Chapter IX
Author's Note: Finally got to the chapter that I could bring back Alucard! This is the chapter where the story really begins. Happy reading! Please review if possible.
Third Person POV
~10 Years Later~
Seras woke up 4 hours earlier than usual in the arms of Izaiah. She had been feeling restless all week and she couldn't figure out the reason behind it.
"What's wrong, Seras?" his voice was still husky from sleep.
"I don't know. I just have a feeling that something important is about to happen," she moved to get out of bed.
"I know it's early but wake up for now, Izaiah. It's better to be safe than sorry. I need for you to get dressed, feed on four packs of blood, and search the perimeter around the mansion."
"Understood." Izaiah dematerialized into his room and started on the task he had been ordered to do.
Third Person POV
Seras walked into the shower and began to run a list of procedures to follow in times of emergency.
She thought of evacuating the mansion but decided against it.
It's Sunday night… why would anyone choose a day on the weekend to attack? Couldn't it be during a weekday where it wasn't a day off?
Police Girl, any day is as good of a day to attack.
Master?
No reply came.
I must be going crazy.
"Stop! That's it! A victor has been determined!" Seras shouted with a grin plastered on her face.
"And the winner is….Integra!"
Integra took off her helmet and let her now silver hair fall. Her beauty was still enough to stun those around her.
"Excellent. Excellent! Her skill hasn't diminished at all," Chief Makube clapped.
"Section XIII, you were suppose to wait in the hall."
"No. no. Waiting is a virtue that I personally disagree with. We have waited long enough and no one had even offered us a glass of water. We're a little tired, you know?" He tried to keep up a friendly pretense.
"I do not wish to speak with you now. Please go back to where you came from."
Seras nodded in the background.
"Yes, yes. We're going," the Section XII representative shrugged.
As the group of the Vatican church was leaving, Heinkel Wolfe stared at Seras and assessed her abilities to decide whether or not she could fight her.
Seras smirked when Wolfe turned around to leave with the rest of the group.
"Chief Makube, Hellsing is weak. We should attack them now," one of the representatives said as they walked down a hallway to exit the organization.
"You little brat. You are blind," Wolfe replied through her deformed lips.
"Huh?"
Chief Makube reached his right hand out and tore off a piece of the wall to reveal a dark red and black substance. It sped away from them as suddenly as it was forced to appear.
"What the hell was that?!" yelled the novice representative. "Wait… this is…"
"The shadow of Seras Victoria" finished Makube. He then continued "Our section is weak. We have lost too much."
"However, we have booked a new arsenal."
"No, not yet. Not yet. We have lost too much power after the Ninth Crusade. What does a little waiting mean? We've got plenty of time. We've already waited five hundred years. What does another century or two mean to us? We shall be the ones to wage the Tenth Crusade" Makube said as he continued to walk.
"We'll stop here for today. You are all dismissed," Integra commanded. "And Sir Penwood, good work today."
"U-uh, y-yes" he muttered.
"You're swordsmanship is remarkable. You have helped me to improve."
Penwood dreaded what was soon to come.
"Yes. I mean, no… I'm not that good. Thank you very much… U-um, my grandfather. You used to practice your sword with my grandfather as well, didn't you?"
"Your grandfather…" Integra started out solemnly.
"He kept cutting and cutting at the Nazis. I was sure that there was no one in England who could ever ever match up to his skill in cutting. He sliced all approaching enemy into two and we heard that in the end he strapped a bomb to himself and blew up an entire enemy ship!" Integra talked quickly and held an obvious comical note to her tone.
There was a slight period of awkward silence when she continued.
"He was England's guardian angel. My eye was also injured during one of his special attacks"
"Y-you're kidding, aren't you?"
"No, I'm very serious. Really very serious. So very very serious. Seriously! And I'm so serious that you should seriously pay the bill for a new helicopter in my organization."
"AGAIN?!"
"Yes, please," Integra said with a threatening glare.
"O-o-okay."
Penwood left running and crying towards the exit.
"Please remember, okay?" Integra called out after Penwood.
"Y-Yes!"
Seras deadpanned.
"It's surely hard on him and his family and the way you talk to him is almost like a mafia member…"
Integra became serious.
"It's fine. He must learn of hardships just as his grandfather had. When I die, Hellsing will also come to an end. It is they who must carry on. After that, there should be a State-Controlled Government Agency to take on this job. It will no longer be the era of organizations led by family lines."
She then sighed.
"I feel a bit tired."
"You don't really look tired though" Seras interjected.
Integra let out a sigh and continued.
"I saw small wrinkles appearing again after looking at the mirror this morning!"
Seras sweat dropped.
"Looking at these wrinkles… it somehow reminded me... of Walter…" she said against a wall in the room.
"… Don't get depressed because of that…" When Integra did not respond Seras continued. "Is it still that bad? You still can't get over it? Don't say things like 'When I die…'" Seras then took on the persona of her Master.
"If you really want to stay young, then let me drink your blood," Seras impersonated Alucard, "Look, look, I'm mimicking my Master."
Seras was halfway through her sentence when Integra launched herself at Seras and kicked her across the face.
"You don't have to kick me for that!"
"Don't you dare say it even if it's a joke! Bloody idiot! You haven't changed in decades! Besides, what is that blockhead Alucard doing? He didn't come back at all! Didn't you say he would come back?!"
Seras smiled and undid the top button to her uniform.
"He will come back. I know that he will, after all, he did drink my blood."
"Even though you keep saying that he's coming, it's already been 30 years! 30 long years…"
Downstairs in the basement, Alucard's coffin shifted.
"You're a vampire so it may be okay…"
"And I don't get any wrinkles too" Seras added.
Integra felt her veins twitch.
"You are a bad. Is it this mouth that said such a thing? Was it this mouth?" Integra said as she held onto Seras' cheek.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"
Droplets of blood slowly started to form on Alucard's coffin.
The Bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my wings to make me tame.
Seras POV
Hours have passed since I had woke up from my sleep and sent Izaiah to search for any possible danger zones.
I've started to doubt whether or not there truly was something going on or if I was just overthinking things, but the crimson moon outside was definitely not my doing tonight. I had not even used a sixth of the power needed to dye the moon the color of blood.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!
Boom? The sound of a gunshot! Multiple gunshots…
Damn it, it better not have come from where I thought that it came from!
Sir Integra, please be okay!
Third Person POV
"What happened, Master!?" Seras stormed into the room not ten seconds after the shots were fired. She flicked on the lights.
There on the ground sat Alucard. He started to laugh when he stopped and looked up to greet the two women in his life with a grin.
"What a noisy way to welcome me back. You're still as noisy as always, I see."
Seras could not contain her joy despite the dreadful feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"Master!"
"Late homecoming, huh, Alucard? What were you doing?" Integra said as she faced away from Alucard.
His grin grew.
"I kept killing. Killing the lives inside of me, my lives. All 3,424,867… I kept killing every single one of them except for one. And now I'm here. I'm everywhere and nowhere, and that's why I'm here."
Alucard had lost his grin.
"You're late… too late, Alucard" Integra said trying to hide her emotions.
He smirked.
"I'm sorry."
"You must feel like drinking blood, don't you? From me?"
His eyes grew wider.
"That's right. It's been 30 years without eating anything. I'm hungry."
Integra moved over to where Alucard was on the ground. Her eyes grew saddened.
"I'm already an old grandma… I'm…"
Alucard let his facial expression soften.
"That's fine with me."
She smirked and bit her flesh, letting the blood drip as she guided the blood towards Alucard.
"Welcome home, Count."
"I'm home, Countess."