Black Lagoon Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction ❯ Night Angels ❯ The Coming of Darkness ( Chapter 32 )

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“Okay, don’t slam it this time, Moria,” Irene ‘Rally’ Vincent said soothingly, handing Moria Hedgley a shot glass filled with Speyside single-malt scotch whisky into her trembling hands, “just quietly sip it.” The maid nodded, remembering the last time she tried to drink the amber liquor.

It had been five minutes since Moria had inexplicitly collapsed after showing off her birthday present that Rally and Seras had gotten her. But when she woke-up, she had related a terrifying story to those gathered – Rally, Seras, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, Kenneth Hedgley, Alucard, Walter C. Dolnez, and Pip Bernadotte – the story of how she witnessed a speech by a Nazi to his FREAK troops, as well as her encounter with the catboy Schrödinger.

Moria took the shot glass to her lips and gently drank, her face shuttering because of the taste of the alcohol. “I’ll be fine,” she was able to say, “although I wasn’t exactly prepared for that first drink!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have drank it so fast, Moria dear,” Seras said, remembering how Moria choked and gagged upon slugging the shot.

“Moria, are you certain about this vision of yours – about a war coming to ” Sir Integra asked, uncertain if she wanted to know.

Despite the disorientation the scotch was starting to have on her system, Moria managed to look her employer in the eye. “As certain as if I’m sitting with you right now, Sir Integra,” she said. “I had a little trouble making-out landmarks in the dark, but I have no doubt the zeppelin I was in was headed for ” A look of anger then came across her face as she set the shot glass down on the table, “I especially remember how that miserable catboy Schrödinger had taunted me, saying that there was no way Hellsing was going to stop this war. I’ll tell you this much, though… provided I’m not occupied at the time, if I ever see that smirking creature again, I’m going to rip that smirk off his face and shove it in a place I rather not mention right now!” She then slowly, if unsteadily, got up from the couch she sat on. “Rally, Seras, I think it’s time I’ve got myself to bed.”

“You do just that, Moria,” Sir Integra gently said. “Take as much time as you need to recover.”

Moria smiled as Rally and Seras moved to both sides of her. “My thanks, Sir Integra… but I believe I will not take that much time.” The three then walked to the stairs leading to the sub-basement levels.

Once the three were away, Sir Integra then addressed the others gathered. “Gentlemen,” she began, “this incident puts new emphasis on the warning Natasha Radinov had given us. Walter,” she said, turning to her butler, “I want as much of our resources used to try to locate this Millennium she warned us about. I need to know as much of our enemy as we can!”

“I will get to it immedietly, Sir Integra,” the old butler replied, bowing before leaving the room.

“What about us, mon commander?” Pip asked, curious. “What are we to do until then?”

Sir Integra carefully eyed the leader of the Wild Geese and replied, “For the moment, not much. Continue drilling your men until you are certain about their performance.”

“Zat I shall, mon commander,” answered Pip, saluting before exiting.

“And as for myself,” the Hellsing leader added, “I should retire for the evening as well. Mr. Hedgley, I am certain you can find your way out?”

“Of course,” Kenneth said, picking up the scotch bottle. “Mind if I take this with me?”

“Go right ahead. Until the morning.” Sir Integra then stretched and headed for her room.

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It had only taken a few minutes for Kenneth to traverse the path to the bungalow Sir Integra had set aside for him. Exhausted from the stress over his daughter, he searched the bar that was there for a clean shot glass. Then as an afterthought, he got another glass, then set himself down, opened the scotch and poured himself a glass.

“You know that it’s dangerous to be drinking by yourself, do you?” Alucard’s mocking voice said out of thin air. And almost immedietly, the person of the No-Life King made himself known, emerging from the shadows. “Of course, since you have a second glass, I suppose you might want to invite me for a drink, now do you Kenneth?”

Kenneth looked at the red-clad vampire, chuckling. “Just knowing your habits, that’s all, Vlad. Come, care to sit with me?”

“By all means,” Alucard answered as Kenneth poured a second glass.

For the better part of two minutes, neither of them spoke, instead taking sips of whisky in the darkness. “She saw him, you know that?” Kenneth finally said. “Somehow, I’m not certain about the why’s or what-for’s, that damned Major had survived!” He put his head on the table, sighing. “I never wanted Moria to even know that such a creature even existed – but now she does! Vlad, how can I explain to her about that monster’s motivations?”

“Try not to think too much of it, my friend,” replied Alucard, taking another sip. “Besides, you know that is only second on his sights.” Kenneth turned his head to the vampire, an eyebrow raising. “Of course you do…” he said, grinning madly, “he’s after me! Among the three of us that crushed his plans during the war, that insane little Major wants to destroy me most of all!”

“If I recall correctly, Vlad,” Kenneth put-in, “you and Walter did the majority of the damage to their labs in . I was just there to pick-up the stragglers that tried to get away.”

“But you did all so well,” Alucard crowed. “Even Walter had to admit that you were as adept in fang and claw as he was with his wires!” Then a somber look came over his face, “But then again, you were having… issues at the time and needed some way to vent it out.”

“We arrived too late to save the Jews that were fighting for their lives in the Warsaw Ghetto,” Kenneth said sadly. “All they wanted to do is live… and the damned Nazis executed them behind their backs!” He poured another shot and slugged it down. “I had to make them pay for that!”

“I would be careful not to drink too much of that stuff if I were you,” replied the vampire, a note of concern in his voice. “I hate to think what your daughter would think of you if you were hung over in the morning.”

“Thank you for your concern, Vlad,” Kenneth grumbled as he sealed the bottle, “but even I know my limits.” Setting the bottle on the bar, he stretched and added, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I should be getting to bed now.”

“Then I will not be keeping you then,” said Alucard, disappearing as he stood. “Until tomorrow night.”

Kenneth just sighed as his old friend faded. Placing the glasses in the bar sink, he paused to watch the waning gibbous moon. “What are your plans, Major?” he growled in a low voice. “And why did you have to involve my daughter in your sick ideas?”

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Outside the mansion’s walls, Schrödinger, wearing civilian clothes and a cap to cover his ears, smirked as he glanced over the walls. “I hope I didn’t vorry you too much, Frauline Hedgley,” he giggled, “but I had to find out about this prophecy ability you seem to have! Don’t vorry… I von’t trouble you anymore!”

“Schrödinger!” Wincing, the catboy tried to slink away, only to be grabbed by the collar by the Doctor, who had an irate look on his face. “Vhat in the vorld vere you doing in that girl’s mind?” he growled. “You could have ruined everything ve’ve been working for!”

“Calm down, Heir Doktor,” another voice – the Major’s – said. “I had authorized Schrödinger’s intrusion into da maid’s mind. I had to know vhat she vas capable of, and frankly, I’m satisfied vith da results.”

“But Major,” the Doctor interjected, “ve are currently at da final stages of our plans. Vhat if your curiosity about Hellsing’s preparations jeopardize it all?”

“Don’t let that concern you, Heir Doktor… they still don’t know anything, if da information from our hidden ally is of any indication,” the Major corrected, who was then distracted by his cell phone vibrating. Quickly switching it on, he took the call. “Ja, vhat is it?” His eyebrows peaked, “Really? I did not know that they vould move so soon. Very vell, keep me notified about any further activities from them.” He then switched off the phone.

Curious, the Doctor looked at his commander and patron. “Some news, I venture?” he asked.

The Major nodded. “Indeed. That vas from our contact in It seems that activities in and around Iscariot are picking up at a surprising pace. It vould not surprise me if those Catholic fools got involved as vell.”

“Like you expected and planned, Heir Major,” Schrödinger smirked. “So… vhat are you going to do now?”

The Major then turned his attention to the catboy. “Schrödinger, return to headquarters and tell Zorin and Alhambrato make da final preparations. However, da vord to begin vill be mine… and mine alone.”

“I vill be vaiting for you vord, Heir Major!” the catboy replied, taking off immedietly.

“De Colonel vill not be happy about your decision,” the Doctor advised after seeing Schrödinger leave.

“Oh who cares about that old fuddy-duddy!” the pudgy blonde dismissed. “You know – I vas thinking about doing a little… house cleaning vithin da organization after ve return.” Seeing the Captain, who was dressed in civilian clothing as well, the Major walked besides his silent bodyguard.

“Come to think of it,” the semi-mad scientist expounded, deeply thinking, “da current leadership of Millennium is, in my opinion, a little long in the tooth, and is vay too conservative to share your ‘grand vision’. Perhaps a change in the guard is da best option for vhat ve have. I believe, Major, that you are da best choice for leading us.”

“I’m glad you agree, Herr Doktor,” the Major replied. “I like to see da look in da Colonel’s face vhen he finds out he’s about to be… er, retired. But right now, I’m feeling like a tourist, so how about ve take in da sights!”

The Doctor walked besides him, asking, “Are you sure it’s vise?”

“Of course!” the Major gleefully said. “I vant to have my fill of this vonderfull city…”, then in a low, sinister hiss, “before ve burn it down!”

SUB-BASEMENT LEVEL, RALLY, SERAS AND MORIA’S QUARTERS…

The two vampires could only look sadly at their companion, who was sullenly brushing her hair after getting undressed. “And it all started as a nice night,” Seras began, all three of them dressed in robes, “then that damned vision happened.”

“Some birthday this turned out to be,” Rally further grumbled. “I’ve saw what that Ratzi catboy looked like through her mind, and if Moria isn’t able to destroy him, I will!”

Seras nodded, then looked back at Moria. “She only smiled once all through this episode,” she told her childe. “I just want to see a happy smile from that beautiful face of hers! She deserves to be happy tonight!”

“I know you two are talking about me,” Moria finally said, not turning around. Surprised, the two vampires turned around. “I wouldn’t blame you. This night hasn’t been the most pleasant of them.”

“Moria,” Rally began, “we only want what’s best for you.”

“Yes,” the Draculina added. “Me and Rally love you very much.”

“Of course I know, Seras,” the brunette replied, standing up but not turning around. Then quite suddenly, she undid the belt on her robe and allowed it to drop to the stone floor. Totally nude, she finally faced her lovers, a single tear in her eyes as she crossed the distance between them.

“Moria… what are you…?” Rally began, but Moria gently shushed her as the maid undid the belts on both hers and Seras’ robes, undressing them the same.

“I don’t want to hear anything right now,” Moria said tenderly. “My heart right now is heavy with this burden I have right now. Rally… Seras… all I want for you to do… is to help me lift it. Please… all I want to feel… is your love!” She then leaned over and passionately kissed Rally. She then parted and did the same to Seras.

No more words were needed to be said as the two vampires led their love to the coffin/bed they all shared, Rally and Seras gently laying Moria down. Over the next three hours, the three passionately made love, Moria losing count of the many orgasms she and her lovers experienced. Each time Moria came, it seemed as if another weight had been lifted from her heart, and that same feeling when she brought the women she loved to climax.

It was a few minutes before sunrise. Rally was behind Moria, fondling her large breasts, while Seras was plunging her fingers into the maid’s wet womanhood. Moria was moaning continually, her head thrashing to-and-fro as she felt the next orgasm building. “Rally… Seras…” she gasped, “please….uh… when I come… take my…AH… blood… please!”

“Are you certain, Moria dear,” Seras purred, her hand still pumping into Moria.

“Oh yes, nourish yourselves upon me!” pleaded Moria. “Take my essence as part of yours! When you do, it’ll send me over the edge of ecstasy!”

“As you wish… my lovely,” replied Rally in a sultry voice, nuzzling Moria’s neck.

So for the next two minutes, the vampires intensified their efforts, Rally steadily kneading Moria’s breasts, occasionally pinching the hardened nipples, while Seras continued to pump away, sometime with her entire hand disappearing inside Moria. At the same, Moria began to fight against their efforts, hoping to extend the sweet agony she was in right at this moment. Hoping to further delay climax, she transformed into her lowest form, eyes changing from green to blue-white, with fangs extending in her mouth – which her moans and grunts became frequent, almost non-stop. Finally, she reached the tipping point. Rally, sensing the onset of Moria’s orgasm, quickly bit into her neck, while Seras chose the inside of Moria’s left breast.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!! AH-AH-AH-AH-AHHHHHHHHHH!” Moria began to thrash about, but the vampires held her firm, continuing to drink her blood. Finally, Seras finished, licking the wound as she did. But Rally continued to drink, the loss of blood causing the maid to go limp in her arms. As soon as she was satisfied that Moria was asleep, the dusky vampire stopped feeding, sealing the wound as well. Gently, Rally then laid Moria down – and noticed that the young werewolf has a satiated smile on her face.

Seras noticed as well, smiling as well. “Well, I guess we were able to take the sting out of tonight,” the Draculina said, licking Moria’s secretions from her hand. Rally nodded, although Seras noticed that the dusky vampire had a look of concern on her face. “What’s wrong, Rally?” she asked.

“I’m not really certain, Master,” Rally answered as she and Seras positioned themselves between Moria. “She seemed so vulnerable tonight… after that vision she had.”

“I understand. You wish to protect her,” Seras mused, seeing her childe nod. “So do I, but you have to understand that Moria’s no longer the china doll we thought she was. She’s powerful now, almost as much as us vampires. I’m confident she can look after herself, should something happen.”

“I hope so, Master. I hope so.” Taking up the covers, both vampires moved themselves closer to Moria, with Seras activating the lid. Gradually, as the sun began to break over the horizon, they found themselves deep asleep as the cover closed on top of them.

SIR INTEGRA’S OFFICE, LATER THAT DAY…

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THEY ARE!?!” Sir Integra bellowed over the phone, her face red with rage.

“Please, stop yelling!” the hapless lab tech pleaded on the other end. “What I mean is the chemical composition of the pills you submitted do not match anything on our pharmacopeial database! This might be some sort of new drug that we don’t know about!”

“UNEXCEPTIBLE!!!” Sir Integra angrily countered. “THERE HAS TO BE SOME RECORD ON THOS PILLS, YOU ARE JUST NOT TRYING HARD ENOUGH!!! GO BACK AND TRY AGAIN, THE SAFETY OF THIS COUNTRY MAY DEPEND ON IT!!! She then slammed the receiver down into its cradle. For the better part of two minutes, the Hellsing leader sat in her chair, trying to center herself before deciding to get-up and leave the office.

Her exit startled Kenneth, who was standing outside the office doors. “Are you alright, Sir Integra?” he asked. “You were yelling so loud I was afraid you might throw something if I knocked.”

Sir Integra then looked at the 400 year-old man, sighed and said, “My apologies, Kenneth. It was just that… those idiots operating the forensics lab we sent the pills Rally found on that FREAK we destroyed at Silverstone. They gave me a report saying the composition never matched anything on their databases.”

“Try not to be too hard on them, Sir Integra,” the man offered. “There are, after all, hundreds of new designer drugs being released on the black market weekly. It would be natural that they found something that they never saw before.”

Briefly, Sir Integra removed her glasses, rubbing her eyes before replacing them. “You might be right. I guess I was a bit hard of those lads.” She paused for a bit. “Another renegade chemist, trying to outdo Goldie Muso. Dreadful.”

“Goldie Muso?” Kenneth looked confused.

“A drug lord from the area,” Sir Integra offered. “Her damned Kerasine was the scourge of that place. And her twisted obsession with Rally made her my friend’s ultimate enemy.”

Kenneth made the connection. “Ah yes,” he said as he and Sir Integra walked down the corridor. “I heard that after she died, the price for the remaining stock went through the roof. Many of the dealers were so desperate to profit from the stuff, they took too many chances and ended up with the law on their behinds. Now the drug is virtually non-existent.”

“It was a small favor for society that Rally killed her. Unfortunately,” Sir Integra observed, “as history has proven time-after-time, there will always be someone willing to fill-in the vacuum left by someone of Goldie’s stature.”

The two had made it to the landing downstairs when they were met by Walter, who was ascending. “Oh pardon me, Sir Integra,” he began, “am I interrupting something?”

“Not at all, Walter,” Sir Integra replied. “Myself and Kenneth were just talking absently.”

“Then I hate to spoil a pleasant conversation,” the butler added, producing an envelope, “but we had received a rather interesting letter in the post this afternoon.”

“Really? Let me see it.” Quickly, Walter handed Sir Integra the letter – which caused her to scowl harshly!

“Is there anything wrong?” Kenneth asked, noticing Sir Integra’s change of mood. Quickly, he looked at the envelope – and his face fell. “My god!” he whispered.

The envelope bore the red wax seal of Section XIII, Iscariot Organization! The name on the return address – Father Enrico Maxwell!

TO BE CONTINUED… IN ‘NIGHT ANGELS: THE MILLENNIUM WAR’!

9/11/01
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