I totally adore Heinkel Wolfe. She's bloody brilliant. I really do need to
write a fic centered on her, except I've had no real inspiration for it.
Well, as for this chapter, it was inspired partly by "Blood Canticle" by Anne Rice and partly by thinking about a girl that died on the Kent State campus that was the major news of the day. Her body lay in on her bed inside a dorm room for weeks, the flesh rotting over time and causing quite a stench, yet no one did anything but set cans of Lysol outside of her door to spray away the odor for a trivial amount of time.
Perhaps I am special, or perhaps it is because I grew up on a farm, I can smell death. It has a different stench to it than a regular bad odor. Yet no one on her floor could smell the putrid, black odor for what it was.
So to all the Saints that I offer my prayers to (Gabriel the Archangel and Francis of Assisi) please help ensure that I will not suffer a fate similar to this girl, and please guide her lost soul to heaven, for she needs to be in a place where someone cares finally cares for her. Amen.
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December 25, Christmas Day, London
Anika, Anika, Anika. . . . . God Anika, why? Why did you have to do this to me? To Father and your mother? Why couldn't you have been the innocent and ignorant girl we all believed that you were? What were you trying to prove with this fool-hearted stunt that will lead you to pure madness? Did you truly believe that announcing your engagement to that boyfriend of yours simply because you believe to be with child make everything right in the family?
Or is it that you do not think?
I would wager money on the sheer fact that you are still a virgin. That boyfriend of yours would never even dream of touching you in any sexual manner, as he has not matured from boyhood yet. Of course, he looks like a regular young man, but we've all met him. He is just as naïve and pure as you.
But you HAD to come up with some way of shattering the peace of the family after we have tried to recreate what we were like before I ran away to America. It would have worked too. My plans could have been acted out next August, and you could have been free from the bonds of the family, so why would you want to ruin that?
You must have noticed that Father had seemed incredibly proud of me as he watched me open the gift of the long sword, that centuries old symbol of my upcoming knighthood, and knew that your chance at ever being remembered in the Hellsing family was coming to its end with the presentation of such a simple gift. But to say you are with child? Dear sister, if this is a lie like I believe, you will be in quite a bit of trouble with both Father and your mother, and I can rest assured that you will be disowned from the family and forced to change your surname.
My God.
You want to be forced out of the family.
Anika, you sly, calculating bitch! I must applaud your bravado, for this has to be a shameful and terrible experience for you. I would be lost as to how to carry such a matter out, but you are doing it without flaw!
I will not be as thrilled with your deception if you are doing this to prove to me that I was the stupid one who did not think her plan to escape over for more than five minutes.
But to announce such a thing on Christmas, dear sister, that was poor judgment. You knew that everyone involved with the family would be present at our Christmas dinner. Even the vampires attended this gathering on my Father's insistence, which made you visibly nervous because you were sitting next to Alucard as he slowly drained a blood packet for his meal. Trust me sister, Alucard is not the one to fret about; that honor falls with Argetni.
If you were truly with child, Alucard would have hinted to the entire group about that fact. That is just his nature, and I do not recall him saying a word about you, but speaking of how he wanted to take me down to the dungeons with my newest toy so that he can properly supervise my target practice.
It was only when you saw the sword, which would be used in my knighting that you decided to spin a new web of lies. Lillith's reaction did not surprise me, as any mother does not want to hear of her daughter having a child out of wedlock. Walter and the vampires were silent, then quickly dismissed themselves from our company so that we could all hear your story. And what a story it was! My sister, you have such a talent for lies, and this one is quite a masterpiece.
Father's reaction came as quite a shock. Yes, of course he was angry in your presence, causing you to run away with tears in your eyes, but as soon as you had disappeared from the room, he smiled and told me that I need not worry about ever marrying, as your child could be my heir.
Just wait until the vampires discover your lie Anika. They will hunt you as the dog you are, beating you in to submission before draining your precious lifeblood drop by glorious drop until you are but a mindless ghoul. Argetni has been persistent in declaring that I am the only true and legal heir to Hellsing, and that the line must continue through me and my children. Pray that the vampires never discover how terrible of a liar and a person you are Anika, for as soon as they do; you will not live to see another sunrise.
Devries
Well, as for this chapter, it was inspired partly by "Blood Canticle" by Anne Rice and partly by thinking about a girl that died on the Kent State campus that was the major news of the day. Her body lay in on her bed inside a dorm room for weeks, the flesh rotting over time and causing quite a stench, yet no one did anything but set cans of Lysol outside of her door to spray away the odor for a trivial amount of time.
Perhaps I am special, or perhaps it is because I grew up on a farm, I can smell death. It has a different stench to it than a regular bad odor. Yet no one on her floor could smell the putrid, black odor for what it was.
So to all the Saints that I offer my prayers to (Gabriel the Archangel and Francis of Assisi) please help ensure that I will not suffer a fate similar to this girl, and please guide her lost soul to heaven, for she needs to be in a place where someone cares finally cares for her. Amen.
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December 25, Christmas Day, London
Anika, Anika, Anika. . . . . God Anika, why? Why did you have to do this to me? To Father and your mother? Why couldn't you have been the innocent and ignorant girl we all believed that you were? What were you trying to prove with this fool-hearted stunt that will lead you to pure madness? Did you truly believe that announcing your engagement to that boyfriend of yours simply because you believe to be with child make everything right in the family?
Or is it that you do not think?
I would wager money on the sheer fact that you are still a virgin. That boyfriend of yours would never even dream of touching you in any sexual manner, as he has not matured from boyhood yet. Of course, he looks like a regular young man, but we've all met him. He is just as naïve and pure as you.
But you HAD to come up with some way of shattering the peace of the family after we have tried to recreate what we were like before I ran away to America. It would have worked too. My plans could have been acted out next August, and you could have been free from the bonds of the family, so why would you want to ruin that?
You must have noticed that Father had seemed incredibly proud of me as he watched me open the gift of the long sword, that centuries old symbol of my upcoming knighthood, and knew that your chance at ever being remembered in the Hellsing family was coming to its end with the presentation of such a simple gift. But to say you are with child? Dear sister, if this is a lie like I believe, you will be in quite a bit of trouble with both Father and your mother, and I can rest assured that you will be disowned from the family and forced to change your surname.
My God.
You want to be forced out of the family.
Anika, you sly, calculating bitch! I must applaud your bravado, for this has to be a shameful and terrible experience for you. I would be lost as to how to carry such a matter out, but you are doing it without flaw!
I will not be as thrilled with your deception if you are doing this to prove to me that I was the stupid one who did not think her plan to escape over for more than five minutes.
But to announce such a thing on Christmas, dear sister, that was poor judgment. You knew that everyone involved with the family would be present at our Christmas dinner. Even the vampires attended this gathering on my Father's insistence, which made you visibly nervous because you were sitting next to Alucard as he slowly drained a blood packet for his meal. Trust me sister, Alucard is not the one to fret about; that honor falls with Argetni.
If you were truly with child, Alucard would have hinted to the entire group about that fact. That is just his nature, and I do not recall him saying a word about you, but speaking of how he wanted to take me down to the dungeons with my newest toy so that he can properly supervise my target practice.
It was only when you saw the sword, which would be used in my knighting that you decided to spin a new web of lies. Lillith's reaction did not surprise me, as any mother does not want to hear of her daughter having a child out of wedlock. Walter and the vampires were silent, then quickly dismissed themselves from our company so that we could all hear your story. And what a story it was! My sister, you have such a talent for lies, and this one is quite a masterpiece.
Father's reaction came as quite a shock. Yes, of course he was angry in your presence, causing you to run away with tears in your eyes, but as soon as you had disappeared from the room, he smiled and told me that I need not worry about ever marrying, as your child could be my heir.
Just wait until the vampires discover your lie Anika. They will hunt you as the dog you are, beating you in to submission before draining your precious lifeblood drop by glorious drop until you are but a mindless ghoul. Argetni has been persistent in declaring that I am the only true and legal heir to Hellsing, and that the line must continue through me and my children. Pray that the vampires never discover how terrible of a liar and a person you are Anika, for as soon as they do; you will not live to see another sunrise.
Devries