Now that my prewritten ending is over, you're probably wondering why on
earth I've added more chapters after I've decided to end this fic. Well,
there are a few people still alive, first off, and secondly, those same
people just lived through this tragedy. I think they'd have something to
say about it.
So first to go in the Epilogue, we have Walter the ever faithful servant of the Hellsing family. And I apologize if this chapter is a bit. . . .crappy. The idea came to me while at Eq Team practice as I was riding Tiegi, a weird little pinto thing.
Timeline note- This is in the future by about two decades. I'm assuming that Prince Charles or Prince William will be the head of the British Royal family for this story, and I have been assuming this the entire time.
Responses to reviewers- Alucard's Familiar: *blushes* I'm not THAT good. . . .I do make grammatical mistakes and write the most hellacious run on sentences that mankind has ever known on top of my title "Queen of the Comma Splice". Look at that. I've written an entire paragraph without commas! Go me! *ahem* I'm glad that you enjoyed this crazy story.
Pokkie and KharBevNor- thanks for reading, and I'm glad you enjoyed. Yeah, I do know the ending had some big ol' twists to it, but it's what I felt the story needed. ^_^
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January 18
I did not feel that it was my place as the retainer of the Hellsing family to be the one to document the demise of this most blessed and unfortunate family, and I am incredibly pleased that Miss Victoria has completed that task already. I received her package from America just recently and have archived the works in the family library, though what family remains alive to read such works?
My place is at the side of the leader of the Organization, and I will gladly serve my lady with honor and humility for the rest of my life.
Damned mind. . . .I am the Angel of Death, the Shinigami. I have killed men and ghouls with barely a thought either way on the matter, yet I still must wipe tears from my eyes each time I try to write what happened during those fateful few days in late December, as neither of the Hellsing girls deserved to die in such a manner, especially Devries. Perhaps that is how I should start my tale of the latest change of leadership.
No words can describe the relief that washed over my being as I returned from the SAS offices with Mistress Lillith when I saw Miss Devries kneeling over her sister in the hallway, hugging the corpse to her chest. None of the bullets that hit Miss Devries had done more than tear her clothing. As soon as Miss Devries had completely regenerated, everyone that remained, well, alive, for the lack of a more correct term, from the household, except Argetni, hurried to a nearby pub for drinks to dull the stinging pain of the incident. Not a soul in the entire country would have been able to tell that Miss Devries should have been killed by human standards because of the sheer number of wounds she received. She is mortal, after all, and she could die, a fact that she was fully aware of.
That night, we spoke of how wonderful the knighting ceremony would be, and that the King may even move the event forward because of the incident. Miss Devries chuckled as she slowly sipped her martini, reassuring everyone that she would be fine as soon as she was allowed to execute her plans for the Hellsing Organization, and that we need not fret about her happiness or safety. She could handle herself.
The very next day, Miss Devries attempted suicide.
She waited until Lillith was absent from the manor as she prepared for the two upcoming funerals for her husband and daughter, and she was able to sense when the vampires went out to hunt and decide how to deal with this new situation that the Hellsing Organization currently found itself in. I was the only one to hear the twelve shots ring through the house, and I hurried to her bedroom where I saw a sight that no one should EVER witness in their life, mortal or immortal.
The gun that Miss Devries had in her possession at that time was the replica-Jackal. A normal human or a weak immortal would have been dead from just one shot. Somehow, even though there was but a speck of flesh and bone remaining of what had been her head just minutes before, she had somehow managed to pull the trigger twelve times. Twelve. I cannot even imagine how painful this experience had to be for her.
I was taken back by this bloody scene, unable to move from her doorway as my mind tried to comprehend what was happening. Crimson splotches mixed with the bright pink of tissue and muscle dotted the walls behind her bed, and the powder blue sheets were now completely ruined by the heavy, stinking, spreading blood.
And yet the room did not smell of death.
A blue eye remained fully in tact on the bloody pillow, and as I prayed in a low whisper the iris turned toward me, observing my reaction. A sadness filled the orb as it remained trained on me as I carefully stepped in to the blood-soaked room, and I was finally enlightened.
Devries wanted death, but she was not allowed such a luxury. Argetni had made absolutely certain that this girl would be the leader of Hellsing, no matter what happened.
I wanted to weep for the tragedy of the incident, but instead I, Walter Ddollneazz, pried the replica-Jackal from the girl's grip and pocketed the suicide note from the table next to her bed.
"Do not worry Miss Devries. I will find a way to grant your request."
Why did I say those words to that poor girl who was already starting to regenerate part of her head and neck as if her body refused to leave the mortal realm? Perhaps I could not bear to see someone in such pain that they would risk their own life to be free. Then again, perhaps I did not wish to see this girl harmed by Argetni both mentally and physically.
As I exited the room, I made certain to lock her door so that Lillith would not walk in on her currently deformed daughter and have to remember such a sight for the rest of her life.
Alucard, my friend for so many years, only nodded when I asked if he could help Devries in her plight. I knew that he would rather act like the noble gentleman he had been at his creation rather than the arrogant bastard Argetni had molded him to be.
I am glad that he was able to break the bonds of his servitude to the family. Alucard deserves to be his own vampire and lead his immortal existence as he desires.
I am the only member of the former Hellsing inner circle that still remains in service to the leader of the Organization, but I do not know any other life, nor does a stubborn old man such as myself wish to learn how to lead a new and different lifestyle. I will continue to serve my master until I am called to heaven.
In the wake of this mess, Argetni has decided that instead of creating more scandal and instability for the Hellsing Organization that she will assume the role and name of Devries Fairbrook Hellsing, and has already tricked the mortal police in to believing that she is completely innocent in the death of Miss Anika. I have no idea as to how she was able to accomplish such a feat, but I do not doubt that she has used her vampiric abilities to persuade the authorities. All that remains for my newly-dubbed Devries is to be instated by the King as the leader of the Royal Protestant Knights Hellsing Organization, but His Majesty refused to move the knighting ceremony forward, in respect to the departed members of the Hellsing family.
The body of the real Devries was buried in Integral's grave without anyone knowing what had been done, except, of course, for Lillith and the vampires.
The new Devries is quite the sensation of the Round Table conference, as they are impressed with the sheer strength and resolve of her will. Little do they realize this feisty succubus has sat in this position before, and was able to survive the torment as well.
I pity the fool-hearted individuals that dare approach or cross the lady of the manor.
Walter
So first to go in the Epilogue, we have Walter the ever faithful servant of the Hellsing family. And I apologize if this chapter is a bit. . . .crappy. The idea came to me while at Eq Team practice as I was riding Tiegi, a weird little pinto thing.
Timeline note- This is in the future by about two decades. I'm assuming that Prince Charles or Prince William will be the head of the British Royal family for this story, and I have been assuming this the entire time.
Responses to reviewers- Alucard's Familiar: *blushes* I'm not THAT good. . . .I do make grammatical mistakes and write the most hellacious run on sentences that mankind has ever known on top of my title "Queen of the Comma Splice". Look at that. I've written an entire paragraph without commas! Go me! *ahem* I'm glad that you enjoyed this crazy story.
Pokkie and KharBevNor- thanks for reading, and I'm glad you enjoyed. Yeah, I do know the ending had some big ol' twists to it, but it's what I felt the story needed. ^_^
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January 18
I did not feel that it was my place as the retainer of the Hellsing family to be the one to document the demise of this most blessed and unfortunate family, and I am incredibly pleased that Miss Victoria has completed that task already. I received her package from America just recently and have archived the works in the family library, though what family remains alive to read such works?
My place is at the side of the leader of the Organization, and I will gladly serve my lady with honor and humility for the rest of my life.
Damned mind. . . .I am the Angel of Death, the Shinigami. I have killed men and ghouls with barely a thought either way on the matter, yet I still must wipe tears from my eyes each time I try to write what happened during those fateful few days in late December, as neither of the Hellsing girls deserved to die in such a manner, especially Devries. Perhaps that is how I should start my tale of the latest change of leadership.
No words can describe the relief that washed over my being as I returned from the SAS offices with Mistress Lillith when I saw Miss Devries kneeling over her sister in the hallway, hugging the corpse to her chest. None of the bullets that hit Miss Devries had done more than tear her clothing. As soon as Miss Devries had completely regenerated, everyone that remained, well, alive, for the lack of a more correct term, from the household, except Argetni, hurried to a nearby pub for drinks to dull the stinging pain of the incident. Not a soul in the entire country would have been able to tell that Miss Devries should have been killed by human standards because of the sheer number of wounds she received. She is mortal, after all, and she could die, a fact that she was fully aware of.
That night, we spoke of how wonderful the knighting ceremony would be, and that the King may even move the event forward because of the incident. Miss Devries chuckled as she slowly sipped her martini, reassuring everyone that she would be fine as soon as she was allowed to execute her plans for the Hellsing Organization, and that we need not fret about her happiness or safety. She could handle herself.
The very next day, Miss Devries attempted suicide.
She waited until Lillith was absent from the manor as she prepared for the two upcoming funerals for her husband and daughter, and she was able to sense when the vampires went out to hunt and decide how to deal with this new situation that the Hellsing Organization currently found itself in. I was the only one to hear the twelve shots ring through the house, and I hurried to her bedroom where I saw a sight that no one should EVER witness in their life, mortal or immortal.
The gun that Miss Devries had in her possession at that time was the replica-Jackal. A normal human or a weak immortal would have been dead from just one shot. Somehow, even though there was but a speck of flesh and bone remaining of what had been her head just minutes before, she had somehow managed to pull the trigger twelve times. Twelve. I cannot even imagine how painful this experience had to be for her.
I was taken back by this bloody scene, unable to move from her doorway as my mind tried to comprehend what was happening. Crimson splotches mixed with the bright pink of tissue and muscle dotted the walls behind her bed, and the powder blue sheets were now completely ruined by the heavy, stinking, spreading blood.
And yet the room did not smell of death.
A blue eye remained fully in tact on the bloody pillow, and as I prayed in a low whisper the iris turned toward me, observing my reaction. A sadness filled the orb as it remained trained on me as I carefully stepped in to the blood-soaked room, and I was finally enlightened.
Devries wanted death, but she was not allowed such a luxury. Argetni had made absolutely certain that this girl would be the leader of Hellsing, no matter what happened.
I wanted to weep for the tragedy of the incident, but instead I, Walter Ddollneazz, pried the replica-Jackal from the girl's grip and pocketed the suicide note from the table next to her bed.
"Do not worry Miss Devries. I will find a way to grant your request."
Why did I say those words to that poor girl who was already starting to regenerate part of her head and neck as if her body refused to leave the mortal realm? Perhaps I could not bear to see someone in such pain that they would risk their own life to be free. Then again, perhaps I did not wish to see this girl harmed by Argetni both mentally and physically.
As I exited the room, I made certain to lock her door so that Lillith would not walk in on her currently deformed daughter and have to remember such a sight for the rest of her life.
Alucard, my friend for so many years, only nodded when I asked if he could help Devries in her plight. I knew that he would rather act like the noble gentleman he had been at his creation rather than the arrogant bastard Argetni had molded him to be.
I am glad that he was able to break the bonds of his servitude to the family. Alucard deserves to be his own vampire and lead his immortal existence as he desires.
I am the only member of the former Hellsing inner circle that still remains in service to the leader of the Organization, but I do not know any other life, nor does a stubborn old man such as myself wish to learn how to lead a new and different lifestyle. I will continue to serve my master until I am called to heaven.
In the wake of this mess, Argetni has decided that instead of creating more scandal and instability for the Hellsing Organization that she will assume the role and name of Devries Fairbrook Hellsing, and has already tricked the mortal police in to believing that she is completely innocent in the death of Miss Anika. I have no idea as to how she was able to accomplish such a feat, but I do not doubt that she has used her vampiric abilities to persuade the authorities. All that remains for my newly-dubbed Devries is to be instated by the King as the leader of the Royal Protestant Knights Hellsing Organization, but His Majesty refused to move the knighting ceremony forward, in respect to the departed members of the Hellsing family.
The body of the real Devries was buried in Integral's grave without anyone knowing what had been done, except, of course, for Lillith and the vampires.
The new Devries is quite the sensation of the Round Table conference, as they are impressed with the sheer strength and resolve of her will. Little do they realize this feisty succubus has sat in this position before, and was able to survive the torment as well.
I pity the fool-hearted individuals that dare approach or cross the lady of the manor.
Walter