Amen :: A Hellsing Tale :: Part 3 :: A Bottle Of Rum

Victoria Annalice Hellsing was 19 years old when she first met Father Anderson. She was on her first big expedition in Italy, studying the Ancient Romans. The Vatican called her into the city for an urgent meeting one starry, starry night...

"Lady Hellsing, so good to meet you." The Bishop said to the young woman who had come in out of the rain. She was drenched from head to toe, with her long brown hair covering her face and neck.

"Hello bishop, wonderful to see you." She answered. He smiled and brought her into the chapel, sitting her down on the benches.

"We are in need of your assistance my dear," The Bishop said to the girl. "We need you to go to Iran, we think someone has found Noah's Arc."

The girl laughed at his request, but finally calmed down enough to answer.

"And what do you wish me to do down there?" She asked, still giggling a bit.

"Kill the climbers who found it, and bring it to us for examination." He said sternly.

"I've heard you have a regenerator on your team, why don't you have him do it." The young woman asked.

"He is, he will be your partner for this expedition." He answered, turning to reveal a rather tall and large blonde haired man standing behind him. It was Alexander Anderson.

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So, they became partners, fighting alongside one-another, both not used too having a partner. They were always nagging at each other, hating that they had to deal with someone else on an expedition. But over the course of a year, they became friends. As time went on, Victoria Annalice Hellsing became tired of her life alongside of the priest, and left Rome and the Vatican, leaving Father Anderson to fight alone.

You stared in disbelief and horror. The tall, Scotsman grinned down at you. With tears still streaming down your cheeks, you walked right up to him and slapped him across the face.
"How dare you come into my home and slaughter my friend?...HOW DARE YOU?!" You screamed at him, taking out your shot gun and pointing to his forehead. He scowled and yanked the gun out of your grasp.
"You care for this unholy beast?" He asked in anger, grabbing your arms.
"Master!" You heard Seras cry from behind you. Anderson glared as you spun around to meet Alucard.
"Get your hands off her." Alucard said, calmly pulling out his large guns. Father Anderson grabbed his knives, pointing them towards Alucard.
Before you could do or say anything, they began to fight, with you right in the middle of it. Soon you were pushed out of the way, grumbling and trying to stop them.
"OH..so let's just whip out our guns and knives and kill each other, that's the right thing to do." You said to them, neither listening to you. Assholes!! "ALRIGHT...THAT'S IT, I'V HAD ENOUGH!"
Shooting both of them in the chest they stopped their fighting. You walked up to the both of them, and with one hand, smacked each one in a single swipe.
"I am sick, and tired of the two of you fighting all the time, your acting like a pack of RAPID DOGS!!!!!!" You screamed at them, getting red in the face. Both were gaping at you, shocked at what you had done. There was an eerie silence between the three of you, making you even more pissed off.
Seras walked up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulders and giving you a pat.
"Nice one." She said, laughing softly. You laughed along with her, the boys gaping even more. Anderson scowled took out his bible, disappearing into the pages. Alucard just stared at you with those big red eyes of his. You let out a big sigh. "I need a drink."

"We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Maraud and embezzle and even hijack.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We kindle and char, inflame and ignite.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We burn up the city, we're really a fright.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We're rascals, scoundrels, villans and knaves.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs!
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

We're beggars and blighters and ne'er-do-well cads.
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Aye! But we're loved by our mommies and dads!
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me!!!"

You sang, as you wabbled hehe down the dark hallway. Soon some of the trainees where beside you, drunk and happy as ever. It was a great time until you and your friends ran into mother.

"What the hell are you doing Victoria?" She asked sternly. You laughed at her and trotted to her side.

"Im a pirate mother, havn't you figured that out yet?" You asked, taking another gulp of rum. Mother took the bottle out of your hand and threw away. "Hey! My rums gone! Why's the rum gone?? Mommy!?"

"Walter!!" You mother called, the bulter appearing from a door down the hall.

"Yes Sir Hellsing?" He asked, taking a look at you with a cocked eyebrow.

"Take Victoria to her room." She answered sternly.

"Am I grounded? You can't ground a pirate!" You shreaked as she walked away. If you hadn't been so drunk you would have heard her faintly laughing.

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I cannot believe I have a hangover on the day I have to meet the queen!
You ran around your room, changing, doing your hair, putting on makeup. Walter came in, handing you a coat and some tea. You thanked him and fixed your hair into a half-ponytail, then taking a sip of tea. As you finished up, you ran out of your room, rushed down the stairs and out the door.
So, Im late for a visit with the queen and to make it better I have a hangover.
The car came to a stop in front of the castle. You calmly got out and walked up to the gates. The guards to a glance at you, not approving until you held up your Hellsing badge mother had given you. You gazed in wonder at the beautiful castle, as the sunlight hit it with its rays.
A short, pudgy man stood at the doorway, smiling happily and helping you in. He took your coat and led you into Her Majesty's dinning room, where she sat quietly at the end of the large table. She smiled and stood, walking over to you to give you a warm, welcoming embrace.
"Oh, I forgot." You said, bowing once she had finished hugging you. She laughed and bid you to stand.
"You are still humorous as ever Victoria." She said, taking a bite of her brunch. You looked down at you plate to see and very nice looking omelets. YAY OMELETTES!
Once the two of you were finished, Her majesty took you out onto her balcony, that overlooked London.
"Victoria, it's time we announce you as Countess of Abington, to take over your father's place." She told you softly.
"And what responsibilities come with this title, Your Majesty?" You asked, gazing out over London.
"Nothing, it's just a silly title that makes you sound important, not that you need it anyway." She said with a laugh. You laughed along with her. "But, I have decided that in your honor and that of your mothers, there will be a Ball held, this Saturday."
"Im flattered Your Majesty, really." You answered. She smiled and patted your shoulder.
"I shall see you there then."