Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Not, Human ❯ Off with his Haid ( Chapter 4 )

Six failed operations, fifty dead operatives, and the MI5 lost the royal patent on vampire hunting. They where lucky and last on the list of state organization of the Empire who got a try, last for they abstained on the question of the disbanding of Hellsing. Now they where right, they knew they where right, and at least they haven't had the need to prove otherwise. Brigadier General Thompson simply bowed to the Round Table and sat down.

 

Elizabeth was in a very bad mood, she didn't like losing subjects to the forces of darkness no more than she liked losing them to terrorism. This bunch of machos made her do a mistake, which for now cost the lives of almost six hundred civilians and three hundred state security agents. She sighed and returned to drawing little caricatures of her generals, those who sat to this table, being "be-haided" in the courtyard of the Tower. No such luck…

 

"Now that we've returned to the conclusions of Queen Elizabeth the 1st council on the undying menace and witches, would you, after wasting so many lives admit that we NEED the Protestant Knights Order and Hellsing Institute for Occult and Esoteric phenomena?" She spoke to them in her usual composed voice, making them shudder under her heavy angry gaze. The grand-mom, that's how the public knew her. Lucky bastards the lot of them, not to know who their Monarch truly is. Margaret Thatcher was a sweet and outgoing person compared to her. And unlike Margaret, this woman could command them to commit suicide, for the English Monarchy only shared it's power via good will, and if they wanted, they might as well reinstate the Absolute Monarchy.

 

"Yes" came a chorus of dry voices and hushed whispers.

 

"Good. Albert, be so kind as to go to the Chamber Royal and release the person who's incarcerated therein. Take that person to the armory and return to his ownership his sword and pistols. Then bring that loyal subject here to have their status restored." She spoke to the chamberlain, who hurried without as much as a word to do her bidding. In this place, and only here no parliament, no media and no political interests where above the Monarch's will.

 

"Gentleman, We aren't going to do the right sort of justice with you, even if it's know to you that you deserve it. We are inclined to be merciful today, and we'll only give the knight of the realm that you've caused so much hardship upon him to come here and take revenge upon one of you in the way the knight will see fit."

 

The head of the SAS tried make his way out of the room, but the guards stationed outside pushed him back in.

 

"It's improper to try and escape one's fate. We are not amused by you, you sadden us with placing your pity standards above the safety of the realm. None of you, except chief of the MI5 and Naval Intelligence will see another term.

 

Then they sate quietly and drank tee for almost quarter of an hour, exchanging no words. Indeed the knights where sitting in a room one of them was likely not to leave alive. A knock on the door signaled the people within that the last knight arrived.

 

"All hail Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing" declared the chamberlain. Integra entered the room, dressed in a crisp Hellsing uniform with a sword and pistol in the old Dr. Abraham Hellsing gear. Her hair gathered in a ponytail, and murder in her eyes. She bowed low to the Queen, and took her place back to the door.

 

"Sir Integral, how was your stay in the Marry Guestroom?" asked the queen with a slight gleam of mischief in her eyes.

 

"It should have better ventilation, I still could have smelled the "Grosedeutechland" cigarettes of the last guest" she said, smirking, and followed her queen's gaze to the table. You'd like me to kill any of them.

 

One wink "And the next guest will have to stand for the odor of your mini-cigars" eyes going to the chief of Scotland Yard Special Forces, another wink "we'll try to see to the improvement of the accommodations." She smiled again.

 

You want the bastard dead, because of what they did to me was by his initiative, or in the time of my imprisonment he did something else to annoy you. Integra curtsied and greeted her fellow knights "How where the five months without me, thanks for the vacation by the way. I see that you didn't gotten fangs, so it might be said you where right."

 

The Queen was amused; truly she was amused by seeing a bunch of middle aged man squirm in front of a young woman. Where did the good days of my youth gone?

"Knight Integral, by the power of G-d almighty as the head of the Anglican Church both High and Low, I forgive all the sins you might have committed in the service of our Lord Christ. I reform the order of Knights Protestant and give it's command, giving you back your titles, Countess Van Hellsing, and the right to avenge yourself against one of these idiot councilors of my as you see fit".

 

"Thank you, your majesty, can I behead the SYSF commander Whiteburgh on the block of Angels and feed his useless corps to the crows of the Tower?"

 

The aformentioned chief paled and started mumbling incoherently. How could the queen allow his blood!?

 

"When do you want to carry the just sentence?"

 

"After a shock trial for treason, and responsibility for the deaths of seventy crown officers and a hundred civilians. That might be tomorrow noon, would you like a public affair or a privet affair?"

 

"This is ILLEGAL, UNCONSTITUTIONAL, I'M INNOCENT" he screamed, but it seemed that no one in the room was inclined to listen. The chiefs of NavInt and MI5 pulled out their PPK and pointed them at him, clearly enjoying the fact none of the dirt flying in the room could hit the.

 

"Public, and advertise it on TV. I'd like to see the tourists here, if that's possible, my queen?"

 

"We are inclined in your favor, van Hellsing. You can take his place at the table".

 

The guards dragged the flailing and crying massive man out, at poleax point.

 

"Besides, the Executioner of Hellsing is the call to arms for all my agents who went undercover. Would your majesty be inclined to allow my vassal one Count Vladimir of Wallachia be present as my second. He'd be honored to see you." This was very bold, and a sure sign for the new direction Knight Protestant will take henceforth. Hidden in plain sight.

 

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The gallows call with tight stretched ropes at nighttime,

Tyranny supreme on fates of man, when will it end?

Killers of the crown are crows at twilight,

They come to steal you're land, where will it end?

 

But brothers, on the wind and see,

You can hear the call,

 

Lord protector, we heath thy call,

Togather up to tyranny we'll stand, until the end.

For justice, for love of God and land,

Forever, as long as seas surround the English land,

Lord protector, we will march on.

 

The False king lost his head, and all his armies,

Freedom upon the land, never will end!

Lord protector's standards on the sea gales,

In both New and Old worlds, freest land!

 

But brothers, on wind and sea,

All now hear the call.

 

Lord protector…

 

It was noon, quarter to noon, and the court of Edward in the Tower of London was packed with tourists and media form all over the world. A public beheading in Europe, of a state official, charged with high and low Treason against the Crown and State. In Such a crowd none stood out. Victoria stood with her metal scene friends not far form the block. They where all as excited as the crows, who danced a gavotte of their own device around the block, as if to show that they still remembered and honored the old traditions of the Tower.

 

This was as colorful as royal London gets. Highlander Regiment where called to reinforce the Grenadiers in keeping the crowd, for the first time in a century doing their true role. Same went with the crows and horse guards, who where leading the man out of the tower, where he stayed for four days (it took the jury a slightly longer time to reach the verdict, and they did so without knowing the royal decree. There might not have been an execution today at all!)

 

Victoria noticed many familiar faces in the executioner's entorauge, notably the executioner herself, the Sharpener and the Second.

 

Victoria, it's good that you came, want me to scoop some blood for you as well? It's know that freshly executed blood is very tasty, if you can stand the strong smell of fear.

 

No, I don't drink blood which wasn't willingly given!

 

Just checking, to say hi to Walter and My Master for you?

 

Yep!!

 

"Psssst, guys, look at the executioner, that's Sir Integral, chief of KP, my CIC. The posh looking geezer to her right is the one I told you about who makes weird guns, Walter "Death's Angel"

 

The young women who stood by her squeezed her hand "The third guy is spooky"

 

"That's the father of all spooks, my Master."

 

"Can I ask you something about him"?

 

"Don't. If you'd ask something classified, I'll have to kill you".

 

"Why is the geezer named like them Yankee bikers?"

 

"'Cuz he's a founding member, in 1942" Victoria answered, without further thought. The procession reached the Block, and all eyes focused on it.

 

"Doesn't look that old" the Goth said, suspiciously looking geezer, like something out of an old horror movie. He was more than 16 in 1942, or so she thought. He didn't have a lesence to drive

 

…" This man had been convicted by his peers of high treason against Queen and Country, thus sentenced to death by beheading. Do you have any last requests, words, former commissioner Whitegourgh?" an Highlander officer read the verdict, finishing with the usual offer of last words. Cameras clicked alive and flashes flashed, and reporters turned on their recorders, and scribbled their pens.

 

"It's that b…umph" the former chief commissioner was silenced by a punch to the gut form the executioner, much to the enjoyment of the crowd, some of whom shouted the usual "Get the show rolling" "God save the queen" and "Kill the bastard", amounting to a totally normal public execution.

 

"By the decree of the courts, and the will of the queen, off with his head!" the officer shouted, and Alucard tied the sack over the former commissioner's head, and then pushed him onto the block, holding him down by a foot on the back. Walter shackled him to the block by his hands, and then the two of them stood back, letting Sir Helsing do her work.

 

Integra pulled her sword form the scabbards with an over-dramatic and intentionally slow motion, leveled it , held it up for the public's enjoyment, then took a couple of swings through the air to feel better the balance of the blade. No matter how bad he was, he still deserved a clean beheading. Then she placed the sword on the condemned man's neck, swung up once, then returned the sword onto his neck, then swung again, this time bringing the motion to halt with the sword over her head. The blade was already covered with blood and the head rolled off the block, to the exuberant cheer of the crowds. More cameras fleshed as a doctor came to the body and declared the execution done.

 

Integra turned to the cameras and while whipping the blood off the blade said to the battery "Queen's Own will was done".

 

Police-girl, a staff briefing will commence tomorrow 19:00 in the mansion. Don't be late

 

Thanks, master.

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The manor was lit; first sing that Death's angel was at work even when the organization was disbanded. Thirty surviving members of the Knights Protestant came and checked in for the briefing in the Chapel of St. George.

 

"In the name of… Amen" Integra opened the evening

"Amen" Answered the gathered Knights.

 

"Good evening, now I'm glad to inform you that we've got our patent back! In the time of my imprisonment in the Tower I've had some time to think of the nature and organization of our institute. Form this day onwards we don't go hunting, under we I imply the mortals. Colonel Alucard will elaborate." She stood down form the pulpit, making way to the surprised vampire.

 

Does that mean that I have to ware uniform?

 

You're given the rank Voivode. Don't expect to worm your way out of this, Al.

 

"Thank you. I'm to inform you that my clan is making their way here as we speak to join in this meeting. For the cooling and re-arming period only we will go slaying. When you are ready to return to work and this organization reinforced, you'd be organized in teams around us-undead. We are now one command structure, and as my queen was to re-instate my last rank and title, most of you would have to salute me and call me sir" the doors to the chapel swung open and two vampires entered.

 

"These are Eric and Wasjil, probationary lieutenants, together with Victoria Celes, probationary Major are the hunting and re-training team. You'd be briefed by the phone of the next developments. All dismissed" Al finished with the formal Romanian-accented voice, and the church emptied form humans, except Walter and Integra.

 

"Major Victoria, you'll now go to Heathrow Airport and receive the six Luchin form the States".

 

"Yes, My Masters!"

 

She ran of smiling.

 

What's with her, Al?

 

She's got a crush on someone for the first time since she died.

 

Whom?

 

I can't tell you that, it's not nice to mind rape someone for such simple things.

 

I'll find out for myself. Go and kill some freaks.

 

"Eric, come with me and take your damned Mosinka with you. Wasja, this is Integra Wingates Hellsing. You're to protect her and brief her on all your skills, perks and organizational genius. Help her with the paperwork, and do something you scribes do to get servants and other scribes to appear in mansions, out of thin air."

 

"Moye Polkvnyak, you know as well as I do that they appear form paper, and not thin air. That's rule two of quartermaster's book!"

 

"Integra, this is Basil Bear, my Quartermaster since 1660. No other vamp I know has his gifts, you van can talk to him any language you know, he probably knows it better. He'll keep you company. Good night, my master.

 

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Celes Victoria was more than anything surprised by the emotions seeing her master's master again caused her. That woman was something above and beyond ordinary. She hated to admit it, but the "Iron Lady" was kind of cute… are these thoughts are mine, or is Al putting them in my skull for amusement? Not likely. He's a Demon of high power, but still a good and faithful Christian at that. She drove a minibus of no special traits to the airport.

 

 

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Mosinka- The "Nougat-Mosinee 0.303" rifle was the standard issue service rifle in Finland, Russia and later the USSR up until theAK47 replaced it, almost fifty years of service. As accurate and potent as the Lee Enfield 0.303

Polkovnayk- Colonel (Plokovnik in Russian, Polish, Voivode in Romanian and South Slavic languages)

Basil Bear (Wasjili Medzved)- He's original, and somewhat important for the plot. You've wanted a reason for the word Advocate mean a lawyer and vampire? He's it. Graduate of Prague University in 1640, Magistrate for Law, advocate in Slovakia and Moravia for 20 years before he was turned a vamp, crossed his master and maker, then joined Al's work in cleansing Europe of "dirt".

 

End chapter

 

Thank D-G I finished this…