Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Divine Retribution ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: flowers 
Chapter 5
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Updated On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 252 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 5
Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.21.2005 | Updated On: 02.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 252 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter Five
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“For the thousandth time wake up girl! You’ve been making ridiculous noises for an hour now, and it’s nearly eight o’clock.” Integra barked while withdrawing her head from the underside of the bed. Seras jumped so high she bashed her head on the bed frame.
“Jeeze…” she snapped and rubbed her head. An awful dream accompanied with an awful waking. Already the night wasn’t turning out for the better. She crawled out and stood to meet her commander’s eyes.
Integra was dressed in her normal attire, dark almost black dress suit with her signature blue cravat. She seemed very aloof, more so than usual. Seras instantly felt embarrassed about her own state of dress. Somehow it wasn’t as bad when Integra was dressed down as well.
“Get dressed, I have a few errands for you.” Integra stated then walked out to the living area. Seras stumbled over to the closet. Such a fitful dream seemed to leave her more tired than refreshed after sleep. She soon dressed herself in a pair of form fitting black jeans and an equally fitting cotton blue top.
Her old clothes felt wonderful and brought back fond memories of pub hopping with her former police unit. She smiled and headed for the bathroom to brush her hair. Being a vampire, she found showering wasn’t usually necessary, but it felt nice nonetheless. Tonight she would forego the shower to attend to her master’s master. There must be some news.
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The electric-blue of an all-night buffet sign blinked on and off above him setting ominous shadows around the empty alley he crouched in. A wicked grin stretched across his face. Even after all his years of manipulation and coaxing, the unexpected set wheels into motion with impeccable timing, he couldn’t have planned it better himself. It seemed fate was smiling the same feral grin right back at him.
To be free...
Strange that a monster such as himself still had the ability to dream. The dusty, dark corridors twisting through his mind felt suddenly aflame with this chance. This one chance to become his own master again, to breathe the free air of the night and roam as he pleased.
He laughed mockingly to himself.
At least his current ‘predicament’ gave him something to look forward to over the long expanse of endless life. Something tugged at him, and pulled his mind back from the flame of longing to darkness. Did he truly want release or was the dream enough? That damned man, so many years ago, he had felt such hatred he could have filled the oceans with the blood of his revenge. Yet somehow there was forged an understanding, an agreement met silently between master and monster, out of mutual respect.
Just as true nobility burned through his own veins, the nobility of Hellsing was something altogether different. Sacred nobility, a curse of strength and spirit matched against the most damned and abominable of this wretched earth. An unstoppable force of truth and light. Damn that man, and damn every heir to this sacred task, right down to the last.
As the last was becoming more of a problem in his mind as time passed.
When he looked into the intense azure, he could see the clear reflection of Abraham, the weak, pathetic human that had completely bested him in spirit and mind. In her he found another longing, such a longing that was almost jealousy, mixed with a heavy dose of outright animal lust, as was in his nature, and respect. The mutual respect this bond was laid solid upon.
He also felt a regret. A small tingle that when entertained, turned quickly into a sharp spike that penetrated his mind. Through the years, as the character and spirit of Hellsing seemed to waver he had formed a plan. A plan he was sure would rock the foundations and send the noble family crashing down. Yet somehow, emotion has worked its way into an ageless monster’s mind, the folly of dreams.
The God he had renounced threw a wild card to freeze him in his tracks, a twenty-year sabbatical accompanied with… Integral, another weak and pathetic creature to best him once more, and without fully knowing it.
The disgrace and pain he had put her family through was but a shadow of what Abraham had exacted on him, years before he had defected… to her. Somehow this information was kept from her. At least that had never blackened her noble mind, yet. On his darkest nights he imagined drinking every last drop of her sweet blood and savouring the victory, on other nights, he was completely content to watch her as she sleep, trusting him with her life.
Woe to him, the pathetic monster torn. He laughed deeply and audibly.
She had the kind of pride that, at times, transcended reason, as if she thought herself invincible. This was such a novelty to him that he let her continue to believe this ridiculous idea. Even with his own seemingly insurmountable power, he had been bested. The strong always falter.
She had come to terms with her mortality as of late and this was also deeply entertaining, fascinating. What a lustful and glorious test the baobhan-sidhe had put his master through. Though he wished he could waste the useless abomination in a pile of dust again for laying filthy hands on the virtue of this infallible woman. She had passed this test easily, accepting death before defilement. The memory made his blood boil with many emotions, lust being foremost.
Sitting like a lame predator in this alley was becoming boring and allowing his mind to wander, he couldn’t risk going any closer to the building, Seras would sense him instantly. Seras was also a rising problem. Though the interruption of his plan seemed to work for his purpose in the long run. She was, at first, introduced as a pawn but he found his thoughts lingering on her at times. Looking to the sky he sighed.
He longed for his master to give him the word, release the control restriction and leave him to his happy hunting. But she knew the implications of letting him run free across Europe. She would rather wait for negotiations.
Why do humans give consideration for pathetic low-life scum? Why would letting him off the leash for a bit give her any grief? He chuckled again and stood. Maybe soon he would be roaming the earth freely, without worry about human ‘reputation’. He suddenly heard a call. It was his master. In an instant he was at the front entrance and slipping easily through the stone wall.
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Seras busied herself with making tea. Integra had received a phone call and was in the bedroom, with the door closed. Crazy enough Seras could still hear every word she spoke and every word Walter relayed to her over the phone. At times, her newfound powers shocked her, both blessing and curse but leaning mostly to the latter. Today though, she enjoyed her heightened senses. Integra must know she could hear everything, yet she still spoke poorly of Seras to Walter when he had asked how the living arrangements were.
“Between being the butt-end of childish humour and the fact this girl won’t feed… it’s agitating at best,” Integra growled. Seras couldn’t help but to smile. It was alarming and somehow reaffirming to know Integra worried about her. Even it was mostly for Integra’s own safety.
And again, the dark cloud of hunger shadowed her mind. How much longer could she starve this monster inside? She shook her head and set the table. Tonight, she would have to get some groceries for Integra; Seras noticed the empty shortbread package in the trash. She must be starving as well. Seras heard the smart snap of the flip phone closing and turned to see Integra emerge from the bedroom.
“Things are not going well. Negotiations have been refused.” Integra said as she took a seat at the table, reaching for the cigars Seras had placed beside her teacup. “We’ll have to continue with ‘drastic measures’ I’m afraid,” Integra said with a deep frown. She really didn’t want it to come to this, there was, however, no choice.
“Alucard!” Integra snapped loudly in a gruff voice.
Seras almost jumped out of her skin. Her commander had been speaking so quietly up to that point. In an instant Seras felt a familiar tingle and looked to the shadow beyond the table in the living area. Integra found this interesting, the fledgling could sense his arrival, perhaps that was why he hadn’t been haunting her as of late in these new living arrangements.
“Master,” Alucard’s voice resonated through the still air. Seras shivered a bit, she could hear the sheer anticipation in his voice. He must know what the order will be already. Strangely his mind hadn’t entered her own. He must be very excited.
“You will search for these missing ‘pawns’ and continue negotiation from there. By any means necessary,” Integra stated, looking into her cup of tea. The trademark grin on his face stretched inhumanly to show his fangs completely. His mood began to affect Seras, anticipation and delight were radiating from him. She found her own lips pulling back into a snarl that exposed her fangs.
The intensity almost sent her into a swoon, before she realized, she was grasping the table firm enough to splinter it slightly. She snapped herself out of the bloodlust spell and found Integra’s eyes on her. She looked to the floor. Integra studied her for a moment more then turned to Alucard.
“I am not releasing you completely. You will assess each situation and its classification as per usual,” Integra ordered then shot a glance toward Seras. “Order your prodigy here to feed, I fear she won’t take my command as easily as yours,” she finished and took a sip of her tea. Seras suddenly realized she was getting a bit out of hand. Alucard only laughed deeply and let his glasses slide to entice Integra’s eyes with his own.
“What’s wrong, are you afraid the watchdog might bite the hand that feeds her,” he whispered. Integra’s face took it’s usually smirk of these baiting sessions and she leaned forward to rest her arms on her knees, this stance was becoming trademark and Seras knew what tone the conversation would soon follow.
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. Do I have to command you or will you politely take the cue,” Integra replied coolly. Alucard moved forward in a flash and stared hard into Integra’s eyes.
“There is a small problem you see, she isn’t a monster in human form, she’s a human in monster form, my reason falls on deaf ears,” he said in an amused voice. How he enjoyed seeing that cool and raging façade being erected at his perusal. She kept his gaze until he finally turned to Seras.
“You will sustain yourself, police girl, we don’t want any accidents at the expense of our commander.”
‘No matter how much she begs for it,’ his voice pierced Seras’s mind, what did he mean?
Seras stared hard at the floor and answered her master through her mind. ‘I will not take an innocent life master, I can’t,’ she cried out mentally, his laughter echoed in response.
‘Starve the beast within and see how quickly you kill. Besides, there are ways to feed without killing,’ he bit back, she looked up at him in confusion but he was receding into the shadows chuckling aloud.
“But I can’t ‘turn’ anyone master,” she breathed, Integra nearly choked on a sip of tea at this remark. His laugh became maniacal.
“You will have to excuse me ladies, something pressing… and exciting calls,” he cackled then slipped out of sight and mind. Seras turned to look at Integra and found her staring hard into her eyes. Instantly she looked to the floor again.
“Now with that bit of insanity out of the way, Sergeant Victoria, you will feed, that is an order from your commander and your ‘master’,” She said. The prospect of having her blood drained by a hungering fledgling didn’t sit well with her. “But for now, I need you to run to a corner shop and pick some previsions up for me, and if a tobacconist is open a this time, kindly find my brand for me,” she continued, damn, she wished she had a newspaper or something to keep her hands and mind busy. Watching that blasted TV today was enough to drive her mad, even if it were mostly news reports. She slipped a piece of paper across the table with a list of items. Seras took it and stood, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair.
“Alright then, I won’t be long…” Seras squeaked, surprised by the sound of her own voice. Her throat was so dry. Slipping the note into her jacket pocket she found her boots and began lacing them while sitting at the couch.
Integra watched her silently. Soon enough she hopped up and strode out the door, locking it from the outside. Integra noticed she didn’t take her weapon, as it was sitting on the coffee table. She shook her head; this girl could slip from a militia frame of mind to a teenage mentality in seconds, some how she almost wished she could do the same.
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A/N: My reviews have been very kind up to now and I thank you one and all. Hopefully I can live up to the characters and I’m not completely off the mark. I have the most trouble with Alucard, how the hell DO you write a five hundred year old bloodthirsty lunatic? Hopefully I can tap into that lunatic in my soul and find out. After this no updates in sight for a couple days. I’m working vigorously to finish my first fic then the story will take off (I’m hoping).
Thank you,
flowers
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“For the thousandth time wake up girl! You’ve been making ridiculous noises for an hour now, and it’s nearly eight o’clock.” Integra barked while withdrawing her head from the underside of the bed. Seras jumped so high she bashed her head on the bed frame.
“Jeeze…” she snapped and rubbed her head. An awful dream accompanied with an awful waking. Already the night wasn’t turning out for the better. She crawled out and stood to meet her commander’s eyes.
Integra was dressed in her normal attire, dark almost black dress suit with her signature blue cravat. She seemed very aloof, more so than usual. Seras instantly felt embarrassed about her own state of dress. Somehow it wasn’t as bad when Integra was dressed down as well.
“Get dressed, I have a few errands for you.” Integra stated then walked out to the living area. Seras stumbled over to the closet. Such a fitful dream seemed to leave her more tired than refreshed after sleep. She soon dressed herself in a pair of form fitting black jeans and an equally fitting cotton blue top.
Her old clothes felt wonderful and brought back fond memories of pub hopping with her former police unit. She smiled and headed for the bathroom to brush her hair. Being a vampire, she found showering wasn’t usually necessary, but it felt nice nonetheless. Tonight she would forego the shower to attend to her master’s master. There must be some news.
.
The electric-blue of an all-night buffet sign blinked on and off above him setting ominous shadows around the empty alley he crouched in. A wicked grin stretched across his face. Even after all his years of manipulation and coaxing, the unexpected set wheels into motion with impeccable timing, he couldn’t have planned it better himself. It seemed fate was smiling the same feral grin right back at him.
To be free...
Strange that a monster such as himself still had the ability to dream. The dusty, dark corridors twisting through his mind felt suddenly aflame with this chance. This one chance to become his own master again, to breathe the free air of the night and roam as he pleased.
He laughed mockingly to himself.
At least his current ‘predicament’ gave him something to look forward to over the long expanse of endless life. Something tugged at him, and pulled his mind back from the flame of longing to darkness. Did he truly want release or was the dream enough? That damned man, so many years ago, he had felt such hatred he could have filled the oceans with the blood of his revenge. Yet somehow there was forged an understanding, an agreement met silently between master and monster, out of mutual respect.
Just as true nobility burned through his own veins, the nobility of Hellsing was something altogether different. Sacred nobility, a curse of strength and spirit matched against the most damned and abominable of this wretched earth. An unstoppable force of truth and light. Damn that man, and damn every heir to this sacred task, right down to the last.
As the last was becoming more of a problem in his mind as time passed.
When he looked into the intense azure, he could see the clear reflection of Abraham, the weak, pathetic human that had completely bested him in spirit and mind. In her he found another longing, such a longing that was almost jealousy, mixed with a heavy dose of outright animal lust, as was in his nature, and respect. The mutual respect this bond was laid solid upon.
He also felt a regret. A small tingle that when entertained, turned quickly into a sharp spike that penetrated his mind. Through the years, as the character and spirit of Hellsing seemed to waver he had formed a plan. A plan he was sure would rock the foundations and send the noble family crashing down. Yet somehow, emotion has worked its way into an ageless monster’s mind, the folly of dreams.
The God he had renounced threw a wild card to freeze him in his tracks, a twenty-year sabbatical accompanied with… Integral, another weak and pathetic creature to best him once more, and without fully knowing it.
The disgrace and pain he had put her family through was but a shadow of what Abraham had exacted on him, years before he had defected… to her. Somehow this information was kept from her. At least that had never blackened her noble mind, yet. On his darkest nights he imagined drinking every last drop of her sweet blood and savouring the victory, on other nights, he was completely content to watch her as she sleep, trusting him with her life.
Woe to him, the pathetic monster torn. He laughed deeply and audibly.
She had the kind of pride that, at times, transcended reason, as if she thought herself invincible. This was such a novelty to him that he let her continue to believe this ridiculous idea. Even with his own seemingly insurmountable power, he had been bested. The strong always falter.
She had come to terms with her mortality as of late and this was also deeply entertaining, fascinating. What a lustful and glorious test the baobhan-sidhe had put his master through. Though he wished he could waste the useless abomination in a pile of dust again for laying filthy hands on the virtue of this infallible woman. She had passed this test easily, accepting death before defilement. The memory made his blood boil with many emotions, lust being foremost.
Sitting like a lame predator in this alley was becoming boring and allowing his mind to wander, he couldn’t risk going any closer to the building, Seras would sense him instantly. Seras was also a rising problem. Though the interruption of his plan seemed to work for his purpose in the long run. She was, at first, introduced as a pawn but he found his thoughts lingering on her at times. Looking to the sky he sighed.
He longed for his master to give him the word, release the control restriction and leave him to his happy hunting. But she knew the implications of letting him run free across Europe. She would rather wait for negotiations.
Why do humans give consideration for pathetic low-life scum? Why would letting him off the leash for a bit give her any grief? He chuckled again and stood. Maybe soon he would be roaming the earth freely, without worry about human ‘reputation’. He suddenly heard a call. It was his master. In an instant he was at the front entrance and slipping easily through the stone wall.
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Seras busied herself with making tea. Integra had received a phone call and was in the bedroom, with the door closed. Crazy enough Seras could still hear every word she spoke and every word Walter relayed to her over the phone. At times, her newfound powers shocked her, both blessing and curse but leaning mostly to the latter. Today though, she enjoyed her heightened senses. Integra must know she could hear everything, yet she still spoke poorly of Seras to Walter when he had asked how the living arrangements were.
“Between being the butt-end of childish humour and the fact this girl won’t feed… it’s agitating at best,” Integra growled. Seras couldn’t help but to smile. It was alarming and somehow reaffirming to know Integra worried about her. Even it was mostly for Integra’s own safety.
And again, the dark cloud of hunger shadowed her mind. How much longer could she starve this monster inside? She shook her head and set the table. Tonight, she would have to get some groceries for Integra; Seras noticed the empty shortbread package in the trash. She must be starving as well. Seras heard the smart snap of the flip phone closing and turned to see Integra emerge from the bedroom.
“Things are not going well. Negotiations have been refused.” Integra said as she took a seat at the table, reaching for the cigars Seras had placed beside her teacup. “We’ll have to continue with ‘drastic measures’ I’m afraid,” Integra said with a deep frown. She really didn’t want it to come to this, there was, however, no choice.
“Alucard!” Integra snapped loudly in a gruff voice.
Seras almost jumped out of her skin. Her commander had been speaking so quietly up to that point. In an instant Seras felt a familiar tingle and looked to the shadow beyond the table in the living area. Integra found this interesting, the fledgling could sense his arrival, perhaps that was why he hadn’t been haunting her as of late in these new living arrangements.
“Master,” Alucard’s voice resonated through the still air. Seras shivered a bit, she could hear the sheer anticipation in his voice. He must know what the order will be already. Strangely his mind hadn’t entered her own. He must be very excited.
“You will search for these missing ‘pawns’ and continue negotiation from there. By any means necessary,” Integra stated, looking into her cup of tea. The trademark grin on his face stretched inhumanly to show his fangs completely. His mood began to affect Seras, anticipation and delight were radiating from him. She found her own lips pulling back into a snarl that exposed her fangs.
The intensity almost sent her into a swoon, before she realized, she was grasping the table firm enough to splinter it slightly. She snapped herself out of the bloodlust spell and found Integra’s eyes on her. She looked to the floor. Integra studied her for a moment more then turned to Alucard.
“I am not releasing you completely. You will assess each situation and its classification as per usual,” Integra ordered then shot a glance toward Seras. “Order your prodigy here to feed, I fear she won’t take my command as easily as yours,” she finished and took a sip of her tea. Seras suddenly realized she was getting a bit out of hand. Alucard only laughed deeply and let his glasses slide to entice Integra’s eyes with his own.
“What’s wrong, are you afraid the watchdog might bite the hand that feeds her,” he whispered. Integra’s face took it’s usually smirk of these baiting sessions and she leaned forward to rest her arms on her knees, this stance was becoming trademark and Seras knew what tone the conversation would soon follow.
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. Do I have to command you or will you politely take the cue,” Integra replied coolly. Alucard moved forward in a flash and stared hard into Integra’s eyes.
“There is a small problem you see, she isn’t a monster in human form, she’s a human in monster form, my reason falls on deaf ears,” he said in an amused voice. How he enjoyed seeing that cool and raging façade being erected at his perusal. She kept his gaze until he finally turned to Seras.
“You will sustain yourself, police girl, we don’t want any accidents at the expense of our commander.”
‘No matter how much she begs for it,’ his voice pierced Seras’s mind, what did he mean?
Seras stared hard at the floor and answered her master through her mind. ‘I will not take an innocent life master, I can’t,’ she cried out mentally, his laughter echoed in response.
‘Starve the beast within and see how quickly you kill. Besides, there are ways to feed without killing,’ he bit back, she looked up at him in confusion but he was receding into the shadows chuckling aloud.
“But I can’t ‘turn’ anyone master,” she breathed, Integra nearly choked on a sip of tea at this remark. His laugh became maniacal.
“You will have to excuse me ladies, something pressing… and exciting calls,” he cackled then slipped out of sight and mind. Seras turned to look at Integra and found her staring hard into her eyes. Instantly she looked to the floor again.
“Now with that bit of insanity out of the way, Sergeant Victoria, you will feed, that is an order from your commander and your ‘master’,” She said. The prospect of having her blood drained by a hungering fledgling didn’t sit well with her. “But for now, I need you to run to a corner shop and pick some previsions up for me, and if a tobacconist is open a this time, kindly find my brand for me,” she continued, damn, she wished she had a newspaper or something to keep her hands and mind busy. Watching that blasted TV today was enough to drive her mad, even if it were mostly news reports. She slipped a piece of paper across the table with a list of items. Seras took it and stood, grabbing her jacket from the back of the chair.
“Alright then, I won’t be long…” Seras squeaked, surprised by the sound of her own voice. Her throat was so dry. Slipping the note into her jacket pocket she found her boots and began lacing them while sitting at the couch.
Integra watched her silently. Soon enough she hopped up and strode out the door, locking it from the outside. Integra noticed she didn’t take her weapon, as it was sitting on the coffee table. She shook her head; this girl could slip from a militia frame of mind to a teenage mentality in seconds, some how she almost wished she could do the same.
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A/N: My reviews have been very kind up to now and I thank you one and all. Hopefully I can live up to the characters and I’m not completely off the mark. I have the most trouble with Alucard, how the hell DO you write a five hundred year old bloodthirsty lunatic? Hopefully I can tap into that lunatic in my soul and find out. After this no updates in sight for a couple days. I’m working vigorously to finish my first fic then the story will take off (I’m hoping).
Thank you,
flowers
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