Yippee!!!!! Some free time and no more writer's block. I humbly apologize to my reviewers and I want to thank Neogami for staying with me. Hopefully this chapter will suffice as a thank you gift. If not then I humbly apologize again.
Disclaimer: Hellsing does not belong to me.
Emily turned around to come face to face with Sir Integra with her arms crossed in front of her. A large manila folder was in her right hand. "Sorry, it's just that no one was answering," Emily apologized and stepped away from the open door.
"Apology accepted, now if you would come inside," said Sir Integra as she stepped into her office. Emily followed her in and sat in the indicated chair.
Sir Integra seated herself in front of her then started talking in brisk tones.
"Now Miss Chun, as you know, I have appointed you as Officer Victoria's trainer," she said, "I want a progress report concerning her training every two weeks. I also want a list of the things you will be teaching her. Officer Victoria is an essential asset to this organization along with Alucard but she lacks the proper training. Instead of only her physical abilities, I want you train her in everything, even her mental abilities."
"Um, one question if I may," Emily interrupted.
"Yes?"
"Why should I increase her training?" As if she was expecting the question, Sir Integra leaned back in her chair, touched her fingertips together and elaborated.
"Fifteen minutes ago, reports came in from all over the globe describing a black robed specter reaping an entire country side of civilians with a scythe in one night. The first incident happened in a small town in Argentina then it moved onto other counties. At first we ignored it, since it was happening in countries with supernatural eliminating forces of their own but it has been spotted in France and we suspect it to be coming to England soon. We've also received accounts of the figure's killings from survivors telling that some victims would be chased by the undead spewing from the ground or nearby cemetery. Such actions are characteristic of necromancers but there are doubts. Investigators have found writings and sketches of blood in some of the houses. The language the figure used is unfamiliar, but the Research Department is collaborating with the Investigation Department right now to decipher it. Other details will be found in the folder." The folder that sat in front of Sir Integra was pushed towards Emily. With permission she skimmed through its contents but stopped at a particular picture. Sir Integra watched with interest as shock registered on Emily's face.
1st person:
No! It can't be. The agency destroyed her 15 years ago. It's in the Agency's archives. And this is a different dimension.
3rd person:
The picture Emily stared at depicted a cross with a long arrow tipped stem piercing a bloody winged heart crossed by a scythe all inscribed in a pentagram. The language surrounding the picture was the same language written on the papers she used to slay the ghouls.
"Anything you would like to share?" asked Sir Integra with an eyebrow raised.
"This situation is almost similar to an event that happened 15 years ago in my world," said Emily, "It was a massacre, but it only occurred in Romania at that time. In every house the Grim Reaper visited this drawing would be on its walls."- Emily showed her the picture. "I don't know how she was defea-"
"Wait, she?"
"Yes. She. Her name was Lilith. I don't know how she was defeated because it was never recorded. It might have been from the mass effort of memory erasing."
"I understand the erasing of people's mind of the incident but if it was never recorded, how do you know about it?"
"How she was defeated was never recorded. I found out about the incident from my mentor who participated in the memory erasing." I can't tell her about the Agency.
"Would this be the same mentor who taught you how to use the garrote wires?"
"Yes."
"Interesting. What about your ability to control paper?"
"I was born with it and taught myself how to use it."
"Hmm. Now that you know our situation how will you go about training Officer Victoria? I know I asked you to train her in her mental abilities, but you didn't complain with the fact that you are human and she is not."
"Um, well back at home, the vampires I fought with were true nosferatu not these cheap imitations you call FREAKs. So to be able to defeat them, I had to know every aspect of their abilities. My mentor would joke around saying 'Fight fire with fire or in this case, fight vampires with human encyclopedias about vampires.'" Plus my mentor was a vampire.
"Strange terminology." Emily smiled while rubbing her head.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Well that is all. You are dismissed Miss Chun."
Emily saluted Sir Integra and left her office.
On the way to her room, Emily changed her mind and decided to go to the garden outside the ballroom. It was sunny in the garden and a few benches, shaded by trees, surrounded a small fountain. Flowers of many different colors lined the walkway to the fountain and in rows on each side of the walkway. Rose bushes were planted in between the trees and trimming one of them was Walter. "Is he following me or something? It's like he's everywhere I look," thought Emily. As if sensing he was not alone, Walter turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Emily," said Walter setting the trimming scissors down, "What are you doing here?"
"To tell you the truth," said Emily sheepishly, "I have no clue. I was heading to my room then decided to come here."
"Ah," said Walter nodding, "I was just surprised. This garden is not really well known to the staff because the ballroom is off limits."
"Why?"
"This garden was where Sir Integra's father proposed to her mother. When she died, everything that reminded Arthur of her was put aside or forgotten. Sir Integra herself doesn't know of this place. I'm probably the only person that comes here. But not anymore since you and your friends have found it." Walter smiled sadly. Emily, feeling sorry, tried to apologize.
"Um, I'm really sorry if that's a problem," she said.
"No need to apologize. Besides, it gets lonely after a while," said Walter.
"It's beautiful," Emily said while turning around.
"It always is this time of year. Would you like to help me trim the rose bushes?"
"Sure. Is it okay if I use my garrote wires? I kind of need some practice." At Walter's nod, Emily took off her trench coat and placed it on a nearby bench. She rolled up her sleeves and used her wires to trim the bushes Walter pointed to. Unknown to them a black shadow with many red eyes observed them from a dark corner of the garden.
In the basement of the Hellsing mansion, in a particular fledgling's room, Seras Victoria was dreaming. She was having a nightmare, to be more specific. She would twist this way and that and whimper, as if trying to get away from an enemy only she could see.
-Dream phase-
All Seras could see was blood. It was everywhere she looked. In the background she could hear maniacal laughter. It scared her and she could hear it getting louder. Then suddenly the bloody ground beneath her started trembling. She screamed. Grotesque figures were emerging from the ground reaching their rotting arms towards her. Thoroughly frightened, she ran as fast as she could. But something was slowing her down. She looked towards her feet and screamed again. Seras was now standing in a pool of black goo with insects crawling up her legs. The black goo shifted and eyes with amber-yellow orbs opened. When she recovered from her shock it was too late. The zombies that were after her had caught up. They surrounded Seras with hunger showing in their rotting faces. She heard someone snap his or her fingers and all hell broke loose. The zombies attacked her while she struggled screaming. "Fight back," whispered a voice. It was feminine. "Fight back. Release your true power. Forget your humanity and fight like a true nosferatu."
"Never!" Seras screamed, "I'll never become a monster like you or my master."
She said this as she threw the zombies off of her. "But you are already a monster Seras Victoria. Humans have no control over you. You've seen humans kill before. They're the one who should be called monsters not you. Think about the night your parents died. Did those bastards show mercy? They were humans. They were monsters."
"No, leave me alone!" Seras screamed desperately. In an instant she was alone. "If that is what you wish," the voice sighed.
-End dream phase-
Seras woke up banging her head on the coffin lid. Swearing, she pressed the button to open the lid.
I know it's a bad place to end but I had this on my computer fo along time and had to post it up. I'm not dead yet people.