You know the best way not to get a review for a chapter? Forgetting to post
it. So I apologize for the whining in the last chapter about not having
reviews. . . . because once I got to ff.net, I realized I hadn't posted.
So yeah. This is the last chapter that you can review to participate in the "guess the ending" contest, so review and make your predictions! ^_^
And I do like all reviews. Every single last one of them.
To respond to a review by Thess: Thank you so much for reading it all this time. ^_^ But as for those few things, here's what goes on inside my head for the Dis- series. In Order 10, you see a photo on the desk of what I assume is Integral's mother holding her as a baby. The woman is wrapped in a sarong, which much is plain to see. Building on the fact that India was a former British territory, I've decided that Ms. Wingates is part-blooded Indian and she lived there for a time, hence the clothing. (I also do realize that in Order 9 that they infer Integral's mother is dead, just when I started writing this I didn't take the whole scene with Carmilla in to account) Integral was so pale because she doesn't go outside, and Devries just happened to get a throwback gene to give her an olive complexion. (which does happen- my dad's side of the family is part African, I'm about as pale as any white person could be, my dad has mocha skin, and my cousin, who is as pale as me, married a white man and had black children that have been paternity tested as her husband's.)
As for regenerators, who honestly knows what the truth is about them? I'm combining several mythologies to make the fact that a part-blooded vampire that is born that way, not turned, is a regenerator.
And I'm not adding any more organizations to this fic. It's going to center on the family until the end. (eep. . . .can't give away too many hints)
And to Mitsubishi, who reviewed but didn't leave a way for me to contact you, Harker is just Harker. He is the son of Richard Hellsing, Integral's uncle that she killed in the series, and because of the need for a quick marriage so that the Organization could be moved to a new leader without scandal, he was chosen because he had received a little training to do so as a boy. He does carry his father's sentiments of "I'm better than you" toward most everybody, but that's just him. And he calls her Teggy because he always called her Teggy. It's a joke between a couple of my friends saying that us Dutch have a nickname for EVERYTHING. . . . .and it seems that we do.
I'm skipping a few days in this timeline of events, and for those who wish to read why, please go to chapter 6 in Disregard before you read chapter 29 of Dishonor. If you don't care, then just read this.
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December 20, London
Just five more days until Christmas, and then I will be allowed to return to school in Belgium so I can leave behind this overly tense atmosphere between those of the Hellsing family.
Ever since Devries, Walter, and I returned with the vampires to the London manor, verbal quarrels have been taking place most every few hours, if not more frequently. Mother wants to reprimand Devries for her blatant disregard for the authority of her father and the Organization. Father wishes to remove her indefinitely from the position of the heiress, but force her to marry the successor he chooses for himself. Devries, she does not wish to be here, and stays locked in her room, only allowing Walter in to bring her tea or meals, but reprimanding him if he does not leave her presence within the few seconds it takes to place the tray on the table near the door.
But the worst arguments stem from Argetni and Father, as the vampire in our service obviously wishes for more liberties for her own demonic existence, and also to take Devries out of his care so that she can mould the girl in the image she feels is correct for the leader of Hellsing. I hear them arguing incessantly as they sit in the office that is just two away from my room, and it is not pleasant.
I do not understand why this vampire Argetni cares so much about my sister and her role in the Organization. She is but a mere servant of Father's, and she will be a servant to whoever is named leader. Does it matter who is her master? It should not, for she is just a wicked demon with a will of her own, not a part of the family. Our family can never be tainted by the impure blood of that kind.
Father does not want to see Devries leave the family, even though he sometimes acts as if he does not care for her as much as he cares about me. It is just a different sort of respect that he shows my sister, as she is destined for much greater things than I will ever hope to accomplish.
I tried to speak with Devries earlier today, but she is still angry with me for bringing the vampires and Walter to America to find her. She says I have betrayed her trust, and I fear that she is correct. I did tell Mother and Father of Devries disappearance, but neither of them is ignorant. They would have realized that the heiress was missing sooner or later, and then the vampires would have been dispatched to retrieve her.
But my bullheaded sister refuses to see anything other than the vision of the world that resides in her imagination. It is the world where she is just a regular girl with a supernatural ability to detect vampires, but she does not use her powers for more than self-preservation. It is a world where she is free to make her own decisions and live her own life how she wishes.
That is not the life awarded to the first born of Hellsing. It never has been.
I left her bedroom and tried to speak with Seras and Walter both, but neither had time to listen to me, as they both rudely stated before going about whatever business they are currently attending.
Mother, who I can usually turn to, is preparing a trip to Rome in place of Father, as he needs to sort out this mess with Devries before my seventeenth birthday, so that I can be named heiress if she cannot be convinced to fulfill her destiny. She also refused to talk, but then handed me a credit card so I could go shopping for the holidays. Maybe a trip to Harrod's would cheer me up, and perhaps I can find something suitable as a gift for my sister to feel welcomed with the family yet again.
I do hope that Devries decides to have a happy Christmas this year, her last one before leading our glorious family and Organization in to a new generation.
Anika
So yeah. This is the last chapter that you can review to participate in the "guess the ending" contest, so review and make your predictions! ^_^
And I do like all reviews. Every single last one of them.
To respond to a review by Thess: Thank you so much for reading it all this time. ^_^ But as for those few things, here's what goes on inside my head for the Dis- series. In Order 10, you see a photo on the desk of what I assume is Integral's mother holding her as a baby. The woman is wrapped in a sarong, which much is plain to see. Building on the fact that India was a former British territory, I've decided that Ms. Wingates is part-blooded Indian and she lived there for a time, hence the clothing. (I also do realize that in Order 9 that they infer Integral's mother is dead, just when I started writing this I didn't take the whole scene with Carmilla in to account) Integral was so pale because she doesn't go outside, and Devries just happened to get a throwback gene to give her an olive complexion. (which does happen- my dad's side of the family is part African, I'm about as pale as any white person could be, my dad has mocha skin, and my cousin, who is as pale as me, married a white man and had black children that have been paternity tested as her husband's.)
As for regenerators, who honestly knows what the truth is about them? I'm combining several mythologies to make the fact that a part-blooded vampire that is born that way, not turned, is a regenerator.
And I'm not adding any more organizations to this fic. It's going to center on the family until the end. (eep. . . .can't give away too many hints)
And to Mitsubishi, who reviewed but didn't leave a way for me to contact you, Harker is just Harker. He is the son of Richard Hellsing, Integral's uncle that she killed in the series, and because of the need for a quick marriage so that the Organization could be moved to a new leader without scandal, he was chosen because he had received a little training to do so as a boy. He does carry his father's sentiments of "I'm better than you" toward most everybody, but that's just him. And he calls her Teggy because he always called her Teggy. It's a joke between a couple of my friends saying that us Dutch have a nickname for EVERYTHING. . . . .and it seems that we do.
I'm skipping a few days in this timeline of events, and for those who wish to read why, please go to chapter 6 in Disregard before you read chapter 29 of Dishonor. If you don't care, then just read this.
~*~*~*~*~
December 20, London
Just five more days until Christmas, and then I will be allowed to return to school in Belgium so I can leave behind this overly tense atmosphere between those of the Hellsing family.
Ever since Devries, Walter, and I returned with the vampires to the London manor, verbal quarrels have been taking place most every few hours, if not more frequently. Mother wants to reprimand Devries for her blatant disregard for the authority of her father and the Organization. Father wishes to remove her indefinitely from the position of the heiress, but force her to marry the successor he chooses for himself. Devries, she does not wish to be here, and stays locked in her room, only allowing Walter in to bring her tea or meals, but reprimanding him if he does not leave her presence within the few seconds it takes to place the tray on the table near the door.
But the worst arguments stem from Argetni and Father, as the vampire in our service obviously wishes for more liberties for her own demonic existence, and also to take Devries out of his care so that she can mould the girl in the image she feels is correct for the leader of Hellsing. I hear them arguing incessantly as they sit in the office that is just two away from my room, and it is not pleasant.
I do not understand why this vampire Argetni cares so much about my sister and her role in the Organization. She is but a mere servant of Father's, and she will be a servant to whoever is named leader. Does it matter who is her master? It should not, for she is just a wicked demon with a will of her own, not a part of the family. Our family can never be tainted by the impure blood of that kind.
Father does not want to see Devries leave the family, even though he sometimes acts as if he does not care for her as much as he cares about me. It is just a different sort of respect that he shows my sister, as she is destined for much greater things than I will ever hope to accomplish.
I tried to speak with Devries earlier today, but she is still angry with me for bringing the vampires and Walter to America to find her. She says I have betrayed her trust, and I fear that she is correct. I did tell Mother and Father of Devries disappearance, but neither of them is ignorant. They would have realized that the heiress was missing sooner or later, and then the vampires would have been dispatched to retrieve her.
But my bullheaded sister refuses to see anything other than the vision of the world that resides in her imagination. It is the world where she is just a regular girl with a supernatural ability to detect vampires, but she does not use her powers for more than self-preservation. It is a world where she is free to make her own decisions and live her own life how she wishes.
That is not the life awarded to the first born of Hellsing. It never has been.
I left her bedroom and tried to speak with Seras and Walter both, but neither had time to listen to me, as they both rudely stated before going about whatever business they are currently attending.
Mother, who I can usually turn to, is preparing a trip to Rome in place of Father, as he needs to sort out this mess with Devries before my seventeenth birthday, so that I can be named heiress if she cannot be convinced to fulfill her destiny. She also refused to talk, but then handed me a credit card so I could go shopping for the holidays. Maybe a trip to Harrod's would cheer me up, and perhaps I can find something suitable as a gift for my sister to feel welcomed with the family yet again.
I do hope that Devries decides to have a happy Christmas this year, her last one before leading our glorious family and Organization in to a new generation.
Anika