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Chapter 10: What They Don't Know

The Hotel. 7:00 A.M.

" You stupid little brat! (smack) Why didn't you do what I told you to do! You damned lazy whore!"

Skey woke with a start, frantically looking around. Once she realized she was in the hotel room, she calmed down. The faint glow of sunlight was just reaching the night sky. Skey brought her knees up, resting her hands on them. Her head hid behind her knees, a few tears escaping. Emotions were so hard to control when she was alone. What she wanted to be was strong and in control of herself. No one would let that be. Not her past, not that vampire. A clattering of porcelain dish was set beside her. When she turned her head to look, there was a steaming cup of hot coffee there. Over on the couch, Anderson sat back down with his own. Skey didn't ask any questions, but took the coffee and sipped it slowly.

Anderson knew she was going through one of those moments where she was reliving her past. It always shattered her pompous, conceited character too. He was waiting for her to confess to him someday her past so maybe he could help her somehow. But she remained so stubborn. It'd be rude for him to ask her to talk about it but at smoe point, he knew she would. Hopefully it would b before he died of old age. Maxwell had remained asleep for a while. Anderson knew he was a pushy and arrogant bastard, but he never got much sleep. This was a rare time for him to. Skey stood up and leaned against the balcony doorway. Only a faint glow of light filtered into the room from the rising sun. It created Skey's body into a simple, black sihlouette. Her head was turned to the sky.

" Ye A' richt, Skey?...Ye look doon..."

" Well...it's a lot of things, Anderson...just thing I wish not to relive right now."

She walked into the kitchen to fix some breakfast. The tone she spoke in was sharp, dripping with venom. Anderson took it as a threat but instead of getting angry at her about it, he respected her desire to have her privacy. Just sometimes people don't want to talk. He got up, not wearin his coat but still wearing his priest outfit. The sunlight grew, but it shedded its light on a dark omen. Storm clouds were hanging over England right now. Anderson's guess was that the storm from Rome moved up North. But that is possibly good news for Rome. Sun was probably smiling down on Rome right now after the shower. Clambering was heard from the closed bedroom Maxwell was in. A few words here, a few words there and all was calm. But it meant the grouch was nonetheless awake. Just as Maxwell threw open the doors of his bedroom, Skey came out of the kitchen with a plate of toast with grape jam. Maxwell saw it and with a smile took it.

" Thank you, Skey. And all along I thought you were useless."

Anderson knew what would happen next no matter is Maxwell was a priest, director or even God himself. Anderson flinched as he heard a loud collision. It was Skey punching Maxwell and taking her toast back. Maxwell was asleep since Skey been up so he wasn't aware of the bad mood she was in. When Anderson opened his eyes, Maxwell was sitting on the ground rubbing his jaw and Skey had walked out onto the balcony with her reclaimed toast. A furious look was in Maxwell's eyes as he got up and proceeded to go to the balcony. Now Anderson spoke up.

" Maxwell! Let the lass be. It's ae wee bit O' ae bad morning for her."

" DID YOU NOT SEE WHAT SHE DID?"

" There's other fowk in the other rooms, Maxwell. Keep yer voice doon."

Maxwell stared at Anderson with a sort of madness before looking back to Skey then back to Anderson. A low animalistic growl rolled form his throat before he walked off into the bedroom and slammed the doors. The man was getting far too senile.

Skey overlooked the people below the hotel balcony while eating her toast. It wasn't that Maxwell tried taking her food that bothered her. It was easy just to make some more. It was what he said to her. The way he talked just then had tripped her into a sort of Deja Vu of her past. But now, she wouldn't take that anymore. She wished to talk about it but well...it was still that fear of losing someone close to her. She had lost her original family, lost sight of her original morals and lost so much time on her life. Time she was just now making up for. She put the plate down on the small patio table, feeling a few sprinkles of rain fall from the surging sky. Her eyes closed and she welcomed the rain to fall upon her beautiful face. She wanted to be cleansed and washed off from all her sins but some...would stick with her forever. No priest, bishop or pope could ever wash or pardon away any of her sins. Her life was getting even more complicated too. That vampire she had met...Skey racked her memory best she could. Bits and pieces had been forgotten either by a default or by her will to suppress it. She did remember that 'man'. They would get her usual hotel room and they would talk. He would tell her his opinions about how she should handle something and she would give him her life story and about the suffering she was going through. He'd comfort her and tell her she would survive through it. Who knew he would be right? Malakai...that name was dark and evil, but when she knew him before he was a comforting friend. But now...what happened to him? And worse if Anderson found out she was talking with vampires, both he and Maxwell would be chewing her head off for it. This was a problem she had to handle herself.

Maxwell had gone out for a walk amongst the town. He left Anderson in charge of watching Skey. There wasn't much to watch. The woman had been sitting outside for the past half an hour as silent as a mouse. Did she fall asleep out there? A lamp was turned on near a hotel phone. Anderson called room service for some food. When he looked to Skey, he decided to order for her as well. Once done, he decided to go and take a shower before they left for the airport this afternoon.

Skey wakled back in and sat down at the table. She took a napkin and a pen then started doodling things. A palm tree, a face, some cursive here and there, a lamp...she was bored out of her mind. They wouldn't be leaving till afternoon and she had all morning to be cooped up in a hotel room. She heard a shower still going and guessed Anderson or Maxwell was taking a shower. She went to the mini fridge and saw hardly anything in it to eat. With a sigh she kicked the door closed and pouted.

" God, what does a person have to do to get food around here..."

The shower stopped. Anderson stepped out of the shower with his pants on and him drying his hair with a blue towel. Skey's eyes slanted.

" Put a shirt on."

Anderson looked up to her, having stopped drying his hair. There was a serious look to her eyes.

" Aye, Ah will when ah get done drying ma hair."

Skey hopped down with a roll of her eyes. She went to the balcony door and looked out. The rain was pouring down more and more each time. Thunder clapped overhead. Skey chuckled gently, talking in such a pessimistic way.

" Looks like storms just like to follow me now. You know that cartoon or whatever? Where the depressed character has a rainy cloud over its head all the time? It's kind of how I feel."

There was a knock on the door followed by a call of "Room Service". Anderson answered the door. The poor man stared up at this behemoth of a man and cuckled nervously. He gave Anderson the tray of food and wearily said "Have a good day" before heading back down the hall. By now, Anderson was so used to everyone acting like that around him to where it didn't bother him anymore. The silver platter with its cover was brought in and set on the counter. He went back and closed the door. The lights in the room were flickering. Great. The worst thing that could happen is a blackout. Skey was eyeing the tray of food. He bet her stomach was begging for more food too then just some simple toast. He lifted the tray to show a big order of sausage, eggs, bacon, toast and even hash browns. There was a pitcher of orange juice and before he knew it she rushed to the end of the counter. she looked to him.

" I can have some, right?...Please?"

" Aye, ye can."

A gleeful smile split her face as she got a plate and piled food onto her plate. She ran over to the large table in the corner of the room, near the balcony door and chowed down. He took what she left him and simply ate off the tray. He sat down on a couch and looked directly out of the balcony door to the stormy skies. Could she be right? The clouds and storms following her and never allowing her the light of happiness and content? What Anderson never let on to was he knew Skey was being a brat all the time to make everyone, even Maxwell, believe she was ok. What she had to remember was he was the one that found her. He saw the sadness and depression swelling in her, the agony and thoughts of her own self destruction. He saw the broken winged dove that thought it couldn't live anymore no matter how much it wished to. Now, it was healed and healthy but something else didn't heal with it. The heart. Skey kept everyone shut out. She was introverted. You would have to remember, a person can be a loud, obnoxious child...but they can still be introverted and secretive about themselves. What they were loud about was just their joking around, the will to 'act' fine and be one with the society when they were far from it and were at the core scared of what they were in. Anderson knew from somewhere a sort of little saying that reminded him of Skey. One only speaks out loud and talks high when one is desperately scared.

A Dark Alleyway. 10:00 A.M.

Malakai drank the blood of a high and well-do woman. She laid in the middle of the alley drained and dead. He couldn't believe Skey didn't remember him but of course...what she had gone through...what she was he was sure she would try to forget and live this new life. But as an Iscariot Agent! He never DREAMED of her ever becoming anything of the such. And he knew now she was his enemy. Apparently she had been taught well to not bend in to his will. He really wanted to meet the man who brainwashed her so far. And from what he learned from his spies he had, Iscariot and Hellsing were teaming up to find the vampire responsible for this epidemic. He grinned. He knew they wouldn't find him. And he had his reasons for starting it. It was the simple, basic fact he was sick of humanity. He let his children, old and new, run rampant only in Europe to make vampires or simply kill humans. Once they had a full control on Europe, they would go for other countries. Vampires would enslave the humans and raise them like cattle. To work for them, to be fed off of and so on. Malakai, unlike some vampires, knew they needed humans to survive. But the plan now was they wouldn't have to hide what they were. Now humans would be the slaves, the ones to be dominated. If only he could get Skey to be his...to be his queen over his rising empire...would this be the most perfect plan and life to live. But now, he had to rethink his plans and modify them. A vampire clad in all black dropped down right in front of Malakai. He knelt, bowing his head down to him.

" Talon...we have a new plan. We must still continue the plague, but at the same time, we must take care of an enemy. The Hellsing Organization and the Iscariot Organization. Though Hellsing is Protestant and the Iscariot Organization is Catholic...both have seemed to overcome differences to hunt us down. (grins) It's foolish, isn't it, Talon? Cause they don't know how far our reach is...and we will call on all the coven...from Germany, from Romania, from Hungary, from Ireland, Finland and even Spain! to aid in our battle against them...and to nourish our plan of domination not over the world, but over the world's gross humanity!"

Malakai saw Talon still remaining still in his kneeling. He chuckled and knelt near Talon, taking the young man's chin in his hand and riasing his head. The young one looked up to his master who's grin was devilish yet seductive.

" Spread the news, Talon. And as for Skey Seryc of the Iscariot Organization...my orders are to bring her back alive with no harm done whatsoever to her. Understand, my Talon? Now go."

And with that, the young vampire was gone...and the news would spread across Europe, the call for the fellow vampires would be heard and the one girl Talon knew Malakai was in love with...would be brought back and be reknown then as the Queen Vampiress by Malakai's side.