I don't think there's a single piece of music that has inspired this fic,
which is highly unusual for my works. . . . .
Same disclaimers, same everything. . . . .Hell, even the same character is speaking. FYI, kliks is the abbreviation for kilometers used in Europe and Canada, and perhaps other places as well. And since Mew really does think in metric for some odd and unknown reason, I'll be using it instead of the traditional American measurements.
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November 3
Why I decided to wait for Argetni on the roof in a country that is located on the North Sea during winter is beyond my comprehension. But as I finally heard Anika's breathing grow steady and deep, I quietly slipped my shoes and coat on before wrapping my blanket around my shoulders, climbing out the window of our room and on to the roof, where I silently awaited for her.
It did not take very long for Argetni to come by in a blast of icy wind that picked me up from the rooftop and carried me a few kliks away from the house where my sister and I reside before setting me down on the sidewalk, then helping me wrap the blanket over my shoulders better, as it had been disturbed during the flight from the rooftop.
I could do absolutely nothing but stare at the vampire in front of me, as I was in utter shock. I still cannot believe what I saw. Argetni, for all her absolute beauty which is the result of her succubic nature, is just a few centimeters taller version of me.
She was wearing an androgynous green suit, accented by a blue tie and a golden cross pin, and perfectly round violet glasses that made her reddened eyes appear almost human. This woman was the same as every painting and photograph of my mother that I had ever seen!
Needless to say, this haunting resemblance between this Argetni and Integral Hellsing frightened me. Quickly, I pulled my gun, aiming for the monster's head, screaming that I was the rightful heir to Hellsing, and that she would pay for this trick she was trying to pull, and if she harmed me, she would have hell to pay, because my father would have her hunted.
Apparently, the comment about my father amused Argetni, and she began to laugh, needing to wipe the blood tears from her eyes a few times when I asked her what was so funny about Harker van Hellsing.
"Harker is hilarious because that dolt would be glad to see you dead at my hands beloved, for then your sister would be in charge of my Organization, and I would go in to the sun for my sins, leaving him free to run Hellsing as a Catholic friendly and American-like association."
Why I remember her first words to me, I am not certain, but seeing this vampire that looks like me poking fun at my father was actually calming for my nerves. She made absolute sense, since even I feel that my father is spreading Hellsing too thin and that he spends too much time worrying about trying to please the Vatican by signing treaties and policing non-Anglican nations.
Argetni began to then recount my birth and life, telling me intimate secrets that not even my parents or sister know, like how I would sneak down to the dungeons of the manor in London and came across furnished rooms with no inhabitants, or that I secretly used to have a crush on Walter, or even that I secretly wondered why I had to be granted such height, since girls should be willowy and short, like my sister Anika.
Argetni sighed as she lit a cigar, and leaned against a building before continuing with her stories, explaining how and why she became the vampire I saw before me, and that if I needed to check for absolute accuracy of her tales, that I should use my dhampiric abilities to probe her mind, since she would let me.
It was hard to swallow this truth, as Hellsing family members are supposed to have the sense and honor to their pure family blood to end their own existences if they become tainted with the blood of the undead, and yet, Argetni seemed proud of her new life as a succubus, and of the fact that she is a member of the true undead.
How could I have been so blind to the truth about my mother, especially after all this time? Lillith constantly dropped hints about being afraid for her life if "number one" ever became jealous of her new title, and also dear Walter would always tell me that I would be meeting my mother soon enough. I just figured that I would die early like every other Hellsing leader before me, so I would see her in heaven.
God help me for the sins of my parents.
Argetni then offered to take me for something to drink, and though I was wrapped in a blanket and wearing night clothes, I agreed to her offer, and we ended up walking to a small pub just inside the city limits, where we sat and I had a glass of white wine while Argetni ordered herself a Bloody Mary, forcing me to take a sip before she pulled out a flask from her suit pocket and dropped some real blood in the drink before she began to drink on her own accord.
Argetni just questioned me until closing time about my training, what I had learned and what I did not feel I knew adequately, and if Anika had any ambition of taking over the Organization. I answered these easily enough, and the vampire at the table with me seemed pleased with most of my answers, but she did not like the lack of training I had received with my regeneration skills, as I had just learned about my possession of the gift the day before.
Granted, there is no way she would ever send me to Father Anderson or any of the other Vatican lackeys that have the same ability for training, but she said that her maker Alucard would be able to teach me how to do such things, but that I would need Harker's permission before I considered doing any training with either her or Alucard, because she did not wish to be labeled as a traitor to the Organization.
I must write father and have a written response from him so that I can hand Argetni the piece of paper offering his consent of the lessons, which I will do shortly. Father should be easy to convince if this Argetni is truly a great vampire and teacher as she says she is.
As soon as the pub closed for the night, Argetni led me to the center of town, where we stood admiring the statues around the city and we passed the night speaking of trivialities of both of our lives, and we had a good laugh about my father yet again when she told me that she told him that all of her partners would need to go to Belgium to hunt down some escaped FREAK vampires since he believed her lies, and never questioned her motives for doing practically anything for the Organization.
Argetni took me home after the long night, caressing my cheeks with her cold yet soft hands and kissing my forehead many times before taking her leave, promising to return tomorrow so I could meet Alucard and Seras so long as I did not tell Anika of her visit or anything else that we may discuss in any upcoming visits by either her, Alucard, or Seras.
I want to believe this vampire's story about who she was as a human and what she is now, but I cannot fully believe that my father would have bedded an undead creature, and then the same undead creature was able to conceive and carry a child in order to have me so I could lead the Hellsing Organization. Father may be easy to joke about, but he does have sense and honor about his actions.
I will write again about my meeting with Argenti that we planned for tomorrow as soon as I get the chance, as I have spent too much time writing this entry and also staying out with Argetni, as I still have a composition due for Flemish, which I have not started yet, and it is due in three hours.
Devries
Same disclaimers, same everything. . . . .Hell, even the same character is speaking. FYI, kliks is the abbreviation for kilometers used in Europe and Canada, and perhaps other places as well. And since Mew really does think in metric for some odd and unknown reason, I'll be using it instead of the traditional American measurements.
~*~*~*~*~
November 3
Why I decided to wait for Argetni on the roof in a country that is located on the North Sea during winter is beyond my comprehension. But as I finally heard Anika's breathing grow steady and deep, I quietly slipped my shoes and coat on before wrapping my blanket around my shoulders, climbing out the window of our room and on to the roof, where I silently awaited for her.
It did not take very long for Argetni to come by in a blast of icy wind that picked me up from the rooftop and carried me a few kliks away from the house where my sister and I reside before setting me down on the sidewalk, then helping me wrap the blanket over my shoulders better, as it had been disturbed during the flight from the rooftop.
I could do absolutely nothing but stare at the vampire in front of me, as I was in utter shock. I still cannot believe what I saw. Argetni, for all her absolute beauty which is the result of her succubic nature, is just a few centimeters taller version of me.
She was wearing an androgynous green suit, accented by a blue tie and a golden cross pin, and perfectly round violet glasses that made her reddened eyes appear almost human. This woman was the same as every painting and photograph of my mother that I had ever seen!
Needless to say, this haunting resemblance between this Argetni and Integral Hellsing frightened me. Quickly, I pulled my gun, aiming for the monster's head, screaming that I was the rightful heir to Hellsing, and that she would pay for this trick she was trying to pull, and if she harmed me, she would have hell to pay, because my father would have her hunted.
Apparently, the comment about my father amused Argetni, and she began to laugh, needing to wipe the blood tears from her eyes a few times when I asked her what was so funny about Harker van Hellsing.
"Harker is hilarious because that dolt would be glad to see you dead at my hands beloved, for then your sister would be in charge of my Organization, and I would go in to the sun for my sins, leaving him free to run Hellsing as a Catholic friendly and American-like association."
Why I remember her first words to me, I am not certain, but seeing this vampire that looks like me poking fun at my father was actually calming for my nerves. She made absolute sense, since even I feel that my father is spreading Hellsing too thin and that he spends too much time worrying about trying to please the Vatican by signing treaties and policing non-Anglican nations.
Argetni began to then recount my birth and life, telling me intimate secrets that not even my parents or sister know, like how I would sneak down to the dungeons of the manor in London and came across furnished rooms with no inhabitants, or that I secretly used to have a crush on Walter, or even that I secretly wondered why I had to be granted such height, since girls should be willowy and short, like my sister Anika.
Argetni sighed as she lit a cigar, and leaned against a building before continuing with her stories, explaining how and why she became the vampire I saw before me, and that if I needed to check for absolute accuracy of her tales, that I should use my dhampiric abilities to probe her mind, since she would let me.
It was hard to swallow this truth, as Hellsing family members are supposed to have the sense and honor to their pure family blood to end their own existences if they become tainted with the blood of the undead, and yet, Argetni seemed proud of her new life as a succubus, and of the fact that she is a member of the true undead.
How could I have been so blind to the truth about my mother, especially after all this time? Lillith constantly dropped hints about being afraid for her life if "number one" ever became jealous of her new title, and also dear Walter would always tell me that I would be meeting my mother soon enough. I just figured that I would die early like every other Hellsing leader before me, so I would see her in heaven.
God help me for the sins of my parents.
Argetni then offered to take me for something to drink, and though I was wrapped in a blanket and wearing night clothes, I agreed to her offer, and we ended up walking to a small pub just inside the city limits, where we sat and I had a glass of white wine while Argetni ordered herself a Bloody Mary, forcing me to take a sip before she pulled out a flask from her suit pocket and dropped some real blood in the drink before she began to drink on her own accord.
Argetni just questioned me until closing time about my training, what I had learned and what I did not feel I knew adequately, and if Anika had any ambition of taking over the Organization. I answered these easily enough, and the vampire at the table with me seemed pleased with most of my answers, but she did not like the lack of training I had received with my regeneration skills, as I had just learned about my possession of the gift the day before.
Granted, there is no way she would ever send me to Father Anderson or any of the other Vatican lackeys that have the same ability for training, but she said that her maker Alucard would be able to teach me how to do such things, but that I would need Harker's permission before I considered doing any training with either her or Alucard, because she did not wish to be labeled as a traitor to the Organization.
I must write father and have a written response from him so that I can hand Argetni the piece of paper offering his consent of the lessons, which I will do shortly. Father should be easy to convince if this Argetni is truly a great vampire and teacher as she says she is.
As soon as the pub closed for the night, Argetni led me to the center of town, where we stood admiring the statues around the city and we passed the night speaking of trivialities of both of our lives, and we had a good laugh about my father yet again when she told me that she told him that all of her partners would need to go to Belgium to hunt down some escaped FREAK vampires since he believed her lies, and never questioned her motives for doing practically anything for the Organization.
Argetni took me home after the long night, caressing my cheeks with her cold yet soft hands and kissing my forehead many times before taking her leave, promising to return tomorrow so I could meet Alucard and Seras so long as I did not tell Anika of her visit or anything else that we may discuss in any upcoming visits by either her, Alucard, or Seras.
I want to believe this vampire's story about who she was as a human and what she is now, but I cannot fully believe that my father would have bedded an undead creature, and then the same undead creature was able to conceive and carry a child in order to have me so I could lead the Hellsing Organization. Father may be easy to joke about, but he does have sense and honor about his actions.
I will write again about my meeting with Argenti that we planned for tomorrow as soon as I get the chance, as I have spent too much time writing this entry and also staying out with Argetni, as I still have a composition due for Flemish, which I have not started yet, and it is due in three hours.
Devries