Chapter 1 - Bands, Books, and Flowers:
So far, this last week had been very uneventful. All she'd had to do was sit around the castle and do nothing. She'd been playing a lot of board games recently, and reading a lot of books to kill her time. She wanted to play Monopoly against Walter, but when she asked two days ago him, he refused politely.
She'd also gone to meet some of the soldiers. They seemed to be a bunch of stuck-up assholes at the moment, complaining about how she was nothing more than a schoolgirl. True, it offended her, but she ignored it, because she was going to show them how good a leader she really was.
She removed her glasses and cleaned them off with the edge of her shirt, before putting them back on and sinking into the armchair that was her new throne. She stifled a giggle as she found the seat to be more comfortable than she expected, and sank into the seat.
Integra knew she would get bored soon, though, and she wondered about whether or not she should buy a computer console. That would make it a lot more fun, as all she would have to do for most of the time would be to sit and play computer games.
Or maybe not, she knew she had to be serious, because those higher-ups probably wouldn't be happy about her being in power, and would probably want to get rid of her at any chance they could. She didn't want to screw up her chances, and become a disgrace to her father.
As Integra stared at the grey, empty stone walls, she wondered if she should have it decorated. Maybe she could put some wallpaper up, but nothing like flowers or covering the room with photographs of members from bands, like Black Sabbath, AC/DC or Queen's members.
Ah, forget it, she thought as she looked around the room for something else to think about. She saw a book lying on the floor, but she couldn't read the title. She tried to reach it from her seat, but she couldn't. The book was at that distance all things seem to be when someone wants to get them from the floor without moving, and that is just too far away.
Integra left the chair and picked up the book carefully, as though it was a masterpiece and she didn't want to break it, and carefully turned the page from a blank page, to an index. The book itself was dusty, and Integra knew that a lot of old books contained useful info.
Integra saw one section that caught her eye. It had been circled in red pen, called "Vampyres and Ghouls XII - IXX". Integra turned to page 12, the start of the article. She hoped this would have something interesting in it, such as how to handle them. She knew nothing about it right now, and if she could learn, she might be able to pass on her knowledge to her little army of undead destroyers.
Integra began to quickly read through the book, and noted on the child-like writing, complete with smudges on the paper. There probably weren't more than 2 sheets worth of A4 paper in article on vampires.
She was about to read a section called "Ways to kill a vampire" when the phone rang, startling her. She dropped the book and went over to the phone. It rang as she stared at it; she wasn't sure what she should do if it was something important.
Hesitantly, she picked it up, sitting on the chair as she did. She put her ear to the receiver. 'Hello?' she asked quietly. There was no response from the phone, so she raised her voice. 'Hello?' she asked again. Someone replied back this time.
'Code yellow; C46-21: two-unknown, Cambridge. Your command,' began the voice, followed by a 'madam?' which had come onto the end of the conversation to make it more polite, though Integra could almost feel the voice's lack of respect.
The miserable voice waited impatiently for a reply from Integra, despite the fact she had no idea what the he, for it was almost definitely a he, was talking about. Integra felt weird speaking to this person, she felt almost as though she should be scared of him and give him a lot of respect.
'I don't know.' Integra finally replied. She wanted to say something verbal to him, but she didn't. She refused to, as she had to be a respectable woman now, though the only way to be respectable in this kind of environment was probably to be a man.
'Your squad needs your command.' The voice growled at her. Integra didn't know what to do. She'd never heard of a code yellow or a C46-21. What the hell was he talking about?
'What's a C46-21?' she asked. There was silence from the other voice for a moment, before he put down the phone on her. Integra made a sigh, and walked out of the room, calling for Walter.
So far, this last week had been very uneventful. All she'd had to do was sit around the castle and do nothing. She'd been playing a lot of board games recently, and reading a lot of books to kill her time. She wanted to play Monopoly against Walter, but when she asked two days ago him, he refused politely.
She'd also gone to meet some of the soldiers. They seemed to be a bunch of stuck-up assholes at the moment, complaining about how she was nothing more than a schoolgirl. True, it offended her, but she ignored it, because she was going to show them how good a leader she really was.
She removed her glasses and cleaned them off with the edge of her shirt, before putting them back on and sinking into the armchair that was her new throne. She stifled a giggle as she found the seat to be more comfortable than she expected, and sank into the seat.
Integra knew she would get bored soon, though, and she wondered about whether or not she should buy a computer console. That would make it a lot more fun, as all she would have to do for most of the time would be to sit and play computer games.
Or maybe not, she knew she had to be serious, because those higher-ups probably wouldn't be happy about her being in power, and would probably want to get rid of her at any chance they could. She didn't want to screw up her chances, and become a disgrace to her father.
As Integra stared at the grey, empty stone walls, she wondered if she should have it decorated. Maybe she could put some wallpaper up, but nothing like flowers or covering the room with photographs of members from bands, like Black Sabbath, AC/DC or Queen's members.
Ah, forget it, she thought as she looked around the room for something else to think about. She saw a book lying on the floor, but she couldn't read the title. She tried to reach it from her seat, but she couldn't. The book was at that distance all things seem to be when someone wants to get them from the floor without moving, and that is just too far away.
Integra left the chair and picked up the book carefully, as though it was a masterpiece and she didn't want to break it, and carefully turned the page from a blank page, to an index. The book itself was dusty, and Integra knew that a lot of old books contained useful info.
Integra saw one section that caught her eye. It had been circled in red pen, called "Vampyres and Ghouls XII - IXX". Integra turned to page 12, the start of the article. She hoped this would have something interesting in it, such as how to handle them. She knew nothing about it right now, and if she could learn, she might be able to pass on her knowledge to her little army of undead destroyers.
Integra began to quickly read through the book, and noted on the child-like writing, complete with smudges on the paper. There probably weren't more than 2 sheets worth of A4 paper in article on vampires.
She was about to read a section called "Ways to kill a vampire" when the phone rang, startling her. She dropped the book and went over to the phone. It rang as she stared at it; she wasn't sure what she should do if it was something important.
Hesitantly, she picked it up, sitting on the chair as she did. She put her ear to the receiver. 'Hello?' she asked quietly. There was no response from the phone, so she raised her voice. 'Hello?' she asked again. Someone replied back this time.
'Code yellow; C46-21: two-unknown, Cambridge. Your command,' began the voice, followed by a 'madam?' which had come onto the end of the conversation to make it more polite, though Integra could almost feel the voice's lack of respect.
The miserable voice waited impatiently for a reply from Integra, despite the fact she had no idea what the he, for it was almost definitely a he, was talking about. Integra felt weird speaking to this person, she felt almost as though she should be scared of him and give him a lot of respect.
'I don't know.' Integra finally replied. She wanted to say something verbal to him, but she didn't. She refused to, as she had to be a respectable woman now, though the only way to be respectable in this kind of environment was probably to be a man.
'Your squad needs your command.' The voice growled at her. Integra didn't know what to do. She'd never heard of a code yellow or a C46-21. What the hell was he talking about?
'What's a C46-21?' she asked. There was silence from the other voice for a moment, before he put down the phone on her. Integra made a sigh, and walked out of the room, calling for Walter.