Nobody will tell you what I've done for you
Fifty thousand tears I've cried…
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
London, England
Present Day
"What do you make of this, Alucard?" Integral asked, reviewing the papers on her desk of the new chain of connecting murders that were surfacing in London. Walter stood by her side, quiet to the situation as his eyes traced over each letter on the files she held. Shadows undisturbed, Alucard appeared from the darkness, the lenses of his amber tinted glasses flashing simultaneously as a grin tugged at the edges of his lips, revealing his sharp ivory canine teeth. "Nine murder victims in total. Each victim was found with their head and heart removed, their corpses drained of blood. Police believe it to be another 'Jack the Ripper' case. At first there were no connecting clues found, but as the Police dug deeper, they discovered that all of the victims were involved in acts of Anti-Semitism."
Integral looked up at Alucard who said nothing, but the expression on his face told her enough. He was looking at Walter and Walter back at him.
"History is repeating itself isn't, Angel of Death Walter?" Alucard smiled. "This rain of blood may very well save me from boredom."
Walter's eye twitched out of sight of Integral's gaze and as Alucard's grin grew even more, his figure faded back into the darkness. No answer was given to Integral, and instead of any light being shed on this new subject, only more questions rose in Integral's mind.
"Please excuse me, Lady Integral." Walter said suddenly, bowing as he dismissed himself from the room.
"Walter…" Integral began, catching his attention as his fingers touched the door handle. "There is something more, isn't it?"
Walter was silent for a moment, his fingers curling tightly around the handle.
"You never told me many stories of your time in Poland and Germany during the war… But from what I did piece together of what you said, it was a nightmare."
The old steward slowly turned to look back at her. His eyes deeply reflected another time and Integral knew almost immediately from the expression on his face that whatever was happening in London was touching him deeply inside.
"Whatever nightmare you saw, I won't let it repeat itself in England."
He said nothing. Silence filled the room as Integral's strong words lingered in the air for several more moments. What else could he do? Never would he willingly wish to repeat the horrid tales he experienced during the war. So much bloodshed and death had been spilled out before him and even though presently he would give up his life in a fight to protect the Hellsing institution, he could never again go back to the time he had spent in Poland. But Alucard was right, history was repeating itself.
"Rain…" He whispered absentmindedly to himself after he had left Integral's room.
"Rain?"
Immediately he looked up to find Celes walking towards him in the hallway. Her head was tilted to one side in question as she stopped only feet away from him.
"Ah, Miss Celes, I am just talking to myself." He said, smiling at the young police woman.
"You seem uneasy…" She replied, her senses picking up on how he was using a smile to mask his conflicting feelings inside. Walter's gaze fell to the floor, his troubled expression returning.
"You needn't worry about the thoughts of this old man, Miss Celes." He answered. "I simply worry about history repeating itself…"
"History repeating itself…?" Asked Celes, his answer leaving her even more confused.
"I am sorry. I must go prepare Lady Integral's evening tea."
Celes didn't have a chance to react to Walter changing the subject so abruptly. Walking past her, Celes was left standing, watching the steward of the Hellsing family walk slowly down the hall away from her.
'Police woman…'
Alucard's mental touch suddenly traced over her mind as his voice echoed in her ears.
"Master? What does Walter mean by history repeating itself?" Curiously she asked, hoping her Master would clear the confusion in her head.
'He is faced with a ghost from his past…' Alucard answered, leaving nothing but more riddles. Another silence gripped the air until finally Alucard spoke. 'I think tonight it is going to rain.'
Treblinka, Poland – February, 1944
"No! Please!" The young Jewish prisoner gasped, struggling against the tight grip the soldiers had on his arms. But it was no use; they held him in place, dragging him forward into the operating room of the hospital. The prisoner's dirtied face filled with shock. His eyes caught the sight of what lined the walls and it scared him so much that he went silent. There were photographs – photographs of past surgeries performed on other prisoners. He felt his body grow numb with fright. The photos were nothing more than bloody massacres. Before the prisoner had realized it, tears were streaming down his face as he saw his own fate before his eyes. Suddenly the guards jerked him back and he lost his balance, but he didn't have far to fall. His back hit cold flat steel. Now lying on an operating table, his arms and legs were quickly strapped down with leather belts as the clothes were cut from his body. Whimpering, his eyes shot around the room. It was a large square room that was littered with bloodied instruments. "Oh God…"
"Don't be frightened." He heard a voice say. Looking up he saw three men at the end of the operating table, staring at his naked body with an expression of maddened craze. "You should be honoured that you are being used in the furthering of German scientific knowledge." The closest doctor continued. Suddenly the man walked forward, holding a small vile in his grasp. Stopping right next to the Jewish patient, the German Nazi doctor held the vile up to his face. At first the prisoner could see nothing but a blur of green liquid. But as he looked closer, he could see something was floating inside of the vile, yet for the life of him, he could not tell what it was.
"What is your name?" The doctor asked.
"I-It's Christoph…" The frightened Jew whispered in reply.
"Well, Christoph. This is a FREAK chip. We are going to put this inside of you and if we are lucky, it will have some wonderful effects on you." The doctor chuckled, but was quickly interrupted. The sound of the security siren of the camp and surrounding area filled the hospital, leaving the doctor with a less than pleased look on his face. "It may be that we may have to postpone the operation…" He grumbled.
"There is an intruder in the hospital!" Everyone suddenly heard a voice yell from the hall outside the operating room as a soldier ran through, spreading the news.
"What? What do you mean there is an intruder in the hospita-" The doctor turned and immediately stopped in shock as he found himself face to face with the end of the barrel of a gun.
"Hi there." Rain smiled curtly. Everyone within the room immediately went still except for the two guards, who both took several steps towards the doctor and the woman who had appeared out of thin air.
"Stay back!" Rain ordered, not keeping her eyes off the doctor who was at her mercy. "Or do you want to see this man with a hole in his head?"
The doctor nodded to the guards to comply with Rain's wishes. The guards quickly stopped in their tracks, leaving a hanging silence in the air. Rain's eyes narrowed as she stared at the Nazi doctor and him back at her. He was calm, even as Rain hissed at him.
"Where is he?" Rain demanded to know.
"He?" The doctor asked, almost confused.
"Where is HE?! WHERE IS FROST?" Rain shouted, pushing the end of the barrel harder into the doctor's forehead.
"Frost is not here."
"LIAR! Frost is here. You hold a piece of him in your hand! Where did you get it?" She snapped, baring her fangs.
"I don't kn-"
"You do know, filthy human. I can smell your lies."
The doctor grinned, his eyes narrowing as they reflected sick joy. "Auschwitz."
A scream escaped Rain lips, her finger quickly pulling the trigger. Blood splattered outwards, coating the floor and nearby walls in crimson droplets. The doctor fell to the ground, motionless. Like a blur, Rain twisted her body in full circle, firing as she did. She hit a guard and 2 doctors, but was unlucky to find herself being shot at by the remaining guard within the room. Yet no bullet hit her. As she was about to fire on the guard now that she was given her chance, she watched with shock as he suddenly fell to his knees, his head decapitated from his body.
"What?" She asked no one in particular, her eyes wide.
"I knew you would be more interesting to follow." A voice said behind her. Quickly she turned back around to see the boy she had seen on the train. Walter smiled to Rain as he reached down to undo the bindings of the prisoner who had quite visibly fainted from fright.
Rain's glare shot towards Walter, the grip on the hilt of her rifle tightening as she leapt towards him. Not even in the blink of an eye was Walter out of her path. He stepped out of the way, a smile across his face. She twisted her hand that held the rifle in his direction and aimed directly at his forehead. Oddly, she felt something push against the side of her head as an unseen deep voice whispered with a sense of excitement in her ear.
"Even as only a half vampire, your speed has been heightened and your will to fight is admirable. But please tell me, can you dodge the bullet of a gun pressed to your head? Lower your gun or whatever plans you have made will have no meaning after this night."
Rain stood for several moments with the gun pointed towards Walter, silent as she gaze remained locked on the member of the Royal Protestant Organization. Her gaze was uneasy as she thought over the voice's threat. Slowly she lowered her arm and then lowered the gun to the floor where she let it lay.
"Tell me, girl. What are you doing here?" The voice asked as Rain continued to stare at Walter, her expression a mix between anger and defeat. After a few moments, she replied:
"I have been searching or 6 months for my Master, Frost, who was kidnapped by the Nazi soldiers." Rain explained, her eyes shifting in the direction of the invisible force pressed against her head. "Does that qualify as something important or are you going to shoot me anyway?"
"I'm sorry, it's just that this is quite exciting, wouldn't you agree? I have been very bored from fighting the fake vampires…" The voice continued. Suddenly, the air beside her shimmered with hints of red. Like mist, it thickened and swirled, forming something. As Rain turned her head to look, no longer was she standing beside empty air. Standing to her right with a gun pointed now at her forehead was a man wearing a red Victorian style jacket. A grey suit could be seen beneath its front folds. Her eyes traced upwards from his chest to his face. A wicked grin was tugging at the edges of his mouth as he looked down at her with crimson eyes shaded by the brim of his red hat.
"Nosferatu…" Rain whispered under her breath.
Fifty thousand tears I've cried…
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you
And you still won't hear me
London, England
Present Day
"What do you make of this, Alucard?" Integral asked, reviewing the papers on her desk of the new chain of connecting murders that were surfacing in London. Walter stood by her side, quiet to the situation as his eyes traced over each letter on the files she held. Shadows undisturbed, Alucard appeared from the darkness, the lenses of his amber tinted glasses flashing simultaneously as a grin tugged at the edges of his lips, revealing his sharp ivory canine teeth. "Nine murder victims in total. Each victim was found with their head and heart removed, their corpses drained of blood. Police believe it to be another 'Jack the Ripper' case. At first there were no connecting clues found, but as the Police dug deeper, they discovered that all of the victims were involved in acts of Anti-Semitism."
Integral looked up at Alucard who said nothing, but the expression on his face told her enough. He was looking at Walter and Walter back at him.
"History is repeating itself isn't, Angel of Death Walter?" Alucard smiled. "This rain of blood may very well save me from boredom."
Walter's eye twitched out of sight of Integral's gaze and as Alucard's grin grew even more, his figure faded back into the darkness. No answer was given to Integral, and instead of any light being shed on this new subject, only more questions rose in Integral's mind.
"Please excuse me, Lady Integral." Walter said suddenly, bowing as he dismissed himself from the room.
"Walter…" Integral began, catching his attention as his fingers touched the door handle. "There is something more, isn't it?"
Walter was silent for a moment, his fingers curling tightly around the handle.
"You never told me many stories of your time in Poland and Germany during the war… But from what I did piece together of what you said, it was a nightmare."
The old steward slowly turned to look back at her. His eyes deeply reflected another time and Integral knew almost immediately from the expression on his face that whatever was happening in London was touching him deeply inside.
"Whatever nightmare you saw, I won't let it repeat itself in England."
He said nothing. Silence filled the room as Integral's strong words lingered in the air for several more moments. What else could he do? Never would he willingly wish to repeat the horrid tales he experienced during the war. So much bloodshed and death had been spilled out before him and even though presently he would give up his life in a fight to protect the Hellsing institution, he could never again go back to the time he had spent in Poland. But Alucard was right, history was repeating itself.
"Rain…" He whispered absentmindedly to himself after he had left Integral's room.
"Rain?"
Immediately he looked up to find Celes walking towards him in the hallway. Her head was tilted to one side in question as she stopped only feet away from him.
"Ah, Miss Celes, I am just talking to myself." He said, smiling at the young police woman.
"You seem uneasy…" She replied, her senses picking up on how he was using a smile to mask his conflicting feelings inside. Walter's gaze fell to the floor, his troubled expression returning.
"You needn't worry about the thoughts of this old man, Miss Celes." He answered. "I simply worry about history repeating itself…"
"History repeating itself…?" Asked Celes, his answer leaving her even more confused.
"I am sorry. I must go prepare Lady Integral's evening tea."
Celes didn't have a chance to react to Walter changing the subject so abruptly. Walking past her, Celes was left standing, watching the steward of the Hellsing family walk slowly down the hall away from her.
'Police woman…'
Alucard's mental touch suddenly traced over her mind as his voice echoed in her ears.
"Master? What does Walter mean by history repeating itself?" Curiously she asked, hoping her Master would clear the confusion in her head.
'He is faced with a ghost from his past…' Alucard answered, leaving nothing but more riddles. Another silence gripped the air until finally Alucard spoke. 'I think tonight it is going to rain.'
Treblinka, Poland – February, 1944
"No! Please!" The young Jewish prisoner gasped, struggling against the tight grip the soldiers had on his arms. But it was no use; they held him in place, dragging him forward into the operating room of the hospital. The prisoner's dirtied face filled with shock. His eyes caught the sight of what lined the walls and it scared him so much that he went silent. There were photographs – photographs of past surgeries performed on other prisoners. He felt his body grow numb with fright. The photos were nothing more than bloody massacres. Before the prisoner had realized it, tears were streaming down his face as he saw his own fate before his eyes. Suddenly the guards jerked him back and he lost his balance, but he didn't have far to fall. His back hit cold flat steel. Now lying on an operating table, his arms and legs were quickly strapped down with leather belts as the clothes were cut from his body. Whimpering, his eyes shot around the room. It was a large square room that was littered with bloodied instruments. "Oh God…"
"Don't be frightened." He heard a voice say. Looking up he saw three men at the end of the operating table, staring at his naked body with an expression of maddened craze. "You should be honoured that you are being used in the furthering of German scientific knowledge." The closest doctor continued. Suddenly the man walked forward, holding a small vile in his grasp. Stopping right next to the Jewish patient, the German Nazi doctor held the vile up to his face. At first the prisoner could see nothing but a blur of green liquid. But as he looked closer, he could see something was floating inside of the vile, yet for the life of him, he could not tell what it was.
"What is your name?" The doctor asked.
"I-It's Christoph…" The frightened Jew whispered in reply.
"Well, Christoph. This is a FREAK chip. We are going to put this inside of you and if we are lucky, it will have some wonderful effects on you." The doctor chuckled, but was quickly interrupted. The sound of the security siren of the camp and surrounding area filled the hospital, leaving the doctor with a less than pleased look on his face. "It may be that we may have to postpone the operation…" He grumbled.
"There is an intruder in the hospital!" Everyone suddenly heard a voice yell from the hall outside the operating room as a soldier ran through, spreading the news.
"What? What do you mean there is an intruder in the hospita-" The doctor turned and immediately stopped in shock as he found himself face to face with the end of the barrel of a gun.
"Hi there." Rain smiled curtly. Everyone within the room immediately went still except for the two guards, who both took several steps towards the doctor and the woman who had appeared out of thin air.
"Stay back!" Rain ordered, not keeping her eyes off the doctor who was at her mercy. "Or do you want to see this man with a hole in his head?"
The doctor nodded to the guards to comply with Rain's wishes. The guards quickly stopped in their tracks, leaving a hanging silence in the air. Rain's eyes narrowed as she stared at the Nazi doctor and him back at her. He was calm, even as Rain hissed at him.
"Where is he?" Rain demanded to know.
"He?" The doctor asked, almost confused.
"Where is HE?! WHERE IS FROST?" Rain shouted, pushing the end of the barrel harder into the doctor's forehead.
"Frost is not here."
"LIAR! Frost is here. You hold a piece of him in your hand! Where did you get it?" She snapped, baring her fangs.
"I don't kn-"
"You do know, filthy human. I can smell your lies."
The doctor grinned, his eyes narrowing as they reflected sick joy. "Auschwitz."
A scream escaped Rain lips, her finger quickly pulling the trigger. Blood splattered outwards, coating the floor and nearby walls in crimson droplets. The doctor fell to the ground, motionless. Like a blur, Rain twisted her body in full circle, firing as she did. She hit a guard and 2 doctors, but was unlucky to find herself being shot at by the remaining guard within the room. Yet no bullet hit her. As she was about to fire on the guard now that she was given her chance, she watched with shock as he suddenly fell to his knees, his head decapitated from his body.
"What?" She asked no one in particular, her eyes wide.
"I knew you would be more interesting to follow." A voice said behind her. Quickly she turned back around to see the boy she had seen on the train. Walter smiled to Rain as he reached down to undo the bindings of the prisoner who had quite visibly fainted from fright.
Rain's glare shot towards Walter, the grip on the hilt of her rifle tightening as she leapt towards him. Not even in the blink of an eye was Walter out of her path. He stepped out of the way, a smile across his face. She twisted her hand that held the rifle in his direction and aimed directly at his forehead. Oddly, she felt something push against the side of her head as an unseen deep voice whispered with a sense of excitement in her ear.
"Even as only a half vampire, your speed has been heightened and your will to fight is admirable. But please tell me, can you dodge the bullet of a gun pressed to your head? Lower your gun or whatever plans you have made will have no meaning after this night."
Rain stood for several moments with the gun pointed towards Walter, silent as she gaze remained locked on the member of the Royal Protestant Organization. Her gaze was uneasy as she thought over the voice's threat. Slowly she lowered her arm and then lowered the gun to the floor where she let it lay.
"Tell me, girl. What are you doing here?" The voice asked as Rain continued to stare at Walter, her expression a mix between anger and defeat. After a few moments, she replied:
"I have been searching or 6 months for my Master, Frost, who was kidnapped by the Nazi soldiers." Rain explained, her eyes shifting in the direction of the invisible force pressed against her head. "Does that qualify as something important or are you going to shoot me anyway?"
"I'm sorry, it's just that this is quite exciting, wouldn't you agree? I have been very bored from fighting the fake vampires…" The voice continued. Suddenly, the air beside her shimmered with hints of red. Like mist, it thickened and swirled, forming something. As Rain turned her head to look, no longer was she standing beside empty air. Standing to her right with a gun pointed now at her forehead was a man wearing a red Victorian style jacket. A grey suit could be seen beneath its front folds. Her eyes traced upwards from his chest to his face. A wicked grin was tugging at the edges of his mouth as he looked down at her with crimson eyes shaded by the brim of his red hat.
"Nosferatu…" Rain whispered under her breath.