sobs. She held a torch with one hand and felt the walls with the other. She was looking for a certain wall with the Hellsing insignia. A few turns more and she stopped.
She felt the block bearing the symbol with her hand. This was it. She pushed the block, applying force to push the block in.
Trapped stale air began to blow at Integra's face. The whole wall shook as it opened a secret room. The wall rotated 90 degrees, revealing a large area filled with shelves. The shelves themselves were filled with ancient scrolls, tomes and manuscripts.
If there was a question that needed an answer, this secret Hellsing library of arcane scripts probably, held the answer.
To be continued.
