Hello there, chaps. Or should I say chapters? Unlike my other stories, I've been updating this one! It's turning out quite nicely, if you'll let me say this. I just realized I never put a disclaimer in my story! Sad, ain't it? What would happen if I owned Hellsing It would be a comedy. Heh, Well I don't, so there.
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Everyone who knew her knew Minerva to be a slightly confused girl. Not a bad girl, maybe a sad girl, but more a confused girl. But she always had her methods of dealing with her problems. Actually, make that people. She was one manipulative girl. If you called her fat, in a couple of weeks you'd be buying lunch for her at school. You see, she had her ways, methods, and she always puts them to good use. Or shall I say, Nemmie puts them to good use?
Nemmie started manipulating people since the second she found herself laying in the middle of the forest several chapters ago. Because of her Sueness, she was able to turn the trait into an ability. An ability that gave her power. And as we all know, power equals money. Or was it the other way around? The point being, her Sueness was turning into an art form. Everybody she put under her spell gave her more and more power until eventually she would be the title character of Hellsing. Alas, Nemandaria could care less if anyone got hurt in the process.
The next day was uneventful, but for Nemmie, it was nothing but enjoyable. One doesn't often get sucked into the world of their favorite anime, err, manga, do they? Certainly, the girl found harassing the butler and the resident vampirina as well as having Pip swoon over her quite to her liking and decided she defiantly belonged there. After all, everybody loved her. And everybody who didn't will soon be under her jurisdiction anyways. No, she had fun and even Alucard came out on the rainy day to watch her 'train' and own the gun range with her amazing abilities. If you asked Walter, he would probably call it 'being a show-offish bitch'.
Really, only after dinner did the real fun begin for the rest of the gang.
Around five O'clock that Sunday, Integra was called on for a meeting with a couple of the higher ups to discuss some sort of agreement that even the Hellsing didn't know about. Not that it was unusual for something like that to happen. But it was unusual for her to decide to take Seras along. Usually Alucard went. Of course, he was somewhat preoccupied.
Integral arrived at the meeting precisely at a quarter till five and sat down at her seat while Seras stayed in the corridor outside. The knight was still angry because of the rose incident, as seeing a wild red rose on her table once a week secretly made her day. After all, everyone has those little things that make them go 'Ah, I feel like part of me is sitting here with me in a physical form.' Without the rose, Sir Hellsing felt like part of her just died with the arrival of her newest enemy. Ask any English teacher, they'd say the flower is a symbol with a theme.
All the seats were filled with wrinkly old bureaucrats except one position. The chair to the right of her was empty leaving the director to wonder who could possibly be missing. Minutes passed and the old men Integra was laughing at inside her head were getting restless. Suddenly, a soft 'eep!' was heard from behind the door and Enrico Maxwell barged in, taking his spot and pretending nothing was wrong. Before the meeting commenced, Integral could swear the priest next to her was giggling to himself.
As the knight suspected once her rival stepped through the door, the meeting was to be a bad one. The subject matter discussed included 'playing nice' and not killing each other. Other than that, a two hour conversation erupted about budget cuts and border skirmishes. Something about America was brought up and the old geezers environing the two directors persisted on arguing about the latest international gossip. To put it mildly, the whole get-together was long and boring.
The only things keeping Sir Hellsing from going insane was Seras's telepathy and the Catholic sitting beside her. Seras learned to send and receive messages through her mind from Alucard a few weeks back and after mastering the technique referred to it as her own personal email. Turns out, Enrico brought a bodyguard with him Father Anderson and told him to wait in the hall as well. Frequently, Integra got messages from the draculina going along the lines of 'He's here and he's scary and old!', 'Is cleaning bayonets in public normal?' and 'I don't think that's supposed to bend like that.'
After 'Is there a joint in the middle of the femur?' Maxwell was getting noticeably bored. To the annoyance of everybody there, he started doodling on the margins of the papers in front of him, the reports passed out by the head old guy sitting at the end of the table. Though Integral found his very presence a pain in the ass to handle, her curiosity got the best of her and she looked upon the scribblings.
It was a drawing of Sir Irons but considerably shorter, fatter, and with a large mustache. He wore a clown costume and a pie was about to collide with his head. A large red clown nose covered his pale face and large clown shoes adorned his feet. Although Enrico's behavior was childish at best, Integra had to suppress a giggle which turned into a soft snort. Only the priest looked up at her and quickly covered the drawing with the palm of his hand, blushing.
A few minutes later, the Hellsing elbowed the director next to her and tilted her report for him to see. On the page was the head of the current council with large sunglasses in a bear costume, surfing. Thus, the game of drawings was on. Each would doodle something and, not to be outdone (or in this case out-drawn), the other would draw something better. In the end, Integra drew a pig with Maxwell's face holding the bible in one hand and a pitchfork in the other. Underneath, the words 'the Catholic Swine' were engraved with cursive letters. Maxwell, in turn, drew Integra as a bunny with long ears replacing her hair. She was smoking a cigar but looking cute at the same time. 'The Protestant Bunny' was written next to it.
She had to hand it; Enrico was a pretty good artist.
At that moment, 'He's doing acrobatics again' cut through her mind. In response, Integral just smiled.
"Do you find something funny, Sir Hellsing?" one of the bureaucrats asked angrily.
"Not at the least, carry on." She replied, annoyed. Suddenly the meeting was dull again.
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At around half past seven, the last few sentences were uttered and everyone stood up from their seats. The Hellsing walked out through the large double doors acting as if nothing happened. And as far as anyone was concerned, nothing did. The sight in front of her shocked her. Seras stood at the doorway like ordered but with a shocked and yet slightly amused expression on her face. Anderson was standing on his right hand holding a bayonet in his left and a chair propped up balancing on his air-born feet. He was doing acrobatics…
"Come on Seras, leave him alone. We have to get back to the mansion." Seras nodded and followed her boss down the corridor but not before shooting a confused glance at Alexander. All of a sudden, a giant red-eyed black cat raced around the corner and headed straight for the pair, it's cute-yet deadly tail flailed wildly behind it. Integra and Seras jumped out of the way just in time and Anderson dropped his bayonet and stopped the approaching monster with his bare hands. Behind him, Enrico stood with a shocked expression.
"Bloody Hell!" Integra jumped up from the ground and reached for her gun. Hellsing isn't just a vampire hunting organization, but this is ridiculous! The silver from her bullets did nothing to stop the monster for the wounds healed instantly just like on a powerful vampire. Anderson's blades couldn't even pierce the cat's skin. Without warning, it rose up and swatted Enrico against the wall and he fell into unconsciousness. "Damn!"
The Hellsing was really starting to get pissed. As the over-sized animal slammed Seras against the wall with its side, she knew they were fighting a loosing battle. Against a giant kitten! A kitten! That isn't normal! It was as if some unknown force wants us to lose. Someone with power. Someone who knows how to make kittens invincible. After all, the origins of the beast were unknown.
Integra stood by Anderson with her gun raised, aiming at the approaching animal's eyes. Her, standing together with an enemy, fighting for their lives. That is not very fitting at all. Especially when they were up against a monstrosity. Something like that never happens everyday. Of course, one almost never comes across a strange girl pretending to be blood related to you, eith--' her thoughts were cut off. Something caught her eye a lone figure rising from behind the kitten. It was Nemandaria.
"Take that, monster!" She cried with an angry girly voice and stabbed the creature in the back with her giant broadsword. The cat cried out in pain and started to shrink. After Nemmie jumped back, a small kitten lay on the carpet, bleeding to death. The girl shrieked and rushed to its side. She stroked it with gentle hands and picked it up carefully. The crystal on her neck, the philosopher's stone, glowed crimson and the wound shut. Within seconds, the animal was back on its feet playing with her 'savior's' long hair.
Then the alchemist looked up. Integra felt nauseous. Maxwell and the vampirina were conscious again, and thus the four previous warriors stared at the newcomer. Integral and her servant glared fiercely at her but Nemmie brushed them off. They weren't worth a fuss. Maxwell, on the other hand, gazed longing fully at her, clearly eternally grateful for such a gallant rescue. Anderson looked unfazed.
"Hello all!" Nemandaria started with a chipper voice. "I'm so glad I found you! If I hadn't, the kitty would have killed you all!" She giggled, Integra almost threw up.
"Oh, right, some of you don't know me yet, but I know you- Enrico Maxwell and Alexander Andersong."
'…song?'
"Anyways, my name is Nemandaria Draculina Alexandrianskarianas De Van Seingrheinrichtenburgerstein Elric Hellsing the Vampiric Alchemist, and I'm Integra's daughter!"
"You're pretty…" Enrico started.
"I know, right?" The girl giggled again.
"Why are you here?" Integra suddenly growled.
"I told you, silly. I came to rescue you! I could sense trouble miles away, plus I can fly so I got here just in time! You should be grateful!"
"But I am…" The priest smiled.
"Seras, again, we are leaving. Let's go."
Nemmie looked hurt. "What about me?"
"You flew here, you'll just have to fly back."
"Mommy is mean!" The girl whined and Maxwell took the bait.
"Your mommy can be so grouchy; you can come with us, though."
"I'd love too! But I'm afraid uncle Alucard wouldn't like that…"
'Uncle?' Seras thought as she exited the building. That was the last line she heard before following her boss out the door. They left the Vatican troops and the bitch back in the corridor. She reached up and scratched the back of her head. The whole weekend did not go well at all and now even Iscariot was under the fraud's control. For the first time in a long time, Seras wished for a change of pace, she wished Monday would hurry up and come already.
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Slow chapter, wasn't it? Not a lot of dialogue at all. This one was kind of dull to write, but I needed Iscariot in there, somewhere. Plus, meetings are a lot of fun! ; P Well anyways, dialogue is coming, a lot of it, in the next few chapters. A lot of dialogue, you'll see…. Mwuahahaha!
I think reviving the enemy you just slain because it was so cute is the most Sue-ish thing to do ever. Don't you agree?