The Hellsing Heir 16/19

[melrose_stormhaven]

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing. Come on, it's the holidays. Don't sue.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!!

This fan fiction is dedicated to Damned Caeli and Momo. Duria, Eden, this is for you as well.

Chapter XVI: Sweet Deceptions

The soft summer grass was moist with beads of early morning dew as Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing slowly treaded upon it, the bottom of her light-brown pants damp from the contact with dew. As the gentle morning sun slowly rose into the clear blue sky, its bright rays touched the dew-covered grass, turning the dewdrops into tiny, rainbow-colored jewels that glittered in the sunlight.

"It's beautiful." Integra heard Celes say from behind her. Celes's youthful voice had a tinge of amazement in them as she spoke. "I didn't know there was a place like this in Hellsing. It's so peaceful here."

David Bradford, Walter's nephew, laughed softly. "I know what you mean, Miss Celes. Well, I think that's why my uncle chose this place for his burial ground." David paused, and when he spoke there was a tinge of sadness in his voice. "Besides, he always said he wanted to rest on Hellsing ground. I think this is the best place for him to be buried."

Integral had to agree with them. She looked around. It was a beautiful place, a land of gentle rolling hills covered with green, sweet-scented grass. Clumps of trees dotted the land and multicolored wildflowers were scattered all over the place. As a soft, warm breeze gently ruffled Integra's hair, a sense of peace and quiet settled over her. Yes, Walter would have liked to be buried here.

"Lord Hellsing?" At the mention of her name, Integral turned.

The vicar of the Hellsing church, the Reverend Julius Cardew, stood behind Integral. He gently touched her shoulder. He was a kindly old man of the Protestant faith, Hellsing's spiritual guardian for more than fifty years, since the time of Integral's father. He was also a stout man with a stout heart. He had the feel of quiet dignity about him, with his white hair and beard and solemn brown eyes. Not many reverends stayed in Hellsing for very obvious reasons. The vicar was now looking at her with a eyes filled with profound sadness. Walter had been a good friend of the vicar for many years, and now, Walter was dead.

He was murdered by that foul vampire. Integral felt white-hot rage course though her veins as she thought of Adrian. How she wanted to kill him herself using only her bare hands. She would have done that, had he not escaped from them again. She vaguely remembered the stream of curses she let out in her fury when Alucard informed her that Adrian had turned into a mist, and vanished from his sight.

Integral had loved Walter like a second father. He had guided him during the early years of her leadership, assisted her in every possible way. He even died to protect her and her daughter from Adrian and his minions.

Later that night after Christina and her friend was rescued, Walter's headless body had been found sprawled in the grounds of the ruins where Adrian had brought Christina. He was lying spread-eagled inside a pentagram of blood, his strong, wrinkled hands still clenching tightly his wires, his clothes and the ground he was lying on was soaked red with his blood. It was all Integral could do to keep herself from gagging at the sight and the smell of the scene before her. Later, Celes had told her the place was another power spot. Celes had tried to warn Walter, but it had been too late. Adrian had probably used Walter's blood to summon the energy in that place.

"Lord Hellsing?" the reverend called again, louder this time. "Shall we begin the ceremony?"

Snapping out of her reverie, Integral nodded. She smiled slightly at the reverend. "Forgive me. I was merely remembering the past."

The reverend nodded, a sympathetic look in his blue eyes. "It is a sad day for all of us. Walter was a good man. He served Hellsing with his whole heart and soul."

Integra blinked back the tears in her eyes. "He was a great man," she said softly. She glanced at the people around her; all of them were dressed in varying hues of grays and blacks–the colors of mourning. They had come here to witness Walter's funeral, to watch his body laid to its final rest.

"Lord Hellsing, where is the Lady Christina? I don't see her here," the reverend remarked as he looked around. There was a worried frown on his face. "I trust she is well."

"My daughter is not feeling well right now," Integral replied smoothly. "The trip to the castle has exhausted her. Christina's resting now, along with her best friend, Anna Katrina Rothschild."

The reverend bobbed his head up and down. "I will pray for their quick recovery."

"Thank you," Integral said with a grateful smile, but deep inside, she was worried. Christina had not spoken to her since they arrived home from Greystone Castle. When Integral asked her if she were all right, Christina only smiled at her, and then left for her room, bringing a wild-eyed Anna with her.

Something happened to her daughter in those several minutes that they were apart, Integra was sure of it. Her instincts told her so. However, she didn't know what the bloody hell it was. Only her daughter could say, and right now, Christina wasn't saying anything.

As Integral took her place beside the vicar, a young man clad in an expensive-looking suit caught her eye. It was Michael Jonathan Harker. He stood not far from her, holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

At the sight of the young knight, Integral remembered the photograph she took from Joseph Harker's desk. Joseph and Christopher together, perhaps as friends. Christopher never once mentioned that he was a friend of Harker. She shook her head. She never fully knew her husband. And she and her daughter had paid a very dear price for that shortcoming.

*******

Christina Elizabeth Hellsing stood in front of the wide French windows in her room, gazing outside. Morning sunlight streamed into her room, bathing her in its soft, golden glow. Without thinking, she threw open the windows. A soft summer breeze rushed in the room, ruffling her hair, the white curtains brushing softly against her cheek. A small sad smile touched her lips. Such a beautiful day…

She glanced at her arm, which was glowing with the morning light. It doesn't burn, like a vampire's flesh should…but then again, I am only part-vampire, aren't I? Only half as vile and disgusting as a pure one…

"Chris?"

Christina turned. Anna Katrina Rothschild, her best friend, sat on her bed, dressed in Christina's sleeping clothes. She was rubbing her eyes, yawning all the while. Her auburn hair tumbled down her shoulders in a fiery mass and her green eyes were cloudy with sleep. Christina had insisted that Anna stayed with her in the Hellsing manor for her own protection. After the events these past days, Anna was more than eager to agree.

"Did you sleep well?" Christina asked her, walking towards her.

Anna shook her head. "No. I kept on dreaming about–about Rachel and what happened in the castle." Her voice trembled as she spoke and she clenched the cream-colored sheets tightly. A tear slid down her cheek. "Rachel–she–she–"

"That wasn't Rachel we saw in the castle, Kat," Christina said in a quiet, soothing voice. She sat on a chair beside the bed and took Anna's hand. It was as cold as ice. "It had Rachel's form, body and voice, but it wasn't Rachel. You saw what happened when I shot it. Humans don't turn into ashes when shot. That wasn't Rachel. The real Rachel is dead, Kat." And I might as well have been the one who killed her. It was all my fault.

Anna nodded. "It's just that what happened there…in that castle…it's just hideous! I can't stand it!"

Christina squeezed her best friend's hand. "I know." Though she tried to sympathize with her best friend, Christina couldn't help resenting Anna's attitude. What did Anna know of hideous things? She didn't shoot Rachel and reduced her to dust. She didn't find out that she was part-vampire and that her mother had been lying to her all these years. What right did Anna have to act like she was the tragic victim? Yes, she did see Adrian. Yes, she did see Rachel disintegrate into nothingness, but it had happened to Christina, too, but she didn't whine about it. Whining was a sign of weakness, and Christina Elizabeth Hellsing was never weak. Unconsciously, she shot Anna a look of pure hatred, her scarlet eyes glittering with anger.

"Chris?" Anna asked in an anxious voice, noting the sudden fierce look Christina directed at her.

You don't understand anything. You're my best friend, but you don't know me. You snivel about what happened to you, not knowing or caring what happened to me. You don't care about me. No one cares. Not you. Not even my mother. No one cares.

"Chris? Are you all right?" Anna asked, more urgently this time. She shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

Christina mentally shook herself and firmly pushed those harsh thoughts away. I'm being unfair. Kat and I aren't subject to comparison. She smiled comfortingly at Anna. "I'm quite fine. I was just thinking of something."

Anna smiled sadly at her. She tightened her grip on Chris's hand. "You're not telling the truth, Chris. Something's wrong. Something happened to you in that castle." Her brows knitted together. "What were we doing in that place, anyway? Who owns it?"

"I suppose I do," she found herself saying.

Her best friend's eyes widened with astonishment. "You own that place? But I don't–"

"Actually, it belongs to my father, the Earl of Greyhall, Christopher Henry Greystone."

"Your fat–but wait, I thought–"

It was Christina's turn to smile sadly at a confused Anna. "It's a long story, Kat. Someday, I'll tell you about it." She gently disengaged her hand from Anna. "I'm sorry about what happened in the castle. You shouldn't have gotten involved in it. It had nothing to do with you." And everything to do with me…

Silence reigned in the room for a moment. Christina could hear the faint roar of a car from outside. That would probably be her mother coming home from Walter's funeral.

Walter. Thoughts of the dead loyal retainer to Hellsing brought unshed tears to her eyes. Walter had always been so kind to her. She remembered that she used to drive him wild with worry whenever he couldn't find her when they played the game hide-and-seek.

He had been like a grandfather to her, and now, he was dead, murdered by Adrian a few hours before he met with her. Her hands clenched unconsciously as she remembered the moment she saw her mother cradling Walter's head in her arms, the retainer's eyes wide and staring...strings of blood dripping on the ground.

I will make him pay dearly for everything he has done to my friends and family, she vowed silently, a fierce look on her face.

"Chris, there's something I want to ask you," Anna said, her voice making Christina snap out of her reverie. Anna leaned over, glancing furtively around the room. Then she asked in a hushed voice, "Who was that man who gave the gun to you? Moreover, where did he come from? All I saw were bats…and then he was just…there."

"Oh. Him. That was Alucard." Christina replied as casually as she could. She closed her eyes, refusing to think about Alucard and her true relationship with him. She already had enough to deal with right now.

"Alucard?" echoed Anna. "What an unusual name. Who is he? Is he a bodyguard of yours?"

"You can call him that, I guess, but it is more complicated than that." Christina took a deep breath. "Remember what they used to these me back when we were younger?"

Anna nodded. "Yes. They called you the vampire slayer. They called you that because they thought you were related to Abraham Van Helsing, the man in Bram Stoker's novel who helped kill Drac–" She stopped abruptly and her eyes went as wide as saucers. "You cannot be serious!" she blurted out, staring in disbelief at her best friend. "Dracula was pure fiction!"

Christina gave her best friend a small, amused smile. She raised a slim eyebrow as she said archly, "And I suppose Adrian's existence and what happened to us are fiction as well?"

Her best friend just continued to gaze numbly at her. "You mean to say that this Alucard is Dracula, that Stoker's novel isn't fiction and that you're a descendant of Abraham Van Helsing?"

"Oh, something quite like that," Christina said lightly. "Alucard is actually our family's servant–slave, to be more specific. For more than a hundred years, the Hellsing family has been battling the undead to protect England."

"My God! I don't believe this!" Anna exclaimed, a look of utter shock in her face. "Chris, who just the bloody hell really are you?"

"The heir to Hellsing," replied Christina, her lips curving into a small, feral smile.

*******

"I give you my sincerest condolences, Lord Hellsing. I know what it is like to lose a loved one, having lost one just recently," Michael Jonathan Harker said as soon as he and Integral entered the study.

Her face expressionless, Integral replied calmly, "Thank you." She stood behind her desk, silently assessing the young man standing in front of her. Dressed in sober gray, Michael Harker seemed to have aged a lifetime. Silver strands streaked his once dark hair, and a week-old growth of stubble covered his chin. There was a wary, tired look in his eyes, and his shoulders stooped ever so slightly.

Michael smiled thinly at her answer, his gray eyes narrowed. "However, I don't think it's my condolences you want right now. What can I do for you, Lord Hellsing?"

Integral frowned, disliking the young Harker's attitude. However, she took out the photograph and handed it to Michael. "I want to ask you if you know the identity of the man beside your father."

Michael took the photograph from Integra and stared long and hard at it. He frowned and looked up at Integral. "This photograph was in my father’s desk. How did you get this?" he asked, cocking his head to one side. When Integral remained silent, he smiled wryly and said, "His name is Christopher Henry Greystone. According to my father, he and Christopher were best of friends since their schooldays in Eton. I believe he died several months before I was born. He’s also the owner of the castle and estate you visited a few days ago."

"I see." As the Keeper of the Codes, the head of the Order’s intelligence, Michael Harker was supposed to be well-informed about the activities of those in the Order and of the Undead. Integral was not overly surprised that the young lord found out about that little piece of information about the castle and her subsequent 'visit' to it, just merely annoyed.

Michael leaned forward, a curious gleam in his silver eyes. "May I ask, as a fellow member of the Knights of the Round Table, why Hellsing is so interested with Greystone and why you were in his castle?"

Integral’s temper flared at his impertinent questions, but she gave no outward signs. She merely gave him a small smile. "Merely a routine checking. The investigations on your father’s death and the attack on your home are still ongoing. As for the castle, we received reports that ghouls and FREAKS were spotted there." Integral didn’t explain further. How dare you question me, the head of Hellsing? You have no right. You, a mere child playing the role of an adult, know nothing of the seriousness of our duties, nor do you care. You are truly your father’s son.

"I see." Michael handed her back the photograph. Integral impassively took it. Settling back into the chair, he asked casually. "Where are Christina and Anna? I heard they are here."

"My daughter and Miss Rothschild are still resting. I do not think they wish to be disturbed." Knowing her daughter, Integral knew Christina would not be very pleased to see Michael Jonathan Harker.

Michael smiled slightly. "Then I will not disturb them. Please give them my best regards. Christina must be devastated with Walter's death. Goodbye, Lord Hellsing. May the blessings of God and the King be with you. Amen." With a dignified bow, Michael Jonathan Harker left Integral's study.

*******

Celes carefully opened another page of another thick ancient tome, gingerly holding the brittle, yellowed page with her fingertips. Scanning its contents with inhuman speed, she flipped it over with another disappointed sigh. It wasn't there.

"Tough luck, Miss Celes?" David Bradford asked her as he entered the library, carrying a tray of a pack of medical blood and a cup. Carefully setting it on a nearby table, David glanced at the book she was studying. "Spells of Enchantment. An interesting book."

"But utterly useless." Celes abruptly slammed the book shut, raising a thick cloud of dust. "Damn it, this must be the hundredth book I've consulted, but I've yet to turn out anything that we could use against Adrian." She clenched her fists in frustration. I have to find out something! I can't let what happened to Walter happen to others as well, she thought bitterly. My warning came too late. If I had warned Walter earlier, he would still be alive today. She mentally shook her head. There was no use in thinking that way. She turned to David. "How is Miss Christina and her friend."

"They've just woken up. I believe they're having breakfast in Lady Christina's room," David replied.

"Not anymore," Christina said sharply when she pushed the doors open as she entered the library. Celes and David stared at her, surprised at the angry, determined look on the Hellsing heir's face.

Trailing behind Christina was her best friend, Anna Katrina Rothschild. Anna gave Celes a hesitant wave and smile. "We're here to help you," Christina announced in a hard voice. "I want to find a way to obliterate every single molecule of Adrian from the face of this earth. I plan to make him suffer for what he did."

"So do I, Miss Christina." She held up another old book. "I think we should start with this."

An hour later, Anna looked up from her book and looked at Celes. "You mentioned earlier that Adrian was 'opening' certain power spots to draw out the energy within them."

Celes bobbed her head up and down. "Uh, huh."

Anna frowned thoughtfully. "Well, isn't logical that if you can open a power spot, you can also close it? What I mean is–" she broke off when she saw everyone was staring at her. She blushed. "Maybe I'm uh, wrong–"

Celes shook her head. "No. You're quite right. If there were a way to open a power spot, then there must be a way to close it."

Christina glanced at the bookshelves. "All we need now is the right incantation. That might be useful. We could use it to stop Adrian from drawing more power." She clenched her hands into tight fists. "I still don't get it why Adrian is doing all of this. Granted he wants more power, but what for? He may be trying to summon something, but as for what it is, we don't know."

Christina slammed her palm on the book she had been reading. "It's frustrating. He seems to know what he's doing, but we don't. It's like he's always in offense, while we end up in defense. We can't act against him until he acts against us."

"Being in a defensive position isn't exactly a bad thing, Chris," Anna pointed out.

"Not in this case, Kat. We need to know what he's doing to effectively stop him and whoever's behind him." Christina sighed. "However, since we don't, we might as well busy ourselves with what we know, so let's get find that incantation, shall we?"

*******

Integral leaned back on her chair, stifling a yawn. Glancing at her watch, she noted it was nearly midnight. She had been working on her paperwork, burying herself in them so that she might forget, even for a while, that Walter was dead. She wanted to be so tired that the moment she dropped to her bed she would fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

"You should get some sleep, Mother."

Integral started at the voice; she was so surprised. She stood up. "Christina? Is that you?"

"Who else could it be, Mother?" returned Christina, sounding amused. "We're you expecting Alucard?"

Integral glanced around her study, trying to find Christina. "Where are you?"

"In the shadows, Mother." As soon as Christina said those words, she stepped out of the darkness. She wore a wine-colored turtleneck sweater paired with a pair of jeans. Integral could clearly see the way the shadows parted like smoky silk curtains to slowly reveal her daughter's body. Integral let out a soft gasp.

Their eyes met, scarlet clashing with blue, and in that instant, seeing the bleak look in Christina's eyes, Integral knew that her daughter, after all these years of secrets and deceptions, knew about her true identity. Integral couldn't lie to her this time, nor could she weave deceptive tales as she always did.

"Why did you lie?" Christina spoke softly, quietly. She walked slowly towards her mother with quick, but light steps, hardly making a sound against the smooth marble floor. Tendrils of shadows followed her, brushing against her clothes.

"I didn't lie to you," Integral replied calmly, though her heart was pounding.

Christina lips twitched into a small wry smile. She stopped just a foot or two in front of Integral. "Perhaps you technically didn't. However, you concealed certain truths from me, twisted them. I knew you were telling the truth when you told me Christopher Greystone was my father, but that wasn't the whole truth, wasn't it? There was a missing piece, and that missing piece was Alucard." She paused for a moment, then gazed intently at her mother. "He did something to me, didn't he? To you as well, I believe."

"How did you know?" Then it came to Integral. "Adrian."

"I'm not inclined to believe everything Adrian said to me, but it was he who pointed out certain things to me. Like how can I slip into the dark or pass through shadowy walls, or how can I heal so fast." She shook her head. "Even if he didn't point it out, I would have found out on my own. Did you really think I wouldn't notice how different I am from normal people, Mother?"

There was a long silence between mother and daughter. Finally, Christina spoke up again, her tone bitter. "So, how did it happen? How was the noble and pure Hellsing blood tainted by its pet vampire?" Again, Christina focused her gaze at Integral.

Integral forced herself to recount the story. How she and her husband was ambushed, how she was near the point of death, but Alucard had intervene by giving her his blood, therefore saving her and making her unborn child half-vampire.

Her face expressionless, Christina listened attentively as Integral told her tale. When Integral was finished, Christina asked, "Why did you lie?"

"Whatever I did, Christina, I did it to protect you."

"To protect me?" Christina said harshly. "From myself? From Alucard? From the Knights of the Round Table?" She laughed bitterly. "I'll tell you what your lies and deceptions cost me. You made me hate myself."

"Christina," Integral began, but Christina cut her off.

"All my life, you taught me to hate their kind. Remember those times when you used to take me your study for 'lessons? You always told me vampires were despicable monsters, always craving for blood–damned creatures…and yet you knew that I was part-vampire." Suddenly, Christina's eyes were filled with sadness. "How could you do that to me, Mother? God, did you hate me so much that you taught me to hate myself? Do you know how I feel right now? I feel so disgusted with myself. I feel so…dirty! So damned!"

Then, her eyes hardened like blood rubies as the sadness was replaced with anger. "I was never your daughter for you, was I? I was just the heir to Hellsing–a thing, an institution. Tell me, mother, if you hadn't been the head of Hellsing, if I weren't the heir to it, would you have kept me alive under the circumstances?"

Integral opened her mouth to deny Christina's accusations, but she suddenly remembered the words she said when she found out what Alucard did to her and to her unborn child.

"Would you harm your own babe, Integra?" Alucard had asked her.

"I DO NOT CARE!" Integra had shouted back. "Better that it die, rather than I give birth to a–a monster!"

Integral forced herself to meet her daughter's. Christina must have tapped into her mind, because her scarlet eyes were filled with loathing. "Christina…" Integral began, lifting her hand, reaching out to her daughter.

Christina took a step back, out of Integral's reach. "Don't touch me. Oh, God, don't touch me," she sobbed out. "You wouldn't want to something as filthy as a part-vampire to soil you, wouldn't you, Lord Hellsing?"

Integral flinched. She never thought her title could sound so cold.

Christina raised her tear-streaked face, her mouth drawn into a tight, grim line. "Don't worry. I'll still fulfill my duties as the Hellsing heir. Right now, it wouldn't do for us to fight. However, after Adrian's gone, expect some changes." She bowed. "By your leave, Lord Hellsing. Good night." Without another word, she left.

Integral stood in her study alone, surrounded by the darkness, oblivious to everything, even to the hot tears that fell down to her cheeks.

*******

"I knew you would come, little one," Alucard said as he sat in his chair, in his cell in the Hellsing dungeons.

"I don't know what I should feel about you," Christina said as she stepped out of the darkness. She stood in front of Alucard, her hands on her hips. "Part of me wants to kill you–and I can, you know."

"However…." Christina could see Alucard smirking at her.

"However, I do not think your demise would be beneficial to Hellsing right now." Her eyes narrowed. "Why did you do it? Was this part of your plan when you 'joined' Hellsing?"

The smirk disappeared from Alucard's face. "It was part of my plans…."

"However," it was Christina's turn to smirk. "It didn't go as you had planned."

Alucard only grinned at her. "So, little one, now that you know who you are, what will you do?"

"I don't know as of y–" The words were barely out of her mouth when something that felt like a blow hit her. Glancing at Alucard's frown, she knew he felt it too. Their eyes met.

Integral. Danger.

They arrived at the study through the shadows. As soon as they stepped into the room, Christina knew something was very wrong. She looked around.

Every glass in the room, from the glass windows to the glass ashtray her mother used was shattered. Shards of glass lay on the floor, and alarms were blaring loudly, but not quite as loud as the ones in Christina's head. The room was empty. Integral was not there. She turned to Alucard.

"I cannot sense her presence in this room," Alucard replied to her unspoken question.

Christina walked around the room, not minding the sharp pieces of glass on the floor. She went to her mother's table and closed her eyes. There was a lingering, familiar aura in the study that did not belong to her mother, but to someone else, someone sinister. She opened her eyes. "Adrian. It's him."

Alucard nodded in acknowledgement, but judging at the look in his eyes, he already knew. There was a feral smile on his lips.

Just then, the door of the study burst open, showering them with splinters of wood. Several long and sharp objects were hurled into the air. Christina dodged them by dropping to the floor. Alucard evaded them. Christina lifted her head to find out who it was. Her eyes widened with disbelief.

Father Alexander Anderson of the Iscariot stood in front of the splintered door, clad in his priestly garb. On both hands, he held swords. His eyes roamed around, his gaze finally focusing on her and Alucard. "Heathen creatures!" he exclaimed, his eyes bright with holy fervor. "I have been sent by God to punish you for your sacrilege." He then locked his swords together into a semblance of a cross. "Die!!!"

With a fierce snarl, Alucard drew out his gun, and leapt for the priest.

~T.B.C.~

Free talk, part two: Yes!!! Just three chapters to go!!! I can't believe it! I'm nearly finished with this. I'm really going to miss this fanfiction. Y__Y

Christina: Uh, oh. She's really angry. She has one explosive temper, I'd say.

Reverend, Vicar, or Priest: I don't know what exactly do people call the 'priests' of the Protestant faith in England, so if I made a mistake, please correct me.

The Priest of the Blessed Blades and the No-Life King: *smirk* Boys, boys, boys…calm down a little…can't we just talk about this? Does anyone want a cookie?

All these abductions: Yeah, I know. So many of them. Forgive me. I try to make them much more creative than the usual. As for lousy security, it isn't that. Adrian just has great timing.

Next chapter: Oooooohh…looks like Anderson and Alucard are ready to duke it out. Integra's been kidnapped, but for what purpose? Who is behind all these schemes?

[pilot03]

Ack!! You have to bring out the next chapter!! Wonderful chapter...but I hate cliffhangers....*pout*

[Amidala]

I love it! hehe..

[melrose_stormhaven]

Thank you, thank you.
Pilot03, I'm sorry for the cliffhanger. I can't help it.
Amidala! When will you update?

[Amidala]

Me? er... ah... soon, I hope... I'm currently riding the emotional roller coaster called life... things are going good, then they go bad... and making matters worse, my comp is acting up

[melrose_stormhaven]

My computer's acting up as well. I can't play my mp3s!!

Ganbatte, Amidala! You can do it!

[Eden]

Ahhh!! You updated!!

I can't believe that I didn't see this until now!!

Sooo good!! I love Christina's firery temper and the way that she went to Integra through the shadows. She is such a good character. ^_^ Of course I do feel bad for Integra, but not really. She sould've just told her the truth in the beginning, look at all of the problems it would have prevented!

Ahhh well. That's just the way it is.

So Alucard and Christina are going to team up now eh? Nice! Is Seras gonna tag along too? So much excitment! And only three more chapters to go! I don't know if I'm happy or sad about that. I mean, I want to know the ending, but it's soo much fun when you come out with new chapters!

Well anyways, awesome work like always. It was deffinatly well worth the wait. I can really see how your tying this in with legacy, and it works. Good job! Also it's good to see that you got over your rough patch.

Hope to see more of this and Legacy in the near future, but if not, I'll till your ready.

~Eden

[melrose_stormhaven]

Thanks, Eden!

Of course, Celes would always be around...but I have a different job for her and David.

Yeah, I'm a bit sad about the ending (of the story) too. I'm going to miss Christina and the others.

AS for Legacy, I'll probably update it as soon as HH is over.

ja!