Order 27: Meetings

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Integra sat before the members of the Round Table Conference at Pennwood's estate. The chairs here were rigid and high-backed, much like the one in her conference room. As always, she and Pennwood sat at opposite ends of the table. Why they called it the Round Table Conference was a mystery to her. The tables that they met at were never round. Perhaps it was a disgrace to call it the Round Table Conference at all. It the Tale of King Author, the Round Table was where every one was equal, but in modern times that was far from the truth. It was the Hellsings and the Pennwoods who held the most power amongst the Council, with the Hellsings always having first say in paranormal matters, and the Pennwoods having control of the Council. That meant that Arthur, the current head of the Pennwood family, could decide when a meeting was held, who was invited, what was discussed, when it was over, where it was held, and could even kick people out of a meeting. Integra however had control over any supernatural issues. Not even Pennwood could override her decisions on these. However, punishment was not supernatural.

"So, Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing, it would appear to me that you have performed with absolutely no skill in battling this group of vampires. I dare say that there are many here who would like to see you stripped of your titles and imprisoned. However, it is protocol for you to be given a chance to defend yourself. So speak your case now."

Integra grinded her teethe as she prepared herself…

Corvine sat at the chair of the Divine Camber of the Mortalcio Temples smiling. "I don't suppose you have anything to drink?" After a few moments he said, "I'll take that as a no. Anyway, as you know I want you to stop your foolish little games and go back to sleep, where you belong."

"You have some nerve commanding us Corvine. We could crush you in an instant."

"You might have been able to do that a few millennia ago, but I have grown stronger while you pathetic little maggots have been licking your wounds," He took on a mocking tone, "The Last Revenant of the Great Church of Motalcio, how pathetic. Do you little fools really think that you can destroy me? If that is so than you're gravely mistaken."

Blood swam through the minds of them. They were not vampires or werewolves or demons. All the same, all that they could think about was blood. To them it was an exquisite treat. To them it was a drug. For they had once been human. In fact, they were human.

If you considered a twisted mockery of the human race human that is. Twisted by Millennium's vicious experiments into blind, deaf, and mute monstrosities who could see, they were.

The Eyeless served only one being in Millennium. Only one. That creature was Shivaren; the only creature to have received more pain at the hands of Millennium than them.

"So, you have finally found him?" Shivaren said cleverly. "Well its time for the two of us to meet."

The first thing that Corvine tasted was blood; his own blood. As he lay stunned, and shocked by the punch, he looked towards his attacker. A being of immense strength had just attacked him. He could discern very little about his attacker. He (or it) was tall. Very tall. However, the dark hat and coat witch covered the man blotted everything else about him out.

Whoever it is, Corvine thought. He's got enough power to knock me senseless.

Shortly after this Corvine passed out.

Integra spoke slowly, "Over the past few months we have been attacked repeatedly by FREAKs. They have managed to destroy us with absolute ease, because we have underestimated them. They are not random creatures, as we have hoped. Nor are they stupid as we have hoped. The Hellsing Organization's duty is to protect Great Britain from all undead. However, we do not have the resources to defeat them. You say it is my fault that we have lost to the FREAKs twice, and the one time we won we lost all of our soldiers. I say it is your fault. You have been attempting to cut us off from the beginning. And now we are at the brink of destruction.

"However, now is not the time to place blame. Now is the time to rebuild. We are currently rearming ourselves, and the mansion will never be caught by surprise again. We have managed to make alliances with both Iscariot and the American's Paranormal Division. We are currently every measure to insure that Hellsing will not suffer such a humiliating defeat again. We shall drive these unholy beasts through the gates of Hell, just as we always have."

"Can you be so sure, Integra…Wingates…Hellsing?" Havoc said hanging upside down from the ceiling, with a smug look on his face. Half of the council attempted to alert the guards.

Havoc just smiled and nonchalantly said, "Don't even bother. I took the liberty of cutting you off from the outside world. And don't think you can contact Alucard, Integra. I've set up a telepathic block so to speak.I mean you should give me some credit here. Did you really think that I would come here without taking some precautions against brash intruders?"

"It's fairly obvious to me that they would." A psychotic voice called out. They looked to the corner and saw that it came from a blond haired vampire. "It's been what…five years since you escaped Havoc."

"Ahh, Shivaren there's not a day that goes by that I don't feel a great swell pity for you. If I may ask, however, what are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, but of course. You see I've known that you were here for quite some time. Unfortunately, there were other priorities that got in the way of talking to you face to face. So I figure now's as good a time as any to speak to you.How would you like to join me Havoc?"

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. Please Read and Review.