Amen :: A Hellsing Tale :: Part 12 :: Fire At The Gates
The snow fell from the sky with soft, cold touches to your skin. The ground was now a blank white sheet, beautiful and chilling at the same time. Today was the first time you had been outside in a long, dull, week. Anderson stood by your side, ready to grab you if you tried to escape. And you had, but failed miserably. After the first 3 tries, you finally gave up in a weak state. Anderson walk you down the freezing streets of Rome, searching for the nearest clothes boutique.
Il Gabbia
"You're kidding," you muttered as Anderson opened the door for you. What the store translated in English was, "The Cage". And it was a panties store lol. "Anderson, look what's on the racks."
"What...OH DEAR GOD..."
"Genius..."
"Quiet! I've never gone shopping for a woman before," Anderson whined, slamming the store door shut.
"Then let me do it," you replied with a yawn. Over the past week you had done everything but sleep.
"No." Anderson snapped, taking you by the arm and pulling you down the streets once again.
"That's it, I'm going to freeze to death," you whined sarcastically as the priest pulled you done the road.
"Quiet!" Anderson snapped again, pulling you into a real clothes store, full of gowns and party attire, outerwear, dressy pants and tops, etc.
Vestito Verso Imprimere
Well, it's a start. You thought as you walked into the store, "Dressed To Impress". Anderson picked out all the clothes for you, a few gowns, a couple of coats, gloves, a pair of black heels, some comfortable walking shoes, knee-high brown boots, and much, much more.
"Where the hell do you get all of this money from?" you asked as he handed you the bags and bags of clothes.
"None of your business," he grumbled, taking you out of the store. "Come, you have been ordered to dinner with Father Maxwell."
Dammit...
"Why?" you mumbled as he led you back to Vatican City. "Is he finally going to explain WHY THE HELL IM HERE???!!!"
Anderson whipped around and grabbed you by the throat in one swift swoop. "Do not raise your voice to me Victoria!!!"
"I may be at your mercy Anderson," you spat back, catching him by surprise. "But I sure as hell wont go down without a fight."
Anderson was silent for a moment, but his hand remained on your throat. He finally gave in and let out a sigh, removing his hand.
"Let's go," was all the priest could say.
The sharp pain surged through your body as the whip hit your skin again. You fought back the tears, you would not show this man that he could break you.
No way in Hell
"How dare you defy my orders, girl?" Enrico Maxwell screamed as he cracked the whip again onto your back. "You will not embarrass me again!"
The whips crack just kept coming, but the tears did not flow. You wouldn't let them, not ever, not in front of them. You knew now that no matter what the Pope's orders where, they meant nothing to Father Maxwell.
"You should have listened, we weren't going to give you to them," Enrico screamed, another crack against your back. "Now you are lost..."
"Wha...t?" you managed to mutter before the world became blank, nothing was now everything. Pain was now gone, but you knew it would come again. Alucard...