Bird of Hermes 3
Rip Van Winkle spread deathly black wings. The only one who knew about them was Dok and he promised not to tell the Mad Major about her 'little problem'. She rolled her shoulders lightly, breathing uselessly. She panicked when she heard the door swing open,
"Dok, Is that you?" she asked. No reply. Hesitantly she turned, Captain Hans Gunche, was staring at her and her little problem. "oh Dear Captain, please don't tell the major, please don't" she begged slightly whiny in a way. Captain rarely talked, he only opened his mouth when he really had something worth saying.
"There would be no point in me telling the Major, after all, Zamiel comes for you tonight Rip Van Winkle, my deepest sympathies." She rolled her shoulders again, sighing, to relieve some stress. She turned to face the Captain, moving her wing, to cover her partial nudity.
"Even though Zamiel is coming, doesn't mean…" She didn't finish her sentence.
"face it Rip, you and I know you are not strong enough to survive tonight," She lowered her head….
"… I just wish…."
Meanwhile back at the Hellsing mansion….
"You Goddamn Bastard! You fucking lied to me!" Integra screamed, livid.
"Aww, come now, don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."
"I ought to kill you!" She was screaming her tawdry face, red with fury. "No, I take that back, I'm going to do what my father did! You deserve to rot in Hell!"
"Alucard stood back and laughed at her misfortune.
"It was about time I exacted some sort of revenge on this wretched family for imprisoning me, I could have killed you given the opportunity, but no, I hurt you in the worst way I could possibly hurt you."
"God I hate you, I hate you more than you will ever know, I want to violate you like you violated me, I want to tear you apart limb from limb, I want to—"
"—impale me on a iron stake?" he asked. "After all I suppose I am famous for it, being the Vlad Dracul I am no?" Integra was breaking more and more with every word that came out of his mouth. She immediately sat down, her whip dangling in her loose elegant fingers.
"I will watch you rot in that dungeon, you bastard, you are not worthy of living in my realm, May you perish." She muttured.
Due to recent acts of Plagarism on this story I will have to have the chapters notarized before uploading new ones, I apologize but I plan on making this an extremely well written story, and will not stand for such acts. I am sorry for the delay.