The four made their way back to the Hellsing manor. Or what was left of it.
The canvas of the downed zeppelin was still draped over the ruins of the once proud mansion. The shade it cast over the structures provided some comfort during the day for the three vampires.
Seras sat down on a large downed stone column. "It's nice to have some shade after all that sun, eh?"
Alucard traveled to the basement, and Integra made her way to her office.
Wolf sat next to her in silence, not knowing what to do. There was no noise. It was both reassuring, and disturbing. No soldiers walking around, joking around off duty, yet no violence, or sounds of battle.
Seras broke the silence. "Why is it so quiet? There were blimps attacking the city not an hour and a half ago, but it seems to be completely silent everywhere."
"It seems cliché, but it's the calm before the storm. Soon, there'll be a real conflict. This was just thunder, what's next will be lightning. Blitz." Wolf stated rather darkly.
Seras seemed to absorb his words. "Hmm."
"Didn't you say something earlier about a few leftover soldiers here?"
"Oh! Yeah, if they haven't left."
"You should probably try to find them. In the mean while, where can I find a shovel?"
"Ah, back there in the supply closet." She pointed to a half-destroyed door in a bullet-riddled hallway.
Wolf started back to the door, when Seras stopped him. She couldn't stand for one more minute to simply sit by without any knowledge of who this guy was. "Hold on a minute. I've been patiently waiting to hear your story since we met, and we've got nothing else going on, so tell me. Who and what are you?"
Wolf looked at her with an astonished look on his face, he was a bit shocked from the bold demand from the young Draculina. He eventually decided there was no reason to keep her in the dark any longer, so he sat back down next to her. "I guess I will, then."
"I was born in 1453 into Wallachia, the kingdom of Vlad Draculea. My life was normal until I turned seventeen. My family was murdered by Vlad's servant's for being German-influenced Transylvanians, or Saxons. Luckily, I was gone at the time, I forget where I was, but when I came back, They were impaled outside the city gates. When I was about twenty-something, I was a peasant living in the gutters. Then one night, I was walking around the city and I saw Vlad. He attacked me, and bit me. I was lying there after he impaled me, wondering why I knew I was lying down, and not dead. I finally fell into unconsciousness , thinking I was dead, Then it hit me, I was thinking. I woke up, tore off the pole, and stood up. I stood there for a while, until the sun came up. It burnt me, I freaked out and ran back to the city. A few hundred years later, I found him as Count Dracula. I traveled to Transylvania to kill him for killing me and my family, but he was gone when I got there, so I asked...well I interrogated some of his minions, and eventually I got that he was in England to conquer, and pillage. I went there and found him asleep in his coffin which was sitting in a covered wagon on a hill. I was tempted to kill him right there, but I decided it wouldn't be a real fight. I waited around disguised as London fog until he woke up. Then I attacked him, we fought for hours in the sunlight. His ghouls were gathering around to watch the show. Then, around the twilight hours, Integra's Grandfather, Abraham Van Helsing showed up with an enormous ax, and was about to crush Dracula's coffin. That distracted him, so I planted my sword in his chest. He fell, and I had his blood, so I drank it off my blade, and I was no longer his fledgling. I would have ended him right there, but Van Helsing was headed toward me, so I ran. I spent the rest of my life in England, and 'served' in WWII. Then fifty-four years later, I find out he's been enslaved by Hellsing, so I decided to join in and maybe get my revenge."
Seras had a stunned look on her face. "So...you want to...kill...Alucard?"
"Maybe, I don't know if I can hold my grudge this long, he doesn't seem to be too evil any more, considering he used to kill, torture, mutilate and rape for his own pleasure, and he now only kills the stupid, street prowling, worthless, Vampiric trash who seem to want to live their own doom's legacy."
Alucard, who had been listening the entire time chimed in. "Oh good, you finally got it right. But, you were such a disappointment. I honestly expected my first victim to be a bit more...grateful." He boomed with laughter, and chided sarcastically, "But, you're right. The days of Vlad the impaler ended years ago."
Wolf glared back at him with the orange-eyed rage, "That still doesn't change the fact that you were one sick son of a... " Alucard smiled that wide-eyed, shark-toothed grin. Both were about to go for their weapons, when Integra stepped into the room.
"Don't start, you bloody idiots!"
"Oh, yes! Integral did you hear our new member's account? He certainly does have a colorful history!" Alucard sarcastically asked.
"Yes, I heard, and I want to know if it's true. I want to know if I can trust this Vampire to be honest."
Alucard scowled, looking a wee bit reluctant to reassure Integra that he could be trusted.
"As your master, I order you to tell me the truth. Can he be trusted?"
Alucard knew that this man did not lie. "Yes, he can be trusted."
"Good. Seras!"
Seras stood to attention. "Yes sir!"
"Locate the rest of the Wild Geese, and bring them back here."
"Sir yes sir!" Seras walked off to the back of the mansion to find the soldiers.
Wolf began walking toward the utility closet.
"Mister Nonak, where are you going?" Integra asked him.
He picked up the large, straight-handled shovel, and turned to face Integra. "Why, to bury the dead. Sir Hellsing."