Order 21: Deception
Alert: Reread Chapter 7 if you read it before April 29, 2004. There have been some changes.
Integra was taken aback when Fairmount came bursting into her office unexpected. He was almost frantic. "What is it?"
"I think we're under attack, sir."
"What!?"
"The guard patrolling outside decided to call me. He reported a suspicious person. Unfortunately he was cut off before he could say anything more."
"What do mean by cut off?"
"I mean he was about to say more and suddenly stopped. I heard a distinctive gurgling sound."
Integra's fist crashed onto the table. Dimmit, she thought, not now.
This was the worst possible time they could have picked to attack. Not only did Hellsing have few soldiers, they were deprived of their trump card.
Where are you Alucard?
If he didn't show up soon things were not going to be pretty.
Alucard traveled as mist, moving faster than he could in any of his other forms. He was covering ground fast but Shivaren had had a head start. Alucard finally started to get near the mansion when he was suddenly knocked back by an incredible force. A barrier of some kind. He would have to work his way around it if he wanted to get to the Manor.
Shivaren laughed maniacally when he sensed that the foolish little pet vampire had run head on into his barrier. He was not going to lead such this utterly simple attack. Easy work such as that went to subordinates. He had his own job to do.
You'll do well my child, he sent telepathically to Sophie. You'll do well.
She would do well. With the foolish vampire locked out of the mansion, his fledgling lying in a coma he had forced her into, and witch only he could release her from, and the werewolf locked in the basement, there was only one man who could cause a problem. Walter C. Dalnaes was the only potential problem, but he was only a shadow of what he once been. Shivaren remembered the Angel of Death well.
I'll deal with you when the time is right, Angel of Death, he thought. Oh and how he would deal with him. A deep dark laugh full of malice filled the air. That man's screams would be heard for miles.
Sophie stood up strait. She was a tall girl who around the age of seventeen when she was turned. Her black hair fell in curls down to her back. Her face was smooth and round and her eyes were red and piercing. She wore a distinctive uniform. Its top was a black military style jacket, with a red pentagram threaded on the right sleeve. Over her heart was where the crest of her master had been placed. It consisted of a golden serpent eating a yellow lion. Perhaps her master had this crest to insult the British. Sophie did not know. She was a tough fighter with enough dark tricks up her sleeve to destroy even the most formidable of foes.
She turned towards her soldiers. They were not ghouls like the ones that the Valentine Brothers had used to attack the mansion before. They were all FREAKs that had been specifically trained for this mission. There were nine hundred in all.
"All right men," she shouted, "This is what you have been training for. Prepare yourselves for the rain of blood and carnage you are about to bring upon this world."
They all smiled at that, of course. Sophie had always detested FREAKs. They were so filthy. No control. No class. They were nothing but shameless animals filled with a lust for blood. She never really understood why her master even looked at them.
She vividly remembered her master saying not to disappoint him and snapped back into the present. "Let's move it. Get your weapons, begin formations. We don't have all night."
They moved like ants and gathered their gear, witch consisted of a machine gun and several clips, a pistol, a jack knife, and, if they were a sharpshooter, a sniper rifle. Some just took rocket launchers. They all did it with astounding quickness. After five minutes every single soldier was in his squad and ready to go.
"All right Alpha Squad will take the main entrance. Delta Squad will take the left side. Beta Squad will take the right side. Omega Squad, along with me, will take the rear. Is that clear?"
A deafeningly loud, "Yes, sir" answered her. It was always good to make sure that these FREAKs understood you before moving in.
"All right! Then let's move out!"
As Integra heard the booming voices outside, she felt her heart start to pound against her chest. Had she been a normal person she would be totally frozen in fear. Fortunately Integra was a strong person. Fairmount had organized the defense as best he could, but even five hundred soldiers wouldn't have been enough. Ice cold sweat was running down Integra's entire body.
What's happening to me, she thought, I never react this way.
Not even once had she ever felt this sort of irrational terror. Terror wasn't something she had ever even admitted to having, and yet it coursing through her at this very moment, eating away at her courage and strength and turning her into an icicle of pure fear and despair. She needed to fight it. It was just an emotion. Surely she could fight it. Yet nothing she tried would drive it away. It flattened every insult she could throw at herself and dismantled every single one of her attempts to rationalize everything. She felt herself shivering.
Shivaren laughed. It was so easy to manipulate that woman's emotions. That terror she tried so hard to suppress was now eating away at her. She just simply couldn't understand that there were only two ways to beat an emotion. You either embraced it and transformed it into something else, or you destroyed them all altogether. There was no in between. Sophie was now ready to begin the attack. Now he started to prepare himself for what he had to do. His master would not tolerate failure.
Havoc walked towards the Hellsing Manor. He hated Hellsing with all of his heart and soul. They hunted down his brethren as if they were animals. He would see them roasting in the pits of Hell by the time he was done with them, but they were secondary to those who dared to try and copy his race, who dared to do what they did to him. The chains grafted into his back tore at his flesh constantly. They were starting to slowly disappear, but it be some time before they were gone. He sensed what Shivaren was doing to Hellsing. He could have blocked that easily, even in his weakened state, but he wanted that foolish little girl to suffer, to feel what it was like to be hunted. Maybe then she would learn some respect for the Nosferatu. Maybe then she would be able to appreciate the power of someone like him, who was more than just that.
Silence had stretched over the Hellsing Manor. It was a balloon stretched tight, almost to the breaking point. A pin was about to prick the balloon and send a sonic wave through the ears of everyone close by.
The walls of the Hellsing Manor were pulverized by rockets and huge chunks of the walls splayed through five of the soldiers right off the bat. FREAKs came rushing in guns at the ready firing. They fought admirably destroying dozens of soldiers every second, but there were just too many. They would soon be overrun by them.
Sophie smiled. The Valentine Brothers' attack had only been an opening shot; Incognito's invasion, a small skirmish. This was the true start of the war. She would kill as many soldiers as she could before her master finished his job. She noticed the commander of Hellsing's soldiers and pulled out a knife, her favorite method of murder. She threw the knife witch pierced his throat, causing death quickly.
Already one hundred of the soldiers in this place were dead. She suddenly noticed a man walking out of a door; he wore black gloves and a butler's outfit. One hundred of her men suddenly fell to pieces; literally.
Had it been a lower ranking member of the master of her master's army, like Jan or Luke Valentine for example, they would have been shocked and scared. Sophie, however, just smiled and said, "So, you're the Angel of Death, Walter C. Dalnaes. I'd love to fight you in combat myself, but my master says he wants you for himself. Therefore I can't touch you."
"So you're just going to stand there and die like an honorable vampire? What a joke! You're not a true vampire if you belong to those who try to copy you."
Sophie's face contorted into a mask of pure hatred and rage for a handful of seconds. How dare he?! She would destroy this fool. After a few moments, however, she remembered her duty to her master, and replied, "I'd cut off that head of yours...servant if it were up to me. Fortunately for you my master says I cannot risk killing you. I still could kill you, but I will not let my emotions force me to betray my master. Consider yourself lucky that I'm only knocking you out."
The old man dropped onto the ground, unconscious. Sophie's master sent a wave of praise for her self-restraint. She would not let anything like that happen again. The FREAKs were starting to win. Suddenly a gunshot rang out of nowhere. Three out of the four battalions were destroyed almost instantly by a man in a red coat; Alucard.
Alucard stared at the young vampire before him. She was not like the others. He had been able to tell that by seeing her control over her emotions when Walter had tried to goad her. He would have killed her instantly if it weren't for the fact that he realized that Shivaren was somewhere in the Mansion. He had tried to manipulate his master's emotions, but Alucard had put an end to that. This new vampire was smarter and more formidable than Incognito had been. He was masking his dark energies, thus preventing Alucard from finding him. He walked up towards this other one and said, "I'll give you one chance to save yourself. Tell me where your master is hiding and I'll let you live."
"My master wishes to meet with you. He is in the basement awaiting your arrival. He says he'll stop masking his energy, if you'll go and talk to him."
"All right," Alucard said.
Havoc stood outside the gates of the Hellsing family's mansion. He would wait and see how Alucard handled the situation before moving in. Alucard had no idea what his true power was. He would have to find out sooner or later.
As Alucard walked towards the area where Shivaren was he wondered what the man was planning. When he walked into the chamber that Shivaren staying in he saw Devarious, in his wolf form, on the ground tranquilized.
"So this was what you were after. How pathetic."
Shivaren laughed. "Not at all, Alucard. You see my master has always been fascinated by the power of the werewolf. And can you blame him? I mean they've survived our attacks against them for over two-hundred years. Their power rivals that of the Nosferatu. Well, full grown ones do. This one is still young. My master needs a genuine werewolf if he is to develop a way to integrate their great power into his armies. And that's not all. This here's a Mavrial Werewolf. You and I both know what that means. He is the perfect specimen for my master's experiments. Now technically you didn't do what I wanted you to do, but I succeeded anyway, so I'll let your little fledgling go. She is now free of the curse I put on her. Now I just need to get rid of all the trash upstairs."
He took out a small remote control and pressed in a series of numbers into the keypad. He then turned said. "Well, that's all for now. I look forward to the next time we meet."
He pulled Shivaren to him mentally, and then faded away.
As Sophie saw all the FREAKs burning she knew it was time to leave. She turned and walked out the door, shape shifting into a cloud of bats as she left.
Integra stared at the piles of corpses. There was going to hell to pay for this. And she knew that a great amount of that sum was going to go to her. However, if she had her way, those FREAKs would get a taste of it as well. That was all for future planning, however.
At moment she was going to have to report this to the Knights of the Round Table. Even worse, however, was the thought of telling the American's Paranormal Section what had happened to their operative. Worse, she now had to make a whole new army from scratch and find a commanding officer. Oh yes, she was already getting part of her large sum of hell.
Author's Note: This was a very difficult chapter to write. I hope you liked it. Please tell me what you think of it. By the way, this sets up the next chapter witch involves Devarious, a look at the leader of the Paranormal Section, and the rebuilding of Hellsing's army. There will probably be some new characters, and some important clues as to who the group behind the FREAKs really is.
Alert: Reread Chapter 7 if you read it before April 29, 2004. There have been some changes.
Integra was taken aback when Fairmount came bursting into her office unexpected. He was almost frantic. "What is it?"
"I think we're under attack, sir."
"What!?"
"The guard patrolling outside decided to call me. He reported a suspicious person. Unfortunately he was cut off before he could say anything more."
"What do mean by cut off?"
"I mean he was about to say more and suddenly stopped. I heard a distinctive gurgling sound."
Integra's fist crashed onto the table. Dimmit, she thought, not now.
This was the worst possible time they could have picked to attack. Not only did Hellsing have few soldiers, they were deprived of their trump card.
Where are you Alucard?
If he didn't show up soon things were not going to be pretty.
Alucard traveled as mist, moving faster than he could in any of his other forms. He was covering ground fast but Shivaren had had a head start. Alucard finally started to get near the mansion when he was suddenly knocked back by an incredible force. A barrier of some kind. He would have to work his way around it if he wanted to get to the Manor.
Shivaren laughed maniacally when he sensed that the foolish little pet vampire had run head on into his barrier. He was not going to lead such this utterly simple attack. Easy work such as that went to subordinates. He had his own job to do.
You'll do well my child, he sent telepathically to Sophie. You'll do well.
She would do well. With the foolish vampire locked out of the mansion, his fledgling lying in a coma he had forced her into, and witch only he could release her from, and the werewolf locked in the basement, there was only one man who could cause a problem. Walter C. Dalnaes was the only potential problem, but he was only a shadow of what he once been. Shivaren remembered the Angel of Death well.
I'll deal with you when the time is right, Angel of Death, he thought. Oh and how he would deal with him. A deep dark laugh full of malice filled the air. That man's screams would be heard for miles.
Sophie stood up strait. She was a tall girl who around the age of seventeen when she was turned. Her black hair fell in curls down to her back. Her face was smooth and round and her eyes were red and piercing. She wore a distinctive uniform. Its top was a black military style jacket, with a red pentagram threaded on the right sleeve. Over her heart was where the crest of her master had been placed. It consisted of a golden serpent eating a yellow lion. Perhaps her master had this crest to insult the British. Sophie did not know. She was a tough fighter with enough dark tricks up her sleeve to destroy even the most formidable of foes.
She turned towards her soldiers. They were not ghouls like the ones that the Valentine Brothers had used to attack the mansion before. They were all FREAKs that had been specifically trained for this mission. There were nine hundred in all.
"All right men," she shouted, "This is what you have been training for. Prepare yourselves for the rain of blood and carnage you are about to bring upon this world."
They all smiled at that, of course. Sophie had always detested FREAKs. They were so filthy. No control. No class. They were nothing but shameless animals filled with a lust for blood. She never really understood why her master even looked at them.
She vividly remembered her master saying not to disappoint him and snapped back into the present. "Let's move it. Get your weapons, begin formations. We don't have all night."
They moved like ants and gathered their gear, witch consisted of a machine gun and several clips, a pistol, a jack knife, and, if they were a sharpshooter, a sniper rifle. Some just took rocket launchers. They all did it with astounding quickness. After five minutes every single soldier was in his squad and ready to go.
"All right Alpha Squad will take the main entrance. Delta Squad will take the left side. Beta Squad will take the right side. Omega Squad, along with me, will take the rear. Is that clear?"
A deafeningly loud, "Yes, sir" answered her. It was always good to make sure that these FREAKs understood you before moving in.
"All right! Then let's move out!"
As Integra heard the booming voices outside, she felt her heart start to pound against her chest. Had she been a normal person she would be totally frozen in fear. Fortunately Integra was a strong person. Fairmount had organized the defense as best he could, but even five hundred soldiers wouldn't have been enough. Ice cold sweat was running down Integra's entire body.
What's happening to me, she thought, I never react this way.
Not even once had she ever felt this sort of irrational terror. Terror wasn't something she had ever even admitted to having, and yet it coursing through her at this very moment, eating away at her courage and strength and turning her into an icicle of pure fear and despair. She needed to fight it. It was just an emotion. Surely she could fight it. Yet nothing she tried would drive it away. It flattened every insult she could throw at herself and dismantled every single one of her attempts to rationalize everything. She felt herself shivering.
Shivaren laughed. It was so easy to manipulate that woman's emotions. That terror she tried so hard to suppress was now eating away at her. She just simply couldn't understand that there were only two ways to beat an emotion. You either embraced it and transformed it into something else, or you destroyed them all altogether. There was no in between. Sophie was now ready to begin the attack. Now he started to prepare himself for what he had to do. His master would not tolerate failure.
Havoc walked towards the Hellsing Manor. He hated Hellsing with all of his heart and soul. They hunted down his brethren as if they were animals. He would see them roasting in the pits of Hell by the time he was done with them, but they were secondary to those who dared to try and copy his race, who dared to do what they did to him. The chains grafted into his back tore at his flesh constantly. They were starting to slowly disappear, but it be some time before they were gone. He sensed what Shivaren was doing to Hellsing. He could have blocked that easily, even in his weakened state, but he wanted that foolish little girl to suffer, to feel what it was like to be hunted. Maybe then she would learn some respect for the Nosferatu. Maybe then she would be able to appreciate the power of someone like him, who was more than just that.
Silence had stretched over the Hellsing Manor. It was a balloon stretched tight, almost to the breaking point. A pin was about to prick the balloon and send a sonic wave through the ears of everyone close by.
The walls of the Hellsing Manor were pulverized by rockets and huge chunks of the walls splayed through five of the soldiers right off the bat. FREAKs came rushing in guns at the ready firing. They fought admirably destroying dozens of soldiers every second, but there were just too many. They would soon be overrun by them.
Sophie smiled. The Valentine Brothers' attack had only been an opening shot; Incognito's invasion, a small skirmish. This was the true start of the war. She would kill as many soldiers as she could before her master finished his job. She noticed the commander of Hellsing's soldiers and pulled out a knife, her favorite method of murder. She threw the knife witch pierced his throat, causing death quickly.
Already one hundred of the soldiers in this place were dead. She suddenly noticed a man walking out of a door; he wore black gloves and a butler's outfit. One hundred of her men suddenly fell to pieces; literally.
Had it been a lower ranking member of the master of her master's army, like Jan or Luke Valentine for example, they would have been shocked and scared. Sophie, however, just smiled and said, "So, you're the Angel of Death, Walter C. Dalnaes. I'd love to fight you in combat myself, but my master says he wants you for himself. Therefore I can't touch you."
"So you're just going to stand there and die like an honorable vampire? What a joke! You're not a true vampire if you belong to those who try to copy you."
Sophie's face contorted into a mask of pure hatred and rage for a handful of seconds. How dare he?! She would destroy this fool. After a few moments, however, she remembered her duty to her master, and replied, "I'd cut off that head of yours...servant if it were up to me. Fortunately for you my master says I cannot risk killing you. I still could kill you, but I will not let my emotions force me to betray my master. Consider yourself lucky that I'm only knocking you out."
The old man dropped onto the ground, unconscious. Sophie's master sent a wave of praise for her self-restraint. She would not let anything like that happen again. The FREAKs were starting to win. Suddenly a gunshot rang out of nowhere. Three out of the four battalions were destroyed almost instantly by a man in a red coat; Alucard.
Alucard stared at the young vampire before him. She was not like the others. He had been able to tell that by seeing her control over her emotions when Walter had tried to goad her. He would have killed her instantly if it weren't for the fact that he realized that Shivaren was somewhere in the Mansion. He had tried to manipulate his master's emotions, but Alucard had put an end to that. This new vampire was smarter and more formidable than Incognito had been. He was masking his dark energies, thus preventing Alucard from finding him. He walked up towards this other one and said, "I'll give you one chance to save yourself. Tell me where your master is hiding and I'll let you live."
"My master wishes to meet with you. He is in the basement awaiting your arrival. He says he'll stop masking his energy, if you'll go and talk to him."
"All right," Alucard said.
Havoc stood outside the gates of the Hellsing family's mansion. He would wait and see how Alucard handled the situation before moving in. Alucard had no idea what his true power was. He would have to find out sooner or later.
As Alucard walked towards the area where Shivaren was he wondered what the man was planning. When he walked into the chamber that Shivaren staying in he saw Devarious, in his wolf form, on the ground tranquilized.
"So this was what you were after. How pathetic."
Shivaren laughed. "Not at all, Alucard. You see my master has always been fascinated by the power of the werewolf. And can you blame him? I mean they've survived our attacks against them for over two-hundred years. Their power rivals that of the Nosferatu. Well, full grown ones do. This one is still young. My master needs a genuine werewolf if he is to develop a way to integrate their great power into his armies. And that's not all. This here's a Mavrial Werewolf. You and I both know what that means. He is the perfect specimen for my master's experiments. Now technically you didn't do what I wanted you to do, but I succeeded anyway, so I'll let your little fledgling go. She is now free of the curse I put on her. Now I just need to get rid of all the trash upstairs."
He took out a small remote control and pressed in a series of numbers into the keypad. He then turned said. "Well, that's all for now. I look forward to the next time we meet."
He pulled Shivaren to him mentally, and then faded away.
As Sophie saw all the FREAKs burning she knew it was time to leave. She turned and walked out the door, shape shifting into a cloud of bats as she left.
Integra stared at the piles of corpses. There was going to hell to pay for this. And she knew that a great amount of that sum was going to go to her. However, if she had her way, those FREAKs would get a taste of it as well. That was all for future planning, however.
At moment she was going to have to report this to the Knights of the Round Table. Even worse, however, was the thought of telling the American's Paranormal Section what had happened to their operative. Worse, she now had to make a whole new army from scratch and find a commanding officer. Oh yes, she was already getting part of her large sum of hell.
Author's Note: This was a very difficult chapter to write. I hope you liked it. Please tell me what you think of it. By the way, this sets up the next chapter witch involves Devarious, a look at the leader of the Paranormal Section, and the rebuilding of Hellsing's army. There will probably be some new characters, and some important clues as to who the group behind the FREAKs really is.