The Second Glass
Chapter Fifteen
Authors Note: Alright this is my first Hellsing FanFic and I got the idea while watching Hellsing (duh).
The story as a whole will remain RATED M FOR LEMON, although there probably will not be any citrus for (definitely several) chapters.
Also I do not own Hellsing or any part of it.
Enjoy.
The jet cuts over the moonlit ocean, high over the drifting clouds. The cabin is dimly lit, the small lights built into the ceiling barely illuminating the quiet cabin.
A glint near one corner of the cabin is the only sign of movement as the cloth slowly shifts down the blade. The slow, methodical cleansing of the blade continues until every inch of the blade is clean. Anderson sets down the bayonet and picks up the next, grinning in satisfaction as he takes in the sight of the blood stained steel before placing cloth to blade, purifying the metal with each swipe of the cloth.
"Are you seriously going to sit there and stroke your sticks the entire flight?"
The cloth stills halfway up the blade and he scowls over the blade at the opposite end of the cabin.
A long coffin rests diagonally across the end of the cabin, bright silver chains wrapped around it and within the vampiress is blissfully silent, unlike the thing occupying it's lid. A blanket is draped over the top of the coffin. Matt lies on his stomach, his upper body supported on his elbows. A pair of headphones rest around his neck and a small DVD player is balanced before him. Even where he sits Anderson can hear the high pitched, rapid speech coming through the phones.
"Go back to your cartoons you undead whelp." Anderson growls. Matt scowls right back.
"They aren't cartoons, it's Japanese Anime man. Get with the times. Anime rocks." Anderson merely shoots him another glare before glancing at the coffin. Matt thumps the toes of his boots against the lid.
"Don't worry, she's sound asleep. The wounds you have her and the trank I nailed her with will keep her out for a few days, no matter how powerful she is." Anderson gives Matt an irate glare.
"I do not need reassurances from a heathen." Anderson growls before focusing again on his blade, envisioning whetting the blade again by dicing up the impertinent undead maggot across the cabin.
To his ire Matt suddenly begins attempting to mimic the speech, failing horribly and then laughing when he mispronounces a word and says something completely inappropriate.
Andersons grip on the bayonet tightens and he's two seconds away from stabbing the hell out of the kid when the intercom next to his head crackles to life.
"Father Anderson, we will be landing in ten minutes." Across the cabin Matt gives out a happy yelp and shuts off the player.
"Thank the maker in heaven!" Anderson scowls and loosens his death grip on the blade.
"Amen to that." He mumbles under his breath as he reaches for the seatbelt.
They disembark the plane, stepping onto the deserted tarmac. Anderson takes up position next to the cleric, watching as the coffin is taken from the plane and loaded into the hearse. Matt moves to stand beside Anderson but he glares down at him.
"You know your place." Anderson growls at him, jerking his head toward the hearse. Matt glares up at him, muttering under his breath as he heads for the hearse.
"You made it just in time, Father Anderson." The cleric beside him says softly. Anderson looks down at him, a grin spreading across his face.
"So they're on the move once again?" He asks. Across the tarmac Matt hesitates before leaping into the back of the hearse, shutting the doors behind him.
The cleric watches this than nods.
"Indeed. Hellsing is on the move again. We have reports that a Hellsing owned jet took off from a remote airport in the northeastern United States and is on its way across the Atlantic. They will arrive just after sunset tonight." Anderson looks up at the sky, grinning toward the east and the soon to be rising sun.
"Well than we should prepare. This time I will get him for sure, I swear it."
The chopper blades are just slowing as Daniel and the others leap from the helicopter to the landing pad, hurrying out from under the spinning blades. Alucard had left the helicopter first but as Daniel scans the area he sees no sign of Alucard. Only an elderly gentleman waits for them at the edge of the walkway, the short concrete path leading directly to a limo.
"Right this way please." The man calls. Daniel approaches him, stopping a few feet away and studies him. The black slacks and white shirt are immaculate, jet black hair and sharp eyes taking in Daniel as well and Daniel smiles slightly.
"You must be Walter. Seras spoke quite highly of you. It is an honor to meet you." Daniel says with a head bow. Walter chuckles.
"I do believe that she may have overly exaggerated my prowess, knowing her." Daniel studies him, noticing the slight shifting of the muscles in his arms and can feel the shift in the air as if something shifts and moves around him. Daniel shakes his head.
"Oh, I think she was dead on. Shall we?" Daniel asks, gesturing to the limo before setting off, the others following closely behind.
Walter watches them climb into the limo before following and he swears he can hear Alucard's laughter on the breeze as he climbs in, shutting the door behind him.
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"So, is there anything we should or should not do around Ms. Hellsing?" Amanda asks hesitantly. She, Alex, and Samuel are seating across from Walter and Daniel in the back of the limo. The driver guides the limo effortlessly across the immense grounds as Walter shakes his head.
"Sir Integra." He corrects. "Not really, just don't do anything uncouth. Mind your manners." He warns. Amanda nods hurriedly and Daniel looks out the windows, watching the trees and grassy areas fly by.
"Where are we going?" He asks.
"We are going to Hellsing headquarters. Sir Integra wishes an audience with you before you settle for the day."
Amanda's awed whispers and Samuel's whistle of praise let Daniel know that the headquarters have come into view. He turns in his seat, watching as the immense building grows ahead of them. The elaborate and graceful work of the buildings face give the structure an imposing and somewhat sinister air to it, the dark windows giving it an almost standoff-ish appearance.
The limo pulls to a stop before the doors and they all pile out of the limo, Daniel and the others watching the limo depart before ascending the stairs. Walter enters first and Amanda sidesteps closer to Daniel as they enter a huge lobby. Walter stops near the middle, giving the group time to study their surroundings.
Amanda's hand finds Daniel's arm and he feels her grip tighten as she stares all around her. The entire lobby is made of different shades and colors of marble, a large staircase ascending to a balcony on the second floor. Hallways disappear further into the building even with his excellent hearing Daniel can barely hear any sounds of life coming from the building.
"Walter this building is beautiful!" Amanda says in a hushed voice. Walter chuckles.
"Why thank you."
Amanda notices it first, Daniels arm under her grip suddenly tightening and the way his entire body goes still. Looking up she sees that he is staring up at the balcony again, his gaze intense. Amanda looks as well and her breath catches as she sees someone standing at the railing staring down at them.
Sharp, hawk like blue eyes almost seem to glare down at them. Fair features are matched with a sharp pin stripe suit. Platinum blonde hair cascades freely down the woman's back, unhindered to fall in waves. Her arms are crossed over her chest and she does not move.
Behind her the shadows seem to darken than move, Alucard emerging from the darkness to stand just behind the woman and to the side. He is staring down at the group as well, his gaze locking on Daniel. Amanda sees his eyes wide suddenly as the woman speaks. Her voice is sharp and clear, commanding and precise as she smirks down at them.
"Welcome to England. I am Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, head of the Hellsing Organization and your boss. Any questions?"
And now that the players are assembled, let the play begin!