Well, I'm back from Jersey, and it was wonderful fun! But now I'm so
involved with horse things that I've got finals, making 4 horses
competition-ready by January, playing show manager for one show in
December, and playing judge for another December show, topped with making
the uber-lesson plan for my student teaching class (it's about pollution
and lake ecosystems. . . .joy). And somehow, in this mess, I've still got
to work. So we can see where writing fics would be on this list. . . .
I apologize for the lack of updates, but I do think this will be ending shortly, unless I get more ideas.
I didn't get a SINGLE review for the last chapter either, not even a "hey I read the update" through IM. I'm dead serious about having that guess the outcome contest with a manga series as a prize. (or doujinshi. I've got over 100 that sit in a chest in my room. Or perhaps a Fantastic Four #25 would spark interest) Even if you're not participating in the guessing game, please review. It just makes me happy to hear from my readers.
And if you're interested in knowing more about the person behind Mew, an entire biography can be found at (though it's kinda boring because it's 100% factual)
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December 6
Chicago, IL, USA
Why did I decide to bring my beloved journal of my old life along with me in my quest for absolute freedom from the confines of my family and duty? Is it not a reminder of the servitude and bond I share with generations upon generations of Abram's descendants to a world that does not even believe in creatures such as those we are pledged to destroy? As I have learned in America, Hellsing and everything involved with her are mere stories used to lull children in to a wicked sleep.
And yet I write in here as if nothing has changed between my family and me, and I pretend that I have not changed even the slightest bit as I lay on my stomach on the rented bed with one hand twirling in my hair as my other writes. I am quite pathetic for being so childish as to not be able to leave children's activities and delusions behind me forever.
I cannot pinpoint the exact day or time that I decided that I could no longer deal with the pressures and responsibilities that the heir of Hellsing is expected to bear throughout his or her entire life, but it seemed as if a fog had been lifted from my mind over the course of the recent months. I can finally see that the sacrifice that we all make as members of the glorious Hellsing family is for naught, as we will all die early and unloved from the nature of our work.
Never was I a problem child. Never did I beg my father to allow me a day away from the rigorous training that he subjected me to because of my birthright. No, I saw what a whining, materialistic child looked like to observers because of my sister Anika. I decided at an early age that I would be a studious and praiseworthy child for both my father and my allegedly deceased mother. The years spent in the mundane existence of a proper lady and heiress allowed me even more opportunities to show how exquisite and genteel I had trained myself to be, but also to prove how determined and strong-willed a future matriarch of the Hellsing family must be in order to survive the male tradition of the Round Table and world of the elite.
Anika. I do envy her child-like innocence and radiant beauty that shines from within her pure, uncorrupted soul. My dear sister is blessed to have been born to a woman other than Integral Wingates, for she never will have to bury a dark secret deep inside her, for darkness of the soul leads to corruption of the body and mind.
. . . . .
Damned pen. That comment should be stricken from this entry as it sounds as if some sort of innuendo, but alas, even if I were to scratch the words from this side of the paper, a skilled eye could still discern the words from the other side.
I mean to say that Anika has not been tainted from birth with some sort of torturous fact, like I was every time someone mentioned how brave I was for living without my mother, or how perfect I was for taking interest in the matters of Hellsing. Who would take interest in the matters of Hellsing if I did not?
I am not certain if I regret running away from my family and the traditions associated with our name. For the first time in my life, I am enjoying the choices that I am making, and although I am a fugitive in a foreign land, I have finally opened up and relaxed, though it was difficult to force myself to go do things regular teenagers do, like go to night clubs or to 'hang out with friends', as the new acquaintances I have found in this dreary city say to each other.
Yes, for the first time in my life, I have successfully made friendly acquaintances with people of my own age. These Americans, while quite base, are jovial and kind souls that are looking for no more in life than fun. They laughed at my name, but more for the aesthetic value of being named Hellsing than joking about the fact that vampires and the Organization exist only in my imagination. I have been invited out again tonight with these young men and women to some sort of Christmas party, though why anyone would have a Christmas party almost a month before the actual holiday boggles my mind.
But while I am having fun with my new life, I cannot help to wonder what is the fate of Hellsing now that her heiress has forsaken her? Will Anika be forced to take the leading role and learn all of the family's secrets? Will Father choose one not of the bloodline to govern the estate? Will Lillith offer to bear another child to be brainwashed into the service of Hellsing? Or will my mother just take power once again to be the eternal leader of Hellsing?
I pity whoever is chosen.
I can feel both Seras' and Argetni's presences as they make their way across this country. Father was incredibly ignorant to send two vampires after me, for I know that they are coming. He would have done better to send common troops in plain clothes to kidnap me, for then I would not have prior warning of the presence of Hellsing, and I could not run from this place days before the vampires descend on me.
I will not run any longer. Seras and Argetni will come to Chicago, and they will be in for a surprise. I cannot say if I will fight to remain here or if I will grudgingly return to my studies in London, but if I must be forced to do something that I do not wish, those two blasted vampires will be forced to do the same.
Ahh, I need to prepare for this so-called party tonight. Hailey and Kirsten forced me to go shopping earlier in the day to buy me a corset and skirt so I can fit in with the rest of the group at this gathering, so I must go accustom myself to wearing something so tight and revealing.
But tonight shall be fun, for they've planned for me to meet a friend of theirs that I will apparently adore, or so I've been told. I just pray that this James is not some bloody bastard that will just be making unwanted advances the entire night.
A Hellsing, Always and Forevermore,
Devries
I apologize for the lack of updates, but I do think this will be ending shortly, unless I get more ideas.
I didn't get a SINGLE review for the last chapter either, not even a "hey I read the update" through IM. I'm dead serious about having that guess the outcome contest with a manga series as a prize. (or doujinshi. I've got over 100 that sit in a chest in my room. Or perhaps a Fantastic Four #25 would spark interest) Even if you're not participating in the guessing game, please review. It just makes me happy to hear from my readers.
And if you're interested in knowing more about the person behind Mew, an entire biography can be found at (though it's kinda boring because it's 100% factual)
~*~*~*~*~
December 6
Chicago, IL, USA
Why did I decide to bring my beloved journal of my old life along with me in my quest for absolute freedom from the confines of my family and duty? Is it not a reminder of the servitude and bond I share with generations upon generations of Abram's descendants to a world that does not even believe in creatures such as those we are pledged to destroy? As I have learned in America, Hellsing and everything involved with her are mere stories used to lull children in to a wicked sleep.
And yet I write in here as if nothing has changed between my family and me, and I pretend that I have not changed even the slightest bit as I lay on my stomach on the rented bed with one hand twirling in my hair as my other writes. I am quite pathetic for being so childish as to not be able to leave children's activities and delusions behind me forever.
I cannot pinpoint the exact day or time that I decided that I could no longer deal with the pressures and responsibilities that the heir of Hellsing is expected to bear throughout his or her entire life, but it seemed as if a fog had been lifted from my mind over the course of the recent months. I can finally see that the sacrifice that we all make as members of the glorious Hellsing family is for naught, as we will all die early and unloved from the nature of our work.
Never was I a problem child. Never did I beg my father to allow me a day away from the rigorous training that he subjected me to because of my birthright. No, I saw what a whining, materialistic child looked like to observers because of my sister Anika. I decided at an early age that I would be a studious and praiseworthy child for both my father and my allegedly deceased mother. The years spent in the mundane existence of a proper lady and heiress allowed me even more opportunities to show how exquisite and genteel I had trained myself to be, but also to prove how determined and strong-willed a future matriarch of the Hellsing family must be in order to survive the male tradition of the Round Table and world of the elite.
Anika. I do envy her child-like innocence and radiant beauty that shines from within her pure, uncorrupted soul. My dear sister is blessed to have been born to a woman other than Integral Wingates, for she never will have to bury a dark secret deep inside her, for darkness of the soul leads to corruption of the body and mind.
. . . . .
Damned pen. That comment should be stricken from this entry as it sounds as if some sort of innuendo, but alas, even if I were to scratch the words from this side of the paper, a skilled eye could still discern the words from the other side.
I mean to say that Anika has not been tainted from birth with some sort of torturous fact, like I was every time someone mentioned how brave I was for living without my mother, or how perfect I was for taking interest in the matters of Hellsing. Who would take interest in the matters of Hellsing if I did not?
I am not certain if I regret running away from my family and the traditions associated with our name. For the first time in my life, I am enjoying the choices that I am making, and although I am a fugitive in a foreign land, I have finally opened up and relaxed, though it was difficult to force myself to go do things regular teenagers do, like go to night clubs or to 'hang out with friends', as the new acquaintances I have found in this dreary city say to each other.
Yes, for the first time in my life, I have successfully made friendly acquaintances with people of my own age. These Americans, while quite base, are jovial and kind souls that are looking for no more in life than fun. They laughed at my name, but more for the aesthetic value of being named Hellsing than joking about the fact that vampires and the Organization exist only in my imagination. I have been invited out again tonight with these young men and women to some sort of Christmas party, though why anyone would have a Christmas party almost a month before the actual holiday boggles my mind.
But while I am having fun with my new life, I cannot help to wonder what is the fate of Hellsing now that her heiress has forsaken her? Will Anika be forced to take the leading role and learn all of the family's secrets? Will Father choose one not of the bloodline to govern the estate? Will Lillith offer to bear another child to be brainwashed into the service of Hellsing? Or will my mother just take power once again to be the eternal leader of Hellsing?
I pity whoever is chosen.
I can feel both Seras' and Argetni's presences as they make their way across this country. Father was incredibly ignorant to send two vampires after me, for I know that they are coming. He would have done better to send common troops in plain clothes to kidnap me, for then I would not have prior warning of the presence of Hellsing, and I could not run from this place days before the vampires descend on me.
I will not run any longer. Seras and Argetni will come to Chicago, and they will be in for a surprise. I cannot say if I will fight to remain here or if I will grudgingly return to my studies in London, but if I must be forced to do something that I do not wish, those two blasted vampires will be forced to do the same.
Ahh, I need to prepare for this so-called party tonight. Hailey and Kirsten forced me to go shopping earlier in the day to buy me a corset and skirt so I can fit in with the rest of the group at this gathering, so I must go accustom myself to wearing something so tight and revealing.
But tonight shall be fun, for they've planned for me to meet a friend of theirs that I will apparently adore, or so I've been told. I just pray that this James is not some bloody bastard that will just be making unwanted advances the entire night.
A Hellsing, Always and Forevermore,
Devries