Hellsing Fan Fiction / Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction ❯ Night Angels: The Millennium War ❯ Pt. 2: Distant Rumblings ( Chapter 2 )

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Night Angels: The Millennium War, Pt. 2 – “Distant Rumblings”
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats fanfiction
By Elwin Blaine Coldiron – bigkwell@gmail.com, bigkwell@hotmail.com, and bigkwell@netscape.com

“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and Geneon Entertainment and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre Company. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Sentai Filmworks. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.

FROM PART 1…

Nesting his hands under his chin, Maxwell eyed the two carefully. “It has come to our attention that your organization as been trying to find information about a particular group – Millennium, if I recall correctly.”

“I am not too surprised you found that out, since Father Anderson was on Roanapur after Natasha Radinov warned Rally about them during our mission there,” Sir Integra replied. “So what you are implying is that you have information we do not have?”

“It all depends, Sir Integra… on how willing you are to find out?” Maxwell asked, grinning. “My question to you is… do you wish to know what we know… about Millennium?”

AND NOW… PART 2…

“Father Maxwell,” Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing firmly began, “if you have any information that is relevant to our situation, produce it now, without all the pretensions!” Herself and the vampire Irene ‘Rally’ Vincent sat across the table from Section XIII leader Father Enrico Maxwell, with Heinkel Wolfe standing nearby. The subject – any information the leader of the Catholic exorcist organization had in regards to the mysterious organization Millennium.

“Oh by all means, Sir Integra,” Maxwell replied pleasantly. He then brought-up to the table the briefcase that Father Renaldo had previously held. However, he didn’t seem at all in a hurry to open it. Rather, he appeared to be taking his sweet time at the task.

‘This guy’s pissing me off!’ Rally thought irritably to herself, her gloved left fist clenching upon seeing Maxwell’s dawdling. But a reassuring pat on that hand by Sir Integra put her at ease. Rally then had to force herself to remember that Alucard and Father Alexander Anderson might still be about, so she held her ground. But she glanced at Heinkel, who appeared to be smirking at her.

Finally, the latches of the briefcase opened, but Maxwell paused a bit before opening the case. And even when he did, he took his time going through the contents. Finally, he produced a bound file, exclaiming, “Sir Integra, Miss Vincent… I give you… the secrets of Millennium!”

Both Sir Integra and Rally looked agape at the file. It looked very old, written in German with the Nazi Eagle boldly emblazoned on the cover. Almost immedietly, the Hellsing leader grabbed up the file and began going over the contents. “Sir Integra,” Rally asked, mindful of using her friend’s title in front of the Iscariots, “are you sure you can read it?”

“Moria Hedgley is not the only one who knows German, Rally,” Sir Integra replied quietly. “So Father Maxwell, these are the details of the operation?”

“Indeed,” Maxwell agreed. “Over half a century ago, as the fortunes of the Third Reich began to turn against them, and Berlin was feeling the encroachment of the Soviet Red Army from the east, a plan was formulated for the evacuation of many key officers, with the intention of escaping the righteous wrath of the encroaching Allied forces. However,” he added, “they had to do this gradually, as not to look of being traitors. Many of these officers and officials were evacuated to South America, where they were settled within enclaves of individuals who were sympathetic to the Nazi cause.”

“Doesn’t seem too unusual to me,” Rally sighed. “Stories about Nazi officers living in South America have been circulating about for many years. My father, in-between trying to find my mother’s killer, often went there looking for them, when he had the time to do so.”

“Agreed,” Sir Integra added. “This is nothing new.”

“Oh, but there is more, Sir Integra!” Maxwell put in. “Millennium wasn’t only the plan to evacuate these officers – but also the name of a secret organization within the Nazi SS, started upon the orders of the Führer himself – an organization dedicated to producing vampires for the Nazi cause! During the evacuation, one particular group of troops and officers managed to escape with a large quantity of scientific equipment, as well as a huge amount of gold stolen from Jewish families, either from family heirlooms – or from the fillings in their teeth after they were killed in the death camps!”

As Sir Integra continued to peruse through the file, a shocking notion came over her – and by the way Maxwell was relaxed, a look of incredulity came over her face! “I can see from the look on your face,” he began, smiling, “you’ve finally figured it out! Of course you have – it was the Vatican that supplied the transportation of these maggots out of Europe!”

“YOU BASTARD!!” Rally shouted angrily, bolting out of her chair, but mindful not to advance. Heinkel took a defensive stance but did nothing. “YOU MEAN TO SAY THAT THE CATHOLIC CHURCH ACTUALLY HELPED THESE NAZIS TO ESCAPE!?!”

Maxwell looked more annoyed that frightened by Rally’s outburst. “Sir Integra,” he grumbled, “I would thank you if you can keep that pet vampire of yours on a short leash!”

Now it was Sir Integra’s turn to lose her temper. “RALLY VINCENT IT NOT A PET, FATHER MAXWELL,” he bellowed angrily, “AND I WOULD THANK YOU TO REMEMBER THAT IN THE FUTURE!!!”

“You really expect me to believe that she works for you willingly?” Maxwell scoffed, looking distastefully at Rally. “Don’t be ridiculous! We all know that vampires are less that human and are only deserving to being treated as little more that dumb animals!”

Rally glared angrily at Maxwell, a lupine snarl escaping her throat. “Rally,” Sir Integra said firmly, “please control your temper! He is only insulting you just for that reaction, and you would only justify his stance by attacking him!”

It took a few seconds for the dusky vampire to calm herself. “In other words, ‘sticks and stones’, right Sir Integra?” she muttered. The Hellsing leader nodded. “Fine by me,” Rally grumbled, settling herself down but still giving Maxwell a sour look. “But I don’t like it!”

Satisfied about her friend’s behavior, Sir Integra returned her attention to Maxwell. “Well then,” she began, scowling at Maxwell, “now that the mutual exchange of insults is finished, I would like to return to the business at hand – namely about the Vatican’s aid to this… Millennium!”

“Y-you have to understand, Sir Integra,” Maxwell said, a little uncomfortable of the Hellsing leader’s angry glare, “the Vatican officially had no knowledge that this ‘Millennium group’ was even part of the Nazi evacuees from Europe, otherwise Iscariot would’ve put a stop to it immedietly!” He briefly rubbed his face before continuing. “His Holiness is extremely troubled and embarrassed about how such a serious gaffe like this had been committed on the watch of one of his predecessors and dearly wants the whole thing to be resolved as soon as possible!”

“I would agree with the Pope on this!” Sir Integra added. “If this incident were to get-out to the general public, it would caused a massive scandal that the Catholic Church could not contain and could ill afford to deal with… as much as I would like to see happen, but I would like to avoid the chaos to the world it would cause. But why involve Hellsing in the Vatican’s problems?” she asked. “If they caused the problem, should not Iscariot solve it?”

“I think you’ll change your stance on the matter once you see this.” Maxwell then produced a pair of photographs from the briefcase. “These are two pictures of what Iscariot believes is the leader of the Millennium Organization. He is believed to have been a minor officer within the SS, even though he was referred to as ‘the Major’, also known as ‘Montana Max’. However, he had gained an unsavory reputation for his love of sadistic cruelty and violence that had made him greatly feared, not only from the German Wehrmacht, Luftwaffe, Kriegsmarine, and the Gestapo… but his own fellows within the SS as well!”

Both Sir Integra and Rally looked at the photographs – and a look of shock came over Rally’s face. ‘Integra’ she mentally told her friend, ‘that guy in the photograph… I think he’s the same guy from Moria’s vision!’ Then she looked at the other photograph. ‘I don’t get it! This second picture looks more recent – and the guy hasn’t aged a bit! That doesn’t make sense!’

‘I agree, Rally,’ Sir Integra replied mentally. ‘However, look closer at the more recent photograph!’ She pointed to one of two individuals who were talking to the SS officer in question – one who had dusky skin, black clothing and facial piercings. ‘I recognize that vile face anywhere… it is of Jan Valentine, one of the Valentine Brothers that attacked the Hellsing Organization, killed my men and made some of them into ghouls! I still have bitter memories about putting those changed men down!’ Handing the pictures back to Maxwell, the Hellsing leader said, “Apparently you have made your point, Father Maxwell! If you need the Hellsing Organization’s help in resolving this matter – you have it!”

“Now wait a minute, Sir Integra!” Rally interjected. “I still like to know why these Iscariot jokers asked me to come along!” She eyed Maxwell suspiciously and said, “Somehow I have the feeling it’s not for the purpose of insulting me! You have something that I might be interested in!”

“How perceptive you are, Miss Vincent!” Maxwell jovially replied. Reaching into the briefcase one more time, he produced another photograph. “It has something to do with these!” The picture was of several white pills with no distinctive markings.

“Sir Integra!” Rally gasped. “Those look like the pills we took off that FREAK we destroyed at Silverstone!”

“Oh! So you’ve had an encounter with those pills as well?” Maxwell exclaimed, genuinely surprised.

“It was from a recent mission we had, Father Maxwell,” Sir Integra explained. “The FREAK in question had these on his person and the one survivor of the attack described him as popping them like so much candy.”

“I see,” Maxwell mused thoughtfully. “I supposed you’ve had the pills you’ve seized analyzed, am I correct, Sir Integra?”

“You are correct. However, the results we had gotten back from our forensics laboratories were inconclusive. The pills have not matched anything on England’s pharmacopeial database.”

“Mmm… just as I have expected from a Protestant laboratory,” smirked Maxwell.

“I suppose you can do better?” Rally said, her voice reeking with annoyance.

Maxwell just sighed. “I realize that Hellsing doesn’t have the facilities for a through investigation and must rely on outside sources,” he began. “Iscariot, on the other hand, has a battery of in-house facilities whenever dealing with threats to the Catholic Church, and used those in the investigation of these pills.”

“And your results?” Sir Integra asked.

Once again, Maxwell sighed and straightened himself in his chair. “Well… at first we had the same results as you did – there seemed to have been no record of this drug listed anywhere in our databases. Then – one might call this ‘divine intervention’, but a notion suddenly came to us: suppose this substance wasn’t a new drug, but merely a reformuatation of an existing drug with an entirely different delivery system than first discovered – like, supposed to say, oral rather than interveinious?”

“What are you talking about?” implored Sir Integra.

“What I’m talking about is that we in Iscariot decided to search all our other databases on existing drugs with different delivery systems to this one,” Maxwell added. “When that didn’t work, we expanded our search to other databases, mainly of law-enforcement organizations around the world – and there we found it, within the database of the narcotics division of the Chicago Police Department!”

That caught Rally’s attention, as well as Sir Integra’s. “If you want to know, I’ll tell you!” Maxwell said, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “The drug that had confounded both our organizations is chemically identical to the synthetic narcotic Kerasine, a.k.a. Powerball!”

“WHAAATT!?!” Rally gasped, shocked.

“IMPOSSIBLE!!” exclaimed Sir Integra, in an equal state of shock. “THE FORMULA FOR KERASINE HAD DIED ALONG WITH ITS CREATOR, GOLDIE MUSO!!”

“N-now hold on, Sir Integra,” the dusky vampire called out, holding up her hand, “that might not be so!”

Sir Integra was incredulous. “What are you talking about, Rally?” she asked.

Rally squared her shoulders as she began her tale. “It was while I was draining Goldie’s blood when I discovered it – it was a memory of hers selling the formula of Kerasine to another party.” However, she made a mental message to Sir Integra, ‘The person Goldie sold it to was also part of Moria’s vision – a guy that looked like a mad scientist!’ But aloud, she continued, “It seemed, from what I’ve gathered, this third party had heard of Kerasine and paid Goldie a sizable fee for it. Unfortunately for Goldie, I found out from May later on that the Swiss bank account that bitch set-up got hacked into and the cash drained. We never found out who did it.”

“Then I will tell you,” Maxwell offered. “We of Iscariot had dispatched Agents Wolfe and Yumie to Geneva and found the identity of the banker the dubious Miss Muso hired and forced him to withdraw the funds to an account for the treatment of drug addictions.” He took-in the surprised looks of both Rally and Sir Integra. “Call it Miss Muso’s payment for… deceiving Iscariot for her own benefit.”

“Whatever your motivations at the time,” Sir Integra, “it is appreciated, but we need to confirm your findings with our people.” She then handed back the materials to Maxwell, but the Iscariot leader waived her off.

“There’s no need to return the materials, Sir Integra,” Maxwell explained, pushing the briefcase towards her. “We already have adequate copies for our own use, so keep this with our compliments. In the meantime,” he added, “we will investigate why this… ‘Millennium group’ was allowed to emigrate to South America in the first place.”

“I trust you will find a resolution to this problem, Father Maxwell?” added Sir Integra suspiciously.

“Indeed. In the meantime, if you happen to find any additional information, it would please me if you’ll… share it with us,” the priest said.

Sir Integra looked Maxwell in the eye as she got out of her seat, but saw no sign of duplicity in his mannerisms. “That I shall,” she said. “Until the next time we meet… which hopefully will be a very long time!”

Rally got up as well and began to follow her friend out. But she paused briefly, turned around and looked at Maxwell. “Father Maxwell?” she asked.

Maxwell looked-up, curious. “Hmm?”

“When I first saw you,” Rally began, “I had my doubts. But now, after talking with you, I found I was right… there was a snake in the Garden of Eden – and you were the one!” She then walked away, laughing at her own joke.

Maxwell angrily gripped the edge of the table as he glared at the gradually-exiting Rally, the fury in his face telling. “Disgusting creature,” Heinkel whispered, the Austrian walking next to him. “Imagine her – a monster from Hell itself, calling you the Devil!”

It took the better part of five seconds afterward for the Iscariot leader to calm down. “Let’s think nothing of it. Find the others and let’s return to Rome.” They then made their way out of the café from another exit.

XXX

Sir Integra was lightly chuckling to herself after overhearing Rally’s insult towards Maxwell. “Well played, Rally!” she finally said. “I could imagine actually hearing that pig’s blood pressure rising upon hearing that!”

“Served him right, with that ‘pet’ crack he made towards me,” Rally snickered. Then the both of them sobered up as they paused near the café exit. “But still, I hate to think what Moria would react when she sees those pictures of that Major guy.”

“Not to mention how Goldie Muso was contacted about the Kerasine formula,” Sir Integra replied, then sighed as she added, “It is a shame you had to kill her, Rally. If we had gotten ahold of her, the interrogation about her motivations might be enlightening.”

Rally thought for a moment. “You know, Integra,” she finally said, “maybe we can interrogate her… or at least I can!”

“I do not follow, Rally,” the Hellsing leader said, mystified.

“Don’t forget, I happen to have Goldie’s soul within me,” replied Rally. “I can go into myself when I go to sleep for the day, corner her and demand the information personally.”

“Will she co-operate?” Sir Integra asked.

Rally smiled. “She has no choice. I own Goldie, she has to give me the information – or I’ll fuck her up big time… pardon my language.”

“No offense taken, Rally. We better head home. Seras and Moria should be finished with guiding that tour group by now.” Taking note, both women strode out of the café – unaware that another pair of eyes was watching them.

XXX

“It vould seem to me that Hellsing and Iscariot are gradually fitting da pieces together, Herr Major,” the Doctor said with concern, his form concealed in the shadows of a sheltered alcove of the café as he observed the two.

“Oh who cares vhat they think!” the Major dismissed, seated at a table, with the Captain, still in civilian garb, standing silently behind his leader. “They still don’t know anything about vhat’s going on!”

Curious, the Doctor glanced over at his leader, who seemed unconcerned about the turn of events. “From vhat I see, you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

“Enjoying myself isn’t the vord for it, Herr Doktor,” the Major exclaimed. “I am ecstatic, absolutly giddy with vhat lies ahead for them! They have no inkling about the hideous, bloody struggle that they are about to face!”

An absolutely evil smile then graced the Major’s lips. “Yes… soon everything ve have vorked for in the past half-century vill be unleashed for the vorld to vitness!”

HELLSING MANOR, LATER THAT NIGHT…

“Moria… are you certain you wish to do this?” Kenneth Hedgley asked his daughter. His daughter, Moria Hedgley, was seated on a sofa, still dressed in her tour guide’s uniform. Seras Victoria was there as well, but she already changed into her Hellsing uniform. Also there was Rally, Sir Integra, Alucard, Walter C. Dolnez, and Pip Bernadotte, all there to offer support.

“Moria, you do not have to do this if you do not wish to,” Sir Integra offered.

Moria looked at her employer, looking anxious, yet determined. “No, Sir Integra… I HAVE to do this! I have to know that the images of my vision are true or not! So I ask of you… show me the pictures!”

“Very well.” Sir Integra then presented the pictures in a folder in front of the maid. Upon picking it up, as soon as Moria’s eyes saw the contents, they widened in horror, followed by twin streams of tears leaking from them, but no sobbing.

After a few concerned seconds from the onlookers, Moria finally announced in a low voice, “It’s… it’s him! That’s the monster I saw in my vision!” Very quickly, Seras and Rally, who were standing behind Moria, embraced the girl from behind. “Oh dearest god… my vision is coming true!”

“Moria,” Seras pleaded, “don’t say that!”

“Yeah, just calm down, Moria!” Rally added, kissing her on the cheek. “Besides, if that Nazi bastard does decide to start shit here, we’ll kick his can back into whatever dank hole he and his group was hiding in!”

“Indeed, Rally Vincent!” the No-Life King declared with certainty in his voice. “Take heart, Moria Hedgley,” Alucard said, the tone of his words more assuring than usual, “myself, Walter and your father had dealt the Major’s organization a mortal blow before! And with you, the Police Girl and Miss Vincent added, I believe we can do more that shut it down… we will DESTROY them!”

Kenneth walked over to his daughter and bent down, Rally and Seras moving off as he placed his arms on his daughter’s shoulders. “I would listen to Vlad’s words if I were you, Moria dearest. Walter, myself and him were a formidable trio during the war, and looking at your lady loves here, I’m certain the three of you would be MORE than we were.”

“All the same,” Sir Integra said, “we had best prepare a pre-emptive strike so that hopefully Moria’s visions will not come to pass.” She then looked at Walter, who had a folder in his hands. “That is the results from the forensics lab, am I right?” she asked.

“Indeed,” the old butler said. “Upon your urging, we asked the lab to make comparisons with the Chicago Police’s narcotics department.” He handed the folder to Sir Integra and added, “Their findings confirmed Iscariot’s results, unfortunately. The pills are indeed a new formulation of Kerasine.”

“Anything more, Walter?” implored Sir Integra.

“Why yes. We were able to trace the location of the manufacturer of these illicit pharmaceuticals to a small laboratory on the outskirts of Rio de Janerio in Brazil.” Walter paused for a bit before adding, “Technically, though, Brazil, as a Catholic country, falls under the jurisdiction of Iscariot. We may have to inform Father Maxwell if we intend to take action there.”

“Understood.” Sir Integra then looked over to Moria and added, “Since you had to work during the daytime, I will give you the next day off. But I would appreciate your input the next night for planning the raid.”

“Thank you, Sir Integra,” the maid said, getting up.

Rally and Seras also got-up, but the dusky vampire hesitated when she heard, “Rally, could you stay for a bit?”

“Sure thing, Integra,” Rally replied. Turning to her two lovers, she added, “I’ll be down as soon as I can. No use for you to wait for me.”

“Of course, Rally,” the Draculina said. “Come along, Moria. I think it’s time we decided to… a-hem… try your suggestion from this afternoon.”

Moria, however, looked a little unsure. “But Rally will be down as soon as she finishes her talk with Sir Integra. Are you sure it’s wise?”

Seras just shrugged. “Who knows?” she said. “Maybe Rally might feel… inclined to join in.” Still, Moria was a little nervous.

XXX

Oblivious to the two’s discussion, Rally joined Sir Integra into her office. When she arrived, she was surprised to see her friend touch a secret panel, which afterward one of the wall panels retreated, revealing a coffin hidden behind it. “It was Alucard’s suggestion, should he find himself or Seras up and about around dawntime,” she explained. “I want you to use this when you go to interrogate Goldie Muso.”

“Obviously you don’t want to wait for results, if you’re showing this to me, Integra,” Rally said.

“Agreed,” the Hellsing leader said. “However, since there is still time before the sun rises, I suggest you take some time alone or with Seras and Moria.”

Already Rally was thinking about how she was going to use the time given to her. “If you say so,” she said.

“Very good. Now if you will excuse me,” Sir Integra said, stretching, “I should get myself to bed. Until sunset, I will be seeing you.” She then departed the office.

Rally paused, however, looking at the coffin in the hidden alcove. Sighing, she touched the switch, deciding to join her loves.

XXX

Walter was quiet for a while, looking into the night sky as he waited for the company he expected to show-up. The look on the aged butler’s face was neutral, but he seemed to be concerned about a matter that was weighing heavy on his mind.

After two minutes of this waiting, Kenneth showed himself, followed by Alucard. “You seem a bit perturbed, old friend,” Kenneth began, noticing Walter’s mood.

Walter paused for a bit. “I assume the both of you knows what is to transpire next?” he finally said.

“Yess!” Alucard hissed, grinning. “Don’t forget, we were there when Moria had seen the pictures.”

Kenneth, however, did not grin. “I’m afraid so, Walter,” he said.

“The Nazis again,” Walter sighed, shaking his head. “It is inconceivable… but now over half a century later, they have showed-up again!”

“Somehow, I don’t find that surprising, Walter,” Kenneth put in. “They seem to this ability to show-up whenever least expected… or desired!”

Alucard, however, didn’t seem too surprised. “Is it that surprising, my friends?” he said. “I had a feeling those bastards might be involved!”

“Really, Vlad?” Kenneth, said, surprised at his long-time friend’s nonchalance.

“It’s true, Kenneth… and you too, Walter,” the No-Life King elaborated. “This whole mess seems too familiar!”

“Oh?” Walter asked, curious. “And why is that?”

“You’re asking me that?” Alucard implored. “You two are asking that after what the three of us have been through? There is not a lot of people in this world who are willing to enlist the legions of the undead to do their dirty work!” He then put-up his fingers to emphasize his words. “First, there’s Hellsing… and then the Nazis… and then there’s ME! We assumed Millennium’s research facilities in Warsaw was destroyed as the Red Army was storming the city! Between the three of us, we’ve killed every Nazi we encountered!”

Kenneth nodded. “That I agree with, Vlad,” he said.

Even Walter had to agree. “Yes, we did,” he said. “I must admit, it has been a long time.”

“Growing old must be so awful, Walter,” Alucard smirked.

“Now don’t go playing at Walter’s disadvantage, Vlad,” Kenneth cautioned, a bit of humor in his voice.

“Now do not worry about me, Kenneth,” Walter said, a smile on his face. “Alucard, you realize that is complete nonsense! Curmudgeonism is a traditional pleasure enjoyed by us John Bulls! Besides, compared to the two of you, I am still a teenager!”

Walter’s continence soon changed. “Alucard,” he said, “after Miss Vincent’s investigation of Miss Muso, we are sending you, Miss Victoria, Miss Vincent and Captain Bernadotte to South America!” He then squared his shoulders as he added, “We are not the sort of people used to backing down, especially after someone picks a fight with us!”

“That is a very British attitude, Walter!” Alucard smirks. “Perhaps some discression might serve you better!”

“I would have to agree with Walter, Vlad!” Kenneth added. “These Nazi bastards have cursed England with their FREAKs long enough! Enough with discression, I say it’s time for action!”

“I would agree wholeheartedly, Kenneth,” Walter smirked. “If something could be achieved easily, it probably is not worth it!”

XXX

Rally was walking the hallways in the sub-basement level, headed for the quarters she shared with Moria and Seras. “I still have plenty of time before sunrise,” she said to herself. “Maybe a little sex play with Master and Moria beforehand might be able to relax me before facing Goldie.” Finally reaching the door, she decided to walk through it rather than opening the door, figuring it was locked. “Sorry for taking so long,” she said, phasing out of her clothing as she entered, “so how about… ACK!!!”

Both Moria and Seras were nude and in their coffin/bed – but that was NOT what surprised Rally! The maid/werewolf was kneeling on the bed, tied with a length of hemp rope kimbaku-style, her wrists handcuffed behind her, blindfolded and with a ball gag in her mouth. “R-Rally!” the Draculina stuttered, a bit surprised. “Y-you came back a little sooner than expected!”

Rally, however, had a little trouble trying to form words for a few seconds before saying, “Master… what the hell is going on? What in the world is Moria doing in that get-up!?!”

Moria, upon hearing Rally’s words, began to speak to Seras, but because of the ball gag in her mouth, her words were garbled. “So you’re asking to take the gag off you, am I right, Moria?” she said. Moria violently shook her head in agreement. Quite quickly, the Draculina took-off the gag, which the maid/werewolf began to moisten her mouth.

“Rally, don’t blame Seras!” she pleaded, “This was my doing!”

“Huh!?!” Clearly, Rally was confused.

Still blindfolded, Moria bowed her head down, as if ashamed of what she was about to say. “I have been entertaining fantasies about being tied while being seduced,” she began. “Originally, it was only to be between myself and Seras, but she made mention of involving you as well. I hope you’re not disappointed with me.”

“Actually, no,” Rally had to admit as she knelt in front of Moria, “I just didn’t expect this in you!” She then moved her hand towards the maid’s crotch, “I guess this is a way to keep our love life interesting, so I had no problems with it.” But the minute Rally gently stroked Moria’s hairless womanhood, it caused the maid to yelp and quiver for five seconds, then collapsing forward into the dusky vampire’s arms.

“My god!” Rally examined her hand and found it soaked with Moria’s secretions. “Did… did you just come right now, Moria?”

Moria nodded, righting herself. “I… I must admit, I didn’t expect such results so soon! It felt wonderful!”

“I say.” Quite unexpectedly, Rally moved Moria into Seras’ arms. “Could you hold on to her, Master? I’ve got to do something right now.”

“Like what?” asked the Draculina as she massaged Moria’s breasts.

Rally just smiled as she went to the nightstand and said, “What else – get my strap-on! I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be an interesting night!” Upon hearing this, Moria ecstatically moaned as she spread her legs in anticipation.

A FEW HOURS LATER, NEAR DAWN…

“Oh crap!” Rally said to herself as she ran upstairs. “Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea fucking Moria and Master for so long! I barely had time to shower and dress afterwards, and now it’s almost dawn!” Finally reaching the third floor landing, she quickly made her way to Sir Integra’s office. “I hope Integra hasn’t woken-up yet, because if she did, I’m in for a real ass-chewing from her!” Not bothering to open the door, she ran through it.

Although relieved at first for not seeing the Hellsing leader, she was annoyed to see Alucard standing there, a smirk on his face. Taking a breath to center herself, she walked past the No-Life King, hoping to start her task without having to talk to him.

No such luck. “I trust you, the Police Girl and Miss Hedgley had a good night?” Alucard drolled, his smirk still there.

“None of your business, Alucard!” Rally growled, touching the panel to the secret alcove.

Alucard was unphased by the dusky vampire’s remark. “I agree, it is none of my business,” he said, but added, “Moria Hedgley did have a rough few days, though. She’s fortunate to have someone like you to soothe it all.”

Genuinely surprised, Rally turned to the red-clad vampire. “No kidding?”

“None whatsoever,” Alucard said. As the panel slid back revealing the coffin, he further added, “You have been a true asset to the Hellsing Organization, Rally Vincent… even though you can be a bit impulsive at times.” He then placed a hand on Rally’s right shoulder, “As well as a good friend.”

Rally just looked at Alucard for a minute. “Everything is happening too fast around here,” she said worriedly. “We still haven’t found the traitor within Hellsing, and now we might be facing a war with some Nazi vampires. Alucard, I’m more worried about Moria with all this happening! What if… what if she isn’t able to cope?”

“I’m certain she will,” Alucard said as he helped Rally into the coffin. “She’s more durable than she appears, Rally Vincent, but it’s a matter for later. Right now, you have to interrogate Goldie Muso if we’re to have enough information before setting out to South America.”

Rally had settled herself down when she heard the last part. Sitting up, she asked, “What do you mean by ‘we’, Alucard?”

“Worry about that later,” the No-Life King assured, gently pushing Rally back down. “Enjoy your sleep.”

Rally just yawned. “I guess,” was all she said as she closed her eyes, Alucard closing the lid.

TO BE CONTINUED…

9/11/01
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