SPOILERS for volumes 6 & up in the manga. This story features a romance of sort between Anderson & Heinkel.
Wolfe Heinkel thought the day she was saying good bye to Father Anderson fit the puzzle of her life so well. Valentines Day. Was it ironic or was this the way she would have expected it happen? To be given a slice of happiness of the holiday of lovers only to lose it the same day. He was after all the reason she had come to Iscariot. And the fallen priest had been the reason Wolfe had stayed. If her superiors knew that Heinkel was meeting him – she risked excommunication as well. The Vatican had been searching for Anderson, the true Judas, since the end of the war. They had wanted nothing more then to execute him for Maxwell's death. Wolfe Heinkel would not let it come that. It hurt Wolfe that he had chose allegiance to that woman over her. Over Iscariot. Over his religion. How could you Alex?
Wolfe watched him walk to her table at the German restaurant. He still looked as handsome as the day he had found her on the street – beaten and barely alive. Anderson had saved her life when he brought her back to the orphanage. That was the reason she supposed for her loyalty. She grinned at him as he sat down. "Hello, Father Anderson. I'm glad you decided to come." Heinkel greeted him.
"How could I not, Wolfe?" Anderson replied. The estranged priest smiled at her. "But, there is no need to call me Father. I've been stripped of that title, remember?"
Heinkel nodded. With the fate of their souls, the titles of Father or Sister meant so little anyway. They were assassins for God. Christianity did not hold the beliefs of martyrs. Killing was killing and did not earn them a special place in heaven. It only guaranteed them a spot in hell. Heinkel figured she might was well have fun committing other sins – the nun would hate to go to hell so pure.
The two ate dinner, drank good German beer, and talked of Vatican affairs. Anderson asked Heinkel about his orphans and she questioned him about his plans. There was a strong undercurrent of desire, lust, and passion between the two comrades. They had wanted each other for so many years but had long resisted their illicit feelings. Such feelings were not proper between priest and nun. Even though they committed other sins in the name of God, working together required them to remain chaste. Anderson was leaving now – there was no longer the need to deny themselves. Yet, both continued to play stupid games.
After dinner, Heinkel invited her former comrade to her room for a cup of coffee. Both she and he knew what her invitation really meant – what the nun was inviting Alexander to do.
"Alexander, would you like a cup of coffee? I have a delicious blend of Austrian beans I got on my last visit." She smiled at him wondering what sex would be like.
"Aye, a cup of coffee would hit the spot. I think I drank one too many beers and am feeling a little bit tired. How is Yumiko? I shall miss the two of you." Anderson tried to make small talk, feeling a little bit nervous.
Wolfe sipped on her last mug of beer. "She is fine. Yumiko wishes you her best. She wanted to say good bye too. Father Renaldo scared her. He told her if Iscariot found out anyone had even talked to you – they would be put through the Inquisition as well."
Anderson studied the Austrian nun. She reminded him so much of – her. They were both incredibly strong, sexy, and determined women. "Aren't you afraid of the inquisition? I wasn't expecting you to show up."
Wolfe had to laugh at his comment. "After all that I saw during the war? Nothing scares me any more. Not death, not torture, not even having my soul condemned, Father Anderson. It is getting late. Do you still want that coffee?" Heinkel watched his reaction with lust and impatience in her eyes. Heinkel was getting so tired of waiting.
He nodded. "Yes, a cup of coffee would wonderful about now. Let's go."
The two walked across the street to Wolfe's hotel. Anyone who would have seen them would have known what they were about to do. They both could not keep their eyes off of one another. Wolfe and Alexander exchanged looks of guilt, hunger, desire.
Wolfe closed her eyes as she load down on the bed. She did not open them as Alexander fumbled with her buttons and snaps. Heinkel shivered slightly as he kissed her body everywhere from her head to toes. The feel of his lips on her skin sent a chill down her spine. As the priest pounded into her, all of her hurt melted away. The numbness she had felt for so many years disappeared when she let herself feel the closeness to this man. Her body seemed to react on its own, moving in a perfect rhythm with the man inside of her. Their groans, grunts, and screams were almost musical to Wolfe's ears. The sounds made her enjoy it even more.
As he emptied himself into her, Wolfe felt the climax in her body as well. The waves and ripples of pleasure finally subsided. Her body collapsed into his. The last thing she remembered was the sound of his heart the world went dark.
She woke the next morning alone. It didn't surprise her although she wished he would've at least left a note. Wolfe wondered if he would just disappear or would she see him, feel him, hear him again. Heinkel cursed Integral Hellsing for taking away the only person she had ever wanted. If it was the last thing she did, Wolfe would take away something from her so she would know the pain of wanting that which you cannot have.
On the dresser was a dozen roses obviously left by him. Heinkel chuckled as she read the card.
Happy Valentines Day, Wolfe.
-AlexanderSo like him not to write a personal message – just sign his name. The fact that he had bought them all was a good sign. She brought the roses to her nose and inhaled their scent deeply. From this moment the scent would remind her of him. Wolfe smiled remembering the feel of him inside of her and knowing somehow it would not be the last time.
