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When Mouse returned to Hellsing manor, she saw the barrier was still up. Undaunted, Mouse walked right through it. It stung at her and shocked her, as that she was half vampire, but it did not stop or harm her. Mouse walked into the house. She noticed all was quiet. She sniffed the air. Alucard and Walter had returned also. Upon entering the house, Mouse searched for Integra.
"Master." called Mouse, reaching out for Integra's mind.
No Answer.
"She must be asleep." thought Mouse.
Mouse teleported to Integra's room, but she was not there.
"She must be with Alucard." reasoned Mouse.
Mouse teleported to the basement and she stood in front of his door. Placing a hand upon his door, she could feel the dark and powerful warning to stay away. Suddenly, something pushed her away from the door. Mouse took two steps back and asked.
"Who's there?"
Promptly, a thick and heavy shadow of a warrior in knight's armor oozed from the door and stood before her. Mouse raised an eyebrow.
"This is new." she thought. "His powers are growing."
"Why do you seek to disturb my master?" it asked.
"Because I have news to report and I wish to check on Sir Integra." answered Mouse.
The shadow said nothing as it dissolved into the floor. Then the door opened all by itself. Mouse stepped inside. The room was utter darkness. Mouse walked over to her father's coffin and spoke.
"Father, is Sir Hellsing with you?"
"Yes." said Alucard, as his coffin slowly opened.
Mouse waited until the lid was fully open. Mouse stepped forward and looked inside. Alucard lay on his back, his arms wrapped around Integra who was also sleeping on her side, as she lay on top of him. Mouse smiled at her father and new mother. Alucard gently sat up and positioned Integra into a sitting position in his lap.
"I do not wish to wake her." said Mouse. "She needs her rest."
"Did you find the door?" asked Alucard.
"Yes, sir."
"Then knowing Integra as you do…" began Alucard.
"She'd shoot me if I didn't wake her." finished Mouse.
Alucard called Integra's name as her kissed her neck.
"Integra, awaken."
Integra opened her eyes. Feeling something next to her neck, she looked up at Alucard.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, shaking away the fuzziness of sleep.
"Mouse has returned. And she has news." said Alucard.
Integra turned towards Mouse and acknowledged her presence.
"Report."
Mouse came to "mock" attention, as she had seen Seras do when reporting to Integra. Integra just raised an eyebrow and waited.
"The door is Stonehenge." said Mouse.
"What!" asked Integra, genuinely surprised.
Mouse explained everything that had happened last night. Mouse could see the color drain from Integra's face as she contemplated the horrible outcome of that door being opened.
"We have to stop this." stated Integra, with great urgency, trying to get up out of Alucard's bed.
"We first have to find out how it started." reminded Alucard, helping Integra to stand.
"Mouse, Awaken your Ricotan network. Have them scour the cities and countryside. If there's a coven of witches or a den of werewolves, or even a Boy Scout jamboree; I want to know about it." ordered Integra.
"Yes, sir." said Mouse.
Mouse turned to leave, but Integra stopped her.
"Mouse."
"Sir?" acknowledged Mouse, turning around to face her.
"Before you go." said Integra, taking a seat in Alucard's easy chair. "Would you please explain why you can set up holy barriers? And who was this priest that you knew?"
"His name was Donner; Donner O'Conner, of the southern clan of O'Conners. He once was what Anderson is now."
"A paladin?" queried Integra.
"Yes."
"How did you meet him and why didn't he kill you?" asked Integra.
"In a bar and I don't know." responded Mouse.
Mouse sat on Alucard's table and using her powers of illusion, she recreated the past for Integra to see.
"It was 215 years ago that I met him. I had just finished another kill and I was thirsty. The bar was called O'Malley's and it had great music. So I stopped in for a pint." told Mouse.
Integra watched as Mouse sat at a table and drank as she listened to the music play. Suddenly, the doors opened and a tall young man, about 23 years of age, with brown hair and blue eyes walked in. He wore a priest's coat, but he had not the priest's collar. Integra watched as Mouse sniffed the air and took notice of this young man. Integra watched as Mouse watched him order a straight shot of Whiskey. He drank it down in one gulp. He seemed to be trying to decide whether or not to have another, when he shook his head no, and turned to leave. Just as he passed her, Mouse spoke to him.
"Whatch doing Catholic? I thought your holy order didn't allow drinking." mocked Mouse.
The young man looked down at her. Who was this stranger that addressed him so? How dare she make fun of him? Heathens, they had no respect. But no, he was to be a priest and tolerance must now be his credo. He smiled and said.
"The vow of chastity, poverty, and obedience; I haven't yet made my vows yet. But that was my last drink."
"Well, considering that you're catholic, why would you take the vows of a monk, Priest?" asked Mouse, most brazenly. "You were the coat of a priest, but you don't look like one to me."
Donner studied this girl. She looked not older than 18 years old or younger. So what was she doing in here drinking? Her hair was black and so were her eyes, but they were so …shiny, and ….captivating. She had the look of a fighter, and yet she didn't seem dangerous. He shook himself out of his thoughts and said.
"Don't taunt me. I'm not in the mood tonight. I've have a very bad night and I just want to go home." he insisted, walking past Mouse.
"What's the matter priest? No prey to kill?" whispered Mouse, inside his head. "Well, maybe next time vampire hunter."
Donner turned as if someone had hit him in the back. He looked at the back of her head. Had she just? That was her voice; but inside his head? He walked over to her and stood before her. He watched her as she took a sip of her drink. She smiled and winked at him. He stared at her.
"It's not polite to stare." she said.
"Did you just…? No, you couldn't have. I'd know if you were one." he said, dismissing the thought as a figment of his weary mind. "Anyway, aren't you a little young to be drinking in here?"
"I'm old enough. Dare to join me for a drink?" offered Mouse. "Since this is you last night and all."
He thought about it as he stared at her. This girl was different from any other girl that he had ever met. There was something strange about her that he just couldn't place. She felt familiar to him and yet he didn't know her. But for some reason, he liked her. And maybe if they shared a drink, he'd find out why.
"I dare." he said. "But not that piss your drinking."
Donner took her by the arm, forcefully escorted her to the bar, and ordered two shots of Irish whiskey. The bar tender said nothing about a priest or an underage drinker in his bar. He just took their money and turned his back.
"What's your name?" he asked, picking up his glass.
"Kalle, but people call me Mouse." she said. "And you?"
"My name is Father Donner O'Conner and tomorrow I will become a real priest." he crowed with pride.
"Well then, here's to tomorrow." said Mouse, eyeing him as they toasted and drank.
"Oh, that's good. Ye what another?" he asked, his accent starting to change.
"You're Irish." declared Mouse, noting the change in his voice.
"Aye, as Irish as me name." he said, pouring her another drink.
"Then ye can dance as well as drink and fight." she said, mocking his Irish accent.
Donner looked at her and smiled. He hadn't notice before, probably cause he was mad at her for making fun of him, but she was very pretty.
"Aye, that I can." he nodded.
"Then how 'bout a wee game?" she asked.
"What game?"
"A shot a dance. We'll see who's the first to fall." challenged Mouse.
"Oh, you're on wee lass." smiled Donner.
Integra watched in mild amusement as Mouse and this "junior" priest played all night long. They danced, they drank shot after shot, and they taunted each other with verbal insults slamming each other's blood lines.
"They day you were born they didn't slap you, they slapped your parents!" taunted Mouse.
"Bullox, the day ye were conceived your mother turned to your father and said get off me it's the dog's turn!" retaliated Donner, now very very drunk.
"You bounder!" laughed Mouse, pretending to be hurt. "You're no priest. You're a drunken harlot in a MAN's dress.
The priest threw his head back and laughed.
"What's the matter? Don't ye like my dress? I made is myself."
Mouse broke out laughing and fell into his arms as she tripped over his clumsily shuffling feet.
"You lose." he declared.
"Those were your feet not mine." protested Mouse.
"Who cares, I just want to shag you anyway." said Donner, who let out a loud belch.
"Oh, I hope you go to confession before you take your vows?" Mouse chuckled, looking up at him. "Cause you're gonna need it."
Donner and Mouse staggered back to his place. His place was a tiny apartment that the Vatican kept in England for their visiting hunters. Donner ushered her inside and locked the door. Then he began to undress; tossing aside his coat, boots, and shirt. He stood only in his pants. No sooner had Mouse finished surveying the room than Donner was on her. His bare chest upon her back signaled his intent. He turned her around and claimed her lips. God, she tasted delicious. Mouse broke the kiss. Donner leaned in for another, but Mouse stopped him.
"There is something you must know, first." said Mouse.
"And what be that?" he said, removing her jacket and unbuttoning her shirt.
"I'm a vampire." whispered Mouse, into his ear.
"You're not." said Donner, stepping back. "I'd know."
"I am. Well, at least part of me is." said Mouse.
"One way to prove ye not." said Donner, seriously.
He strode over to his closet and turned around with a cross-like silver dagger in his hands. Mouse watched him. Then before she could think about it, something struck her chest and burned her flesh. Mouse hissed at the pain it inflicted, but otherwise remained unharmed. Mouse looked up at Donner as he walked over to her.
"See, ye no' a vampire. A vampire would have died instantly. A dhampire could stand the blade, but its fire would consume their flesh and leave its mark." he explained.
Mouse shuddered and her fangs grew as the blade, slowly backed its way out of her body on its own. The dagger clanged as it hit the floor and Mouse's wound sealed itself. Donner stood dumbfounded as he picked up the dagger.
"It's na done that 'fore. If you are a dhampire, you must be a very good girl." he said, tossing the dagger onto the bed.
Donner took Mouse in his arms and kissed her neck. Mouse felt Donner's unholy need getting harder and harder. Mouse moaned with pleasure as he rubbed against her.
"I may have been a good girl…" sighed Mouse, between his gentle kisses. "But I'm about to be a very, very, bad girl."
Mouse pulled him with her as she fell backwards onto his bed.
"Mouse!" called Integra, blushing slightly, as she watched Mouse and Donner wrestle beneath his sheets.
Integra's voice hit Mouse like ice water. She snapped out of her erotic daydream and Donner's room once again became Alucard's room.
"After that, he and I remained friends. He gave me that dagger as a going away gift." said Mouse, taking out the dagger to show Integra. "I taught him to fight vampires and he taught me all the Vatican tricks."
"I find it strange that a Catholic Priest from Section XIII would "consort" with and trust a vampire." remarked Integra.
Mouse smiled as she remembered the kind of man Donner was.
"He was a very special friend." said Mouse, turning to leave. "And a great hunter."
"So are you Mouse." said Integra, with a knowing smile. "So are you."