Title: What if
Note: This is just a story I wrote because I was bored and stoned, with music in the background. It's the answer to: What if Integra had escaped the mansion, when she had the chance? What would the present be like? I don't own Hellsing, because I'm fifteen... and I can't draw. Wheeee.
A group of mercenaries huddled in the shadow of a huge mansion. They sat by a the dusty metal fence that they had managed to break down peering past the over grown path, where a dirt path led the way to the enormous stone palace. Vines crept up the sides of wall, creeping into the dark rooms, like snakes. It was cliché, but it always seemed to be cliché with vampires in this age.
"So thats where we're heading," Pip nodded, looking up at the derelict house. "Into the belly of the beast," he muttered to himself, picking up his guns and turning to his men. "Alright, we've been hired to exterminate vampire scum and that is what we shall do, but if any of you want to run, then run". He paused, waiting if to see if any of them had turned. None did.
"Are you really going to try and exterminate all those vampires with no plan, oh please," a sarcastic voice ran out from the back. The crowd parted to show a blonde woman sitting on the hood of a car, smoking a cigar.
Pip sighed, "Integra Hellsing, always there to contradict my plans".
Integra jumped from the hood of the car, "I wouldn't consider walking into a house filled with vampires a plan, I'd call it suicide," she strode forwards, "You have no training, you have no experience and besides I doubt that you could ever kill him".
"Wake up and smell the roses, the world as we know it is dying and has been for years now. The only way we can stop this is by killing him and we'll do it by any means possible," Pip replied glaring at Integra, "Are you going to help us or stand around making cocky remarks?"
Integra shrugged, "Light," she commanded and Pip stared.
"No more mind games!" he said, pulling a lighter out of his pocket with knowing. "Here," he threw the lighter on the floor and turned, facing the house. He marched forward, mercenaries marching behind him.
Integra bent down and picked up the lighter, "Idiot," she muttered, lighting another cigar as she strode to her car to pull out her gun. With merely a shrug she then walked over to the house and kicked the door open.
"Merde!" The scene inside looked like pure hell. Mercenaries and vampires collided in fierce battle that raged to the sounds of guns. Pip stood in on a table, stood down the vampires that were reaching for him. They knew that if they showed themselves fully, he would have time to shoot them.
"Behind you captain," an almost childlike voice rang behind him, as Pip turned to face Seras. She knocked him to the ground, as he turned. "Now you die," she laughed, pulling a gun from the black cloak she wore and firing. Seras turned as she felt a bullet hit her shoulder. Integra was shooting at her. "Don't you ever give up?"
Integra shot the ghouls building up around her and turned back to Seras, "You have no clue what you've become," she muttered, shooting a vampire as they began to huddle around her. Integra looked around and looked back at Seras. They both knew the same thing. All the mercenaries were dead now. She was all alone, again.
Seras jumped of the table and made her way to Integra, "No, you've no clue what you've become," she said, pulling the gun out of another vampire's hands and holding it to Integra's forehead. "Now you die, Hellsing,"
"Seras, enough," A deep voice sounded through the room...
Note: This is one shot thing. Ehehehehehe. I'll go kill myself now.
