Hellsing Heir 12/?
Posted: Wed Aug 20, 2003 7:21 am
Eden, Amidala, thanks for reading. Here's the next part!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. No I don't!
Chapter XII: What the Eyes Cannot See…
"Cease fire!"
Celes looked around, trying to spot anything unusual. After the deafening roar of guns, the small village was unusually quiet again. The suddenly thick air around them smelled of gunpowder and ashes.
The small village had once been a quiet, idyllic place, but now, after two FREAKS visited it, all of its villagers were turned into ghouls. The streets that had once bustled with life were filled with mindless ghouls and littered with dead, blood-drained bodies.
"Did we get all of them?" a young member of the Royal Protestant Knights a few feet behind Celes whispered tensely to his companion as the smoky air dissipated. They were behind a broken wall, waiting for any signs of movement. The others were hiding as well, watching and waiting.
"No," Celes said. "We didn't." She absently rubbed her eyes and shook her head, trying to fight her sleepiness. This was the third village in this area that they purged this night, making it the seventh village they hit these past two days.
Someone yawned behind her. Celes stifled the urge to do the same thing. The past weeks have been hard on the whole team. She hadn't had any decent rest for a while. The fatigue was really getting into her.
Times have changed for the 'police girl'. She had grown stronger since that 'incident' with Incognito. Nowadays, she even led her own elite FREAK/undead-disposal team of humans.
"There's movement in the east corner." The voice cackled over the transceiver, but Celes heard it loud and clear. She shifted her gaze to the east corner. Sure enough, something not human was moving there. "I'm going that way," she said flatly.
Celes moved slowly and cautiously, all her senses alert. Then out of nowhere, a FREAK jumped at her.
Moving with incredible speed, Celes evaded the FREAK. Lifting her gun, she aimed at the FREAK, but not before seeing its face.
It was a young girl with curly blonde hair and green eyes. If it were not for the bared fangs and the trickle of blood at the corners of her mouth, the girl looked normal. For a moment, all Celes could do was stare. Then, when the FREAK whipped round and leapt at her, she fired.
The FREAK screeched, fell to the ground, and died a second time.
Silence once again reigned in the village. "FREAK is down," Celes said coldly through the transceiver. "Village is clear." Then without a backward glance, she headed back to her team.
*******
While Celes were busy obliterating the undead, Alexander Anderson stood in front of the huge iron gates of the Greystone estate. He gazed at the winding graveled path that led to the huge castle. So, he said to himself, this is Greystone Castle. Impressive.
It was quite easy to find out about this place. Anderson had one of his former charges at the orphanage, a reporter for a newspaper, look up any information concerning Christopher Henry Greystone.
As it turned out, Greystone was a distant cousin of the Royal Family, which probably explained why the Hellsings were close to the Crown. The man was also dead. According to his death certificate, Greystone was killed in an automobile accident. Anderson found the date of his death interesting. Eight months after Greystone's death, Christina Elizabeth Hellsing was born to Integral Wingates Hellsing.
However, there was another fact that Anderson found more interesting. It was the description of Greystone's eyes. According to one document, Greystone had reddish-brown eyes, hovering on the verge of red.
Could it be possible that Christina was really the daughter of Greystone and Integra? Or was this an elaborate farce that Hellsing put up to deceive those who try to find out Christina's real identity? Whatever the truth was, the whole matter appealed enormously to Anderson.
As soon as he pushed open the gate, he heard a familiar clicking sound. "Who are you?" a shaking voice demanded. "What are you doing here?"
Smiling serenely, Alexander turned to the source of the voice. It belonged into a man, an old man with an equally old shotgun. Probably the caretaker, Anderson guessed as he stared at the man. "Do not be alarmed, my good man. I am a man of the cloth. I am Father Alexander Anderson."
"A Catholic priest?" the man almost spat the words. "What are you doing here? This is Protestant England. We don't need any Vatican swine here."
The remark set Anderson's teeth on edge, but he decided it wasn't worth his time and effort to kill the old man. Besides, he may need this man later. "I have merely lost my way."
"Well, go find it then yourself. Get of this property."
"It's already dark. I may not be able to see my way. Is it possible to stay the night with you?"
The old man's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he stared at Anderson. Then he lowered his gun. "All right. But just for this night. I want you out of this place by dawn. I'll not have Catholic scum profaning this place." He turned his back to the Catholic priest and started walking. "Follow me."
"You're kindness is overwhelming," Anderson said through gritted teeth as he followed the man.
The old caretaker led him into a dark, heavily wooded forest. "I live alone here," the old man told the priest. "I used to have a dog, but he disappeared a while ago."
"Indeed?" Anderson said in a disinterested voice. "I–"
He stopped abruptly when he felt a sudden, but familiar malevolent presence. He looked around, all his senses alert. He carefully drew out one blessed blade out his coat, and waited.
The night was still, the air cold and thick with foreboding. A soft breeze blew by, ruffling the leaves of the trees. A crow cawed, and suddenly, a gunshot and a hoarse cry shattered the stillness of the night.
Anderson whirled around to where the caretaker was. The old man was lying on the leaf-covered ground, eyes wide with terror. A ghoul lurched towards him. His shotgun was thrown a few feet away from him.
The Iscariot priest moved so fast that his hands were a blur. In a split second, a blessed blade impaled itself on the ghoul's chest. There was a guttural cry, and the ghoul exploded into dust.
The ghoul wasn't alone. Several more stepped out of the shadows of the trees, heading their way.
Anderson smiled to himself. Drawing out his blessed blades and wielding his Biblical magic, he set about to destroy the ghouls.
*******
In another place, Integral Wingates Hellsing was watching a FREAK chip factory burn down. Her blue eyes glowed as she stared into the dancing flames. Behind her, Christina Elizabeth Hellsing took one look at the conflagration in front of her before swiftly turning away. She walked back towards the helicopter behind her.
Alucard appeared out of the shadows, and stood behind Integra. "Does the fire amuse you, Master?" he asked in his mocking voice, baiting her.
Integra did not reply. She glanced over her shoulder and stared at her daughter's retreating figure. Then she looked back at the flames.
"Or perhaps you are trying to warm yourself from the sudden cold," Alucard said shrewdly, also casting a glance at Christina.
"It is none of your business, Alucard. Let's leave this place." Turning on her heel, Integra started towards the helicopter where Christina was.
"It is not healthy to Hellsing for the leader and her heir to fight with each other."
Integra abruptly stopped walking and swung around to face Alucard. Her ice-blue eyes were filled with loathing. "You are in no position to tell me that, vampire," she said in a quiet, deadly voice, her face expressionless "My daughter and I know our duty. It would do you well to remember yours as well."
"As you say, Master." He bowed mockingly, then disappeared into the shadows.
Integra resumed walking, though she was furious. How dare Alucard imply that she was forgetting her duty! She was Integral Wingates Hellsing, and to her, duty was as natural as breathing. Her duty to protect England and to run Hellsing preceded everything, even her duty as a mother.
As she approached the helicopter, she found herself gazing at her teenage daughter. She and Christina hadn't been in good terms since Integra told her the name of her father and other information concerning him. For some strange reason, Christina almost seemed to resent knowing about her father.
I should have not been a mother, Integra thought, not for the first time since she gave birth to Christina. I'm not suited for it. She had dedicated almost all of her life being the leader of Hellsing, leaving little time for her to focus to other 'pursuits', such as motherhood. So it wasn’t really a surprise that she found dealing with the undead easier than dealing with Christina. Raising Christina involved complexities Integra found disconcerting.
When she boarded the helicopter, the burning factory suddenly exploded with such force that she was thrown forward. She would have fallen to the helicopter's floor if Christina had not caught her. "Are you all right, Mother?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Integra nodded, carefully dislodging herself from her daughter's grasp. Looking up, she saw Christina looking at her, a strange expression in her scarlet eyes. Then, as if remembering something, her daughter abruptly turned away.
That bothered Integra, but before she could contemplate further on the matter, one of her soldiers shouted to her, "Lord Hellsing! We've received some disturbing news!"
"What is it?" she shouted over the noise of the helicopter blades as the helicopter prepared to lift off.
"The Harkers were attacked by ghouls a few moments ago! They are requesting immediate assistance!"
*******
Rachel Marie Kent sat in a chair in her room in the Harker mansion, her eyes staring at the picture of her family. She was not bothered by the screams and gunshots coming from outside. For the first time in many years, she was completely calm.
They have come for me.
Then she smiled, the first time in many weeks.
Rachel was not afraid to die. Wasn't that strange? She was a coward most of the time, a frightened flighty girl, but now, she wasn't. She lifted her chin, her violet eyes unnaturally bright. Let them come.
What do I have to live for? Her parents were dead, brutally killed. Her stepbrother was dead as well, devoured by a vampire. All the people she cared about were dead. What is there to live for?
Grief threatened to overwhelm her. She and her stepbrother were close. Raised together since the age of five, the two of them were inseparable. She had adored him, although he could be weird sometimes, but now, he was dead. Gone from this earth.
There was another shriek of fear, this time coming behind her door. She almost bolted then, but stopped herself. She will not run away this time.
The doors were opened with such force that they were ripped from their hinges. They were flung a few feet away. A shower of splinters fell on a trembling Rachel. She covered her head with her hands.
When she lifted her head, he was standing by the door. He was still as handsome as ever, his long blonde hair falling across one shoulder. He smiled at her, a smile full of malice.
As he approached, Rachel found herself frozen in her seat, watching his approach with fascination. When he was finally beside her, he said in his melodious voice, "Hello again."
"Please kill me," she whimpered, looking straight into his eyes. "Please. Now."
Suddenly, the vampire laughed. He stroked her hair. "Oh, no, my dear Miss Rachel. I have other plans for you." Without another word, he sank his teeth into Rachel's delicate neck.
~T.B.C.~
Freetalk, part two: I'm sorry this took so goddamned long. As promised, more of Anderson and A x I. Notice that Christina isn't doing much in this chapter. She's been begging me for a break, so I gave it to her. She'll be truly back next chapter, probably sporting a tan. *grumbles*
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing. No I don't!
Chapter XII: What the Eyes Cannot See…
"Cease fire!"
Celes looked around, trying to spot anything unusual. After the deafening roar of guns, the small village was unusually quiet again. The suddenly thick air around them smelled of gunpowder and ashes.
The small village had once been a quiet, idyllic place, but now, after two FREAKS visited it, all of its villagers were turned into ghouls. The streets that had once bustled with life were filled with mindless ghouls and littered with dead, blood-drained bodies.
"Did we get all of them?" a young member of the Royal Protestant Knights a few feet behind Celes whispered tensely to his companion as the smoky air dissipated. They were behind a broken wall, waiting for any signs of movement. The others were hiding as well, watching and waiting.
"No," Celes said. "We didn't." She absently rubbed her eyes and shook her head, trying to fight her sleepiness. This was the third village in this area that they purged this night, making it the seventh village they hit these past two days.
Someone yawned behind her. Celes stifled the urge to do the same thing. The past weeks have been hard on the whole team. She hadn't had any decent rest for a while. The fatigue was really getting into her.
Times have changed for the 'police girl'. She had grown stronger since that 'incident' with Incognito. Nowadays, she even led her own elite FREAK/undead-disposal team of humans.
"There's movement in the east corner." The voice cackled over the transceiver, but Celes heard it loud and clear. She shifted her gaze to the east corner. Sure enough, something not human was moving there. "I'm going that way," she said flatly.
Celes moved slowly and cautiously, all her senses alert. Then out of nowhere, a FREAK jumped at her.
Moving with incredible speed, Celes evaded the FREAK. Lifting her gun, she aimed at the FREAK, but not before seeing its face.
It was a young girl with curly blonde hair and green eyes. If it were not for the bared fangs and the trickle of blood at the corners of her mouth, the girl looked normal. For a moment, all Celes could do was stare. Then, when the FREAK whipped round and leapt at her, she fired.
The FREAK screeched, fell to the ground, and died a second time.
Silence once again reigned in the village. "FREAK is down," Celes said coldly through the transceiver. "Village is clear." Then without a backward glance, she headed back to her team.
*******
While Celes were busy obliterating the undead, Alexander Anderson stood in front of the huge iron gates of the Greystone estate. He gazed at the winding graveled path that led to the huge castle. So, he said to himself, this is Greystone Castle. Impressive.
It was quite easy to find out about this place. Anderson had one of his former charges at the orphanage, a reporter for a newspaper, look up any information concerning Christopher Henry Greystone.
As it turned out, Greystone was a distant cousin of the Royal Family, which probably explained why the Hellsings were close to the Crown. The man was also dead. According to his death certificate, Greystone was killed in an automobile accident. Anderson found the date of his death interesting. Eight months after Greystone's death, Christina Elizabeth Hellsing was born to Integral Wingates Hellsing.
However, there was another fact that Anderson found more interesting. It was the description of Greystone's eyes. According to one document, Greystone had reddish-brown eyes, hovering on the verge of red.
Could it be possible that Christina was really the daughter of Greystone and Integra? Or was this an elaborate farce that Hellsing put up to deceive those who try to find out Christina's real identity? Whatever the truth was, the whole matter appealed enormously to Anderson.
As soon as he pushed open the gate, he heard a familiar clicking sound. "Who are you?" a shaking voice demanded. "What are you doing here?"
Smiling serenely, Alexander turned to the source of the voice. It belonged into a man, an old man with an equally old shotgun. Probably the caretaker, Anderson guessed as he stared at the man. "Do not be alarmed, my good man. I am a man of the cloth. I am Father Alexander Anderson."
"A Catholic priest?" the man almost spat the words. "What are you doing here? This is Protestant England. We don't need any Vatican swine here."
The remark set Anderson's teeth on edge, but he decided it wasn't worth his time and effort to kill the old man. Besides, he may need this man later. "I have merely lost my way."
"Well, go find it then yourself. Get of this property."
"It's already dark. I may not be able to see my way. Is it possible to stay the night with you?"
The old man's eyes narrowed with suspicion as he stared at Anderson. Then he lowered his gun. "All right. But just for this night. I want you out of this place by dawn. I'll not have Catholic scum profaning this place." He turned his back to the Catholic priest and started walking. "Follow me."
"You're kindness is overwhelming," Anderson said through gritted teeth as he followed the man.
The old caretaker led him into a dark, heavily wooded forest. "I live alone here," the old man told the priest. "I used to have a dog, but he disappeared a while ago."
"Indeed?" Anderson said in a disinterested voice. "I–"
He stopped abruptly when he felt a sudden, but familiar malevolent presence. He looked around, all his senses alert. He carefully drew out one blessed blade out his coat, and waited.
The night was still, the air cold and thick with foreboding. A soft breeze blew by, ruffling the leaves of the trees. A crow cawed, and suddenly, a gunshot and a hoarse cry shattered the stillness of the night.
Anderson whirled around to where the caretaker was. The old man was lying on the leaf-covered ground, eyes wide with terror. A ghoul lurched towards him. His shotgun was thrown a few feet away from him.
The Iscariot priest moved so fast that his hands were a blur. In a split second, a blessed blade impaled itself on the ghoul's chest. There was a guttural cry, and the ghoul exploded into dust.
The ghoul wasn't alone. Several more stepped out of the shadows of the trees, heading their way.
Anderson smiled to himself. Drawing out his blessed blades and wielding his Biblical magic, he set about to destroy the ghouls.
*******
In another place, Integral Wingates Hellsing was watching a FREAK chip factory burn down. Her blue eyes glowed as she stared into the dancing flames. Behind her, Christina Elizabeth Hellsing took one look at the conflagration in front of her before swiftly turning away. She walked back towards the helicopter behind her.
Alucard appeared out of the shadows, and stood behind Integra. "Does the fire amuse you, Master?" he asked in his mocking voice, baiting her.
Integra did not reply. She glanced over her shoulder and stared at her daughter's retreating figure. Then she looked back at the flames.
"Or perhaps you are trying to warm yourself from the sudden cold," Alucard said shrewdly, also casting a glance at Christina.
"It is none of your business, Alucard. Let's leave this place." Turning on her heel, Integra started towards the helicopter where Christina was.
"It is not healthy to Hellsing for the leader and her heir to fight with each other."
Integra abruptly stopped walking and swung around to face Alucard. Her ice-blue eyes were filled with loathing. "You are in no position to tell me that, vampire," she said in a quiet, deadly voice, her face expressionless "My daughter and I know our duty. It would do you well to remember yours as well."
"As you say, Master." He bowed mockingly, then disappeared into the shadows.
Integra resumed walking, though she was furious. How dare Alucard imply that she was forgetting her duty! She was Integral Wingates Hellsing, and to her, duty was as natural as breathing. Her duty to protect England and to run Hellsing preceded everything, even her duty as a mother.
As she approached the helicopter, she found herself gazing at her teenage daughter. She and Christina hadn't been in good terms since Integra told her the name of her father and other information concerning him. For some strange reason, Christina almost seemed to resent knowing about her father.
I should have not been a mother, Integra thought, not for the first time since she gave birth to Christina. I'm not suited for it. She had dedicated almost all of her life being the leader of Hellsing, leaving little time for her to focus to other 'pursuits', such as motherhood. So it wasn’t really a surprise that she found dealing with the undead easier than dealing with Christina. Raising Christina involved complexities Integra found disconcerting.
When she boarded the helicopter, the burning factory suddenly exploded with such force that she was thrown forward. She would have fallen to the helicopter's floor if Christina had not caught her. "Are you all right, Mother?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.
Integra nodded, carefully dislodging herself from her daughter's grasp. Looking up, she saw Christina looking at her, a strange expression in her scarlet eyes. Then, as if remembering something, her daughter abruptly turned away.
That bothered Integra, but before she could contemplate further on the matter, one of her soldiers shouted to her, "Lord Hellsing! We've received some disturbing news!"
"What is it?" she shouted over the noise of the helicopter blades as the helicopter prepared to lift off.
"The Harkers were attacked by ghouls a few moments ago! They are requesting immediate assistance!"
*******
Rachel Marie Kent sat in a chair in her room in the Harker mansion, her eyes staring at the picture of her family. She was not bothered by the screams and gunshots coming from outside. For the first time in many years, she was completely calm.
They have come for me.
Then she smiled, the first time in many weeks.
Rachel was not afraid to die. Wasn't that strange? She was a coward most of the time, a frightened flighty girl, but now, she wasn't. She lifted her chin, her violet eyes unnaturally bright. Let them come.
What do I have to live for? Her parents were dead, brutally killed. Her stepbrother was dead as well, devoured by a vampire. All the people she cared about were dead. What is there to live for?
Grief threatened to overwhelm her. She and her stepbrother were close. Raised together since the age of five, the two of them were inseparable. She had adored him, although he could be weird sometimes, but now, he was dead. Gone from this earth.
There was another shriek of fear, this time coming behind her door. She almost bolted then, but stopped herself. She will not run away this time.
The doors were opened with such force that they were ripped from their hinges. They were flung a few feet away. A shower of splinters fell on a trembling Rachel. She covered her head with her hands.
When she lifted her head, he was standing by the door. He was still as handsome as ever, his long blonde hair falling across one shoulder. He smiled at her, a smile full of malice.
As he approached, Rachel found herself frozen in her seat, watching his approach with fascination. When he was finally beside her, he said in his melodious voice, "Hello again."
"Please kill me," she whimpered, looking straight into his eyes. "Please. Now."
Suddenly, the vampire laughed. He stroked her hair. "Oh, no, my dear Miss Rachel. I have other plans for you." Without another word, he sank his teeth into Rachel's delicate neck.
~T.B.C.~
Freetalk, part two: I'm sorry this took so goddamned long. As promised, more of Anderson and A x I. Notice that Christina isn't doing much in this chapter. She's been begging me for a break, so I gave it to her. She'll be truly back next chapter, probably sporting a tan. *grumbles*
Do you think that she's showing us how she was hoping Alucard was her father? Perhaps, and the suspence is killing me!