Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Hellsing, Iscariot, Anderson (Though I SO wish to), Maxwell (wouldn't want to), Alucard, Seras and the other Hellsing characters from the anime and manga. I DO OWN Skey, Malakai, Holgen and Babylon.
Order 40: Unacceptable Mistakes
Somewhere in the Steets of Vatican City. 12:00 P.M.
Chatter filled the outdoor cafe Skey passed up. Everyone just was so happy to be alive, to be with someone. It was like a dream, a horrible dream to remind her of her solitation. during times like this, she would have liked to run to Father Anderson and have her comfort her...but there wasn't a way to do that now. Suddenly, the world she lived in felt so lonely, so desolate and detached from her. The children irritated her the most with their happy, gleeful faces, full of innocence and evidence of a sound family life. Society's experiences hadn't yet victimized the tender children. They all were still oblivious to the cruelity and truth the world held. Pessimism was getting the best of the young girl, manipulating her mind into even shunning Anderson. Confiding in one and trusting them was the most fragile thing known to anyone. Once broken, it couldn't ever be whole again.
" Oh, Skey...Poor, little Skey."
Skey jerked her head from her deepened thoughts. Right in front of her he stood, a graceful smile upon his cold lips. People passed by them, not taking note of this eerie man's cold and mysterious aura, the outdated yet lavish clothing nor the paleness of his corpse-like skin. The rage in Skey's heart settled due to this one's presence. Something within her forced her to calm the hatred for so many things that resided on the edge of her tongue. The red eyes of the beast itself took a kinder look to Skey. A gloved hand smoothed itself across the child's cheek. The warm cheek was a most treasured feel. From within the mirrors of the child, he saw sadness and despair.
" Malakai..."
Anderson's Dorm. 12:15 P.M.
An aged book laid open on the unmade bed. The pages, yellowed with constant use and age, had creases and tears ever so often a page. A dim lamp was the only thing to give light to the room. The curtains always remained closed unless on a good day...but today was anything but a good day. Anderson sat on the edge of his bed, shedded of the Iscariot coat but still adorned in the well known Catholic priest clothes. He sipped on the mildly hot coffee slowly while in thought about what was happening around him. The world, the routine of the Vatican, was spinning totally out of control. Fear overwhelmed priests and sisters, so steeped within them that even their dreams have become haunted. It became a concern when even priests had doubt in God; doubting their savior would rescue them from the hungry mouths of the vampires. Anderson couldn't view them anymore as true priests. When one places doubt in God, they indirectly reveal their disbelief in Him. It was sad to know how easily shaken their faith could be. Yet another flaw in God's most revered creation. A meek knock resounded. Anderson glanced up with agitation. Everyone knew he hated to be disturbed yet they did it anyway. No curtesy at all. The bed springs squeaked as he climbed out of the bed to answer the door. Chances would be it was Skey coming to nag him about his present attitude. He'd already formulated excuses and phrases to set her on her way but when he opened the door he didn't find Skey there. Just Yumie. The girl let herself in, not even giving Anderson the chance to tell her to leave. The door was closed with a squeak in the hunges. Many things needed to be fixed around here...
" Father Anderson, where is Skey?"
" Hae should Ah know?"
" What do you mean by THAT!"
" Whit Ah mean is that Ah dinna know! Noo leave ma room!"
Yumie gave that trademark stubborn look, defining the idea she wasn't going to leave until he told her the truth. All he wanted was a peaceful day alone to think about things and he couldn't even be granted that.
" Fine! Aif ye really want tae know whaur Skey is. Ah kind O'...left her in the city efter we visited her foster parents. She's fine Ah'm sure, Yumie. Noo will ye please ging oot O' ma room so Ah can be left in peace?"
A look of pure madness gave a twitch to Yumie's eye. At her sides, her hands were clenched tightly into white fists. With an angry yell, Yumie punched Anderson across the jaw. True it was that Yumie held a high respect and loyalty for Anderson but what he had did was considered to be highly irresponsible. Never had he simply leave Skey like this! Worse, if Maxwell was to find out about he second regenerator agent missing on account of Anderson, things could get quite ugly. While Anderson stood there dazed, Yumie punched him again, knocking him down onto the floor.
" Why the hell would you leave Skey out there like that! You know damn well the dangers she faces and worse, leaving her like you did, her trust in you has probably deteriorated to NOTHING! Idiot! She looked up to you! The only person she ever trusted in the world was you...and now you just let her down!"
" Whit the hell dae ye mean, Yumie! she didnae come back til the Vatican?...Ah figured she would sooner or later!"
" She isn't here! It's been about an hour and a half since you got back! Still no Skey! She would have returned by now and you damned well know that!"
Yumie gave an exasperated growl and left the dorm room with a slam of the heavy door. It made Anderson wince since he was sitting right by it. His thoughts drifted to Skey now...after hearing what Yumie said, now it didn't seem like such a good idea to have left Skey out there all by herself. Yet a part of his conscience told him that she was a grown woman and that he had trained her well in protecting herself. If she was to get into some kind of fix, she knew how to get out of it quickly and efficiently. That belief eased his worry enough to now concentrate on the pain that pulsed through his jaw. for a girl, Yumie had quite the punch!
" Tha' hot heided lass needs tae learn some manners towards ethers..."
Stag Ave. 12:45 P.M.
Both Skey and Malakai had their eyes above them to the surging sky that rumbled and threw its temper tantrums across the atmosphere. It was drizzling a fine mist upon the city now, finely coating the medium sized trees that lined the streets. Neither knew what to say to one another. The pain the vampire Malakai knew Skey was feeling wasn't a good opening subject to a conversation. Whatever it had been had troubled her deeply. The color in her eyes matched the depressed sky above them. That color always meant something was amidst. He gave a sly smile and touched her hand that resting upon the bench. It jerked her back to his sight.
" Skey, is something troubling you, dear?"
" Of course...I'm a vampire hunter and here I am having polite conversation with one."
Skey knew better than to say anything about her knowledge of his secret planned attack. As long as she wouldn't mention it, the defense the Vatican was building was unknown to him and his covens. He leaned in and nuzzled his face against her warm cheek. A cold sigh, chilling as December wind, made the hairs on the backof her neck stand straight. The chill brushed over her fair skin a second time, this time freezing her whole body into a rigid posture.
" you're so warm, Skey...I haven't felt warmth for so long...so long. It is a exquisite joy to be able to feel this kind of warmth once again in my life."
"Malakai, please don't do that..."
The vampire stopped his teasing and sat up straight again, facing his body towards her. That same smile hadn't faltered. Skey had imagined it painted onto his face.
" Skey, clearly something is troubling you. I remember when you used to talk to me about your problems every time I paid for a visit. you would lay in my arms like this ( Gently coaxed her into laying against him in his arms) and rest your hand over my chest like this (placed her right hand upon his chest) Then you would tell me everything that was bothering you at the moment or throughout your life. I will never tire of being the one here for you. As you know, I am a very patient person and good at listening...tell me, my dear...anything you want."
" Father Anderson, he...he yelled at me and acted so unruly...like he hated my guts. He never acted like that before with me. It's like as if suddenly he changed into a different person. Something God-awful. I am hoping it's just him having a bad mood for the day and that be that...but I feel deep in the pit of my stomach that it's something much more than that. I keep racking my mind, trying to find out what 'I' did to cause him to be that way. I don't know what I did. He just told me to get out of his way and he walked off back to the Vatican, not even caring he was leaving me behind. He was so caring of me and protective and now it's just like...he doesn't give a shit anymore about me."
Malakai held her tenderly, in complete bliss to hold the woman he loved so close. He rested his chin upon her head and comforted her. And so it would appear was a good guy to most. He set aside the differences and came rushing to her to comfort her; a truly romantic gesture. Yet, a vampire is a vampire; crude, ruthless and unbelievingly strong. Malakai would get everything he wanted which didn't just include Skey, but included the Vatican's and Catholicism's total destruction. Years he had lived and seen the invisible hand the Vatican had in 'ruling' certain countries. While it isn't as prominent as it was in the past, nevertheless it was present. All anti-vampire organization had to be stopped after the Vatican's destruction. Then, Malakai planned to take on the U.S. army and other military branches, knowing they were third in line to pose a serious threat. After that, it would be country hopping, leaving chaos and destruction in his wake. They would take a good amount of the human population as slaves, raising them like cattle to be nothing more than a wealth stature for a vampire. A romantic at heart, yet a ruthless dictator in the mind.
" Now, now my love...Skey don't let the big, mean priest make you sad. (Grins evilly, his eyes glinting in a mysterious, malicious way) Come with me and I will give you everything...I will never leave your side. you could confide in me, my love...who needs him? He had abandoned you as you have said...so why not make a decision and come with me? It would save you from having to roam the streets again...pitiful, shamed..."
" I..."
the temptation to flee with him was quite overwhelming. Being promised more than she could have in the Vatican was the devil's seduction; a easy temptation most would give into in a single heartbeat. Not Skey. Though childish at heart, she was wise to the vampire's persuasive ways of conditioning their prey.
" I can't, Malakai...I do have to admit it is good to confide into you like this, but...don't you see? It wasn't meant to me...God took me and destined me to be a vampire huntress. You became destined to be the vampire. Isn't that a sign enough?"
" And in the concept of Shakespeare's most known play of Romeo and Juliet...were they not opposites? Both their families warring with one another as our people do? And still, the two loved each other fondly, discarding the facts of what their families did, what their history was...only to be able to love another..."
Malakai's cooled lips found hers instinctively. Skey felt afraid at first, her body feeling the jitters. Soon after, she calmed and accepted him, letting him kiss her as he pleased. Bravely enough as she was, she let her tongue run across the sharpened fangs of her prey. All morals, all training against this kind of demon had been lost, caught up in Malakai's well planned net
