Warning: This chapter contains femme-slash (girlxgirl romance) so don't read it if you don't like that kind of thing. This is set in between volumes 4 5.
Wolfe Heinkel thought that perhaps she should have her head examined. If Maxwell or even Father Anderson found out that she was meeting a member of the Millenium group on her own time, they would probably order her exectution. Well, maybe not Father Anderson, but certainly Father Maxwell. He was one ruthless and maniacal bastard. Wolfe thought the timing was odd as well – today of all days. Not that nuns or priests even celebrated this holiday of heathen sex. Really that was what the holiday was all about. It wasn't about love. i Lucky bastards /i The Vatican assassin did miss it. She sometimes fantasized about sneaking into Father Anderson's bed. She had seen the way the priest looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking. Wolfe did not have experience with men though, so she knew the likelihood of that happening was nil. She hadn't had much experience with women either. There had been only one. Losing that girl had been the reason Heinkel had joined Iscariot. Wolfe had watched her be turned into a vampire with her own eyes. At 16, she had been powerless to protect her. The guilt had tormented her so much that Wolfe had run away from home. Her silly little life had meant nothing to her anymore. She had lived on the streets and almost succumbed to the temptation of drugs and prostitution just to stay alive. Luckily, Father Anderson had found her before she had given in. That was when she went to work for Section XIII.
Since that day, violence had become her sex, her lover, her passion. Wolfe had been paired with Yumiko and they had become close friends almost immediately. Heinkel often wondered if she could feel something more for her, if circumstances were different. Yumiko was a pretty girl, so petite compared to herself. But, Heinkel had put a wall up inside of herself – she would love Yumiko like a blood sister, nothing more and nothing less. She could never care about anyone, not Yumiko, not Anderson, so completely, like she had loved Morana. Losing her had nearly driven Wolfe to take her own life. She'd never risk feeling that kind of pain ever again. Every time she killed a vampire, Wolfe felt just a little bit closer to her. Maybe if Heinkel killed enough midians, she could get her back. Stupid sentimental thoughts - that's why I hate this holiday. Just brings back memories I'd rather forget.
Wolfe had gotten the phone call late at night a few weeks ago. The woman wanted to meet with her to talk about a possible collaboration between the two of them in their war against Hellsing. It would be a private and secret alliance between just the two of them. None of their superiors could know about it, because neither side would ever have agreed. Just meeting with a member of Millenium was endangering her life. Heinkel looked down at the directions she had written in German, to the cabin. She should be reaching the entrance at any second. Wolfe Heinkel could hardly wait.
Wolfe Heinkel spent a few moments looking at the cabin. It certainly looked deserted. She re-read the instructions again. i No this is definitely it. /i She cocked her guns and doubled checked the ammo. No one would set a trap for her. The cabin was pitch black so Heinkel opend the door slowly. She almost jumped back through the door when she heard a woman's voice.
"Well, hello. What took you so long, Wolfe Heinkel?" The woman ,dressed in a black suit, switched on a light. She was smiling at Wolfe, her fangs just barely visible.
Wolfe Heinkel stared in disbelief at the woman. She could not believe her own eyes. The vampire, the creature of the night, the demon, had b her /b long black hair b her /b slender body, and b her /b beautiful lips. Wolfe wondered if she was indeed seeing a ghost. For the first time in her life, Wolfe Heinkel was quite speechless. She kept her mouth shut and held her gun on the vampire.
Finally she stammered out some words. "Who-who-who- are you?"
"I, Miss Heinkel, am Rip Van Winkle. The Hunter. Some know me as Kasper." The vampire chuckled as Heinkel continued to stare at her in disbelief.
"No – you can't be. You look just like-like-like"
"Oh? Do I remind you of someone." Rip remained on the loveseat as she sipped blood out of a wine bottle. She eyed this woman curiously.
"You don't just remind me of her. You b are /b her. You have to be. Nobody looks that much alike. Not unless…you are her sister."
"I don't have any siblings. You do, look kind of familiar too. What is the name of the person I look like? I have lived a long time – sometimes my memories slip away."
Heinkel at the moment felt unable to talk. It was very unlike her – she was still suffering from the shock. "Her name, umm is, no was, Morana."
A smile slowly crept onto the vampire's face. i Perhaps I do know this woman. I haven't gone by that name in almost 10 years. /i
"But, I don't understand. I thought I saw that man, that vampire devour you. Did he turn you later?"
Rip approached Wolfe Heinkel and took her hand and stroked it softly with her fingers. The memories were starting to come back.
"I think it is coming back to me now, Wolfe. You were a just a teenager when we met. I remember our nights together. We had so much fun, did we not? I didn't think you would understand my special circumstance. I asked my doctor friend to give me something to hide my condition back then. I just wanted to have some fun, be like any high school student. Then I met you. If I recall, Wolfe, we did. Have fun that is. Rip moved her hand up to Heinkel's cheek and stroked her gently but possessively.
Heinkel shivered from the vampire's cool touch. She still didn't understand. "But, Morana, I saw it. I saw that vampire biting your neck. You were covered in blood."
"Oh, that? You've never seen two vampires, umm, how do you say? Get together, shag, have sex. Do you understand? There are more words if not. I wasn't injured. No, I was just having a little fun with the Captain. I do like men too, Wolfe. Don't you? Or is it only me you desire? What about that partner of yours?"
Heinkel was speechless for the second time that night. Millions of thoughts were racing through her head. Her entire life was based on a lie. She had joined Iscariot for what reason? Morana had not been killed – she just never was. Yet, she found herself entranced by this woman, this creature. Heinkel was unable to look away. "No, Yumiko and I are partners, friends, sisters. We made vows to God. Ones that we can't break." Wolfe started to move away from Rip but the vampire followed her every move.
"Vows that a man decided on. You don't believe in those silly vows, Wolfe. Are there not other vows you break? Thou shall not kill. Thou shall not steal. Honor thy parents. Have you kept those vows as well?"
Wolfe Heinkel had reached a wall – she could back up no more. She let Rip run her cool slender hands down the length of her body, tracing her arms, chest, stomach, and hips. She shuddered as the old desire she had felt for Morana returned. She struggled to get her words out. "Those are not vows – they are the 10 Commandments. Every Christian and Jew must follow them."
"And you, Wolfe? Do you follow them?" Rip continued her torture moving her hand underneath Heinkel's shirt, teasing and taunting her with a feather-light touch. Wolfe did not move to stop her. She asked herself why but couldn't find an answer.
Wolfe clenched her teeth – she could do this. This demon was merely tempting her. "I do follow them. I kill only the enemies of the church. I am a warrior of God. I kill demons." Finally Rip's actions were too much and Heinkel collapsed against the wall of the cabin as a moan escaped her throat. Silently she cursed herself for being weak. i Would Anderson submit to temptation or Yumiko /i
Rip leaned against Heinkel at that moment and grabbed her by the shoulders to pull her into an embrace. She claimed the Austrian woman with her cool, wet mouth, tasting every bit of Heinkel that she could. Rip gently forced her tongue into Heinkel's mouth as she kept her hand's busy in other spots of the Catholic's body.
Heinkel found her body responding to Rip or Morana although she knew in her mind that it was wrong. She kissed Rip back hard forcing her own tongue inside the vampire's mouth. Heinkel felt her warmth being absorbed by Rip's ice cold mouth. The vampire's mouth tasted of blood, smoke, and donuts? Heinkel did not mind her taste: dangerous, dark, forbidden, and simply irresistible. Rip started to move her hand down lower away from Wolfe's breast. She stroked her taut stomach and moved down even lower. Rip didn't waste any time as she moved her hand inside of Heinkel's panties. Wolfe moaned as Rip's fingers found her center. The vampire continued to kiss Heinkel as she moved her fingers inside of the nun. Heinkel trembled with desire as her body reacted. She could feel herself becoming even wetter as Rip's finger stroked, teased, and thrusted inside of her. Heinkel's moans escaped into Rip's mouth as they continued to kiss. Wolfe's body writhed between the wall and the vampire, as she felt her muscles become tighten. They seemed to be moving on their own, contracting in rhythm to the vampire's actions. Heinkel struggled to touch Rip's bare skin, ripping open the vampire's blouse. She squeezed her breasts as she pinched the vampire's nipples. Rip screamed Heinkel's name loudly and the she was wondering if she had made a mistake. The vampire did not stop stroking, rubbing, and thrusting into Heinkel. Finally, the Austrian felt her body's threshold for pleasure break, as her body started to climax, multiple times. Afterwards, she collapsed on the floor nearly passing out from her fun.
Heinkel stared at the vampire who had tricked her so many years ago. She had fallen in love with the person Rip had pretended to be. It made Wolfe feel so damn stupid to think she had been so wrong. i Damn, guess I better go to confession when I get back. /i Heinkel wondered why she had lost control and let the vampire touch her. A part of her felt so dirty, so used. Never one to let guilt bother her, she shrugged and decided what is done, is done. Certainly, what they did is not worst then killing humans? She had been ordered to kill humans by Maxwell himself.
"So Rip or Morana – whoever the hell you are, did you really want to meet with me or was that just your excuse?"
"It was both. I did want your body but I would like your help in defeating the demon Samiel. I know your organization wants him dead as well."
Heinkel nodded. It would look good if she could kill or deliver Alucard to the Vatican. "Will you be in touch?"
Rip nodded. "Yes, I know where to find you now." The vampire stroked Heinkel's cheek possessively. "I will miss you."
"Sure you will." Heinkel smirked. "Tell me – what or who is Morana?"
"It was a nickname I was fond of. Morana was the goddess of winter and death in Romania mythology. You could say she was my role model."
"It figures." Heinkel walked out the door without saying anything more. Some things were better left unsaid and this was one of those times. She chuckled on her way to the car. I suppose it wasn't a bad Valentine's day, not bad at all.
