Disclaimer:I don't own Hellsing or its characters, But I do own Isabel.
The first two chapters have been revised thanks to Koizumi Emi, Who is also my beta, thank her!
Enjoy!!
Alucard lead her to a restroom to freshen up, it took her a little while, but Isabel had changed in to her work clothes. They were nothing but a patchwork of leather, although she had mended it more than a few times. She deiced to remove her magicks. She played a lullaby in her head that that soothed her beast. The wind started to pick up, and her blue eyes turned sliver. With a flash of light, her fangs lengthened so they were poking under her lip, her nails extended and sharpened to deadly tools. Her hair grew almost to the floor and turned slivery, with the last inch a deep crimson. After her magick subsided, her eyes turned blue again. Her royalty mark came to the surface: it was a black ankh on her forehead and some Egyptian ruins along her collar bones . "Blessed in death"
She put her weapon holsters on and set Tigerus and Lilith in their place. She then tied Umbra to the back of the holster, putting her long black leather jacket. She walked out the door. Alucard straightened. He was obviously leaning against the wall. She could see that small smirk that most men gave her. He turned around and walked down the hallway, up a flight of stairs.
He stopped and turned around, "are you ready?"
"More than I'll ever be"
Alucard opened the door, stepped aside and bowed.
"My Master, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing"
Isabel walked through the door in the office. A blonde woman was sitting at the desk. She had an ice cold stare. Her eyes were blue, thing that made the effect even worse, "you must be Isabel Kohara."
"Yes, it's me."
"It's clear that you are demon of origin. How old are you?" Isabel heard Alucard snicker in the back.
Isabel turned around, baring her fangs and growled, "I want no commentary from the peanut gallery!"
At least he had shut up, even though Integra was getting irritated. She seemed the type to get fast irritated, so Isabel returned to Integra, "Do you really need to know?"
"Yes," Integra's lips didn't move. Two looks of intense hatred looked back at Alucard. Integra slammed her fists on her desk, "Alucard! Do not put words in my mouth! And miss Kohara, yes, I need to know and you need to be truthful!"
"I am 899"
"And what type of demon are you? The US record say unknown."
"I'm a Devourer; I am able to 'consume' powers and different skills depending on what I eat. In essence I am the Vampire of the born demon world," Isabel explained, while both Alucard and Integra listened carefully, visibly interested.
"Depending on what you eat?" Integra inquired.
"Yes… well, say if I were to eat your vampire – which I would most likely not," she smirked victoriously, glancing at Alucard, "because he would taste horrible – I would add his powers to my own."
"Now I know why the Obama Administration wanted you dead," Integra said, off-handly putting her file back together in the manila folder.
"WHAT?!" Isabel's eyes went red rimed and her iris swirled silver.
