Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Again...Master ❯ The Choice ( Chapter 2 )

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Again…Master

Chapter 2 - The Offer

 

The repair work to the Tower of London was coming along nicely, media outlets were busy reassuring the populace that the terrorist threat was over, and automobiles moved along in a never ending ebb and flow along city streets. But all of this information was lost on the single prisoner being held far underground in a tiny windowless cell.

 

The dim light inside the cell was provided by a single bulb. A well cooked meal lay untouched on a nearby table. A partially filled glass of wine grew warm in the dank prison. There was a chair and a small cot with a thin mattress, no other luxuries had been provided for the one who had risked everything to save the country from disaster.

 

The guards stationed outside the heavy iron door could smell the scent of a tiny cigar wafting through the underground cavern, but heard no sounds coming from inside the cell. No one had told them who they were guarding or even what crime had been committed. Their only job was to stand watch even though escape was impossible from the tower.

 

Inside the cell, the prisoner sat on the bunk, one foot propped on the bed, an arm resting on the drawn up knee. Long platinum hair was casually tossed back over one ear and a cigar was clamped loosely between a pair of lips. Icy blue eyes stared at the black wall. Wrists bound together by a slender cord. How was anyone supposed to remain standing tall when fate had brought them to this place? Betrayal and dissention had been the cause of her imprisonment. Revenge would be sweet when it arrived.

 

Red eyes watched the tableau silently from the shadows. Her slim form still attired in the masculine attire, wounds almost healed from her encounter with Incognito. She was made of steel, this fragile human woman, his master. Why did she suffer this outrage? Why did she not call to him and give him an order? How long would she remain passive under the guards' watch; especially now when her heart cried out for revenge?

 

Hours passed and still he silently watched with gleaming red eyes, waiting for his orders, drinking in the sight of her as she sat stoically in her tiny prison. Her food grew colder and the wine grew warmer and yet she still did not call to him. He listened to her thoughts as he watched her. She traced and re-traced her steps. She replayed bits and pieces of conversations over and over in her mind, attempting to discover if one of her associates had let a clue slip about any hidden motives. Where was Walter and was he alive? He heard her thoughts as if they had been spoken aloud.

 

The sun set and still he waited for her to call to him. He watched her rise briefly and stalk the narrow confines of her prison. Her movements reminded him of a sleek cat, graceful, yet dangerous if provoked. He remembered the last time he watched her from the shadows, her tawny body wrapped in a bath towel. That time had ended with her pressing a gun to his head and threatening to shoot him.

 

He smiled wolfishly at the thought. That was the first time he had taken liberties. After it was over, he almost expected to find himself bound and thrown into that dark little room below the basement of the Hellsing Manor. But time moved on and he was left to his own devices when he was not being used by the organization. He watched the master frequently waiting for another chance to seduce her with the power and the darkness of his blood. Integra would eventually fall; it was only a matter of time and as he listened to her thoughts it came to him that now might be the time for his own plan to come to fruition.

 

He watched her for days on end as she sat in the little prison. He knew Walter was alive and being held prisoner at another location. He also knew who was responsible for the downfall of the organization. Farguson had done everything in his power to the end to take the blame of the entire debacle. Most news agencies were reporting that the entire incident was the work of extremist soldiers that had slipped below the organization's radar.

 

The days turned into weeks and Integra languished with no word as to her innocence or guilt. She grew frustrated with the lack of information. Her mind replayed the events of the past year on a daily basis, but she could not fathom why she was held prisoner. Her thirst for revenge increased daily. She would not sit idly by and allow anyone to tarnish the Hellsing name.

 

Alucard silently kept watch over his master, ready to answer her summons if she desired her freedom and yet he loved how the enforced confinement was eating away at her rationale. He felt her desire for revenge grow and take on a life of its own. Soon she would be ready for what he offered. He had a feeling that this time she would walk into the darkness freely with him. He would gain his freedom and an entertaining companion in the process. He wondered if she would fight the desire for the blood of give in to the power and the pleasure it offered. He hoped it would be the latter. His master was strong and her thirst for revenge would probably translate into a desire for as much power as possible.

 

He thought about the last time he had held her in his arms, nuzzling her warm neck, lapping at the blood his teeth had brought to the surface. Her tawny body had been pressed tightly to his, wanting what he offered. If not for Walter that night, he would have turned her then. He felt a tightness in his lower body as he vividly remembered being caught up in the bloodlust of the moment. Sharp white teeth were revealed as he smiled at the memory. If all went well, he would experience it again very soon. That would be his ultimate revenge; to turn the granddaughter of the man who had imprisoned him so long ago.

 

He had longed for the day that he could walk freely again, taking his rest where he pleased, and finding his meals from other source than a cold plastic bag. He had enjoyed some of the time he had spent in the company of the Hellsing Family. They often provided some amusement for him by throwing into battle against lesser opponents. Not everyone deserved the gift of immortality. But, he could not ignore this chance to free himself from his human imposed shackles and gain a companion worthy to walk at his side. What fun they could have hunting the night together, stalking their prey from the shadows, drinking from unsuspecting victims, and from each other.

 

Day after day, he waited patiently for the darkness and confinement to take its toll on Integra's psyche. Her thoughts of revenge had clearly taken own a life of their own. It was time; time to offer her the chance to take her revenge and take a place at his side. He opened a dimensional hole in one wall and walked into the cell.

 

Another untouched meal was left on the table. His master sat in her usual position, one foot propped on the bed and one arm propped up on the raised knee. He took the glass of wine from the table and advanced until he stood before her. He stood silently before her waiting briefly for her to acknowledge his presence. “Integra, my master. Give me an order.” He grinned widely, allowing his sharp teeth to show in the dim light. He held the glass before her and snapped it in his grip. Wine poured between the fingers of his gloves for a few seconds before it gave way to his blood. “The choice is yours…”

 

Integra watched the blood flow briefly. She raised her tired icy blue eyes to his ruby red ones and smiled.

 

 

 

 

 

To Be Continued…….

 

 

Ok, now we all know that this is how the original anime ended; sort of like that story “The Lady or the Tiger” you had to read in 9th grade literature class. If another chapter follows, and it probably will, what will Integra choose? Will she accept? Will she refuse? The manga and the original anime are so different; no one really knows what will happen. I personally enjoyed the original anime yet the ending left me unsatisfied. What will she do? Stay tuned to find out!

 

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Love & Peace,

Blackhat (^_~)