ORDER 2

EXHUMATION

A seemingly timid, short yet bodacious young woman with barely shoulder-length and yellow hair walked the Underground of the esteemed Hellsing Manor. Her garments was a red, skimpy uniform of the Hellsing Organization, across her left breast was the motto and shield of the House name. Her large, pale-red eyes were sorrowful as she rubbed her neck, 'How much longer, Master…? Twenty years… Sir Integra is getting so—.' She withdrew her thought and sighed, stopping at a strapped off part of the cold basement. She stared for a moment before undoing a few of the buckles just enough to wiggle her way through the doorway.

'Master won't mind, will he? Just one night.' The Draculina hesitantly walked into the room and to the large, black coffin that was her Master's—Alucard's—coffin. She gingerly took the blooded brick off of the casket and lifted the top before creeping in. She squirmed around a bit before closing it 'It's awfully roomy and—What's this?'. As she was trying to get a feel of comfort from His coffin, she didn't like how hard the pillow was. She tried fluffing it some but discovered something, a small leather-bound book, under it. She quickly opened the coffin and examined the notebook, an invading voice in her head that was not hers spoke "DON'T."

Seras looked away from the book and leapt out of the coffin, dropping the journal in surprise. The spine of the book popped off, pages flying about from within the spine as the vampirina gasped, "I BROKE IT!" She hurriedly scrambled for the book and pages, but after taking a good look at the journal she noticed the pages that fell weren't from between the front and back covers. She knelt on the ground and picked the pages up, reading them one by one. Her red eyes widened with a small sense of fear, 'This…thing… Older than Master. The first of his kind. A murderer known so well in London—In the world! Leather Apron.'

Just then there was a chill worse than the cold in the air and a raspy growl from far and deep below her feet.

The Police Girl tidied everything as it was with the exception of the book and hidden pages, taking them with her as she hurled through the halls. The tendrils of her shadows were all twisted up, excited with a sense of dread of what Alucard had kept tabooed. How could he keep this murderer a secret? With recent pages of the book it is detailed that Walter captured the fiend forty years ago in secret. How did he know of this rare animal? 'It's too late to ask him now, he's dead', Seras sighed a little as she came to a halt to a tall, wooden door—thinking of the Old Walter. The Walter that wisecracked and was ever so coy and experienced. She huffed again before flinging the door open with the notes in hand, "SIR INTEGRA!"

There she was, aged some yet not. She retained her beauty even at this age and having no left eye. No… the long-haired, sandy-blonde, tan woman still had that one sterling ice-blue eye. She peered up from documents that she had sprawled out all over her desk, 'Good God, what now..?'. She examined her loyal companion and eyed the old, crinkled papers in Seras' hands, "What is it in your grasp, Seras?". Seras stumbled to the desk and pushed the papers down, sky-blue eyes still wide "JACK THE RIPPER… IS HERE!" Integra looked her sharp right eye at the vampire, a bit taken back. She shuffled through the old pages and took a look at the notebook, her one eye widened more, "This is impossible… the Seward blood line is a farce. We've had the real Doctor John 'Jack' Seward caged like an animal for 40 years. In an under keeping darker and deeper than Alucard's 'as to not hear its insane howls for freedom'. Where did you find this journal— one of Abraham Van Helsing's journals?"

"…In Alucard's coffin."

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WHERE YOU DOING IN THERE!?"

"I MISSED HIM!"

"THAT'S NOT A GOOD EXCUSE! BAD GIRL!"

"M-MASTER INTEGRA!?"

"Secondly… HOW DID THIS BOOK GET THERE!?"

"I don't know! Walter had it before Alucard—He made the last entry!"

The head of the Organization came to a silence, feeling her weathered face and remembering Walter. All the while Seras couldn't help her thoughts as she looked to her commander with sadness, 'Not this again…' Integra quickly glared up, "DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK!"

Upon being yelled at, Seras was going to retaliate but decided against it as she opened her mouth, "Sorry, Sir. I won't." She stood there as she watched Integra resume flipping through the notes. The more Sir Hellsing digged into the pages of this 128 year old journal, the more pale she became. The details of this inert being was a complex contradiction of what life is and isn't, of how such an immortal being can have a beating heart. "Alucard and Walter both kept this thing a secret. As strong as you are, Seras, I don't think we've yet to have a werewolf on our side. Have we?" Integra gave a sly smirk at the Police Girl as the vampirina shook her head just some, "But we should wait for Alu—!" The respected noble rose up and grinned ever so slightly, "Let's wake Mr. Jack up." In the back of the Police Girl's mind, she thought and knew for sure… 'this is a bad idea'.

TO BE CONTINUED