Source of Food

Chpt 8

Treat

It was the third day since the Vatican brought Integra Hellsing there. Only some important members of the 13th division knew who the latest prisoner in their basement was. Two of them were Heinkel and Yumiko.

"Heinkel, do you know gothic story style?" Asked Yumiko as she was walking into the church library.

"Mmm… A castle, church, dresses with laces in black and white, crucific accessories, mmm… church?" She answered randomly.

"No. Well, not really, since there are a lot of gothic stories with castle. Gothic story is a kind of story where the heroine of the story is captivated in some way, and the hero will save her. The hero is said as a knight using shining armor on a white horse, or sometimes a handsome prince. No matter what, the hero will save her. "

"A common fairytale, then."

"The ending makes it different with fairytale."

"Really? Don't tell me that the story ended tragically."

"Well, no. Again, not really, since one of the protagonists will get his or her happy ending, while the other party will suffer." And she became silent as if trying to digest the fact she had known.

"Poor stories then. So, what makes you point it up? Have you forgotten that Father Maxwell ordered us to come here and find more information about that cursed new occult sect?" Hainkel said, and she picked two books from the nearest shelf. Yumiko chose to ignore the last sentence.

"Sir Hellsing makes me remind it. She's the poor captive, captivated in the basement. I'm curious, if she's the heroine, who will be the hero. One of those British nobleman maybe?"

"You make it sounds like we're the dragon who keeps her captivated. Stop make fool with your self, and do our job, or we will be scolded again." And she handed the books into Yumiko's hands.

"She's so beautiful and harmless, so the prince –or the knight or who ever he is –must be handsome and strong. I wonder who's that will be."

"Okay. Stop day dreaming. Find the right books now, and finish the mission, and we will live happily ever after."

" Father Maxwell will make a great prince. But Father Anderson really is an awesome knight. Don't you think so?" Said Yumiko, clearly ignoring her.

"Come on, stop make those things alive. Beside, I don't think this kind of story's popular."

"You just don't know. There're a lot of popular story which is based on this genre. Corpse bride, Dracula, and Phantom of the Opera."

"Phantom of what?"

"Opera."

"Okay, it sounds weird, a ghost in an opera house?"

"No, it tells a story about –"

"Please, Yumiko, stop it!"

Integra opened her eyes still in weakness. She lay limply there, unable to move. She didn't feel cold or hot or anything. Her skin felt numb and couldn't feel anything. But her vampiric ears caught something which drove her awake. Someone's coming.

The metal door was opened slowly, and someone stepped into the room.

"Still rejecting the blood?" Asked him.

She kept silent. She didn't feel like to spend her energy only to reply his question. Instead, she stared at his eyes. He stepped forward to her jail. In his right hand was a pack of blood.

"You're not going to have your freedom by doing this."

But he still got no answer. Suddenly, he regretted to come there. Something about her made him nervous. She's too gorgeous to be in the jail, yet it perfected her as a vulnerable princess in fairytales. So should he be the charming prince? And once again, he caught her gaze. A pair of deep red eyes made him dizzy. He tried to stop looking at her eyes. There must be something magic which drove him shivering. He knew about vampires with this kind of ability, just like baobbhan sith.

Then he again regretted he had ignored her eyes, since his own eyes got something else to stare at. A pair of firm breast made its way to perform their smoothness from behind the silk fabric. He couldn't move his stare from them. He remembered he had told Sister Mary to leave her underwear. But it seemed that she had no bra. He gulped hardly, and at last was able to move his gaze. His gaze then moved to her hips, trying to locate the most delicate place of her. Suddenly he remembered who he was and forced his eyes to stop wandering.

" Drink your blood. It won't do any good if you die." He said huskily. Yet she stayed silent, only stared at him intentionally. Those red eyes made him remembered something. Oh, yes, blood. But he had come there to deliver her the blood, and she rejected. What kind of blood did she want? Then a pang came to his heart, it told him what to do. So that's what she needed. What made her always giving commands? Even as she was captivated?

He raised his right hand, and with a dagger in his left arm he sliced his forearm. Not too shallow, and not too deep, the injury was enough to make his blood flowed freely from the wound. And he felt happy when the Hellsing princess slowly rose from the bed and stepped to him.

He offered her his hand through the jail. She held his hand and licked the blood. It seemed that she loved the taste of her tongue on his skin. Her eye lids were closed as she sucked his forehand gently. She didn't suck greedily, but had her sucking his skin made him aroused. He could feel it on his tight. His face turned red. He couldn't let her find out what she had done to him. Damn, her cold tongue felt so good on his skin. He wonder what would happen if he had made the wound on another part of his body. A naughty image stroke into his mind and that just made him felt more uncomfortable around his tight.

Then, without any sign, she let his hand go. She had licked it to make it healed; there wasn't any scar on his forehand. Then Integra stepped back to the bed and sat on its edge. It seemed that her energy had back.

"Just pretend it was a treat. Maxwell will deal with you." He said and turned back, ready to leave the room.

"Thank you, Father Anderson." He heard she muttered her gratitude behind him, and felt lighter, he closed the metallic door behind him.

Integra stayed sit all the time. She couldn't help herself to sleep. Many things were dancing in her mind. What made him gave her his blood? She's a vampire, and he should hates vampires. She had been so hungry, and her instinct had made her demand what she needed. She remembered how she had used her gaze to get his blood. Is it a proper thing to do? What would Alucard do if he knows that I had drunk from his spare partner? Would he angry?

She pushed the thought aside. It wasn't time to worry about someone else. She couldn't stay there. She had to make her way out. They want the document. No, not just the document. What they want is an assurance so that Hellsing won't say anything about the document. What kind of assurance?

If Hellsing has an important information of them, to have the insurance, the 13th has to keep a worth information as well. What that could be? She thought curiously.

Father Anderson couldn't stop wandering what had made him gave her his blood. Was it really magic? But he hadn't felt any presence of it. Maybe it was you. He told himself. You gave her your blood voluntary, remember?

No, she asked me to.

And it was you who chose to give her your blood. How weak you are, fall for a woman.

She isn't ordinary woman. She's a vampire, and a very enchanting one.

Okay, you've fallen for her.

I didn't say that!

Come on, we both know the fact.

Once again, and I will stab –

"Father Anderson, are you alright?" Asked Yumiko in worry. She had some books held in her arms. Beside her was Heinkel, also with some books.

"Well… sure. Why am I not?" He answered quickly.

"Nothing. I thought you have just fallen somewhere."

Or have fallen for someone.

"No, I'm all right. Thanks for your concern, though."

"You're welcome, father." She said cheerfully.

"So, I guessed that Hellsing still refuses to drink the blood?" Said Heinkel, looking at the blood pack in his hand.

"Yes. But she's better now. I've checked on her."

"May I see her? I'm promise, I won't loose my defend. Yumi always knows what to do." She put on that puppy eyes, and Anderson couldn't make himself to say no.

"Okay, but stay on alarm."

"Okay." And she left the room, magically dragging Heinkel behind her.

At the sublevel Yumiko and Heinkel found the Hellsing director. She was no longer laying limply on her bad. She was sitting, and judged from her appearance, it seemed she had had her energy back.

"Hi Sir Hellsing. You look good today." Yumiko said and put the books on the floor.

"Yes, I do." She paused a while. "May I know, what makes you treat me so kind? We're not in good condition to start it all."

Yumiko needed at least a minute before she could answer.

"Well, maybe because you look so vulnerable."

Integra pitied herself. Someone like Yumiko had said that she was vulnerable. It did break her pride a little. Yet she put a smile.

"Believe me, this gown and the silver made me look harmless, but the true me is not really that bad."

"It isn't bad to be vulnerable. The vulnerable princess always has her happy ending with a mighty knight."

Knight? What is she talking about?

"I have no knight, yet I do have a monster. Don't you think that a monster can save me?" She asked her.

"Well, if you love the beast, it's possible. Just like beauty and the beast, as long there's love, everything's going to be fine."

Integra chuckled when she heard 'love'. Whatever she felt toward Alucard will never be identified as love. Hatred is closer.

"No, I hate my monster. I hate him so much. He was the one who turned me into this damned creature." She meant it when she said that she hate him. Yes, she did hate him.

"So you didn't mean to be a vampire? Did he force you?" Yumiko asked in disbelief. Behind her, Heinkel had her eyes opened wide.

"That will be enough. Now, be a nice girl and do your job." Integra said this as she glanced at the piled books on the floor. Yumiko looked at Heinkel in hesitation and picked the books.

"Good night, Sir Hellsing." She said, and then Heinkel also wished her a good night. With that, both of them left.

Hours later, Maxwell came into her cell.

"Good night, Lady Hellsing. It's nice to have you in such a good condition." He said, spelled the 'Lady' part too clearly.

"Skip this unnecessary conversation. Why don't you let me go? You're not my enemy and neither I'm yours in the first place. If you do this for the document, what you need to make it sure that you keeps the same card as me?" She asked sternly.

Maxwell grinned to her, happy for he didn't need to explain anything.

"Easy, sow. You have our secret, so we have to have your secret. Simple, and with that we won't need any more contact with you dirty Britain."

She clenched her teeth in anger. How dare he treat her this way?

"I guessed you already found out one of our biggest secrets." She asked him, showed him her delicate pair of red eye. He paused a minute, trying to consume what she had said.

"Your current state in that cursed midian body doesn't impress me. It's not worthy."

"I'm sorry, Maxwell. I've forgot that your crimes in the name of God far more filthy than my sin as a cursed vampire."

"I didn't say that!" he snapped in anger.

"Just like you who don't want your crimes revealed, I also don't want to have people know about my condition." She said in matter of fact.

Maxwell stayed silent, tried to decide the best choice. After a minute, he stretched his body and smiled,

"Well, maybe we have the same problem, but you're under our mercy now. We, the Iscariot will always be in the higher place than you." And he turned, going to leave her.

"Maxwell, it seems that you've forget about my back up. You're not thinking all my connection back there in England will leave me here? The problem about the document is finished. But how it is with you captivating me here?" She asked confidently.

"Don't make me laugh! What makes you think they can do to ask you back? We're simply going to tell them all we did just eliminating those blood suckers as always. They won't dare to state one of their knights is one."

"Maybe they can't. But Alucard won't let his master captivated like a –" She stopped in mid for Maxwell suddenly laughed.

"Lady Hellsing, you're doomed. You've lost your humanity, your kingdom can do nothing, and you've lost your control to that beast!"

"How do you –"

"Alucard was bounded to you because of your family line. Now, you're dead. The seal's gone. Do you want to know how I know all of this?"

Integra stood there, ripped between disbelief and disgust of his smug expression. He took her silence as a 'yes' and continued.

"Once, he fought in Holy War against Turk for Vatican, as Vlad Dracula. Since then, we monitored his undead activity. We lost track when he left for England. The last thing we knew since then, that he was captured killed by you ancestor. Suddenly, fifty years ago, a report told us that he is alive in his servitude for Hellsing's descendants. It made me realize that his servitude only ended when there's no alive Hellsing around." His grin grew wider, just like Integra's eyes. But as soon as she realized her weak sign, she turned calm to comment,

"I have a special agreement with him. You, just watch out. He is my servant in any way."

He just smiled, and left her.

A/N: You got it! Sorry, InkDeath, it's Anderson. If it Maxwell, it's too easy for Alucard. By the way, I got a reviewer from Indonesia! Yay! Thanks for; ErisukaYangManis2 and James Birdsong.

Kalau baca lagi, coba cek lagi fanfictnya Valen dalam bahasa Indonesia yang lain, judulnya laba, kecoak, tikus, dan singa.

And I'm sorry for mistaken Yumi with Yumiko. From now on, it is Yumiko.