Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Again...Master ❯ The Rationale ( Chapter 3 )

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Again…Master

Chapter 3 - The Rationale

 

 

Another minute, another row, another hour, another wall… Integra idly ticked off the time by counting the blocks that formed her cell. Where was Walter? It was supposed to be time for afternoon tea. He had mentioned having some superb Ceylon tea leaves, hadn't he? She shook her head; no, that was not quite right. That was two days ago or was it two weeks ago. She shrugged to herself. What did it matter? No one provided her with any information anyway.

 

She quickly rose from the narrow cot again, eyeing it distastefully for a few moments. Where were the maids? Didn't anyone work here? Why didn't Walter send them to freshen up her bed? No, wait. That wasn't right either. That was not her bed. She was in the dungeon of the Tower of London. How long had she been here?

 

Integra paced the confines of her narrow cell, boot heels ringing on the cold cobblestone floor, snapping her mind back to attention. It was becoming harder. Why was this taking so long? The Queen's personal envoy had told her to be strong, that the Queen had stood with her. Where was the Queen? Why hadn't the Queen given her freedom?

 

There was food here again. Didn't her jailers know that she wasn't interested in food right now? She was only interested in gaining her freedom and finding out who was responsible for this entire debacle. She quickly took a few small bites from the plate before shoving it aside. She tipped back the wine glass that had been filled for her. She glanced at the red liquid as she drank. Had wine always been this deep shade of red?

 

Quickly she set the glass down. Ruby eyes gazed at her from the liquid. She turned away quickly. Her mind was playing tricks on her again. It was the darkness and the solitude. It was not the first time those ruby orbs had stared at her since she had been here. Those eyes were disconcerting. The gaze offered freedom, passion, and more importantly, they offered power.

 

She turned away. It was just another trick of her imagination. The red eyes appeared in the deepest shadows of the cell. They appeared on the ceiling as she lay awake at night. They were on the floor as she paced. The eyes were everywhere. And if were not the eyes, it was his voice, calling to her in seductive tones, telling her to choose, to reach out and take the power that had always been hers for the asking. No wonder Lucy and Mina had fallen all those years ago. It was difficult to resist the seductive lure of his blood.

 

Her mind wandered away again in another direction. She ran through all those endless conversations again. She replayed all the meetings over and over again in her mind. What was she overlooking? What did someone say that should have been a clue as to what was about to transpire? Who was responsible for her imprisonment? There had to be someone at the Round Table Conference that had held some grudge. Maybe it was those bastards at MI - 5 who had set her up. Could it have been the police girl? No, it was silly of her to think of that one. The police girl was afraid of her own shadow. She would not even walk into the darkness freely, instead staying to serve her servant. Was that supposed to be right? Her servant had a servant? She shook her head again.

 

Maybe it was Maxwell of the Vatican. That was probably it. Those Catholic priests with the never ending desire to return England to the Papal fold. But no, that made no sense either. Why would a Protestant government lock her away at the Vatican's urging? No, that did not make sense either. She sat down heavily on the edge of the cot and buried her head in her hands. “Where did I go wrong father? What am I to do? No, you can't answer me can you? You have been dead for a long time.” Maybe she was going insane, talking to dead people and seeing things that were not really there.

 

She needed more power. She would avenge the Hellsing family name. She would wipe those fools from the face of the earth. Revenge would be hers in the end. She would find a way. There always had to be a way. She would personally search out and destroy those who had brought her to this end. She would not let Alucard destroy her enemies this time. She would send them to hell with her own hands.

 

 

“Your means of protection lies in the rooms below Hellsing basement. Use it when all hope seems lost.” A torrent of images flooded her mind. Cool lips brushing hers lightly, gloved fingers stroking her body, bringing it to life, sharp teeth barely penetrating the surface of the skin, lapping up her spilling blood. She gasped. Her body burned suddenly as if he were there. She could feel his hands stroking her breasts; she could feel his teeth at her throat. She moaned softly. The sensation vanished.

 

Integra hastily jumped up and gulped down some wine. It had been like this for weeks now. She could not fathom how many timed his hands burned her skin, how many times his teeth pierced her neck. Had she misunderstood her father's instructions all those years ago? He had said that the Hellsing Family's greatest creation lay in the forgotten rooms below the basement. She was supposed to be strong, stronger than all those around her, stronger than her enemies, stronger than her rivals, stronger than her combined staff. How could she carry out the mission without the power? She could command the one with power, but was good was it if the power was not hers? Was she not meant to wield the power? Had she not considered it before? Some stray synapse told her that her logic was beyond flawed; that there was no rationale to justify what she was contemplating.

 

Integra sat back down on the bunk again. She was tired. Propped up on one knee, she clamped her teeth down on a thin cigar. She waited. He would come. He always knew when she needed him the most. Perhaps he was the only one she had ever really needed. She wondered if it would hurt very much. What would it be like to see red eyes in a mirror instead of icy blue? Would she even be able to see herself in a mirror? What would it be like to give in to the passion she had always been denied. She frowned briefly. What would it be like to kill, to drink, to have limitless power? It did not matter she decided. She would have her revenge.

 

A chill ran down her spine. He was coming. Heavy boots came through a wall. The trailing edge of a red coat came into view. She did not trust herself to look up at him. His enticing voice echoed slightly in the small chamber. “Integra, my master. Give me an order.” He came to stand before her, snapping the wine glass in his grip. A sharp metallic smell filled the room. She watched as the thick crimson liquid flowed freely between his clenched fingers. It dripped slowly on the floor and made an ever growing pool. “The choice is yours.”

 

The blood beckoned her, called her, and drew her in with the promise of unlimited power just as it always had. She shrugged away a strong sense of disaster as she raised her tired eyes to his and grimly smiled.

 

 

 

To Be Continued…

 

 

Author's notes - See below

 

Now, here're where I am really going to start treading in no-man's land with this story and probably annoy those die hard fans who hate to see any character written OOC.

I can only assume that Integra was locked away for a period of time during the end of the original anime. I assume this because the on screen notes suggest that an investigation took place to discover the identity of the round table traitor. The notes also suggested that MI-5 was still looking for the Freak chip manufacturer. Taking into account that these investigations would have most likely been government lead, one can rest assured that they took weeks to complete.

 

Integra, being Integra, would have probably resented being held in an underground dungeon at the Tower of London. I can also hazard a guess that being kept in a tiny dark room with no source of outside light or entertainment would wreck havoc with a person's sanity. Integra is being held in a place that has a notorious history of prisoners entering and not leaving alive, hence the nickname the “Bloody Tower.”

 

So, will Integra leave “alive?”

 

Stay tuned for another installment of Again… Master coming to a computer screen near you.

 

Love & Peace,

 

Blackhat