Order 24: Knights of the Round Part 2
By: SleepyNinja
Disclaimer: Don't own Hellsing and not making a dime. I'm not even making any pennies off of this whatsoever. The entire idea goes out to the creator of the show itself, not me.
A/N: Insert random whoring for review here.
"Down…left…too much left…there we go. Oh right there…Oh god that's good." Seras was currently bent over her knees at the bottom of the couch as Jack rubbed her back.
"Can I stop yet?"
"No." She managed to mumble.
"I've been doing this for over an hour. My hands are starting to cramp."
"Tough."
"Man…" Jack put his elbows on the edge of the cushion so he could rest his arms while continuing the massage. "This is almost as bad as college."
"Would you do it again?"
"I'm still rubbing your back. So it's 'continue' not 'again'."
"You know what I'm talking about." She ran one of her hands over her neck.
"Oh that. Can I stop if I tell you?"
"You can operate your hands and mouth and the same time without one bothering the other."
"Well. While most people live day to day, I did it in cycles of every two or three weeks. I'd wake up, go to class, get home, nap, do whatever school work I had to do until about six. Then I'd go to either Tae Kwon Do or Iaedo. Then after that I'd eat, shower, more schoolwork, and then pass out roughly at three in the morning. Continue this until I pass out from exhaustion, wake up a few days later, and then repeat."
"While I'm sure it was bad you didn't answer the question."
"I'm getting to it. Anyway while that did suck, I did have my family. I mean, it isn't like I would talk to them much, but it was nice to know they were there if I needed them. I'm not sure. A gunshot wound to the chest and impending death may have swayed my decision. But under normal circumstances I just don't know."
"How about with what you know now?"
"In a heartbeat."
"Mmmm…What time is it?"
"About seven thirty."
"Ah." She gathered her willpower and stood. "I suppose I should be going to bed." She stretched her arms and made small, labored steps towards the door. She stopped. Jack had a flimsy grip on his wrist.
"Stay with me."
There was a soft rapping. So early. So tired. There it was again. If he didn't answer it would stop. Yes. No. Dammit. He fought moving. Another knock. This time with words. It was Walter. Dammit. He slowly moved and sat up. His head and shoulders went through the top of the coffin and out into the world.
Walter stood there, composed as usual. When did that guy sleep anyway? He ran his fingers through his hair. It looked like he had put his finger in an electrical socket. "Yeah Walter?" he grumbled.
"There is to be a meeting today at four o'clock. The guard is going to be on full alert. You're to report for assignment at three forty- five."
"What time is it?"
"Ten."
Jack's eye twitched. "Alright."
"Oh and Mr. Owens, please tell Miss Victoria."
"Yeah sure." His head disappeared below the lid as he went to resume his former position. His head came back into contact with the pillow. Oh yes, very soft. He pulled a sheet over himself and draped his arm around Seras's naked stomach. Yes today was starting out very nicely.
"Jack?"
"Mmmm."
"Who was that?"
"Walter."
"Jack."
"Mmmm?"
"Where'd we leave our clothes?"
"Dunno."
"Oh God."
If Jack had opened his eyes he would have noticed the woman next to him was turning a shade of red.
Integra sat at a half empty Round Table. Several screens with the other half of the members sat positioned at their empty seats. "It has been some time since the last time we were called together." She glanced around the room. "While we are not all in England, we all have the same duty and problem. We believe we know where these artificial vampires are coming from."
"And this new information comes from?" One of the members one the screen asked.
"Evidence gathered in the field by senior officers. We have reason to-" Integra stopped as the faces on the screens were replaced with static. "Bloody hell."
The static eventually cleared up, instead of the round table members, there was a pale pudgy man in a white suit. He stroked back his blond hair and looked away. His mouth was moving but there was no sound. Slowly clear audio started to come out of the small speakers below the screen.
"Iz this thing on?" The Major looked into the camera. "Ah wery vell. Greating Frau Hellsing."
"Walter trace it. Now."
"Iz zat old Valter? Ha Ha! I do hope his manners have improved since last time. It is quite rude to interrupt people at mealtime."
"This is different how?"
"Oh Frau. Vhy must you be like that? I am merely trying to give a simple introduction."
Alucard's slow maniacal laughter echoed through the room as he materialized through the wall. "Its been some time 'Mad Major'."
"Alucard! It's a
reunion now. Isn't it vonderful?"
"Enough of this."
Integra said, arms crossed, cigar hung from her mouth. "What do you
want?"
"Vhat do I vant? Var. Just var. I vant to see the troops run through the cities and destroy. I vant entire nations burning at our fingertips. I vant struggle. I vant chaos. I want to see blood spilled on the battlefield again. Zat is vhat I want." The Major cackled. "Too long have we waited for you. Too long have those we controlled do our bidding. Ve will crush the vorld."
"Then you're attempt is poorly timed."
"Oh no Frau Hellsing. It is perfect."
"Then why now?"
"Ah
yes you are referring to the 'incidents' two years ago. Quite a
trouble to zet up really. Vell the explanation is wery simple.
Constant wictory breeds complacency. To truly see ze full extent of
Hellsing's capabilities it had to be beaten. Don't you zee?
You're trembling with rage. You hate uz vith every fiber of your
being. I vant Hellsing at its full power. It's full potential. I
vant var.
"Zeveral delays plagued uz you see. First it took longer than expected for your release. Und zen one of your operatives vent on an extended wacation. It did prove useful. Ze death of "Angel Dust" Anderson is a great boon. He vould have been troublesome, but taken care of. So you see the match is set. Ze characters have arrived and been introduced. It is time for ze first act. It promises to be a great show indeed. Ta ta." The Major waved and the screen blanked out.
"Walter?"
"Trace has nothing. Apparently it was rerouted through so many different locations that tracing it in time was impossible."
"I want everyone at full readiness."
"Yes Sir Integra."
PREVIEW
Walter: Well that was certainly unexpected.
Integra: But it didn't address the real question.
Jack: Yes. Boxers or briefs?
Order 25: Battle of Britain
A/N: Mmmmm pie. Regular updating begins again!
A/N: Silly Nazis!
