Just another chapter of this silly little thing called Disregard. Hopefully
this one will make up for the sadness that was last chapter.
Again, remember that Devries is not fully human, and remember that a powerful vampire can play with an untrained mind. It helps everything make much more sense.
I don't own the main characters of Hellsing, I do own Harker and the lot that I created for these Dis- stories.
~*~Chapter 3~*~
From 666 to 777
Devries Fairbrook van Hellsing knew that even though she still remained in a state of partial sleep, someone was moving around the foot of her bed. It was probably the ghost of her mother, which she knew came to her every early morning of August 5th every year since she could remember. Of course, she had never told anyone in her family that she could see spirits after Harker reprimanded her about that fact many years ago, but she hoped that Sir Integral's ghost was coming to visit her this morning.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEVRIES!!!!"
The tall blond girl sat up with a start as her sister pounced on to the bed over top of her sleeping body, cracking her head hard in to Anika's, the sound of their skulls colliding reverberated through the room.
"Bloody hell you stupid git!" Rubbing her forehead as she glared at the smiling brunette still sitting on her legs, Devries pushed her blankets from her body with her free hand. "You've given me a migraine, and I have to continue with my studies today while you're still on holiday with your mother."
"You're on holiday today too Di. Mum and Dad said so."
"Don't call me Di. My name is Devries, and I expect you to call me that." Folding her arms across her chest, the elder jerked her knees toward her chest, knocking her sister on to the floor. "Get off."
Stepping in to her fuzzy powder blue slippers, Devries headed to her closet, pulling out a long navy skirt and a powder blue blouse which she quickly slipped on after discarding her silken nightclothes.
"Dad said you could wear something a little less formal today too since we are going to visit Oma Hellsing because she's buying you a horse for your birthday."
Grabbing her sister's hand, Devries led her out of the room in the Amsterdam mansion down to where her caretakers would be waiting. Sometimes the only way to have Anika be silent was to ignore her completely, and the already 1.68 meter ten year old hoped that it would work for her this time.
"Ani," Lillith smiled at her daughter, completely ignoring Devries. "I told you to not bother your sister today. We can leave for Oma's house at any time."
"Sorry Mum." Anika hung her head as she walked over to Lillith, letting her mother pet her hair.
"Can we visit Oma now so I can go to London to the cemetery before it gets dark?" The blond girl snapped at her stepmother as she poured herself a cup of tea with milk and honey. "Or do I have to wait on Father again this year?"
"Devries Fairbrook, you know that it is a big deal for Oma to give you your first horse and to supply you with proper lessons over fences."
Glaring over at Harker, Devries finally sighed as she saw the hurt in her Father's eyes, looking at the ground out of the shame she felt for hurting her father's feelings. "My real mum died on this day, and I've never been able to pay her the homage she deserves because we're always too busy celebrating another pointless holiday."
"You stop this nonsense right now!" Lillith screamed, pushing Anika away as she stalked over to Devries, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently. "Your mother is dead! NOTHING you do will bring her back, so stop living in the past!"
"Let her go." The cold drawl of Alucard's voice boomed through the room where the van Hellsing family stood.
Switching to Latin, Harker yelled what sounded like a warning to Devries' ears to whoever had intruded on their family. Lillith dropped to her knees in prayer, leaving Devries to be the one to walk to Anika, hugging the younger girl as she cried from fear.
"Shh. . . .we'll go see Oma, Ani. I'm sorry to cause so many problems for you and your parents."
~*~*~*~*~
How Devries wished she could show her excitement about this trip to the northlands of Holland like her sister and be a child for once in her existence! It was quite a shame that she was in school to be a vampire hunter and Protestant Knight in England's royal court, because the only actions she could show without feeling terribly out of place were those associated with nobility.
Anika stood on the train's seat staring out the window as they passed fields with cows and sheep grazing, calling out the stations that the family passed through while on the trip. She had already gone from asking to learn to speak Flemish like her sister, to talking about all the fun things she would do on Oma's farm, and Devries hoped that the girl would just be quiet soon so she could think upon the role life had cast her.
But what she wouldn't give to be standing on the seat next to her little sister staring in awe at the animals and windmills that they passed. . . . .
"What horse do you hope Oma gives you Devries?"
Jerking back to reality, Devries blinked as she stared at her smiling father. His hair had begun to gray, but it only made him look more distinguished, not elderly. "Oh, I guess Ritmo, Father."
"Ritmo? I thought you liked Woebe the Friesian?"
"Friesians cannot jump as well as Dutch Warmbloods, Father. You should know this." Smirking, the girl fidgeted with her hands as her younger sister finally sat down next to her, staying quiet, as she was listening to the conductor announce that the stop for Gronigen was next. Soon, they would be at Harker's mother's house and Devries could be one step closer to finally doing what she actually wanted for her birthday.
~*~*~*~*~
"Thank you for getting me away from them Walter." Devries whispered as she sat in the helicopter that the family's retainer had decided to take the girl to England in. "Anika deserves a horse more than I do. I don't really like them."
"Your father just wants you to have a proper upbringing for a Lady in England Miss Devries." Walter replied as he landed the craft near the Manor House in London where the family had resided for so many years. "Do you wish to change your dress before we head out?"
"Yes, thank you Walter."
Stepping from the helicopter, the young girl headed toward the mansion, her blond hair whipping about her head from the wind generated by the blades.
~*~*~*~*~
Standing in her room in the London mansion, Devries leafed through her clothing, disgusted at her lack of black dresses. Apparently her father and Lillith decided that she should always wear shades of blue, so her closet was filled with nothing but that color.
Sir Integra has a closet full of black. . . . .
Devries jumped, hearing the male voice purr in her mind. She was tingling all over, but it wasn't a good sensation. The tingling was of a dark presence, and something she felt every time her mother's ghost was near. Perhaps she had a gift to detect spirits and other supernatural entities, but Devries shut her mind to the possibility. She would not be a freak like those employed by the Vatican.
But then again, if the voice was correct she could have a proper dress to wear to a cemetery.
Trotting through the halls of the upper floor, Devries quickly came to an unlocked room that had been her mother's so many years before. Entering, she could see that Walter kept it the same way as it had been for so many years, but no dust or debris could be found on any of the photographs or statues on the dressers and tables.
Pulling open the closet door, Devries' eyes went wide as she stared at the number of black dresses and veils that her mother had hidden away, each bearing the Hellsing Coat of Arms on its sleeve. Had Integral been buried in one of these dresses? Or had it been in the green suit that she wore in the picture that hangs in Harker's office?
You are full of questions, young master.
Jumping at the sound of the male voice that seemed to have moved closer, Devries backed toward the closet, afraid that whoever was waiting in the mansion for her would kill her. "Who are you?"
I am but your servant.
"Walter! This isn't funny!" Devries buried herself in the dresses, grabbing one from its hanger and changing amid the mass of black fabric. "I will tell Father of this prank and you'll be seriously reprimanded!"
Your father could not hurt me, Master. He is an incompetent fool that only leads the Organization because he married the right woman.
"How dare you!" Devries growled, slipping a golden cross pin on to the lapel of the dress before grabbing a black hat with a veil, placing it on her head. "You dare insult a Hellsing, a man of the noble house built of blood and honor, and yet you claim I am your master! HA! You are the fool, spirit sent from Hell!"
Putting her nose in the air, Devries walked from Sir Integral's former room heading toward the exit and returned to Walter and the helicopter.
Still standing in the shadows of the room, Alucard and Argetni materialized just as the door was closed and Devries was gone from sight.
"She's going to be fun." Alucard smirked as he walked over to the closet that Devries had left open, pulling her blouse and skirt out from the mess of fabric so that Walter could take it home with the girl to Amsterdam.
"We need to perform the seal again." The blond stated as she walked over to another closet filled with her mother's clothes from the time that she spent in India with her family.
"Her blood is not as sweet as yours was." Alucard smirked as he watched his master dress in the jelbab and hijab that belonged to her mother while she lived in India years prior.
"I wouldn't know." Argetni's voice was now muffled as the hijab covered her mouth completely, revealing only her devilish eyes. "Do I look incredibly stupid in this?"
"You look Muslim."
Nodding, Argetni disappeared from the room, leaving Alucard to follow her.
~*~*~*~*~
Standing above the ornate grave marker that was present on the Hellsing manor property, Devries did not cry or show any emotion as she silently prayed to God to give her the strength and guidance to complete her mother's mission on earth.
"I'm sorry mum."
"And a good evening to you, Miss Hellsing."
Walter was the first of the two to turn around, his face registering nervous shock as he saw the two vampires in his care standing behind him and the Hellsing heiress.
"Alucard. . . Go away."
"Walter, we have to perform the seal ritual." Argetni purred as she stepped toward the two humans, walking to Devries before lifting the girl's chin. "And our little master needs to comply, for it has been ten years."
Devries backed away from the two vampires, shrieking as she tripped over Integral's headstone. "Go to Hell you bloody demons! I am Devries Fairbrook van Hellsing, the next member of the Protestant Knights and head of the Hellsing Organization!"
Alucard couldn't keep the smirk from crossing his lips as he looked at Argetni, who was chuckling under the hijab. "Our young master sounds quite familiar, doesn't she?"
"She has the strength of will that is needed to control you Alucard." With a wink to her creator, Argetni moved to help Devries to her feet again, brushing the girl's veil and hair from her neck. "Just stay still and you can forget about this bloody business in a minute."
"FORGET!?!" Devries shrieked as she jumped away from the Vampiress. "How can I FORGET what happened tonight!?! I am being assaulted by vampires that claim I am their master! And Walter, why the hell aren't YOU doing anything! Shouldn't you protect me from these monsters!?!"
"Miss Devries," Walter sighed as he looked her in the eyes. "I do believe that Alucard and his fledgling are correct. Please allow them to perform the ceremony and we can go home."
Trembling as she looked between Walter and the two vampires, Devries bit her lip as she rolled the sleeve of the black dress up, exposing her wrist to the veiled female first.
"If it is truly my duty as the Hellsing heir, then I must obey. Drink."
Smirking, Argetni gently caressed the girl's hand and arm before wrapping her mouth around the wrist, barely puncturing the skin. As she moved away, two droplets of blood rose from the small holes in the girl's arm.
"Give Alucard your other arm."
Nodding, Devries rolled her opposite sleeve to her elbow, extending her arm for Alucard, who in turn gently punctured the wrist and waited for the two drops of blood to form on her mocha skin.
"What next?"
The vampires did not answer her, but instead cut their own arms in a similar fashion, licking the blood from the wounds, but not swallowing.
~Pray Devries. Pray for guidance on your mission from God.~
Closing her eyes, the girl silently began her prayer as the vampires began to draw her blood from the wounds, whimpering just slightly as she was weakened.
Just as she felt that her life would be drained from four tiny punctures, Devries found herself leaning against Walter as the two stood in the cemetery, very weak, but otherwise unharmed as she looked at her unblemished wrists before speaking.
"Were there vampires here that claimed to know me and call me master?"
Chuckling ever so slightly, Walter kept his arm around the girl's waist as he led her from the cemetery toward the manor house where they would spend the night. "My dear, you just fainted. Perhaps it was just a hallucination or dream."
Nodding as she continued to depend on Walter for support as they climbed the stairs to the main entrance. "Yeah, it's always just a dream."
~*~*~*~*~
"Alucard, you did change her memories, correct?"
The elder vampire glanced across the room at the leather clad Argetni as she prepared to hunt for the night. "That was a terrible trick we played on Devries."
"She'll never know master."
The blond glared at the seated vampire. "She had better be kept ignorant of the situation. Think of the consequences-" Sighing, Argetni knew better than to try to continue her rant directed at Alucard. She knew he stopped listening the moment she began to speak in her old demanding tone. "You're impossible Alucard."
Again, remember that Devries is not fully human, and remember that a powerful vampire can play with an untrained mind. It helps everything make much more sense.
I don't own the main characters of Hellsing, I do own Harker and the lot that I created for these Dis- stories.
~*~Chapter 3~*~
From 666 to 777
Devries Fairbrook van Hellsing knew that even though she still remained in a state of partial sleep, someone was moving around the foot of her bed. It was probably the ghost of her mother, which she knew came to her every early morning of August 5th every year since she could remember. Of course, she had never told anyone in her family that she could see spirits after Harker reprimanded her about that fact many years ago, but she hoped that Sir Integral's ghost was coming to visit her this morning.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEVRIES!!!!"
The tall blond girl sat up with a start as her sister pounced on to the bed over top of her sleeping body, cracking her head hard in to Anika's, the sound of their skulls colliding reverberated through the room.
"Bloody hell you stupid git!" Rubbing her forehead as she glared at the smiling brunette still sitting on her legs, Devries pushed her blankets from her body with her free hand. "You've given me a migraine, and I have to continue with my studies today while you're still on holiday with your mother."
"You're on holiday today too Di. Mum and Dad said so."
"Don't call me Di. My name is Devries, and I expect you to call me that." Folding her arms across her chest, the elder jerked her knees toward her chest, knocking her sister on to the floor. "Get off."
Stepping in to her fuzzy powder blue slippers, Devries headed to her closet, pulling out a long navy skirt and a powder blue blouse which she quickly slipped on after discarding her silken nightclothes.
"Dad said you could wear something a little less formal today too since we are going to visit Oma Hellsing because she's buying you a horse for your birthday."
Grabbing her sister's hand, Devries led her out of the room in the Amsterdam mansion down to where her caretakers would be waiting. Sometimes the only way to have Anika be silent was to ignore her completely, and the already 1.68 meter ten year old hoped that it would work for her this time.
"Ani," Lillith smiled at her daughter, completely ignoring Devries. "I told you to not bother your sister today. We can leave for Oma's house at any time."
"Sorry Mum." Anika hung her head as she walked over to Lillith, letting her mother pet her hair.
"Can we visit Oma now so I can go to London to the cemetery before it gets dark?" The blond girl snapped at her stepmother as she poured herself a cup of tea with milk and honey. "Or do I have to wait on Father again this year?"
"Devries Fairbrook, you know that it is a big deal for Oma to give you your first horse and to supply you with proper lessons over fences."
Glaring over at Harker, Devries finally sighed as she saw the hurt in her Father's eyes, looking at the ground out of the shame she felt for hurting her father's feelings. "My real mum died on this day, and I've never been able to pay her the homage she deserves because we're always too busy celebrating another pointless holiday."
"You stop this nonsense right now!" Lillith screamed, pushing Anika away as she stalked over to Devries, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently. "Your mother is dead! NOTHING you do will bring her back, so stop living in the past!"
"Let her go." The cold drawl of Alucard's voice boomed through the room where the van Hellsing family stood.
Switching to Latin, Harker yelled what sounded like a warning to Devries' ears to whoever had intruded on their family. Lillith dropped to her knees in prayer, leaving Devries to be the one to walk to Anika, hugging the younger girl as she cried from fear.
"Shh. . . .we'll go see Oma, Ani. I'm sorry to cause so many problems for you and your parents."
~*~*~*~*~
How Devries wished she could show her excitement about this trip to the northlands of Holland like her sister and be a child for once in her existence! It was quite a shame that she was in school to be a vampire hunter and Protestant Knight in England's royal court, because the only actions she could show without feeling terribly out of place were those associated with nobility.
Anika stood on the train's seat staring out the window as they passed fields with cows and sheep grazing, calling out the stations that the family passed through while on the trip. She had already gone from asking to learn to speak Flemish like her sister, to talking about all the fun things she would do on Oma's farm, and Devries hoped that the girl would just be quiet soon so she could think upon the role life had cast her.
But what she wouldn't give to be standing on the seat next to her little sister staring in awe at the animals and windmills that they passed. . . . .
"What horse do you hope Oma gives you Devries?"
Jerking back to reality, Devries blinked as she stared at her smiling father. His hair had begun to gray, but it only made him look more distinguished, not elderly. "Oh, I guess Ritmo, Father."
"Ritmo? I thought you liked Woebe the Friesian?"
"Friesians cannot jump as well as Dutch Warmbloods, Father. You should know this." Smirking, the girl fidgeted with her hands as her younger sister finally sat down next to her, staying quiet, as she was listening to the conductor announce that the stop for Gronigen was next. Soon, they would be at Harker's mother's house and Devries could be one step closer to finally doing what she actually wanted for her birthday.
~*~*~*~*~
"Thank you for getting me away from them Walter." Devries whispered as she sat in the helicopter that the family's retainer had decided to take the girl to England in. "Anika deserves a horse more than I do. I don't really like them."
"Your father just wants you to have a proper upbringing for a Lady in England Miss Devries." Walter replied as he landed the craft near the Manor House in London where the family had resided for so many years. "Do you wish to change your dress before we head out?"
"Yes, thank you Walter."
Stepping from the helicopter, the young girl headed toward the mansion, her blond hair whipping about her head from the wind generated by the blades.
~*~*~*~*~
Standing in her room in the London mansion, Devries leafed through her clothing, disgusted at her lack of black dresses. Apparently her father and Lillith decided that she should always wear shades of blue, so her closet was filled with nothing but that color.
Sir Integra has a closet full of black. . . . .
Devries jumped, hearing the male voice purr in her mind. She was tingling all over, but it wasn't a good sensation. The tingling was of a dark presence, and something she felt every time her mother's ghost was near. Perhaps she had a gift to detect spirits and other supernatural entities, but Devries shut her mind to the possibility. She would not be a freak like those employed by the Vatican.
But then again, if the voice was correct she could have a proper dress to wear to a cemetery.
Trotting through the halls of the upper floor, Devries quickly came to an unlocked room that had been her mother's so many years before. Entering, she could see that Walter kept it the same way as it had been for so many years, but no dust or debris could be found on any of the photographs or statues on the dressers and tables.
Pulling open the closet door, Devries' eyes went wide as she stared at the number of black dresses and veils that her mother had hidden away, each bearing the Hellsing Coat of Arms on its sleeve. Had Integral been buried in one of these dresses? Or had it been in the green suit that she wore in the picture that hangs in Harker's office?
You are full of questions, young master.
Jumping at the sound of the male voice that seemed to have moved closer, Devries backed toward the closet, afraid that whoever was waiting in the mansion for her would kill her. "Who are you?"
I am but your servant.
"Walter! This isn't funny!" Devries buried herself in the dresses, grabbing one from its hanger and changing amid the mass of black fabric. "I will tell Father of this prank and you'll be seriously reprimanded!"
Your father could not hurt me, Master. He is an incompetent fool that only leads the Organization because he married the right woman.
"How dare you!" Devries growled, slipping a golden cross pin on to the lapel of the dress before grabbing a black hat with a veil, placing it on her head. "You dare insult a Hellsing, a man of the noble house built of blood and honor, and yet you claim I am your master! HA! You are the fool, spirit sent from Hell!"
Putting her nose in the air, Devries walked from Sir Integral's former room heading toward the exit and returned to Walter and the helicopter.
Still standing in the shadows of the room, Alucard and Argetni materialized just as the door was closed and Devries was gone from sight.
"She's going to be fun." Alucard smirked as he walked over to the closet that Devries had left open, pulling her blouse and skirt out from the mess of fabric so that Walter could take it home with the girl to Amsterdam.
"We need to perform the seal again." The blond stated as she walked over to another closet filled with her mother's clothes from the time that she spent in India with her family.
"Her blood is not as sweet as yours was." Alucard smirked as he watched his master dress in the jelbab and hijab that belonged to her mother while she lived in India years prior.
"I wouldn't know." Argetni's voice was now muffled as the hijab covered her mouth completely, revealing only her devilish eyes. "Do I look incredibly stupid in this?"
"You look Muslim."
Nodding, Argetni disappeared from the room, leaving Alucard to follow her.
~*~*~*~*~
Standing above the ornate grave marker that was present on the Hellsing manor property, Devries did not cry or show any emotion as she silently prayed to God to give her the strength and guidance to complete her mother's mission on earth.
"I'm sorry mum."
"And a good evening to you, Miss Hellsing."
Walter was the first of the two to turn around, his face registering nervous shock as he saw the two vampires in his care standing behind him and the Hellsing heiress.
"Alucard. . . Go away."
"Walter, we have to perform the seal ritual." Argetni purred as she stepped toward the two humans, walking to Devries before lifting the girl's chin. "And our little master needs to comply, for it has been ten years."
Devries backed away from the two vampires, shrieking as she tripped over Integral's headstone. "Go to Hell you bloody demons! I am Devries Fairbrook van Hellsing, the next member of the Protestant Knights and head of the Hellsing Organization!"
Alucard couldn't keep the smirk from crossing his lips as he looked at Argetni, who was chuckling under the hijab. "Our young master sounds quite familiar, doesn't she?"
"She has the strength of will that is needed to control you Alucard." With a wink to her creator, Argetni moved to help Devries to her feet again, brushing the girl's veil and hair from her neck. "Just stay still and you can forget about this bloody business in a minute."
"FORGET!?!" Devries shrieked as she jumped away from the Vampiress. "How can I FORGET what happened tonight!?! I am being assaulted by vampires that claim I am their master! And Walter, why the hell aren't YOU doing anything! Shouldn't you protect me from these monsters!?!"
"Miss Devries," Walter sighed as he looked her in the eyes. "I do believe that Alucard and his fledgling are correct. Please allow them to perform the ceremony and we can go home."
Trembling as she looked between Walter and the two vampires, Devries bit her lip as she rolled the sleeve of the black dress up, exposing her wrist to the veiled female first.
"If it is truly my duty as the Hellsing heir, then I must obey. Drink."
Smirking, Argetni gently caressed the girl's hand and arm before wrapping her mouth around the wrist, barely puncturing the skin. As she moved away, two droplets of blood rose from the small holes in the girl's arm.
"Give Alucard your other arm."
Nodding, Devries rolled her opposite sleeve to her elbow, extending her arm for Alucard, who in turn gently punctured the wrist and waited for the two drops of blood to form on her mocha skin.
"What next?"
The vampires did not answer her, but instead cut their own arms in a similar fashion, licking the blood from the wounds, but not swallowing.
~Pray Devries. Pray for guidance on your mission from God.~
Closing her eyes, the girl silently began her prayer as the vampires began to draw her blood from the wounds, whimpering just slightly as she was weakened.
Just as she felt that her life would be drained from four tiny punctures, Devries found herself leaning against Walter as the two stood in the cemetery, very weak, but otherwise unharmed as she looked at her unblemished wrists before speaking.
"Were there vampires here that claimed to know me and call me master?"
Chuckling ever so slightly, Walter kept his arm around the girl's waist as he led her from the cemetery toward the manor house where they would spend the night. "My dear, you just fainted. Perhaps it was just a hallucination or dream."
Nodding as she continued to depend on Walter for support as they climbed the stairs to the main entrance. "Yeah, it's always just a dream."
~*~*~*~*~
"Alucard, you did change her memories, correct?"
The elder vampire glanced across the room at the leather clad Argetni as she prepared to hunt for the night. "That was a terrible trick we played on Devries."
"She'll never know master."
The blond glared at the seated vampire. "She had better be kept ignorant of the situation. Think of the consequences-" Sighing, Argetni knew better than to try to continue her rant directed at Alucard. She knew he stopped listening the moment she began to speak in her old demanding tone. "You're impossible Alucard."
