Sweet gracious, that is a lot of reviews! Thanks alot, readers. This story is almost done. Chapter 20 will be the end, I suppose. But fear not. I shall be doing a short story fic, and perhaps even a sequal. But now it is time to reveal even more plot twists!
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Looking at his watch, he walked down the hallway and stopped at the door to Integra's office. He knocked on the door, and was rewarded with Integra's stern voice. "Enter," was the one word she said. He paused, thinking over how to approach this situation. How would she react? Would she scream? Panick and call for Alucard? Shoot him? No, she was Integra Hellsing. She would most likely react quite well. He gathered his wits about him and let out a sigh. Finally, he twisted the door knob and casually walked into the room. Integra was resting her head in her hands, her elbows propped up on her desk. She raised an eyebrow and a slight smile appeared on her face. "Well, if it isn't the dead hero. What brings you back here, H?"
"You don't seem that suprised," H replied with a hoarse voice.
"I had a feeling somebody like you couldn't be human," she smirked at her supposedly dead operative. "So what are you then, H?"
"Not H. Fenrir Wolfsbane," he waved his hand in a gesture of disdain.
"But why the change of names?" she asked.
"H was just an alias. It was an old codename of mine, and I use it often now," he shrugged.
"Well..." Integra leaned back into her chair and surveyed the blood-soaked soldier, "I'm still curious as to what you are."
"Heh..." he chuckled lightly. "There's no hiding it now. The truth is... I'm a Lycanthrope," he smiled, revealing a set of fangs.
"A werewolf?" interest sparked in Integra's eyes. "Intreaging. So, what happened between you and Anderson?"
"Well... he surpised me, we shared a small conversation, he chased me, and then he decided to get stabby," H pointed down at a bayonet that was actually still lodged in the right side of his chest.
"I see..." Integra glanced at the blade. "And he left you dead?"
"Being hung on a wall with three bayonets in your chest, one in each arm and leg, and one in your throat usually results in death. So yes, he left me for dead," H shrugged.
"The throat? That explains the hoarse voice. Why didn't you go find Seras?" Integra asked.
"There's no moon tonight. Not a decently large enough one, at least. It took me nearly half an hour to regain my strength and heal my wounds. Even so... not all of them healed," he gestured at the bayonet again. "By the way, is Seras alright? I heard Anderson calling for her..."
"Yes, she's alright. Alucard and Captain Bernadette rescued her," Integra answered him with a soft smile.
"Good. Well, I am glad you reacted this well, Sir Hellsing. I suppose I should go have this thing removed now. Good night," he waved her farewell and headed for the door.
"Good night, H," she waved back.
"Not H. Fenrir," he corrected her as he headed out the door.
"Alright, Fenrir," she replied. He closed the door behind himself, and Integra chuckled softly. "Wow. I'm so glad this is just a dream caused by me falling asleep waiting for that Fenrir guy..." she leaned back into her chair and started to laugh.
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"Hm..." Pip stepped over the remains of a shattered door and looked around the room in front of him. "Since H is dead, I guess we get the rights to his stuff..." With that, he headed over to the closet and began to rummage through it. "Hm... nothing. Now for the dresser..." He headed over to the dresser and went through it. "Still nothing..." he checked under the bed. "Dang. I was hoping to find something worth keeping..." Pip snapped his fingers in annoyance. "Oh well, time to go!" he spun around and hoped to beat a hasty retreat. Unfortunately, a supposedly dead soldier drenched in blood with a knife jutting out of his chest was standing in the doorway.
"What are you doing in here, Captain Burnt-Toast?" H asked casually, leaning against the doorframe.
"Uh..." Pip stared at the dead man. "I... uh... well... why are you here?" he stammered.
"I asked you first," H smiled.
"I'm not the dead man here, though!" Pip's nerves couldn't handle much more.
"I'm not dead," H shrugged.
"Yes you are! You're dead, H!" Pip pointed an accusing finger at him.
"First of all, my name is actually Fenrir. Second... I'm not dead. I'm a werewolf," he shrugged again.
"Okay. I've had enough. First, I'm forced to work with vampires. Then, I'm forced to fight a stab-happy priest who can heal from headshots. And now, you expect me to believe that you are-" Pip's rant was cut off by H rushing across the room, grabbing him by the throat, and bringing them both face-to-face. H's eyes where now a vivid color of bright yellow, and a wicked smile revealed a mouth full of fangs. "A WEREWOLF!" Pip shrieked.
"That's right, Cap'n Burnt-Toast!" H laughed, letting go off the mercenary. Pip hit the ground running, and was out the door in the blink of an eye.
"WEREWOLF! WEREWOLF! HE'S A BLOODY WEREWOLF!" Pip screamed as he raced through the manner. Clearly, he had finally snapped.
"What's eating him?" H joked to himself as he scratched the back of his head. He looked down at the bayonet still lodged in his chest. "I still need to get this thing out..." He grabbed the handle and pulled. No dice. He pulled again, this time with both hands. Still no luck. H let out a sigh of annoyance and stopped to think. "I suppose I'll need some help. How embarrassing..." he winced.
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"Sir Hellsing?" Walter knocked on the door to Integra's office. Light was coming out from under the door, and he could hear noises coming from inside. "It is 4:30 in the morning. Are you still awake?" Recieving no answer, Walter opened the door and walked in. Integra had her head on her desk, her arms strewn across the top. She was sound asleep, and was finally at peace. "Oh, she's asleep..." Walter whispered. He turned to leave out the still open door, but his shoes squeeked on the floor.
"Huh? Who's there?" Integra suddenly raised her head and looked around.
"Sorry, Sir. It is only me," Walter replied.
"Oh, hello. I had the strangest dream, Walter," Integra yawned. "More of a nightmare, really. I dreamed that H came back from the dead, and that his name was really Fenrir, and he was a werewolf..." she detailed her nightmare.
"Really? Well, that was quite a dream," Walter assured her. "But sadly, H is still dead, and I'm quite sure there are no werewolves currently in existance." The moment he finished talking, H poked his head through the doorway.
"Sir Hellsing, I was hoping- Oh Walter, you're just the person I needed to see!" H's smiled. Walter stared at him. "You see, I have this problem..." H walked into the room and pointed at the bayonet. "You wouldn't mind helping me would you?"
"Uh..." Walter stared in shock and horror. FWUMP! The butler turned around and saw Integra laid out across the floor, out cold.
"Oh dear, she must have been really tired..." H shook his head.
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Some of you obviously knew this was coming. Some of you didn't. Just so we're all clear, H is a werewolf, and his name is really Fenrir. Last chapter coming soon! Review while you still can!