Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Divine Retribution ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
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Divine Retribution
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Chapter One

You are still the little girl you were then…

His words rang through his memory. Leaning slightly to one foot an inhuman grin swept his lithe face. Yes, she was still the unconquerable spirit he had met so many, yet, so few years ago in a life of endless centuries.

She sat pristinely, a queen among carrion, a prince of ignoble kings. He was but a no-life king. She was everything life had meant to be. Pulling smoke idly from her thin cigar, with a face like a brick wall. Yet he could see differently. A thin smile played across her beige lips.

“Give me an order,” he breathed.

The shards from the wine glass previously in his hand spattering blood from his palm dripping languidly to the floor.

“It is your choice,” the blood began to pool in an arc on the stones below.

Her frozen gaze rose to meet his. Flame to ice, the obsession and attraction were great within him. He may be the monster, but he ached to claim the beast behind the lidded azure.

“I choose to live as I must,” was her beckoning answer. How he desired to rise to her and seize her, but his subservience would not allow it. “Help me reclaim my nobility,” she said. His spirit faltered. In his life, he was bereft of the nobility she spoke of. Truth and honour, life and spirit. “You will accompany me to this ‘trial’,” she spat, and sat back gracefully, allowing her hair to fall from her right ear and frame her face.

“Yes, Miss Integral Wingates Hellsing…” he cooed sarcastically, falling back to a velvet chair adjacent to the table he had removed the chalice from, shaking the broken glass dismissively from his palm. Only she could torment him in this way, only she could tease the monster within him with taunts he willingly set himself up for.

She regarded him with much distaste. “It’s Sir, Alucard, I have not been stripped of my title yet…” she paused, pulling a long drag from the cigar.

“When have you known me to address a beautiful young lady in the evening as such?” he asked amused. She gazed contemplatively out the high barred window.

“I cannot break out of here, Alucard, my nobility demands I satisfy the ‘Round Table’ with truth,” she hissed, thinking out loud to herself. He revelled in the fact that his was the only companionship she received under this ‘barbaric’ treatment. He laughed out loud; she did not know the meaning of barbaric treatment.

“Do you find my situation funny? You may soon enough ‘find’ yourself without a master,” she smirked. He met her eyes and she turned away, unwilling to deal with his intensity in her present state of pensiveness.

“You know I would never allow that to happen,” he stated and she nodded absently. “I am sure that all these humans want is a large sum of cash to fund their current ventures, my master, you will find this ‘trial’ over within minutes,” she looked into his eyes fully.

“Yes, Alucard, I have thought of that myself, but they despise the fact I even exist,” she paused to pull from her cigar again; the smoke billowing around her like a mantle of spirit. His master was a lily among thorns. “I can only try… even being the fools that they are they should have realized my funds have been transferred overseas and out of their maniacal grasp,” at that he chuckled softly.

“Yes, my master, you can only try. I’m more than sure you will prevail,” he stated, rising to leave her to her thoughts.

“Wait,” she barked. He froze instantly and turned to her. She stood, and even though her head only measured to his shoulder, her spirit rose far above. “What is left of my organization, is how is Walter faring, and Seras, is she still with us?” her voice betrayed her, the emotion began to seep slowly through, so many lives had been wasted to this ridiculous plot. He passed her another cruel smile.

“Yes, my master, forgive me for not informing you before now, even under ‘Round Table’ control, the remainder your soldiers are true. Walter is recovering and Seras…” he let her name linger between them for a moment. “Is seeing to his quick recovery,” his eyes were aflame again; his mind was clicking like clockwork as he observed her reaction.

“That news is good, I can’t hear much, being confined in this blasted room,” she looked about and bowed her head in disgust. This was the most humbling of all, being locked like a rat in this tiny room. He chuckled.

“Only another day, Sir Hellsing, and then the trial,” he laughed. He could see the pain and frustration in her eyes. This was quite amusing, seeing her full-hearted reaction his stoic master usually masked. Even though he could read her thoughts and knew her mind, physical displays were always entertaining. She gazed at him and regained her composure, giving a mocking half-smile.

“You have been a noble servant, Alucard, I thank you,” with that she turned and sat again, in the same position, one leg dangling and one leg pulled to her on the small bed.

“Only a servant?” he mocked. She shot an icy stare in his direction. He stood inches from the wall he had materialized from, casting his gaze over a squared shoulder. “I like to think of us as at least friends, or partners in crime perhaps?”

“You have been my protector and… confidante of sorts, that is more than I can say for anyone else I guess…” she focused on the wall ahead of her. “Except for Walter,” she gave a true smile and closed her eyes.

An echo of some foreign pain welled inside him. “I am very thankful for both of you, don’t try my patience Alucard, you like to play games that go in fruitless circles,” she looked at him again, with that same chiding smile and those stone-set eyes. He nodded and disappeared into the far wall. Again she was left to her own devices.

He laughed at himself as he passed through countless walls and corridors. He laughed a laugh of lonely centuries and ‘fruitless circles’. As he came to rest in his own quarters the darkness of the space comforted him. Darkness could conceal him completely, even from himself at times.

A slight noise resounded from the outer corridor. It was Seras, no doubt locked in another of her dark nighttime musings. Why did the girl have to talk to herself? Try as he might he couldn’t keep her banter from his mind.

“If I would have paid more attention, damn it! If I would have been there, something told me I shouldn’t have gone on out on that stupid Order!” she mumbled, he could hear her kicking something. He knew this girl’s mind easily; she was open as a book. Somehow that was strangely endearing and annoying at the same time. Many times playing sire to her was difficult to say the least. He stretched his mind to meet her own, sadness and anger stabbed at him, he smiled.

Police girl, you blame yourself in such a stupid manner. Underneath your mind begs for release, tonight you should feed.’ he drilled at her, his lips still dancing in a smile.

Seras found the sharp voice almost painful to her mind, even after many weeks the feeling of his presence in her thoughts was alarming and a bit painful.

“Master…” she breathed out loud. She had fed on his blood, but the fledgling pact was still holding, he was still her beloved master. She had to feed from a human to consummate the rite and break from him. She couldn’t, she wouldn’t take an innocent life. She had spent many sleepless hours considering her new situation, setting herself against moral argument after argument. “I can’t… I won’t take someone’s life,” she demanded. She could almost see his feral grin in her mind.

I question your definition of innocence, police girl,’ he chuckled. Annoying as she was, this desperate clinging to the breaking threads of humanity amused him to no end. Perhaps the choice of her unlife had been good one, for both parties concerned.

Even though the remark angered her a bit, the distraction was welcomed. She couldn’t stand the pain of being stuck on the compound, reassuring the remaining soldiers, while her master was restless and her master’s master locked away in some tiny room… She shook her head violently to clear her thoughts. Her master’s laugh echoed through her mind. “Why do you enjoy pain and anger?” she almost screamed, his laugh became overwhelming.

Because it is in my nature, Police Girl, and you will find it in yours as well,’ was his answer, and with that he withdrew from her mind. She fell hard onto her bed-coffin and wept tearlessly. The mansion’s ‘blood’ supply was growing thin and she couldn’t muster enough fluid from her system to form tears.

Mr. Walter had assured her that once he fully recovered he would attend to the matter. She smiled; at least he had survived the rape of the Hellsing organization. Protecting their commander he had received his wounds, she couldn’t say the same for herself. She had been throwing herself in the way of harm uselessly. Her master was stronger than she ever could have believed. She could tell it was nearing dawn. Lowering the top to her ‘bed-coffin’ she began to drift, blissfully thoughtless for once.

Integral had not slept the entire night, now fully dressed; she mentally prepared herself for the ‘trial’ awaiting her. Footsteps down the corridor told her the guards were coming to escort her, she looked to the shadows. Where was that blasted vampire? A quick glint of a fanged grin told her he was present and she sighed. The door swung open.

“Sir Hellsing, the committee awaits,” said a highly decorated guard, gesturing for her to step outside. She followed on cue and found herself walking the long of mile of her impending judgment.

Seras woke startled. Something was amiss. She could tell it was nightfall yet many voices met her ears. With her heightened sense of hearing, she had found it hard to block all the banter of the mansion for first few nights of her vampiric infanthood.

She soon grew accustomed but the endless drone usually ceased somewhat this late in the evening. She adjusted the coffin-lid of her bed and stepped out, donning a bathrobe over her nightgown to see what the problem was.

In the soldier recreation room there were many groups of men huddled, drinking and talking, she met up with a young recruit named Bill to begin her questions.

“Hey Bill, what’s the fuss about?” she questioned; Bill was a bit unnerved by her state of dress and shot her a quick smile.

“Sergeant Seras! I thought you would be the first to know, the Round Table has made a decision to depose Sir Hellsing,” bill replied. Seras turned a whiter shade of pale.

“What? This can’t be happening!” She breathed and caught herself on the back of an awaiting chair. Bill nodded solemnly and she sat down. The room had become quiet upon her arrival and many of the soldiers where staring at her, she was used to it.

At that moment the door swung open and there stood Walter, leaning heavily on a cane with his left arm in a sling, she rose instantly but something in his eyes told her to sit and she slid back into her seat quietly. All eyes were on him.

“I know you’ve heard some nasty rumours circulating, I’m here to clear that up. Nothing you’ve heard is true, the counsel was undecided and negotiations will take more time than predicted, the inquiry is still in effect and you should go about your duties, making sure to dismiss these terrible accusations on our noble leader,” he announced in one huge breath. After a moment of silence, conversation began to strike up again. Seras looked to Walter and he motioned for her to follow.

Upon exiting the door Walter lead her hurriedly in the direction of her own quarters, he opened her door and slipped inside, she followed suit. He closed the door behind her and breathed deeply, she sat at her table and offered the other seat to him, he declined.

“Miss Seras, I am here to inform you of a mission you will be needed for, I suggest you get dressed,” he sighed; she knew something was out of place.

“It’s true isn’t it Walter, the counsel wants to depose her,” she asked. He solemnly nodded. Reaching into his vest he pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her, she took it and looked at him questioningly.

“The information you need is noted there, May the Queen keep you in good favour and God give you speed, Miss Seras,” and with a warm smiled he turned and limped out of her quarters. She swallowed hard and looked at the note.

“In the far courtyard, behind the great chapel, 1:30 AM…” She read to herself aloud. The writing looked familiar and she absently wondered where her master could be, shouldn’t he be telling her this? With a quick check of the clock she found she had one hour. She quickly removed her robe and gown and jumped into her small shower.

The landscape was dark, but given her new powers she prowled silently as a cat. She thought it best to use every power within her to be discreet. This mission must be important, God knows she didn’t want the organization to fall and she would hopefully help keep it together somehow.

Somehow.

She felt a wave of sadness hit her. What would she do if it did? Would she go through long empty years like that poor vampire child? She snapped out of her musings quickly, she has arrived. Now what? To wait? But for who… or what?

She sensed movement and knew instantly it was human, warm and alive, prowling like this made her feel as if she were on the hunt. She shook her head violently, no.

However, she must find out what this human was doing, and who that person was. She crept slowly to a bush and peeked over. At the base of a tree was a crouched figure, sitting silently. As a cloud departed from the moon a streak of light hit the face, it couldn’t be…
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A/N: I have gone over this story many times and now I think I’m ready to post (hopefully). I know that ‘Hellsing’ readers are a wholly different breed then my usual readers. If you detest my style, go ahead and flame my head off. I’ll be stronger for it in the end.

Thank you

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