Chapter 4
Indians and Tinkerbelle's attack
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Moira sat looking at a painting that had just been heaved onto the wall. In the painting there was a young girl with long black hair that fell in front of her eyes blocking them from view. Her dress was tattered and ripped; her alabaster skin was caked in blood. Her dress once white was now brown and red. What truly made this piece so morbid to Moira were the chains, hundreds of small silver chains impaled her limbs and torso, the chains hung loosely from her form. The girl was walking from a church into broad daylight; the only hint of the actions in the church was a small trickle of blood running out the door.
In most cases Moira would never hang this picture, it was too dark, but the girl, Moira had seen her in worse shape but this moment was the exact moment the two of them had met. Circia, never allowed herself to be painted or photographed, this was one of the few pictures of her. Circe on the other hand loved to be painted and seen, but her older paintings were so morbid or so full of angst Moira could no longer hang them in the school.
Moira watch all the paintings as they were hung on the wall. Hellsing would be coming; Moira had smiled when Circe agreed to allow Moira to display her early paintings. Moira was just about humming when Circe appeared.
"She's not coming" announced Circe.
"How did you know that?" said Moira as she kept admiring Circia's picture.
"Walter hasn't told her about it yet, should I have Fey or Faust…"
"No, why don't you get Vlad's feedling to bring her here, it would be nice to meet everyone at once" smiled Moira.
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Seras just picked up the phone that had been wired to her room to find Ferguson's voice on the line, there had been a freak attack at a small art gallery near the Virgin Records store. She was mobilized in an instant, she ended up riding with Integra to the mission, and Sir Integra had wanted to speak with Seras about something or other on the way.
"Seras, when I called your master, he didn't answer me, do you know why?" said Integra as the car went on, suddenly the car took a sharp right turn, and both women were thrown against the door. "Walter what are you doing!" screamed Integra as the car finally came to a halt outside a small studio.
Still shaken Integra looked over to see Seras slumped against the window; she had been knocked out by the force of the turn. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the door of the studio open for her. Curious about this she opened the door and stepped out, just as another car pulled up to the curb, just as hers had. The other car's door opened and out stepped Enrico. The two glared at each other for a moment until paladin Anderson stepped, out having to stoop quite a bit. The blond priest smiled lightly to Integra and nodded; the two of them had bonded slightly after the Millennium Attack.
The two leaders went back to glaring as the walked into the studio. Integra almost screamed when she saw Alucard and Walter already there. At the moment when tensions were so thick you could shoot it, the door slammed shut. All there turned to see a young woman in her mid 30's standing in front of the door, smiling at all of them in a motherly way.
"Welcome all of you, please forgive the car ride my children still need some practice." She turned to Walter and Alucard who had been standing towards the back of the studio. "Vlad, Walter, you didn't tell Integra we were meeting, that's so horrible since this is all about her." Integra twitched; she couldn't stand how they were talking about her. 'Vlad, why should she call him Vlad?'
"I demand to know who you are this instant!" Enrico started to scream when he was cut off by Anderson.
"Miss, are you Moira Shine?" Enrico gave his subordinate an odd look at the name.
"Yes, I'm Miss Moira Shine, I called your respected groups here today for one thing. I as of this moment declare war on your groups." Said Moira never losing her smile.
"How dare you, do you have any idea who your talking to, you bitch?" threatened Enrico.
"What did you just call my mother?" said a voice that seemed to echo off the walls. Alucard suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder, looking at it he saw a girl no more than 16. The girl had long strawberry blond hair, more red than Seras's hair; she was so petite she had extra room on Alucard's shoulder the girl's blue eyes were narrowed in contempt at Enrico.
"Where did you..." started Integra until she noted Alucard's eyes they were wide in shock, 'Even Alucard didn't sence this girl.'
"What did you call my mother?" the girl eased forward on Alucard's shoulder. "You should be more polite to someone when they invite you out; if I had known they'd act like this I wouldn't let you show my paintings." The girl said to Moira as she jumped down form her perch.
That comment brought the five of them back to reality. They were in an Art Gallery after all. The gallery was filled with portraits of children. Most were light hearted, a child walking with a candle, children at a tea party. The portraits that caught the eye were the morbid ones. A group of girls decapitating a demon and a young boy covered in cuts. On the back wall a heavy red curtain blocked the paintings on the other side.
"You painted all of these?" asked Anderson to the girl. Anderson had a large soft spot for children. Integra had been horrified by the paintings.
"Yes, most are from my dark phase. Will you just show them the groups you had me paint?" Huffed the girl walking towards the curtain. Moira smiled at her immature nature.
"Go ahead Vlad, I asked Circe to do a group picture of Never-land, since there have been some changes to the roles over the past 50 years or so." Circe opened the curtain to revile a large painting that took up the entire wall. There was Aulcard as peter with Walter as Jon, Pip as Michel. Then the pirates were to the right of the lost boys. Anderson as Hook and Enrico as Smee, Enrico looked pissed at the change in roles. Then to the left of the lost boys were the Indians Moira was surrounded by four children one of which was Circe, then two boys one tan with long brown hair, tied back and the other boy pale. The last child was a girl with extremely long hair, it seemed to be made out of spun gold, and her tan skin was the opposite of Circe's ivory coloring.
"Why did you put Integra as Wendy, Moira was Wendy during the war." Mumbled Alexander Anderson, he had wanted to know as much as he could about the Moira Shine during his first few years as a regenerator.
"Wendy was a fool who was sold on the idea that sheltering or defending an ideal behind lies and stories would lead to a victory, because of that she almost killed Tinkerbelle, the lost boys, her own brothers, and finally forced Peter to grow up. It sounds just like a Hellsing to me." hissed Circe walking towards the door. "I am going back to bed."
"You're not going to stay and guard me?" Smirked Moira at the girl. "You're going to leave me to die here?"
"What are you talking about there's not a single backbone in this room. None of them have the gull to attack you, and even if they did, superficial wounds are not a need for protection." She said just before she vanished as quickly as she had appeared. The others just stood stunned. Integra was still getting over the Wendy comment and Anderson was now examining the painting in depth.
"Devil, they don't have your childe up there." Huffed the Priest. Alucard cocked an eyebrow at Moira.
"I warned you Vlad, too bad about the bump to her head." Then Moira vanished as did the studio, they were all out in the middle of park. Alucard quickly covered himself and vanished.
"Walter, take my master home." Ordered Alucard as he ran off.
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Alucard appeared in the main hall to late, shackled to the ceiling was Seras. I could smell the silver bullets that had riddled her body there was a large pool of fresh blood. She was limp, luckily not dead, or as a vampire could get. He now realized why Moira had not killed her, this was a warning. Moira had found another weakness of his, Seras was like a daughter to him, Moira had seen right through him, just like in Romania.
Integra got to the manor just after Alucard removed Seras from her bindings. She was in shock at Seras' state, calling Dr. Roberts, who had gone with Pip's men, to return to aid Seras. He got there and instantly rushed her to surgery, for the removal of the silver.
"Alucard what in hell's name is going on!" yelled Integra after Seras was wheeled away. "Who in the Hell is Moira, How do you know he, and what dose she have against the Hellsing Organization?" Alucard's eyes were still on the hallway where they had taken Seras. "Alucard!"
"Your Grandfather cursed us, my master. During WWII Hellsing, Iscariot, and the Shine School were the troops that stood in the way of Millennium. Moira trains supper natural children. Your grandfather had no clue that she wasn't training them to fight, except her special opps. Then he grew angered with Moira and ordered Walter and I to kill every single child. There were rumors that a small group got away but, we had taken what Sir. Hellsing had wanted we had captured and imprisoned Moira. That's why she wants you dead this is her revenge." Finished Alucard, he then nodded his good-bye and went down to the dungeon to rest. Integra stood stunned, her own grandfather had ordered the massacre of children, then for Moira to strike such a low blow as attacking Seras, who had nothing to do with this.
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Integra had asked Walter or Morgana to alert her when Seras came out of surgery, in the end the doctor, had taken six hours to remove all of the silver and now were patching Seras up. Alucard had gone to his room around 3pm and slept for most of the day and night. Walter was in complete disarray, blaming himself for not guessing Moira's actions; he had seemed to grow attached to Seras' childish demeanor. Now looking at it from that point of view everyone had grown be worried about Seras, even she, a leader of Hellsing. Morgana didn't come to her until around 2am Seras was in intensive care and only Dr. Roberts and the nurses could enter but there was a window that one could use to see into the room. Seras lay on the far right bed, her body was almost completely covered in bandages, and Moira had gone for torture rather than murder.
"Sir Hellsing, Miss Seras should be fine in a month, this is a risk she accepted when she became Mr. Alucard's feedling. You should be proud of her." Said Morgana then loud foot steps could be herd coming down the hall at a sprint. Lon was running as fast as he could to reach the two of them. He slowed down and doubled over to catch his breath.
"Sir Hellsing, I just herd Seras got out from under the knife." The two women looked oddly at Lon. "Sorry American saying. I mean is she okay, she's a good kid and for this to happen to her it's…" he faded out as he was sucked into the sight of Seras bandaged. In their silence none of them feel the hand reach out until both Lon and Morgana jump a good 3 feet in the air. Spinning on their heels they came face to face with Dr. Roberts.
"I believe it is time for all of you to sleep, as much as it pains my old heart to say this Seras will not get better by you mourning over her. So get to sleep." Said the older man with his stethoscope still around his neck, as he ushered them away to bed.
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As Dr. Roberts walked into the intensive care unit, he about fell over, there was Circe sitting on the bed next to Seras'. She sat there glaring at the floor. Lips pulled back in a snarl. Dr. Roberts walked over to Circe, as he reached her, it was like a veil being ripped off, Dr. Roberts was no longer an old man, but now looked barley over 18; his hair was now colored to be half black half white.
"Circ, what are you doing here?" He smirked as he got near Circe, then as she saw her state he got more and more somber. He walked over to her side and rested his palm on her cheek.
"Faust is Circ okay?" came Morgana's voice from behind them she sat at Faust's side as she quickly de-aged; her golden hair grew down to her ankles. She hugged Circe in attempts to rouse her from her lethargic state.
"She told me to do this, but damn she told me Circia was fine, why the hell is she mad now?" Said Lon resting his palm against her other cheek. Lon hadn't not changed at all, still looked 19, but his hair had grown out. There stood Moira's little Indians: Lon, Fey, Faust, and Circe.
"I'm fine all of you… but my show…." Circe growled, they felt her power start to crack around her, it continued to grow and grow until, "They hated my paintings." Circe broke out in a fit of sobs, "even Neverland."
"Circ, calm down, now just breathe, you know, you can't please all of the people all of the time." Lon tried to reason, Circe just sobbed harder.
"Don't tell me you wanted to impress him…" Drawled Fey, knowing exactly buttons to push. "You act like you care about what he thinks."
"Of course not" Snapped Circe as she instantly came back to her right mind. Her eyes filled with loathing at the mention on that man. Circe eyes changed from their ice blue to a vivid purple for a moment. "Thank you, I needed to vent my frustrations. You should start getting ready tomorrow is a big day."
"Circe, I almost forgot but, Moira wanted me to bring you Tepes." Said Lon as he pulled off what looked like a black snake skin coil from around his neck, the coil sprang to life at the sight of it's mistress he jumped at Circe and wrapped itself around Circe neck.
"Well I missed you too sweetie." Circe cooed at Tepes as she stroked his head with her finger. "Its early and we all must get some sleep. Good Morning." She smiled as they each departed their on their way. Circe just lay down on her bed and drifted to sleep, comforted by Tepes' nuzzling.
AN: that was my longest chapter so far, pathetic really oh well. They war begins next chapter, Hugz Tepes you're a little hell demon aren't you. Please review.
