Author's Note: if you're still reading, thanks for sticking with me through all this. It's been interesting to write outside my usual fandoms.
Disclaimer: I return all characters to Kouta Hirano, none the worse for wear.
Alucard!
I can't ignore my master's summons any longer. I've been away too long as it is. The "extended leave" I took to find the ones responsible for…
I can't think about that. Master would be…unhappy…if I entered her sanctum in my current state.
I phase into her office and take my customary seat before she can offer it. I don't give a shit if it upsets her. As quick as her temper may be, she'll never know the hell I've been in.
"You called…Master?" The sneer in my voice is more for her trivial concerns than for her. So what if the fire in Prague took two weeks to completely extinguish? Or that several prominent scientists connected to the Iscariot organization were found skinned and impaled? Or that the freak problem here in England has escalated in my absence?
"Report." The word is ground out through tight lips and around that ever-present cigar.
"Targets silenced. No survivors."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Do you know how one destroys a golem, my master?"
"Alucard…"
Once her impatience would have been delightful. Now it's…frustrating. Stupid mortal girl. "Each one has a word written on their foreheads. 'Emet,' the Hebrew word for truth. When a rabbi wished to dispose of his earthy servant, he erased the 'E,' leaving behind the word 'Met,' or 'death.'"
An inkling of comprehension reaches her eyes. She's uneasy now. "I assumed," she says slowly, "that you contacted Dr. Meir because Darcie was injured…" She trails off as my eyes start to blaze. "Alucard, I'm sorry."
"For what, my master?" Fear, that's more satisfying. My all-knowing master isn't sure what I'll do in this state.
"When did she pass?"
"Ah, the good Dr. Meir. You know, I never sent her a thank you note for informing us of the golem project. She's alive and well. You should know. She works for you."
"You know that's not who I meant." If we both know that, there's no point in replying. "And Dr. Meir has disappeared. If you had nothing to do –"
"Of course I had something to do with it." I rise to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"This conversation bores me as everything else does. Fortunately the malady will be remedied in a few months."
Her thoughts are easy to hear even though I'm not in the room any longer. A few months…? He didn't… He wouldn't…
Her outrage is no concern of mine. It won't be allowed to get in the way of what I want. After all, what kind of father would I be if I let my little girl die?