Disclaimer: Alright next chapter! Get ready because the suspense is being kicked up!
First up, Integra has finally put together the mystery of who Klaus truly is and has confirmed his identity. But what exactly does this development mean for our heroes?
Klaus gathers his minions as they prepare the ritual to return him to his power and glory. It is here that we learn a little more of why Klaus' plans have been postponed for over 2,000 years. Klaus informs his subjects that their next objective will be yet another massive invasion. And this time, Klaus is not holding anything back.
Vladimir deals with the devastation caused to his forces in Egypt. He then learns of LOD's plot to destroy the world at the end of summer.
In New York, the Nightstalkers deal with the implications of Chief Quinton's betrayal as well as his execution by Kazuya's hands. Kazuya is once again placed in high security while awaiting his pending trial and punishment. Rosette recovers from her assassination attempt. The Nightstalkers then learn from newly discovered intel that there is a terrorist threat looming over New York. The target: The UN General Assembly which is scheduled to take place in three days. Is this threat genuine, or is it yet another ploy by LOD to mask their true objectives?
The time is upon us: Klaus is preparing to return to his former power and glory. And he will do so, so that the entire world will know of his ploy to bring mankind to true greatness. Get ready, the time to meet Klaus is ever so closer!
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Chapter Twenty Nine- Judgment
Vladimir stood at his office window, watching the dozens of cars and vans leaving the driveway of his sprawling estate. It had already been two weeks since the mission to Egypt. The Order of the Cross had personally offered to cover the funeral services and arrangements for Captain Yuri Reznov. His death had dealt a critical blow to many working with the organization for Yuri had been a well-respected commander and ally, as well as a close friend. For the past couple of hours, people had been arriving at Vladimir's mansion, paying their respects as well as meeting with Captain Reznov's family.
The door to Vladimir's office opened as Proctor stepped inside, once again dressed in his trademark black tuxedo.
"Sir, the guests are departing. They send their thanks for your hosting them, as well as their prayers to Yuri's family. Shall I go about having your dinner prepared?" he asked. There was no answer, as Vladimir continued staring.
"Master Sokolov?" Proctor again asked.
Finally, Vladimir spoke. "Who am I, Proctor?" he asked. Proctor froze; "Why, you are our leader, sir" he answered.
With his back still turned Vladimir again questioned Proctor. "And do you trust in me, as your leader? Do my men, my family, my forces trust in me?"
Proctor at that point entered the office, shutting the door behind him. "If I may sir: This awful tragedy does not at all reflect on your leadership. Yuri died doing what he did best: Defending his country and ensuring the safety of the innocent. And he would be the first to tell you this. Master Vladimir, your men, your forces and especially your family, trust you with their whole heart and soul and will follow you until the ends of the earth" Proctor stated.
That seemed to boost Vladimir's spirit a little as he sighed deeply. "Look at me, whining like this. I bet my father never experienced despair like this" he said chuckling.
"Oh quite the contrary. While I was in service to your father, God rest his soul, there was one particular incident that had him very nearly cowering under his desk"
Vladimir's eyes instantly widened. "No shit, dad got spooked?" he asked suddenly sounding like a kid that was just told an embarrassing story about his parents. Proctor smirked, "It was about five years before you were born. He was under so much stress and facing pressure from the Prime Minister's administration, he locked himself in his office and would not come out for a week. Eventually, your mother had to break the door down and drag him by his tie. The whole situation was absolutely hilarious." Proctor kept explaining as Vladimir burst into laughter.
"Oh man that's rich!" Vladimir said excitedly. Proctor himself chuckled at recalling the incident. "Thanks Proctor, I needed that"
"As always, my pleasure sir" Proctor replied giving a small bow.
Meanwhile in the pack's living area, they were busy holding a meeting regarding their recent venture to Egypt.
"It's almost a shame that bitch didn't actually kill me. I could have at least gone out like a real gangsta." Alex complained as he frowned and moved his still injured and bandaged arm. He took his free hand, beginning to unwrap the bandages which held it in place. Sitting in a group circle the pack remained silent, watching as he occasionally winced from pain.
"This is not good. A simple broken arm should have healed within moments. Yet here we are two weeks later and it is just now finally starting to heal" Hiro stated narrowing his eyes as Alex removed the bandages. Tossing them away he sighed. "Dude I already know that. There was something up with that Victoria chick, I've never seen someone fight the way she does. The whole time I had this feeling of her just toying with me" he stated.
Michael cleared his throat as everyone turned to him.
"There's a few things that were up with this whole incident. First off, they came for Klaus body yet did not bother trying to retrieve the Anima device. Why? Doesn't Klaus need them for the ritual to return him to his body? Second, despite their ferocity, those guys from LOD were not really trying to kill any of you. I hate to admit it; but had they been really trying….it could have been worse. Far worse." Michael said solemnly as everyone grew silent.
Folding his arms, he leaned back in the chair he was sitting in before continuing.
"And then, there was Theokoles. To be able to take my attack without so much as flinching. I had heard the stories concerning his power and wickedness, it goes back as old as I am, perhaps even earlier but to witness it firsthand. He may very well be the most powerful entity alive right now" Michael said narrowing his eyes.
"Son of a bitch, for you to say that is some serious shit. Mike you're the strongest Werewolf we've ever known" Raul said eyeing Michael curiously. Michael chuckled and said, "Thanks Raul. But, there is one other who could very likely give me a run for my money" he said.
Immediately, everybody cringed with some swearing or giving low growls of displeasure. Everyone except Kathy who blinked in confusion.
"Who?" she asked innocently. Michael sighed and said "Lucian Salvatore" he stated.
"Ugh not those tools" Sergei said frowning. Kathy blinked twice before remaining quiet. Raven noticed her confusion and clarified.
"The Salvatore Brothers are mercenaries. They're the best of the best and commit high profile assassinations, contract killings, theft, espionage and all sorts of illicit activities all for a price. They're also some of the oldest wolves alive and make up one of the most devastatingly powerful strike units in the world. Even a pack as big as ours would struggle against them" Raven explained.
"I've known Lucian for over a millennia. Our two clans had ties together in ancient times. He's big on blood purity and believes in the absolute strength and might of Werewolves. More so, he's not too keen on humans, or those that associate themselves with them" Michael said.
Kathy stared and said "And you just happen to submit to a human, as your master"
Michael smirked and nodded.
"But more pressing, I believe I can deduce on why you're arm took so long to heal from" Hiro said staring at Alex. Alex shrugged and said, "I'm listening dude"
"During the battle did you notice the individual with the hooded cloak? Mugetsu I believe was his name. Not once did he intervene and fight. He remained almost entirely still, only being concerned with Klaus' body." Hiro said as the rest began listening more intensely. Hiro continued.
"During my scuffle I used my War's Eye to examine that individual. His body was shroud in a weird kind of aura or energy. It was colored black and had a hazy and inky look to it. More strangely; this aura was actually emanating from his actual body. I don't understand the mechanics but I did notice something strange" Hiro said turning to Alex.
"Whenever you would sustain an injury, this aura would fluctuate. If it were a simple bruise or cut, the change would be miniscule but the moment your arm was shattered it increased in frequency. I don't know exactly how to explain it, but I imagine it did something to your healing capabilities. Altered it, or more along the lines of suppressing it" Hiro explained.
Michael narrowed his eyes while Karl said, "Ok so this guy can emit an aura which slows down or suppresses our healing factor. But that still doesn't explain the time constraint: It's been two weeks. Maybe it's not just the aura itself but something it emits. An air suppressant, a chemical even that interferes with the body's healing process" he stated. Despite all their conjecture, no one had any real answers as to the events that occurred.
Sometime later Michael had retreated into his bedroom, relaxing and gathering his thoughts. He lay stretched on his bed, dressed only in loose fitting black pants as his arms were folded behind his head. The door opened and in walked Kathy. She shut the door and kicked off her shoes as she said "Everything alright?"
Michael looked up and said "Yeah babe everything is fine" But Kathy could tell he was only half telling the truth.
She climbed on top, playfully crawling up as she straddled his chest and placed her hands on top, feeling the massive muscles.
"Michael, what is it? Really?"
Michael sighed deeply. "Just everything that's happened. Losing Captain Reznov, Alex getting hurt like that, Theokoles' threatening everyone. Even for a wolf as old as I am, having his pack placed in extreme danger will wear on you for a while" he said looking into her eyes.
Kathy responded by leaning down, closing her eyes as she kissed him, long and good. Holding the embrace she smiled and planted another kiss on him.
"Have I told you why I loved you?" she said smiling. Michael shook his head.
"It's because you care. You really care, about everyone close to you. You're brave, strong, you never hesitate to protect someone close to you and you're pretty cute too" Kathy said giggling and kissing him again.
He laughed and said, "Thanks babe" He then stared into her eyes as he pulled her body closer to his and the two began passionately kissing. Michael slid his hands up along Kathy's body, groping and feeling every inch as her own hands wandered and caressed his ripped muscular form. The two were so engrossed by their passion that they ended up rolling off the side of the bed, collapsing to the floor. They both laughed as Michael then tried to lift her up, but Kathy wouldn't budge.
"Uh, Kathy?" he said as she smirked.
"Shouldn't we like, you know, do this on the bed?" he asked. Kathy chuckled, leaning in close to his ear as she seductively purred and said "And who says I want to do this on the bed?"
And with that, Michael and Kathy again enjoyed some rather intimate time together.
Meanwhile, Vladimir walked into his bedroom, heading towards the large closet on the far side of the room. Opening it, he stepped in, pulling out a large and heavy brown case. Stepping back outside Vladimir placed it on his bed, opened the case and stared at what rested inside.
Inside the case was a large sword. It lay resting inside a dark blue sheath made of various metals giving it a lustrous shine. The handle was wrapped tightly in black colored silk with a diamond pattern running down the edge. The sheath of the sword had a swirling rose pattern running around. The cross guard of the sword was metallic, shaped in a V design.
The bedroom door opened and Mariska walked in, carrying their infant son Joseph. Smiling at Vladimir she walked over to Joseph's crib and gently set him down inside.
"Honey, what are you doing?" she asked wrapping their son in blankets. Vladimir sighed and said "I've never shown this to you before, figured now would be the best time" he said turning around with the sword in both hands. Mariska stared curiously as Vladimir began speaking.
"This is the sacred and ancestral sword of the Sokolov bloodline, passed down generation to generation for over 200 years now. It was made for my ancestor, Vitali Sokolov, right around the time he founded our order. It was blessed by over 1,000 priests and crafted from special metals and cleansed in holy water from the Russian Orthodox church. It's power is such, it can slay any supernatural beast." Vladimir explained as Mariska's eyes widened.
He promptly pulled out the sword, waving it once as the blade vibrated. Holding it chest level Vladimir then said "Only a true heir to the Sokolov bloodline can fully utilize its power. And when they do…" he said drawing off. Suddenly the blade pulsed twice, it began vibrating again before turning color. From a beautiful and lustrous silver to a light shade of red, then finally to a very dark and burning crimson color. All light in the room began to dim, the blade reflecting an eerie red color like a smoldering ember. With one wave Vladimir sheathed the sword. "When a true heir wields it, it glows red, the sword reaching maximum power. No evil can stand against it" he said facing his wife.
Shaking her head she said "And why are you pulling this out now? Joseph isn't old enough"
"I know that. But given everything that has been happening lately…" Vladimir stated trailing off.
"Yes?" Mariska asked patiently.
"I want you to take Joseph and leave Russia. Just until we stop Klaus and destroy LOD." Vladimir stated as Mariska blinked and immediately stated.
"That's absurd, I'm not leaving my home" Mariska said.
"It would only be a little while. You could take him to Germany where your parents live. Or better yet; my family owns an island just off the eastern coast of Costa Rica. No one in the world knows where it is. Look babe I'm just taking extra precaution to defend my family. God forbid something happens to me during this crisis. LOD has already made an attempt on your life, I don't want them trying the same thing again" Vladimir said.
Mariska grew quiet, she then began walking towards Vladimir. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around him in a warm and gentle embrace.
"Listen to me very closely. I'm not leaving you Vladimir. When we took our wedding vows I meant it when I said through good times and bad. No matter the threat, no matter the danger, I will always love you and I will always stand by your side as your wife."
Mariska then leaned and kissed him, long and good before breaking the embrace. She rested her forehead against his and smiled. "You can't get rid of me that easily" she said and kissed him again.
Vladimir smirked and wrapped his arms around her hips. Her hips were noticeably fuller, more shapely. It had been a little while since they had made love; that would definitely change later tonight.
"You're the best wife ever, you realize that right?" Vladimir said smiling as she shrugged her shoulders and said "Yeah I guess". They shared another kiss, deeper, more passionate this time.
In New York…
"196…197…198" Rosette stammered through deep breaths. Sweat dripped from every inch of her body, pooling on the mat. She was currently exercising, performing her usual regiment of 200 squats, 200 sit ups and 200 push ups. Rosette insisted on trying to maintain her normal fighting shape, even though she was still reeling from the injuries she sustained from the attack on her life made weeks earlier. Gritting her teeth Rosette continued her exercise.
"199…200!" she shouted and collapsed, wincing from the sheer effort as she panted heavily. With her exercise complete she sat up and stood to her feet. Heading out of the gym and in the locker room to change she took off her sweat soaked gym clothes and placed them away. Turning around she faced the mirror, spinning around slowly as she checked her figure. "All those sit ups and still can't lose this gut" she said unhappily as she pinched at her stomach with disgust. Despite this she managed a weak smile. "Dexter always used to tease how I was too skinny. Maybe gaining a few wouldn't be so bad, if it pleases him" she said chuckling.
Moving past her moment of insecurity, she quickly got dressed. She slid into some black slacks, buckling the belt as she tossed on a black turtle neck and rolled the sleeves up. Placing on her socks Rosette bent down as she laced up a pair of knee length black boots.
After changing Rosette exited the gymnasium. She was heading back to her office when as she turned the corner, she nearly collided with the massive and built form of Sion. The devil apologizing as Rosette chuckled and said "It's ok" she then noticed the intense look on his face.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
Sion then said, "Director McGrath requests you. They're having a meeting about some new information that has turned up" Rosette narrowed her eyes as she said, "And what about Kazuya? I figured with him killing Chief Quinton their main focus would be that"
Sion said "I thought so too. But apparently there is something serious going on"
Rosette sighed and said "Well might as well face this head on. Care to accompany me?" she said smirking and holding out her arm. Sion smiled, locking his own with hers. "It would be my pleasure, my lady" he said as the pair walked off.
Twenty minutes later Rosette and Sion entered the Director's meeting. Director McGrath was in attendance with several of the board members who oversaw the administration for much of the FBI's top units, including the Nightstalkers.
"Ah yes Rosette, thank you for attending. Please, take a seat" Director McGrath greeted her warmly and offered her a seat at the table. Rosette sat furthest from him, with Sion standing beside her, leaned against the wall, arms folded and with one legs propped against, ever vigilant and protective over her.
One of the board members, adjusting his neatly tailored suit scoffed and said "As I recall it Director, we agreed this would be a private meeting. No audience or lackeys allowed" he said. Rosette gave him a shrill and displeased look, but Sion did not seem fazed. His eyes were closed and he remained perfectly still. Clearing his throat Director McGrath said "Come now such talk is not becoming for the FBI's Board of Directives. And besides, given Rosette's harrowing escape from the assassination attempt made on her life I don't see the harm in allowing her a personal escort of such. Do you, Rosette?" he asked and gave her a very subtle wink.
"Yes sir" Rosette answered and smirked as the board members frowned and adjusted his seat. Sion couldn't help but let a small but coy smile cross his lips as his eyes remained closed.
"Now let us begin. Rosette you were called into this meeting for two reasons. One; the devastation done to the Bureau's reputation by Kazuya has been felt as far away as our nation's capital. Madam President herself has personally called for an internal investigation into how such an act could occur, the slaying of Chief Quinton. Two, and more pressing, there is information circulating about another possible threat looming over New York. And given the terrible ordeals this city has had to dealt with, we must assemble swiftly to face this threat. I'll allow Mr. Ackley to take point. Sir?"
Ackley cleared his throat and began gathering papers placed in front of him, passing them along to each board member and Rosette.
"Reports indicate of possible terrorist activity spreading from out of Russia, the Middle East and Afghanistan. All of it directed against New York. Manhanttan is still ground zero for a terrorist attack, and with the Oboro's rampage months earlier and more recently, Kazuya cutting a swath of destruction and weakening our system, New York has never been more vulnerable." Ackley said as everyone began murmuring. Waiting for it to subside, Ackley continued.
"Our intelligence has confirmed that there is an underground terrorist movement with plans to target New York. There does not appear to be a specific target at the moment but sources point to it being possible subway bombings in similar fashion to the London terrorist bombings many years ago." Ackley stated as he gazed around the meeting.
"If there is no specific target how do you suppose we go about boosting our security?" someone asked.
"We stake out the most high profile targets, any place the terrorists would like try to lay siege to. Banks, government office buildings, monuments etc." Ackley continued.
"Excuse me but I feel there is something else" Rosette stated drawing attention to herself. From one of the papers placed in front she pointed to a highlighted date.
"May 12th, 2015. That's the date for the General Assembly meeting scheduled at the United Nations. I know the threats aren't specific but we should either call off the assembly or increase security" she stated.
Ackley stated, "Call off the assembly? And risk the reputation of the fair city of New York?" he challenged. Rosette eyed him calmly. "What's more important: Our city's reputation or the protection of its citizens from a madman's threat to subjugate all of humanity?" she said.
Director McGrath said "You make it seem as if Klaus and LOD will strike at the assembly"
"That's because I do. I feel very strongly that LOD is planning another attack. Now, it's very possible they won't try anything too high profile, given what they have already shown us but I don't feel we should-"
"Exactly the problem: What you feel. Where is your proof that LOD will attack the assembly?" Ackley again challenged. Rosette was ready, as she very calmly folded her fingers, crossed one leg over the other, looked Ackley directly in his eyes and proceeded to speak.
"Listen to me very carefully. As of this point, I do not have the time nor the patience to deal with your bureaucratic bullshit. Just two weeks ago I faced down four assassins sent by Klaus. I'm not about to turn the blind eye and play willful ignorance to what his forces are capable of. You can argue against me and even try to go over my head but understand this: The Nightstalkers are run by me. It's that simple, it's my way or the highway and I will not tolerate anyone attempting to question my decisions or authority when I have continually led this organization with above reproach."
That was that and Rosette leaned back in her seat, noticing the faced around her as each board member, including Ackley collective picked their jaws off the floor and mumbled uncomfortably.
"So like I said, the UN General Assembly is scheduled three days from now. I will have my forces bolster their security as well as gather any additional intel that will serve is. If there is nothing else to discuss I must get to work." Rosette said facing the director.
"Actually there is one other thing I'd like to discuss. As many are aware, the Nightstalkers have loaned their assistance recently to Russia and the Order of the Cross during the attack on St. Petersburgh a few months back. Among those we cooperated were British forces, specifically, the Hellsing Organization led by Sir Integra Hellsing." Director McGrath explained folding his fingers.
Ackley narrowed his eyes, "Hellsing? Arthur Hellsing's daughter?" he asked. "Yes, she is the current heir to the Hellsing bloodline. Sir Integra has been a close acquaintance lately of Vladimir Sokolov, the current leader of the Order of the Cross and the two have often joined forces when combating a particular threat. They were also recently assisted by a lone warrior, Nero, of the Order of the Sword as well as the mercenary Dante. Even more recently, Hellsing was assisted by the Vatican's top agent, Father Alexander Anderson on a recent excursion to the ruins of ancient Carthage. My point is this: If Rosette is right concerning LOD possibly launching an assault on the UN Assembly, this is not something we can do by ourselves. We will need the aid of all of these individuals. I've already received the executive order from the President's Administration. At the UN Assembly we will hold a special emergency conference discussing the rising threat of LOD and the actions we will have to take to stop them. Each of our special guests will receive notifications about the date and location for this conference." Director McGrath explained.
The meeting quickly wrapped up, with little else being discussed. Rosette later called Sion, Seth and Dexter into her office where she explained to them the situation concerning the coming conference.
"So basically, it's going to be held at the UN General Assembly. The entire conference itself is very hush, so security will be extra tight" Rosette explained to the trio. Dexter sighed and said, "Are they sure they want to hold it at the UN? Given everything Klaus has already pulled?" he asked.
"It was a direct order from the President herself. Her Administration will also be in attendance. They wish to conduct an internal investigation into how Kazuya was able to seek out Chief Quinton despite his betrayal. More importantly is the issue of who will be in attendance" Rosette explained shifting more comfortably in her chair.
"So the Order of the Cross, the Hellsing Organization, the Vatican's Iscariot, the Order of the Sword and even Dante have been invited. Ah man this could wind up incredibly complicated" Seth said shaking his head.
Rosette hesitated, "There's more" she said as everyone looked at her. Taking a deep breath, Rosette braced herself as she quickly blurted it out.
"I want to personally invite Lucian Salvatore to attend"
"WHAT? Rosette come on are you out of your mind?!" Seth shouted as his eyes widened. Dexter calmly restrained him but he too felt it would be a foolish venture.
"The Salvatore Brothers answer to no one. They care only about which contact will bid the highest price. Lucian loathes humans and certainly won't take to intervening in human conflict. It would be stupid to invite him" Seth said shaking his head. Rosette however remained adamant, staring into his forest green eyes. "But Seth you said Lucian was captured by Klaus and experimented on right? Now, who would have more incentive to see Klaus stopped than someone who was kidnapped by him? The truth is, if Lucian is willing to see Klaus stopped, and then he could prove a potential ally"
"You're still overestimating him. Rosette, I've seen the devastation and destruction the Salvatore Brothers are infamous for. Their appetite for rampage and destruction is insatiable, which is why they are always so successful on their missions. But…" Seth said rubbing his eyes and beginning to pace.
"But, I do know one thing: Lucian may not tolerate humans and he may despite weakness but there is something he hates even more than that. It's those that abuse and misuse their power to oppress and subjugate the weak. And given the offense Klaus committed by taking him from his brothers, he might, just maybe, join our cause. But it'll be a long shot for sure" Seth said smiling at Rosette. Dexter then cleared his throat and said "If we're recruiting Lucian then there is someone else who may be of use. I almost hate to ask him, given his constant threats to me but…" Dexter said trailing off.
Rosette blinked twice before saying "Who is it Dex?" she asked. Dexter stared at her out the corner of his eye. "Come on Rosette, you know who. He's rotting away on Hart's Island as we speak." Dexter said but that still did not seem to connect. Swearing under his breath Dexter said.
"The Monster of Pelham" he stated simply.
Rosette jumped out of her seat. "Oh…my GOD! Dexter, you can't be serious, HIM?! At least Lucian has a motive, that…that thing is motivated by only one thing, filling his belly. Why the hell would he bother helping us?" Rosette shouted.
At that point Sion finally spoke. "I have to agree with Rosette, Dexter. He'll try to kill you again, just like he did before. I spoke to our people over at Hart's Island; they're having trouble keeping him calm. Two people have already been killed by him"
"I know, I know but let's just be honest: We're desperate. There's no shame in that. Klaus has pushed harder than anyone has ever been pushed before. And this is what scares me most: Klaus isn't even at full capacity so there's no telling what is still to come. Anyway like I said, I'll just go and ask him. If I leave now I should reach Hart's Island by the evening" Dexter explained.
Sion and Seth looked at each other, then back to Dexter. "We're coming" Seth said. "Thanks guys but I have to do this alone. I'm the one who fought him; it's because of me he's locked away in there. All his hatred is directed to me, I have to do it alone" Dexter said shaking his head.
"Just don't go and get yourself killed, you need us, call" Seth said as he and Sion exited the office leaving behind Rosette and Dexter.
"I swear Dex, why are you always getting involved with the most savage and dangerous criminals?" Rosette asked shaking her head and standing to her feet. Dexter shrugged and said, "Guess I just have a thing for the psychos. I promise, I'll be ok" he said smiling and pulling her close for a hug. Holding the embrace Rosette looked up, closed her eyes and kissed him, long and deep as they held the embrace for several moments before breaking, their lips still lingering close to one another.
"I love you, so much. I can't wait until this is over and I can become your wife" she said smiling and giving him another kiss.
"I love you too Rosette, so quit worrying. I'll be fine. And I can't wait for you to become my wife as well" Dexter said. He then stared at her, backing up a few as he did so. "Hey babe?" he said.
"Yes?" Rosette said beginning to blush as he checked her out.
"Don't take this the wrong way but are you….putting on a few?" he stammered. Immediately, Rosette's face dropped as she stared at him crossly.
"I was really stressed out from dealing with Kazuya's rampages. It's embarrassing, I know. I've always stayed in good shape. I've tried hiding it well but I guess you finally noticed. You're probably thinking once we get married, I'll let myself go and blow up twenty pounds or something" Rosette said sheepishly. But to her surprise, Dexter simply chuckled and said placed his hand on her belly.
"I'll love you no matter your size. Gain a few pounds? I don't care. Lose that ass…well, then we have issues" Dexter teased as he promptly slapped her butt, causing Rosette to punch his shoulder.
"You're such a jerk, but I love it" Rosette giggled.
He gave her another long and deep kiss and then turned to exit her office.
At Hellsing…
"Sir Integra, are you certain of this?"
"Yes, your Majesty" Integra answered, standing at attention as she faced the Queen's throne. Integra had asked for an emergency meeting so that Hellsing may present their findings to the Queen's administration. Walter, ever present was at Integra's side. Alucard and Seras meanwhile, were prostrated before the Queen with Alucard bowing his head low.
"And this individual, Klaus, you are certain he is the one from all those centuries ago? The one who led the Roman forces to destroy Carthage?" the Queen again asked. Integra answered back. "Yes, based on the research Seras and I had been uncovering I concluded that it were the only explanation for the tomb in Carthage was empty and why the Anima was buried there and for why the real Klaus was buried in Egypt. I believe Klaus used that as a ruse, knowing that one day he would have assembled enough forces to reclaim his body" Integra explained as Walter turned to her curiously.
The Queen shifted in her throne, moving to one of her nearby guards as she began whispering. Turning back to Integra her eyes wandered down to Seras and Alucard.
"Tell me, vampire. Have you witnessed Klaus' power before?" she asked. Alucard chuckled and said "I'm afraid not. Klaus has been using his minions to battle in his stead. But now that he has his body back, it would seem he shall reveal himself to us. I can hardly wait" he said chuckling as Seras looked nervously from her master back to the Queen.
The Queen herself laughed and said "As always Alucard, you mix both devotion and your need for destruction. Very well then, Alucard, Walter, Seras, Sir Hellsing I give you my order now" the Queen said as everyone waited.
"Kill him. Whoever this Klaus may be, destroy him, and his minions. These are my commands"
Integra nodded her head while Walter, Seras and Alucard bowed their heads.
In Russia…
"Sir, an incoming call from a Mr. Dante, again sir, he says it's urgent" Vladimir's front desk explained calling to his office. He and Mariska were busy holding a discussion when Vladimir said "Ok, thank you. Put him through"
A moment later, his direct line buzzed as Vladimir pressed the intercom.
"Go ahead Dante" he said.
"Yo Vlady, long time man" Dante spoke. Vladimir smirked, "Thanks same. How are things? Still eating your total body weight in pizza daily?" he cracked as Mariska chuckled.
"You know it, but that's not why I'm calling. Not too long ago I was paid visit by some fighters, led by everyone's favorite madman" Dante said. Vladimir's eyes intensified. "Klaus" he stated simply.
"Yeah dude, Klaus sent some people to deliver a warning. They said Klaus is not going to be cautious anymore and finally move forward with his plan. They even gave a deadline: In four months' time, at the end of summer, the world will end" Dante explained. There was dead silence as both Vladimir and Mariska stared at each other.
"Four months? The end of summer? Lord have mercy…" Mariska said shaking her head. Vladimir then said "Four months huh? Hey Dante, did you happen to get a notification by any chance?"
Dante said, "Yeah. Got a call from the President's Administration about some secret conference or something. I almost didn't bother explaining I try to stay out of politics" he said with a chuckle.
"Here's the thing Dante, it's not just you. Hellsing, us, the Order of the Sword, the Nightstalkers and even the Vatican have been assembled for this conference. I'll give you the details: In New York, there have been confirmed terrorist threats aimed at the UN General Assembly which is scheduled for three days. We believe that Klaus plans to attack the meeting, and is using these terrorist threats to mask his movements. In short; if we don't deal with this now we're fucked" Vladimir said very seriously.
The line grew quiet, before Dante finally spoke and said "Is it true what they say about New York? Is their pizza best in the world?"
Vladimir instantly began laughing as he said "So I've heard"
"Well I guess we'll be seeing each other again real soon. Later" and with that Dante hung up the phone.
Vladimir turned to Mariska and said "Well babe, looks like we're heading for New York"
Mariska smirked, moving around his desk as she playfully sat on his lap. "I remember a certain man promising to take his new bride to New York for their one year anniversary" she said taking her finger and poking his nose. Vladimir blinked then said "I know, and you know I hate breaking a promise to a woman. But remember what happened? That whole bullshit with the witches coven?"
Mariska giggled and said "Yes I remember. I suppose I could let it slide for now. But you still owe me a nice vacation" she said laughing and kissing him.
Vladimir returned the kiss, sighed and then said "Four months. We'll stop Klaus, together" he said holding her hand.
Back in New York…
Located on the eastern most part of the Bronx, Hart's Island is the world's largest potter's field. Owned, maintained and run by the New York City Department of Corrections, the island has served as a prisoner of war camp, a Nike missile base, a Civil War internment camp and a reformatory. Some 850,000 dead are buried on the island, nearly 2,000 a year. Inmates from neaby Riker's Island serve as the attendants; put on work programs to bury the dead as well as dig and maintain grave sites along the island. The island itself is largely vacant; only the large POW camp sites, old factories and prisons remain. Access is entirely restricted limited solely to correction's officers. Though cut off from the public, the island itself was home to a dark secret. One which Dexter knew all too well.
Dexter sat on the speed boat, fast approaching the island as it rode along the Long Island sound. Checking his watch, he saw it was nearly 8 pm. The sun was setting in the distance as the evening sky began to give way to the coming night. Sighing Dexter rolled up the sleeves of his black jacket. The driver of the boat, a close acquaintance in the correction's department looked back and said "Yo Dex I gotta say. You got some balls showing your face to him, after all this time" he said shifting gears as they approached the port used by the correction's department.
Dexter stared off into the sunset, the horizon blanketed by the fading orange and yellow colors. "We're desperate, and he may know something. Not like I want to see him" he responded.
"You should have seen what it was like two weeks ago. Jesus what a mess, I've never seen so much blood. Even the worst riots in Riker have looked like a goddamn pre-school fight compared to this. When we finally subdued him, he killed nearly ten guards. The rest…well….you know how hungry he gets" the boat driver said.
Dexter was silent, until they pulled into the port as he stepped off. On the dock of the pier were three correction guards, dressed in white Polo shirts, navy blue slacks and black boots. Each guard armed with a high powered carbine assault rifle as well as a large caliber handgun. The lead guard greeted Dexter with a nod.
"Long time Dex, right this way" he said turning to walk away.
"Thanks Simmons, how's the family?" Dexter asked making casual talk as they walked along the pier towards the main road.
"Susan's getting big man. Number three is well on the way, still thinking of a name. Already have two boys, maybe this one will be my baby girl finally" Simmons said nodding towards the two guards with him. The group walked along the stretch of dirt road, towards a large meadow which was close by the old power plant. A large bus road long the road, Riker's Island inmates jam packed inside as several guards could be heard shouting obscenities.
"Siddown motherfuckers! Keep your hands in fucking sight!" a large black guard said as he promptly slapped an inmate upside his head, forcing him to sit down.
The group cut across the road, moving through the thick and massive tall grass as they cut through the meadow towards the old power plant. The old building was quite decrepit and old; bits and pieces still crumbling in ruin, far long after such events in the island's history such as the outbreak of Yellow fever and the women's insane asylum. Finally, reaching the entrance, Simmons paused, turned back around and stared long and hard at Dexter.
"Look Dex I'll come right out and say it: The only reason you got clearance was because you came through for the supervisor before on the Soto case. The fact is as of right now, it's not very smart to bring you in to see him. Things are worse than ever before; he's made five break out attempts in recent times and has put many guards and staff to be buried right here on the island. But the worst is his constant threats against you. Dexter, whatever you came here to ask him, it better be damn important, got it?' Simmons said narrowing his eyes.
Dexter sighed and said "Yeah, got it"
And with that the two stepped into the old power plant as the two guards took positions outside. Dexter and Simmons walked inside, their every step causing the rickety old building to creak. Walking over to a large freight elevator, Dexter pressed the button. Moments passed before the elevator shaft opened and the pair stepped inside, riding down to the subbasement level of the old power plant.
Hart's Island has seen many secret renovations in recent years. The Department of Corrections in conjunction with the FBI established a top secret maximum security prison built underneath the old power plant and stretching for a sizable portion of the island. The facility was built for one purpose, to house, monitor and contain New York's most deadly prisoner. An individual with whom Dexter shares a complex past with.
The elevator eventually reached the lower level. It was a sharp contrast to the grim and decaying appearance on the upper level.
The elevator let off to a long and pristine hallway, well lit by rows of lights. Dexter and Simmons walks down, periodically being passed by armed corrections guards and nursing staff. Turning a corner, Dexter raised his eyebrow as he saw two staff members pushing an enormous container as it rolled by.
"Meat. He's getting sick of the cheap stuff and is requesting more…prime cut of meat" Simmons stated simply as he and Dexter continued.
They continued on, reaching two massive metal doors. In the middle was a warning label reading "DANGER- Extremely violent prisoner on site, access restricted to correction personnel only"
Taking a deep breath, Simmons pushed open the doors, stepping inside to massive hangar bay. Rows of correction's guards made their rounds, some walking along the upper balcony where several were armed with sniper rifles. He led Dexter down the winding stairs to the lower area where a squad of guards were waiting.
The guards were facing a massive and sprawling cage, it's height reaching several meters up and spanning some dozens of feet, some of the bars bent crudely, others were covered in claw and tooth marks. There was a strong scent filling the air; the scent of blood, decay and death, the all to familiar bearings of a predator's den.
Looking up from his post, one of the guards eyed Dexter, smirked and said "Well well, dead man walking. You must be wishing for death, have you not heard what he's been doing to the people here?" he replied.
Dexter immediately countered by saying "Shut up Fowley, I'm not interested in your bullshit. Are you going to bring him out or not?" he said getting agitated.
Fowley shrugged his shoulders, then turned to the cage. "Hey Sasquatch!"
Dexter froze, feeling his gut flip flop. All the guards stopped their respective tasks as they instantly trained their weapons on the cage.
"Someone's here to see you!" Fowley shouted and banged on the cage, stepping back a few inches. Simmons swore and said "You fucking idiot, are you trying to piss him off?" but Fowley ignored it as he secured his own weapon.
From the darkness of the cage, a deep rumbling sound filled the room, causing several guards to shake in fear. The ground began rumbling, shaking as something big and monstrously enormous began moving and shifting within the cage.
"What?" a heavy, deep and raspy voice snarled as Dexter spoke.
"You know what, we need to talk" Dexter said folding his arms.
Silence passed for several moments as everyone tensed. Then, the rumbling began as the ground began shaking and quaking as an enormous shape began moving toward Dexter. From the darkness, Dexter made out the shape of a massive and imposing figure, hunched over, arms drapped at the side in a loping gait. Two massive eyes stared out at him, red with green irises and burning with a monstrous hatred as they stared at Dexter like smoldering embers.
"You are not welcome here Dexter. Leave!"
"Can't do that man, we need to talk like I said. I don't have much time" Dexter said as Simmons looked at him nervously.
The shape moved closer, and closer, close enough for Dexter to feel the creature's deep raspy breaths on his skin and smell the dank and musky odor of its body. The creature moved closer before coming to full view. With a sharp grunt, it leaned straight up, its long arms hanging at the side as it stood up straight to full height. Dexter blinked, looked up, and then looked up again.
It was a man. However, this was no ordinary man. Bigger, more monstrous and with a beastly and savage appearance. The creature measured a solid 8 feet tall, weighing perhaps close to 600 pounds. The creature had a solid and heavily muscled build, its rippling form stretching the fabric of the black tank top and orange jumpsuit pants it wore. Most disturbingly was the appearance of the creature's head; its head was large and seemingly deformed, a large and heavy chin tapered off with a dome shaped skull and large flat nose. The creature had fair colored skin, large hands and large feet. Apart from its monstrous size, the creature was also placed in several amounts of restraints. Attached to both ankles were large ball and chain weights, the creature's wrists were cuffed together as the chain linking the two dangled in front. The most discerning piece of restraint was the large metal shock collar around its neck, not too dissimilar from the type used in dog fighting rings to train the animals.
With deep heavy and raspy breaths, the creature inhaled three times through its nose. It then sneered, revealing a mouthful of awful teeth, long, sharp, and terrifying. It banged on the bars of the cage, pointed its finger, and spoke directly to Dexter.
"I've got your scent Dexter. I will hunt you down!" it threatened. Dexter did not seem fazed, remaining still. The collar around the creature's throat lit up before sparks ignited as a massively powerful bolt of electricity reverberated through its body. The creature gave a loud and awful roar of pain and discomfort as it thrashed in the cage.
"Power up the collar, get that animal under control!" a guard shouted towards his comrades on the balcony as they kept their weapons trained on the beast.
"You think I'm scared of you?! A toy collar won't stop me from killing you Dexter! I'll rip you apart, eat your bones!" the creature again shouted as it smashed its fist down on the floor creating a small rumble.
"Look" Dexter began glaring harshly. "We can do this dance all night but I don't have time for that. I'm not here to fight you, Raskos. Just listen to me. In three days' time, something awful is going to happen to this city. Something that will affect everyone in it, including you and we need all the help preparing for it. There's a madman threatening the city, and it's the one you hate even more than me" Dexter explained.
That seemed to stir something inside as Raskos immediately halted his violent outbursts. Breathing and hissing deeply he inched closer to the cage as he sat down, legs crossed with his arms on the cage bars. Staring long and hard at Dexter he said "Klaus? That bastard is still up to his usual tactics? Oh…what I wouldn't do to be able to strip his flesh like tissue paper and crunch his bones around in my teeth" Raskos said growling and baring his massive and frightening teeth.
"I know, he's committed awful crimes and he may be planning to strike against the city. When that happens, I want you there, fighting by our side" Dexter said.
Raskos grew silent and then, he began laughing. Though to common ears, it sounded more like a badger choking on a pinecone.
"Just because I plan to eat him, does NOT mean I want to help you Dexter! You think I'll forget about what happened the night you bastards brought me in?!" Raskos again shouted.
Dexter cocked his head, "Dude, you were eating people all across the Bronx. I had to do my job and bring you in. I know that Klaus was behind the scientists who experimented on you and abused you. That didn't give you the right to project your hatred on all of humanity and make innocent people suffer for it"
"Meh, they were just food to me. And once I get a taste, I gotta have the rest of the meal, know what I'm sayin'? Hehehe. I can't help liking the taste of meat, ripe and bloodied, fresh off the bone as it fills my belly" Raskos stated grinning. Some guards began turning their faces, hiding their disgust at recalling of his eating and consuming his victims. Many had actually witnessed it first hand; they stated it would turn the staunchest of red meat consumers into firm vegans.
Dexter then said "Like I said Raskos, we actually need you for once. Will you fight with us? It doesn't matter that you hate humanity for what they did to you. It doesn't matter that you hate me for locking you up. This is bigger than you Raskos, and me, and anyone we can think of. If Klaus gets his way, all of mankind, every last woman, every last man, every last child, will suffer and die. I know you don't want to witness that, you of all people"
Raskos did not say anything, rather he turned his body away so that his massive and sprawling back faced Dexter who sighed and shook his head. Dexter too turned his back and prepared to leave.
"In three days there will be an emergency conference to discuss the rising threat of Klaus. By then, I will know your answer. And one last thing: As much as you want to be acknowledged as a dangerous monster, even you have standards. You didn't just kill and eat indiscriminately. You only killed people that crossed you or threatened you. I'll wait for you answer, Raskos" and with that, Dexter turned and began walking away.
Raskos did not say anything, though he did muster one final action. Just before Dexter exited the hangar bay, both men turned around, looking at each other over their shoulders. Raskos snorted twice before crawling back into the deeper portion of his cage.
"Yo Fowley. So when's dinner bitch? I'm getting hungry! Hehehe"
Fowley promptly stared, swallowed hard and then mumbled and obscenity.
Meanwhile…
"Everyone, gather" Klaus commanded gazing before his minions. Gathering before his throne were Rashkor, Victoria, Mugetsu, Sage, Krista, Tristan, Ryoga, Arthur, Drake, Rein and lastly, Rogue as the massive behemoth hissed as his nostrils flared and he clenched his fist.
"ASSEEEEEEMBLLLLE" he bellowed as all the members of LOD stood before Klaus' throne. Chuckling, Klaus began clapping.
"Well done, brothers and sisters, well done. Your hard work has paid off. We have finally located him. And very soon, I will leave this dreadful state I am in." he stated triumphantly.
Victoria walked forward, hands on her hips as she said "Is he…is he really coming back to us?"
Klaus nodded and said "Yes lovely, he will return very shortly. But first I must inform you all of something. We will not perform the ascension, not for another three days. It seems our enemies are preparing for us as we speak. There is going to be an assembly meeting scheduled in three days' time at the United Nations in New York. I have reason to suspect it will be in response to the terrorist threats against the city"
Tristan frowned and said "But we made those threats, to mask our moving more vampires into the city"
"Correct Tristan, however this will only serve to strengthen our cause. We will attack the assembly and set up for the ritual there" Klaus stated.
"Klaus…you wish to return to yourself…at the assembly where all of the world will see you?" Sage asked concerned.
"Indeed. When I first tried 2,000 years ago, I was hasty and ill prepared. The resulting damage was what left me in this miserable state you see before you. My body was lost and I was forced to make certain…less favorable actions in order to preserve what little of me remained. No more being cautious, no more being crafty. We have pushed our enemies to the breaking point as is. It's time for the whole world to know of LOD and our grand plan to bring mankind to its true glory, a world free from malice or strife. This will also be a message to any who oppose us. They face two options; survival or death" Klaus stated.
"Klaus, what about Kazuya?" Rashkor asked. Klaus stared back, "What about him?" he asked.
"He was captured by the Nightstalkers. He is surely to be executed for the killings he's committed. And then, there's Lucian Salvatore" Ryoga stated folding his arms.
Klaus crossed one foot over the other, shifting in his throne as he rested his chin in his palm. Several moments passed before he said, "So be it. Kazuya is of no consequence to us now. As for Lucian, he will seek us out for taking us from his brothers. Let him come"
At that point, Theokoles entered into the room. His presence instantly causing the other members of LOD to tense as the Harbinger of Death calmly walked up to Klaus' throne. His monstrous and fearsome looking eyes scanning each individual, especially Victoria who flinched and lowered her head as he chuckled, baring his vicious fangs.
"Get out, all of you. I require a private audience" Theokoles ordered turning his back to the members in attendance and staring Klaus directly in his face.
"Demon, you've got some damn nerve to think you ca-" Sage challenged, until someone restrained her. However it proved to be too late. Theokoles responded by clenching his right fist, a powerful and massive violet colored aura began swirling around him. Above, the spectral form of a four armed devil with great swooping horns and a piercing and wicked malicious grin formed as it spread its arms.
"Leave me. I don't like repeating myself, bitch" Theokoles threatened glaring at her over his shoulder as his eyes flashed a burning red color. Sage swallowed hard; the members of LOD began instantly stepping backwards. Even Rogue, always stoic and ready to leap to Klaus' defense growled lowly.
"It's fine. Disperse for now, we will continue again soon" Klaus assured the group as some nodded and/or bowed and began dispersing. Theokoles dispersed the spectral form above him.
"Hey blondie, that Werewolf was right. You do have a fat ass" he said chuckling. Victoria froze, shaking with displeasure. She took her hands, covering her behind as she followed her group.
"What is it?" Klaus asked him now that they were alone.
Theokoles turned backed, pointing directly at him. "Show me your face"
Klaus froze, staring before cocking his head. Theokoles smirked. "I know that isn't the real you, Klaus. Show me who you are masquerading as"
Klaus did not respond for several seconds. He then slowly rose to his feet, beginning to descend down the steps from his throne before finally reaching the bottom as he stared Theokoles in his face. Klaus slowly reached up, removing the mask as he let it fall to the floor as Theokoles looked on his face.
Moments passed before recognition kicked in. Theokoles' lips formed a wicked grin before he tossed his head back and began raucously laughing. Holding his sides, he regained his composure as he chuckled and said "THAT'S it?! MAN this is too much! So that's why you were so desperate to do all of this"
Klaus himself despite the outburst managed another chuckle himself before placing his mask back on. "Indeed my friend. Only three more days before I leave this state and return to my former glory, his former glory."
Theokoles shook his head, sneering before turning away. "I must admit, I am beginning to grow intrigued. Well let's see what happens in three days. It sounds like a massacre is in the works. Good, very good"
He then spread his arms out, shadows dancing and flickering before swarming in size as he began laughing wildly.
"I could use a good meal!" he shouted wildly while Klaus looked on.
End Chapter
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