Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Clipped Wings ❯ Succession ( Chapter 2 )
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By: FoxyBlueQuartz 
Waking up Integra finds that her manor has been taken over not by her uncle but by a powerful vampire in bloodlust. Thus their deadly game begins.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Supernatural / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.16.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 315 | Status: Work In Progress
Waking up Integra finds that her manor has been taken over not by her uncle but by a powerful vampire in bloodlust. Thus their deadly game begins.
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Supernatural / | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.16.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 315 | Status: Work In Progress
Clipped Wings
Chapter Two
Succession
Darkness.
Not the blissful darkness of sleep but the unstable night of unconsciousness. Pain dulled out along with the rest of the world that I knew was revolving outside my tightly sealed cocoon. At times I would break through the ironclad grips of exhaustion and become aware of the world but most of the time I reveled in the security of the darkness.
This isn't right.
I know that I must fight back, that I must awake but it is so warm here, so peaceful.
I have a mission; I have a new life that is waiting to start just beyond this realm.
Oh but for a few more moments to live in this serenity.
No! I've got to fight, this has to end now or I won't be able to arise from drowning. Quickly I strive to fight back my exhaustion and now awakening pain at my side, my shoulder, my leg, even my face hurts. It hurts like hell but I can't let that stop me. Slowly I open my eyes, at first I can see nothing but dark shadows. How long have I been asleep? Has night fallen already?
Steadily my vision clears so that I can see the outline of a room, a room draped in shadows. I begin to recognize the shadows, a writing desk in the corner, a dresser with various nick-knacks placed on its' surface. My room. But how did I get here? The last thing I remembered was being down in the underground prison. My uncle and his men had chased me down there and then.
I fight back a gasp. The vampire. He had torn through those grown men as easily as if they were under stuffed rag dolls. He feasted on their blood. Then he turned to me giving me an offer I more than gladly declined. And then..
"Thou shall not kill"
Oh God, what have I done?
My entire body trembled with terror. I had committed the worse sin a mortal could achieve. I ended the life of another soul. My heart hammers in my chest as I consider what people will think when they find out what I did.
Will I be arrested? Sent to prison? Will I have to be executed? Will I have my title taken away from me? That last option scares me even more than me losing my life. I could be burned at a stake for all I care as long as I die with the honor of being Lord Hellsing and not just a criminal.
Yet if anything is to happen my title will be the first thing to go. I can't let that happen, I have to find someone to either prevent my uncle's death from reaching public ears or build up a case to prevent me from losing should I have to go to court. Self-defense, protection of my inheritance and life should be good enough.
A noise pricks my curiosity but before I can determine the identity of it or even find out where it came from it fades into nothingness. Has the room grown colder or is it just me? I must be going insane, first I converse with a vampire before killing a blood relation and now I am hearing things.
There! There it is again! I turned my head only to hiss in pain as my wounded cheek rubs against my pillow roughly and begins to bleed again. I can recognize that sound now; but this knowledge brings me little comfort, it is the vampire's mocking laughter. He is still here? You would think such a creature would have more sense than to stay inside the mansion which houses an organization bent on his kind's destruction.
I can't kill him. It is impossible to destroy him. At least it is impossible to defeat him with bullets.
That thought causes my blood to run cold. I am alone, save for a few servants, with a vampire roaming the halls of my household. Has his "feast" satisfied him earlier or is he still-hunting for more blood? This triggers a memory from only hours before. He hadn't killed me on sight because of my blood. He had said it tasted sweet therefore he offered to become a creature like him instead of destroying me.
Without thinking my uninjured hand grasps my neck to shield the tender flesh. I am surprised to find the skin untouched. Surely if he wished to make me his servant he would have done so while I was unconscious. Not a mark, or a bruise or even the tell-tell sticky cling of dried blood lies on my throat. A feminine scream echoes through the halls. One of the servants, he was still hungry so he was now eating the servants.
I should do something, but each move that I try to makes my body feel like a thousand knives are impaling me to the bed. I can't just sit here though; I have to stop him somehow. I've got to keep this monster under control. Or better yet find a way to kill him. I need to do something but pain and, dare I even admit it, fear is holding me back. I am afraid of the monster that I unwillingly unleashed and now my father's people are suffering for it.
Turning to my side as quickly as my battered body will allow me I set my feet onto the floor to stand. My knees shiver and try to buckle underneath me but I have got to get out of this room, I have to find and destroy that, that monster. My first step forward is puncher by immense pain shooting up from my right leg that had crumbled beneath me when I had fallen down the short staircase. White spots dance before my eyes as my body folds in on itself so that I tumble to the floor. It takes a few moments before I can breath normally; my pulse is still racing, my hands tangling themselves into the sheets that spill over the edge of the bed.
Get up and walk.
Another scream this time a man's, gunshot fires, then all is silence.
He is close.
Has he changed his mind since I rejected his offer? Will he kill me just to satisfy his hunger? My hands tighten their grip on the sheets, the knuckles turning white from the force of my grasp.
I'll kill the bastard.
With bullets, with a canon, with anything I can get my hands on. This is my father's house and no vampire is going to taint it with its' presence. First I need to get on my feet and get a weapon, hell I'll throw stuff at him if I can't find a proper weapon! Shakily I tried to rise again this time I managed to at least make it across the room to my dresser across the room but still having to pause once I reached it as my vision spun. Blindly I opened one of the drawers to extract a handgun and a few extra shells.
Before I had always wondered why my father had always suggested that I should keep a loaded gun and shells in my room, now I know and I am more than grateful for his suggestion. I wonder if it is even worth chasing the vampire though, that last scream was so close probably only a few rooms away. That settles it I'll wait here for him.
Coward.
I am not a coward! If he is this close then there is no point at exhausting myself by chasing him down. I will however move to the door, opening it slightly so that I can get a clear aim. My plan is interrupted by yes another scream but this one is so distant that I think it came from the other end of the house. Damnit! He is quick. Wait a minute; if he was so close to me just minutes ago than why would he avoid my room completely?
Saving the "best" for last are you, you monster! Or do you avoid me because you know that I'll be the one to end your pathetic life. Take courage and face me!
I should be following those words though not him. My hand grasps the doorknob to give it a rough twist before tossing it open. Reckless as this action might be I will not allow this vampire to live under this roof a moment longer. The entire house is devoid of light, has the power been cut or something? The darkness is making it all the more difficult for me to find the vampire.
I have a feeling that it is the monster's fault that the electricity in the entire mansion is cut off, maybe he knew that I would come looking for him so he added yet another handicap for me to adapt to. Light or no light I will find him and destroy him.
'Wishful thinking at best little girl' the monster's voice interrupts my minds. 'I knew you would come looking for me. Come and find me. That is if you dare to.'
Spinning on my heel I lift the gun to shoot the first thing to move only to find nothing behind me. A shutter runs down my spine, he could be anywhere and I am, for lack of a better term, left in the dark.
Again that mocking laughter of his erupts and echoes off the empty halls. 'Let's play a game little girl. Try to find me before I can catch you. Come now don't be shy.'
A game? A game?! He's toying with me. All right I'll "play". It makes no difference of who finds whom though for either way I will kill him. If I where a vampire where would I go? He wouldn't go back to the dungeons would he? No I don't think he is down there. He is somewhere in this part of the house.
With nothing but a loaded handgun and luck on my side I begin to prowl up and down the corridors of the house, occasionally opening doors.
After half and hour of searching with nothing to show for it but exhaustion and reopened wounds I am becoming desperate. I have searched all four levels of the mansion but I so far found nothing but corpses of the staff, drained of blood. But I can't stop though, I have to find him, even though I know that he isn't even attempting to come after me I need to find him. Ascending back up the staircase to my father's office I am beyond weary, my wounds oozing blood staining my white shirt there are even splatters of blood on my skirt. So tired.
I want to just fall to the ground and go to sleep, but I can't stop. He'll come if I stop, he will hover over me like a vulture waits out an animal before it dies, then he will take me without so much as protest.
Reaching the top level I rehash my search of the third floor, this time I head to my father's office, which I hadn't checked before. Why you ask? Because it unnerves me to even consider that the monster is hiding in such a place. It would be nothing sort of sacrilegious. Yet I am drawn to the room, my hands falling on the handles and gently twisting it to open the door wide enough for me to enter. From here the world around me takes upon a surreal quality.
I look around to see the office not drench in the soft silver light of a moon but late morning sunlight filters through the large twin windows. Glancing at the clock I can see it is ten o clock on the dot, the same hour that I would enter the office for lessons from my father. He would teach about the Hellsing orgization worked, protocol as leader, and of course my enemy. The room smelled strongly of cigars and.cologne. My father always wore this slightly spicy cologne, sometimes a little bit too much, but it never mattered to me because it was all a part of what made father, well him.
Tears prick me eyes as I look around, the room hasn't changed at all, foolish to think that I would I suppose since my father has only been dead for three days, or four considering that it is morning now. I miss him.
"Integra, you're late again."
Oh my God! That voice! But it couldn't be.he's dead.
"Integra."
No, I can't look. I mustn't look. He is dead. This is all a dream. That's it I have fallen asleep and now dreaming.
Suddenly two firm hands place themselves on my shoulder. I can feel the warmth of another person. The scent of the cologne is stronger now.
No it can't be him. It just can't be. Still in denial I turn my head slightly to see part of the figure's face. Blue eyes that match my own stare back at me, golden blond hair, a slight indulging smile on his face. It is him. I don't know how or why but this man is my father. I feel a large watery smile curl on my lips as tears that I had been holding since I have entered the room burst.
"Father!" In an uncharacteristic display of emotion I wrap my arms around him, so glad that he was back, that everything had been a nightmare. I started crying, out of joy, as I brought my head to rest on his chest. He's here. He's alive. All those horrible things never happened.
My uncle didn't try to kill me; I didn't find any vampire whom was now chasing me. I was no longer alone.
Gently he brings his arms to encircle me into a returned embrace, "It's alright Integra, I am here."
This is wonderful. Perfect. My hand grows limp, as does my grasp on the gun. Everything it okay again. No reason to carry this gun around. Slowly the weapon starts to slip out of my hand, hanging by a thread before succumbing to gravity to fall to the ground with a clatter.
I am unfazed by the noise, my mind relived that everything is as it should be. I wince as the wound on my face is reopened for the second time recently, blood coming to the surface of my skin. Hold on. If all of things that had happened to me have been a dream then why is my face bleeding?
A trap!
This is all just an illusion set up by the vampire! Roughly I push my "father" backward. Shocked he backs away a half step; a confused look on his face but it softens into a look of concern.
"Integra, are you feeling well?"
Swiftly I bent down to pick up the gun I had dropped. Cocking it back I raise it to aim right at the chest of my "father". Two shots ring out to hit the fake. A short scream is released as the image fades into nothing. He is here.
I cock the gun back, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
"I know that you're here." I growl lowly in my throat. "I will give you till the count of three to show yourself." I wait a moment before beginning the count and when he doesn't show I start counting.
"One." My hand holding the gun shivers at the room grows colder.
"Two." I try to listen out for the slightest sound or see any sort of movement.
'Three'
"Ah!" I spun around to shoot but he fades into the shadows so I miss him completely. I am sick of these "games" of his! In a rage I fire two more shoots at the wall I had seen him disappear to.
'Wrong way Miss Hellsing' his voice mocks.
Again I turn to follow his movements only to come two seconds too late. Now out of ammo I dig into the hidden pocket of my skirt and dig out another cartridge of shells to load them back into the gun.
"You should have had more sense than to stay here you freak of nature." I growl as I try to fire at his head but the shot just brushes past him.
That infernal grin is pasted on his face. Even from the lack of light and distance I can see his teeth stained with blood.
"And then you have enough brass to enter my father's office and then use your cheap tricks to impersonate him!" I clicked the trigger back.
"I will not let you leave this house alive." I whisper as I fire three shoots.
This time the bullets do hit his skin, but they do no harm, merely absorb into the skin. I don't care though; I keep on firing round after round until I was down to my last cartridge. I have yet to wound the monster for he either moves too quickly or he slows down deliberately so that the bullets hit but don't do any damage. Is there anyway to kill this thing.
He suddenly stops right in front of me, only a few feet separate us. The smirk on his face is replaced by an expression of annoyance. The monster takes slow and deliberate steps towards me. Perfect time for me to become terrified, I can't even lift my hand to fire the gun at him. Soon we are face to face yet he pushes the personal boundary even more by getting up in my face so that we are eye to eye. My hands shake uncontrollably as the beast stares me down.
'What did you call me?' he said slowly, his tone laced with barely concealed malice.
"Monster, Beast, Freak of nature." I rambled, growing increasingly nervous in his ruby gaze.
'No! Just now. Tell me'
My mind races as it tries to grasp what I had thought just before he walked over to me.
"A thing" I replied softly.
He pulls back, thank God, but he still eyes me with a dangerous look in his eyes. I fear that he will strike me but more than likely he'll kill me where I stand. Then he laughs, this laugh is different though than the mockery, it is dark and fear instilling.
"A "thing" am I? Hmm that's interesting to say the least." He throws a very snide grin at me. "If I am, as you say, a thing, then what does that make you little girl? Are you insinuating that you are better than me? That you hold a higher position than myself? For if I am merely a thing than what does that make you lowly mortal?"
Goosebumps prickle my skin; I haven't destroyed him but only made him mad. Carefully I tried to step back but as he did in the prison the vampire darted towards me and had me pinned to the wall.
"Running away are we. What's the matter little girl? Are you afraid of the big, bad thing?"
My lips are trembling too hard for me to give an answer; I can only stare at him in horror. I can't kill him. I can't run away. I can't give in though. Giving in would be betraying everything that I am, a human, as a Hellsing, as Integra.
"My name is Integral." I snap. "Not little girl."
He grins again, " I am glad we have finally completed our introduction."
"Think of it as your going away present from me." I hissed as I attempt to pull my hand away from his grasp.
He laughs, this time the mockery is back, and even though he still angers me I greatly prefer this laugh to the pervious one.
"Going away? Me? Oh you are gravely mistaken Miss Hellsing if you think that I am going anywhere. I belong here just as much as you do."
"You don't!" I yelled as I snapped my wrist away, bringing the gun to his forehead. "As acting Lord of the Hellsing organization I here by send you to hell!"
My finger rapidly squeezed the trigger, emptying the gun into his skull. And still he laughs. Bastard I'll show him. I pull the trigger back again only to hear an empty click. Oh no, oh God no.
Chapter Two
Succession
Darkness.
Not the blissful darkness of sleep but the unstable night of unconsciousness. Pain dulled out along with the rest of the world that I knew was revolving outside my tightly sealed cocoon. At times I would break through the ironclad grips of exhaustion and become aware of the world but most of the time I reveled in the security of the darkness.
This isn't right.
I know that I must fight back, that I must awake but it is so warm here, so peaceful.
I have a mission; I have a new life that is waiting to start just beyond this realm.
Oh but for a few more moments to live in this serenity.
No! I've got to fight, this has to end now or I won't be able to arise from drowning. Quickly I strive to fight back my exhaustion and now awakening pain at my side, my shoulder, my leg, even my face hurts. It hurts like hell but I can't let that stop me. Slowly I open my eyes, at first I can see nothing but dark shadows. How long have I been asleep? Has night fallen already?
Steadily my vision clears so that I can see the outline of a room, a room draped in shadows. I begin to recognize the shadows, a writing desk in the corner, a dresser with various nick-knacks placed on its' surface. My room. But how did I get here? The last thing I remembered was being down in the underground prison. My uncle and his men had chased me down there and then.
I fight back a gasp. The vampire. He had torn through those grown men as easily as if they were under stuffed rag dolls. He feasted on their blood. Then he turned to me giving me an offer I more than gladly declined. And then..
"Thou shall not kill"
Oh God, what have I done?
My entire body trembled with terror. I had committed the worse sin a mortal could achieve. I ended the life of another soul. My heart hammers in my chest as I consider what people will think when they find out what I did.
Will I be arrested? Sent to prison? Will I have to be executed? Will I have my title taken away from me? That last option scares me even more than me losing my life. I could be burned at a stake for all I care as long as I die with the honor of being Lord Hellsing and not just a criminal.
Yet if anything is to happen my title will be the first thing to go. I can't let that happen, I have to find someone to either prevent my uncle's death from reaching public ears or build up a case to prevent me from losing should I have to go to court. Self-defense, protection of my inheritance and life should be good enough.
A noise pricks my curiosity but before I can determine the identity of it or even find out where it came from it fades into nothingness. Has the room grown colder or is it just me? I must be going insane, first I converse with a vampire before killing a blood relation and now I am hearing things.
There! There it is again! I turned my head only to hiss in pain as my wounded cheek rubs against my pillow roughly and begins to bleed again. I can recognize that sound now; but this knowledge brings me little comfort, it is the vampire's mocking laughter. He is still here? You would think such a creature would have more sense than to stay inside the mansion which houses an organization bent on his kind's destruction.
I can't kill him. It is impossible to destroy him. At least it is impossible to defeat him with bullets.
That thought causes my blood to run cold. I am alone, save for a few servants, with a vampire roaming the halls of my household. Has his "feast" satisfied him earlier or is he still-hunting for more blood? This triggers a memory from only hours before. He hadn't killed me on sight because of my blood. He had said it tasted sweet therefore he offered to become a creature like him instead of destroying me.
Without thinking my uninjured hand grasps my neck to shield the tender flesh. I am surprised to find the skin untouched. Surely if he wished to make me his servant he would have done so while I was unconscious. Not a mark, or a bruise or even the tell-tell sticky cling of dried blood lies on my throat. A feminine scream echoes through the halls. One of the servants, he was still hungry so he was now eating the servants.
I should do something, but each move that I try to makes my body feel like a thousand knives are impaling me to the bed. I can't just sit here though; I have to stop him somehow. I've got to keep this monster under control. Or better yet find a way to kill him. I need to do something but pain and, dare I even admit it, fear is holding me back. I am afraid of the monster that I unwillingly unleashed and now my father's people are suffering for it.
Turning to my side as quickly as my battered body will allow me I set my feet onto the floor to stand. My knees shiver and try to buckle underneath me but I have got to get out of this room, I have to find and destroy that, that monster. My first step forward is puncher by immense pain shooting up from my right leg that had crumbled beneath me when I had fallen down the short staircase. White spots dance before my eyes as my body folds in on itself so that I tumble to the floor. It takes a few moments before I can breath normally; my pulse is still racing, my hands tangling themselves into the sheets that spill over the edge of the bed.
Get up and walk.
Another scream this time a man's, gunshot fires, then all is silence.
He is close.
Has he changed his mind since I rejected his offer? Will he kill me just to satisfy his hunger? My hands tighten their grip on the sheets, the knuckles turning white from the force of my grasp.
I'll kill the bastard.
With bullets, with a canon, with anything I can get my hands on. This is my father's house and no vampire is going to taint it with its' presence. First I need to get on my feet and get a weapon, hell I'll throw stuff at him if I can't find a proper weapon! Shakily I tried to rise again this time I managed to at least make it across the room to my dresser across the room but still having to pause once I reached it as my vision spun. Blindly I opened one of the drawers to extract a handgun and a few extra shells.
Before I had always wondered why my father had always suggested that I should keep a loaded gun and shells in my room, now I know and I am more than grateful for his suggestion. I wonder if it is even worth chasing the vampire though, that last scream was so close probably only a few rooms away. That settles it I'll wait here for him.
Coward.
I am not a coward! If he is this close then there is no point at exhausting myself by chasing him down. I will however move to the door, opening it slightly so that I can get a clear aim. My plan is interrupted by yes another scream but this one is so distant that I think it came from the other end of the house. Damnit! He is quick. Wait a minute; if he was so close to me just minutes ago than why would he avoid my room completely?
Saving the "best" for last are you, you monster! Or do you avoid me because you know that I'll be the one to end your pathetic life. Take courage and face me!
I should be following those words though not him. My hand grasps the doorknob to give it a rough twist before tossing it open. Reckless as this action might be I will not allow this vampire to live under this roof a moment longer. The entire house is devoid of light, has the power been cut or something? The darkness is making it all the more difficult for me to find the vampire.
I have a feeling that it is the monster's fault that the electricity in the entire mansion is cut off, maybe he knew that I would come looking for him so he added yet another handicap for me to adapt to. Light or no light I will find him and destroy him.
'Wishful thinking at best little girl' the monster's voice interrupts my minds. 'I knew you would come looking for me. Come and find me. That is if you dare to.'
Spinning on my heel I lift the gun to shoot the first thing to move only to find nothing behind me. A shutter runs down my spine, he could be anywhere and I am, for lack of a better term, left in the dark.
Again that mocking laughter of his erupts and echoes off the empty halls. 'Let's play a game little girl. Try to find me before I can catch you. Come now don't be shy.'
A game? A game?! He's toying with me. All right I'll "play". It makes no difference of who finds whom though for either way I will kill him. If I where a vampire where would I go? He wouldn't go back to the dungeons would he? No I don't think he is down there. He is somewhere in this part of the house.
With nothing but a loaded handgun and luck on my side I begin to prowl up and down the corridors of the house, occasionally opening doors.
After half and hour of searching with nothing to show for it but exhaustion and reopened wounds I am becoming desperate. I have searched all four levels of the mansion but I so far found nothing but corpses of the staff, drained of blood. But I can't stop though, I have to find him, even though I know that he isn't even attempting to come after me I need to find him. Ascending back up the staircase to my father's office I am beyond weary, my wounds oozing blood staining my white shirt there are even splatters of blood on my skirt. So tired.
I want to just fall to the ground and go to sleep, but I can't stop. He'll come if I stop, he will hover over me like a vulture waits out an animal before it dies, then he will take me without so much as protest.
Reaching the top level I rehash my search of the third floor, this time I head to my father's office, which I hadn't checked before. Why you ask? Because it unnerves me to even consider that the monster is hiding in such a place. It would be nothing sort of sacrilegious. Yet I am drawn to the room, my hands falling on the handles and gently twisting it to open the door wide enough for me to enter. From here the world around me takes upon a surreal quality.
I look around to see the office not drench in the soft silver light of a moon but late morning sunlight filters through the large twin windows. Glancing at the clock I can see it is ten o clock on the dot, the same hour that I would enter the office for lessons from my father. He would teach about the Hellsing orgization worked, protocol as leader, and of course my enemy. The room smelled strongly of cigars and.cologne. My father always wore this slightly spicy cologne, sometimes a little bit too much, but it never mattered to me because it was all a part of what made father, well him.
Tears prick me eyes as I look around, the room hasn't changed at all, foolish to think that I would I suppose since my father has only been dead for three days, or four considering that it is morning now. I miss him.
"Integra, you're late again."
Oh my God! That voice! But it couldn't be.he's dead.
"Integra."
No, I can't look. I mustn't look. He is dead. This is all a dream. That's it I have fallen asleep and now dreaming.
Suddenly two firm hands place themselves on my shoulder. I can feel the warmth of another person. The scent of the cologne is stronger now.
No it can't be him. It just can't be. Still in denial I turn my head slightly to see part of the figure's face. Blue eyes that match my own stare back at me, golden blond hair, a slight indulging smile on his face. It is him. I don't know how or why but this man is my father. I feel a large watery smile curl on my lips as tears that I had been holding since I have entered the room burst.
"Father!" In an uncharacteristic display of emotion I wrap my arms around him, so glad that he was back, that everything had been a nightmare. I started crying, out of joy, as I brought my head to rest on his chest. He's here. He's alive. All those horrible things never happened.
My uncle didn't try to kill me; I didn't find any vampire whom was now chasing me. I was no longer alone.
Gently he brings his arms to encircle me into a returned embrace, "It's alright Integra, I am here."
This is wonderful. Perfect. My hand grows limp, as does my grasp on the gun. Everything it okay again. No reason to carry this gun around. Slowly the weapon starts to slip out of my hand, hanging by a thread before succumbing to gravity to fall to the ground with a clatter.
I am unfazed by the noise, my mind relived that everything is as it should be. I wince as the wound on my face is reopened for the second time recently, blood coming to the surface of my skin. Hold on. If all of things that had happened to me have been a dream then why is my face bleeding?
A trap!
This is all just an illusion set up by the vampire! Roughly I push my "father" backward. Shocked he backs away a half step; a confused look on his face but it softens into a look of concern.
"Integra, are you feeling well?"
Swiftly I bent down to pick up the gun I had dropped. Cocking it back I raise it to aim right at the chest of my "father". Two shots ring out to hit the fake. A short scream is released as the image fades into nothing. He is here.
I cock the gun back, ready to fire at a moment's notice.
"I know that you're here." I growl lowly in my throat. "I will give you till the count of three to show yourself." I wait a moment before beginning the count and when he doesn't show I start counting.
"One." My hand holding the gun shivers at the room grows colder.
"Two." I try to listen out for the slightest sound or see any sort of movement.
'Three'
"Ah!" I spun around to shoot but he fades into the shadows so I miss him completely. I am sick of these "games" of his! In a rage I fire two more shoots at the wall I had seen him disappear to.
'Wrong way Miss Hellsing' his voice mocks.
Again I turn to follow his movements only to come two seconds too late. Now out of ammo I dig into the hidden pocket of my skirt and dig out another cartridge of shells to load them back into the gun.
"You should have had more sense than to stay here you freak of nature." I growl as I try to fire at his head but the shot just brushes past him.
That infernal grin is pasted on his face. Even from the lack of light and distance I can see his teeth stained with blood.
"And then you have enough brass to enter my father's office and then use your cheap tricks to impersonate him!" I clicked the trigger back.
"I will not let you leave this house alive." I whisper as I fire three shoots.
This time the bullets do hit his skin, but they do no harm, merely absorb into the skin. I don't care though; I keep on firing round after round until I was down to my last cartridge. I have yet to wound the monster for he either moves too quickly or he slows down deliberately so that the bullets hit but don't do any damage. Is there anyway to kill this thing.
He suddenly stops right in front of me, only a few feet separate us. The smirk on his face is replaced by an expression of annoyance. The monster takes slow and deliberate steps towards me. Perfect time for me to become terrified, I can't even lift my hand to fire the gun at him. Soon we are face to face yet he pushes the personal boundary even more by getting up in my face so that we are eye to eye. My hands shake uncontrollably as the beast stares me down.
'What did you call me?' he said slowly, his tone laced with barely concealed malice.
"Monster, Beast, Freak of nature." I rambled, growing increasingly nervous in his ruby gaze.
'No! Just now. Tell me'
My mind races as it tries to grasp what I had thought just before he walked over to me.
"A thing" I replied softly.
He pulls back, thank God, but he still eyes me with a dangerous look in his eyes. I fear that he will strike me but more than likely he'll kill me where I stand. Then he laughs, this laugh is different though than the mockery, it is dark and fear instilling.
"A "thing" am I? Hmm that's interesting to say the least." He throws a very snide grin at me. "If I am, as you say, a thing, then what does that make you little girl? Are you insinuating that you are better than me? That you hold a higher position than myself? For if I am merely a thing than what does that make you lowly mortal?"
Goosebumps prickle my skin; I haven't destroyed him but only made him mad. Carefully I tried to step back but as he did in the prison the vampire darted towards me and had me pinned to the wall.
"Running away are we. What's the matter little girl? Are you afraid of the big, bad thing?"
My lips are trembling too hard for me to give an answer; I can only stare at him in horror. I can't kill him. I can't run away. I can't give in though. Giving in would be betraying everything that I am, a human, as a Hellsing, as Integra.
"My name is Integral." I snap. "Not little girl."
He grins again, " I am glad we have finally completed our introduction."
"Think of it as your going away present from me." I hissed as I attempt to pull my hand away from his grasp.
He laughs, this time the mockery is back, and even though he still angers me I greatly prefer this laugh to the pervious one.
"Going away? Me? Oh you are gravely mistaken Miss Hellsing if you think that I am going anywhere. I belong here just as much as you do."
"You don't!" I yelled as I snapped my wrist away, bringing the gun to his forehead. "As acting Lord of the Hellsing organization I here by send you to hell!"
My finger rapidly squeezed the trigger, emptying the gun into his skull. And still he laughs. Bastard I'll show him. I pull the trigger back again only to hear an empty click. Oh no, oh God no.