Disclaimer: Mika-Chan and Saku-Chan do not own either Hellsing or Phantom of the Opera. They're just two squee-ing fangirls.
For those who don't know what a squee is... I'm not sure either. We've defined as something along the lines of squiggling glee.
"What's with this girl and getting kidnapped? First the Phantom kidnaps her, then Ash Ketchum! The Tellatubies kidnapped her, and Barney... why is Hellsing kidnapping her? I mean, come on now, even the Power Puff Girls kidnapped her!"
My cousin, concerning this story.
Saku-Chan: 'Allo! Sakura Neko-Chan 13 here, with the latest chapter in our mixed up saga. Hopefully, we'll get to the dying soon... Oops, did I say that? Hehe. I'm sorry to say that I am completely writing this chapter on my own, due to the severe distance between XFamousXLastXWordsX (Mika-Chan) and I. Also, it's been a while since I've seen much Hellsing, so details may be off. However, I hope you will enjoy it nonetheless.
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Is that supposed to be one word? Anyway, come one come all to this tragic affair! (Cookies if you know where that's from! No giving it away, Mika-Chan).
Chapter 3: The Chorus Girl
Christine tried the door, but it was locked. There were no windows in the room, and the only furniture was the table, chair, a bookcase, and a...
Was that a coffin?
It stood open, the lid leaning against the opposite side. She moved around to see it. Deep, polished black, engraved with a strange rhyme:
The bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame.
What kind of person was this Alucard? Christine had experienced fear before, but even Erik had not lived in such foreboding quarters.
A glass of red wine on the table caught her attention. Its bright hue nearly glowed in the surrounding gloom. Christine made a half-hearted push on the door, then approached the table. The glass goblet was sitting next to an open plastic packet. She focused on the English writing, and slowly deciphered its meaning.
Medicinal blood.
Blood?
She looked at the goblet again, and backed quickly away. A glass full of blood! And he had been drinking from it! In her haste, she tripped and fell into the coffin. Of its own volition, the lid moved up and encased her inside.
And she screamed.
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"He WHAT? Walter, please tell me this is a joke. I know you don't generally make jokes, but I can't believe this!" Integra was simply fuming. She paced back in forth, her breath coming in heavy gusts. Her hands were shaking. "Do you realize what this could mean? If he kidnapped the girl, we'll have to find some way to take it back without allowing any blame to fall on the agency. What was that idiot vampire thinking?"
"I'm very sorry, Sir Integra. I didn't know until just this morning. I heard a scream from his room, the girl had somehow gotten into his coffin… she is sitting one of the spare bedrooms right now."
"This is fantastic… how can we get her to stay quiet about this? Does she know where we are?"
"She knows this is the Hellsing Agency in London. That should be more than enough information."
"Did you tell her, Walter?"
"Of course not."
"Then Alucard did… I am going to wring that vampire's neck! I'll cut out his black heart and burn his body to ashes! How dare he do this!"
Seras was completely lost. "Wait, so… Master kidnapped someone? From the Opera? In France?"
"Yes, Miss Victoria. That would be why I am this upset!"
Seras was quick to catch the venom in Integra's voice. She did not speak again.
Integra paced for a little while longer. "Dismissed, Walter. See to the girl." Walter bowed and walked out.
"ALUCARD! I demand to see you this instant! Get out of here, Victoria!"
Seras rushed out, and Alucard teleported into the room. Rather than the rebellious grin he usually wore, he had a full toothy smile. "What can I do for you, Sir Hellsing?"
"You know damn well! Why in hell did you put us into this mess, Alucard? Who is that girl?"
"Just a singer from the opera last night. A chorus girl. No one will miss her."
"This is kidnapping! What are you planning to do, drink from her? You know damn well that that is not an option!"
"Of course not, Sir Hellsing… I was planning nothing of the sort."
"You know what? I don't care what you were planning! After Walter calms her down, we will take her back to Paris."
"And ruin my fun? How impolite of you, Sir Integra."
"Ruin your fun! Ha! If we're lucky, your bit of 'fun' won't get the Agency into a monstrous piece of trouble with both the British and French governments! It is quite possible that it could end the Hellsing Agency's legality, unless the Queen herself grants us pardon! Do you know what you may have done, Alucard."
"The girl will not cause any problems."
"I don't care! We cannot keep her here! And getting her back is going to be more trouble than I'd like."
"Why not? I told you, she's a chorus girl who will not be missed. She will cause no more trouble for you. You'll never know she's here."
"Alucard, I know you're not human. But being around them should give you an idea of their values! We cannot keep that girl here against her will."
"Who says she will be her against her will?"
"Walter found her in your room, screaming! I doubt she chose to come here!"
"She is frightened at the moment. She will calm down."
"Alucard, I do not want to argue with you any longer. We cannot take her back at the moment, she is too upset. If, as you say, she calms down and wants to stay, I might consider it. If not, we will try to sort out this mess and you can be sure I will hold you responsible. Things will not be easy for you, vampire!"
"As you wish." In moments, Alucard was gone.
Integra massaged her temples; try to stop the development of a headache. She wasn't sure if she had been wise to say what she had- but Alucard was dead set on doing things his own way. She could order him to return the girl, if it came to it. But for the moment his justifications were too much.
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Walter carried a tray with hot tea into the spare room of the mansion. The girl was shivering on the bed, head in her hands. She was still wearing her costume from the night before.
Christine looked up as Walter approached. She shied away from him, but relaxed when he stayed at a respectful distance.
"I apologize for the circumstances, madam. I assure you that all will be take care of."
Christine started sobbing, exclaiming in French.
"Sang suce canelle! Lui buvant sang!"
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I do not speak French... do you know English?"
Christine nodded. Slowly, she started to speak again. "It was... blood. He was drinking blood."
Walter's eyes widened. The girl might know that Alucard was a vampire... if this situation was critical before, now it was dire. How could they expect the girl to forget about her experience here, no matter how brief?
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Raul raced frantically down the streets of Paris, stopping every now and then to post a sign describing Christine's disappearance on a wall or window. He'd tried talking to the police, but they couldn't investigate since no one really had any proof of her kidnapping. This made Raul furious. Wasn't he good enough? He saw Christine being taken with his own eyes! That should have been more than enough proof! But no, the police didn't want to investigate the mysterious evanescence of a simple chorus girl. Well, Christine was a simple chorus girl to some, but she was everything to Raul.
He stopped to catch his breath at a nearby park, sitting down on a jade green bench. Children were out for an afternoon walk with their mothers, lovers were sitting under maple trees, painters were painting the nearby rose garden…how could things be so simple? Christine was missing! Raul sighed and rubbed his temple. He would get Christine back.
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Erik wandered around the deserted Opera House, using this time to find out who might have kidnapped Christine. Maybe it was detestable Carlotta…but why would she do it? She was already an opera star and Christine currently held no threat to her. And it couldn't be Raul because, well, what reason would he have? She was already obsessed with him.
Jumping off the stage, Erik made his way into the boxes where guests could watch the performance. He was looking for something out of place, something that could lead to finding out who Christine's kidnapper was. But nothing looked out of the ordinary!
Erik ran his fingers through his hair, trying not to allow the ivory mask to fall off his face to reveal the grotesque scar. Where else could he look? Ah ha! The Opera House made a list of who purchased tickets for the play. Maybe he would find something there…
Walking out of the auditorium, Erik made his way to the office he was looking for. The room itself was a shambles. Those managers didn't know how to run anything, let alone keep a tidy office.
A bookcase was next to a small table, but the books were merely there for decorative purposes. When he ran his fingers across, Erik could feel the dust fly off of the books. Two desks were in the room: one for each of the incompetent managers. The desks were littered with paper, quills and the like.
Erik shoved the papers off of one desk to reveal a crimson-covered records book that read La Donna del Lago. Perfect.
As his fingers scanned the words on the pages, he found that many foreign people came to the famous Opera House. Norway, Germany, Finland, Spain…even England! But Erik wasn't concerned where the theatre-goers lived. Yet he was, in a sense. If a foreigner had taken Christine, he'd need to know their native country.
One name struck him as peculiar: Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. Erik thought that it was a rather unusual last name. Certainly worth looking into, but that could wait. He had more important things to do.
An hour and a half later, his search produced nothing. Nothing other than that mysterious surname. Depression and regret washed over Erik as he left the office. He had no lead and the police weren't going to do anything. They never did. There was nothing he could do. Christine was gone…
Saku-Chan: hehe. When I started this chapter, I was listening to Toybox on Pandora (if you don't know what that is, try it! It's free). Toybox is happy... too happy. I was dancing in my seat trying to write about coffins and blood. What's wrong with that picture? So I switched to Within Temptation.
XFamousXLastXWordsX: Wow, Saku-Chan. I've only listened to Within Temptation, so I don't know what the first was. But the coffins and blood bit was very good. I usually write listening to H.I.M, so……….anywhoo, the next chapter will be my chapter, so I'll be doing that. Unfortunately, I've forgotten the plot. sweatdrop And I didn't write much for this at all. I won't go into the whole review thing. They're always appreciated, though.
As I know Saku-Chan said earlier, it's hard for us to write this. We live hours away and it wasn't like that when we started this. It's almost impossible for us to get together and work on this story. I know Saku-Chan feels the same way when I say that I'd like to write this together so we don't have to e-mail back and forth with information. But, hey, you take what you get, right?
So updates are going to be kinda slow. My regular readers know that I just started my senior year and have two AP classes, Euro and Lit. Plus I'm trying to be on the editing staff for my school newspaper, so that'll take up time. And I know Saku-Chan has a lot of stuff to do as well. What I'm trying to say is updates may be sooner or later than expected. Just stick with us and we'll give you a story well worth your time. And as for my quote…my heart's a graveyard, baby, and to evil we make love. Gummi bears to anyone who knows what this is from! Thanks for reading!