New Orders: Chap 10 Interlude: Reflections
Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2004 4:43 am
I finally did it...
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, or the characters therein. I am only using them for my own amusement. Do not sue me, as you will only end up with dust bunnies and spider webs from underneath my bed.
As this is a humor-centered story, some of the characters may be a bit 'out of character' but I will try to keep the OOC to a minimum.
Thanks for the reviews, everyone. Keep them coming and I will keep my chapters coming. Thank you to those who understand that this is not a 'serious' story. It was never intended to be "accurate to the series". Just FUN!
Shout outs:
Subaru Shojo- I guess Alucard is trying not to scare Integra? LOL Plus he just discovered what happened to his hat. And would you wake up Integra? Glad you liked Pip.
Lady Saiyajin- Oh, there will be more than just an epilogue... New Orders 2 is already in the works... and well you know, the pregnancy comes first.. ^_^
New Orders
Interlude: Reflections
by
Integral Hellsing
Integra sat in her office. She had gotten up rather late considering what time she usually got up. She had an awful headache. Walter said nothing as he brought her lunch in her office. She thanked Walter. After finishing her meal, she had made a call out to the barracks for Pip to report to her office. He had yet to arrive.
Integral's head was spinning. Not only from the after effects of the alcohol, but due to he own emotions. She only vaguely recalled what had happened last night and could not even be sure what was real and what was a dream.
When Pip finally showed up, he had showered, shaved and was in full dress uniform. He entered the office and snapped to attention.
"Captain Bernadette, reporting as ordered, sir!" he replied.
Integral sighed. "At ease, Pip." She replied using his name in a wasted attempt to relax him. "You have nothing to worry about. I didn't call you in here to punish you."
Pip let out a deep breath. "Whew. You didn't?"
"No. I didn't. Now get over here. Don't make me shout across my own office." Integral replied.
Pip walked up to Integral's desk. He was still a bit nervous as to what his boss had to say. He did get her drunk after all. He was also curious as to just what she remembered about the evening. He was sure she was going to punish him in some way. She wouldn't think of punishing Walter.
Integra sat back in her chair and lit a cigar. She relaxed and took a few puffs before speaking. "About last night, Pip..."
"I'm sorry." Pip snapped before Integral could finish her sentence.
"Sorry about what?" Integral asked. "Sorry about getting to see a side of me that no one has ever seen, not even Walter? About seeing me drunk off my ass standing on the table singing that god awful song making a complete fool of myself?"
Pip tired hard not to snicker. "I'm sorry." He snapped again.
"There is nothing to be sorry about, Pip... unless something happened between the bar and my waking up in my bed." Integral replied. "I really don't remember much about what exactly happened last night."
"Well, you did say some pretty interesting things on the drive home." Pip snickered. "But for the sake of my life, I understand that they are not to be repeated, and never happened. I've got a cure for a hangover if you need one."
"I'm fine, thank you. Walter gave me a god awful concoction this afternoon when I woke up." Integral replied. "If you have nothing else to say then you are dismissed."
Pip saluted and left the office. He let out a deep breath. He survived.
Integra could not sit in her office with the portrait of her father staring at her. She had a lot on her mind and was quite sure of what she wanted. She decided to get her frustrations out at the shooting range.
There was quite a crowd there. New recruits. She sighed. She inspected the results of their target practice and was not very impressed. Many of the newer recruits were former police officers and insisted on using non-lethal shots. While accurate and appropriate for their former duty, it was not suited for the Hellsing Organization. She decided to address them, picking one. She looked at the name on his uniform. Preston, it said.
"Preston, front and center." Integral commanded. "Your accuracy is to be applauded, however you failed to hit the target."
Preston glared at Integral. "Who the bloody hell are you? You don't know a damn thing. I hit the targets right on the mark. 100% All in one hole."
"Wasted shots." Integral replied. "You hit the target in the shoulder. While that may have been adequate to stop your target in the Police force, it is not here. In order to silence the targets that you will be facing with the Hellsing Organization, only a shot to the head and/or heart will do. Is that clear?"
"Listen here, you wench, I don't take no orders from a woman." Preston replied.
"What did you call me?" Integral replied.
"A wench. I said that I don't take no orders from a woman. Especially one like you... unless of course you want me to show you what kind a of real man I am." Preston grinned.
Integral kept her cool. This man was not worth losing it over, even if he had just insulted her. "I am Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing, you Commander and Chief. You are out of line. You will answer to me, is that understood?"
"I take orders from Captain Bernadette." Preston replied.
"And Captain Bernadette answers to me." Integral replied.
"Ha! Yeah, right. Go back to the kitchen and fix me some dinner, wench." Preston replied.
Integral went to the gun rack. She took off two guns, loaded them. She aimed that the target with both guns firing them simultaneously. When she had emptied the clips she brought the target in for inspection. All of the bullets were within 2 centimeters of the target, one clip to the head, the other to the heart. The computer registered a score of 100%. She turned to Preston.
"I do not belong in the kitchen." Integral replied.
"Ha! Lucky shot." Preston sneered. "You don't like me? Then 'miss commander and chief' why don't you fire me?"
"Fire you? Now why would I want to waste a pathetic human life such as yours and throw you out on the streets without a job? You signed on to the Hellsing Organization. I am not about to let you out of your contract so easily." Integral replied. "I will not tolerate such insubordination in my organization. I have ways of disposing of riff raff like you."
Alucard awakened to find a bound, gagged, and whimpering Hellsing soldier sitting against the wall, near his table. He grinned and walked over to him. There was a note taped to his forehead. He ripped it off, stripping half of the soldier's eyebrows off in the process. The soldier let out a muffled scream.
Reading the note, Alucard smiled recognizing the precise handwriting of his master. He read it out loud so that the soldier could hear.
"Alucard, this man is not worthy of serving in my organization. You must be hungry. Enjoy. Your Master, Integra."
The soldier was whimpering loudly. Alucard chuckled as he lifted him to his feet. He grinned baring his fangs. He was hungry. He enjoyed every opportunity his master gave him to feed.
Integral sat at her desk waiting for her nightly visit from Alucard as she smoked a cigar. She couldn't help feel a bit excited. She tired to tell herself that she was not feeling that way, and desperately tired to suppress it.
At last Alucard appeared before her. He had a pleased grin on his face.
"Good even, Master. I think I like these new orders of yours. You haven't allowed me to feed like this in a while. Two in one month." Alucard replied. "May I ask what he did to earn the honor of being my dinner?"
"He called me a wench and told me to go back to the kitchen and fix him dinner." Integra replied. "I trust you disposed of the body properly?"
Alucard nodded. "Quite tasty. Not as good as yours. When are you going to let me taste your blood again, Master?"
Integral glared. She wondered if Alucard was reading her thoughts. If he was he would know how much of wreck she was at the moment. Her thoughts were in a mess. "If that is all, Alucard, you may go now."
"One more thing." Alucard replied holding out his hands. "I need new gloves."
Integral noticed the vampire's normally white gloves. She had expected them to be stained with blood. "Alucard! Your gloves... they are... PINK!" Alucard's gloves were stained a rather bright shade of pink.
The vampire nodded. "Yes. And so is Captain Bernadette's hair."
Integra buried her face in her hands. "Oh, dear lord."
A loud scream could be heard from the troop barracks.
Alucard stood there grinning.
"Alucard. Go away. Leave me alone." Integra replied hoping he would obey her.
To her surprise, Alucard nodded, bowed and vanished.
Integral took a deep breath and turned to the portrait of her father, the previous Sir Hellsing, that hung on the wall overlooking her desk. "This is all your fault you know. It's your fault I'm in this predicament. Why couldn't you have arranged a husband or something? You could have at least prepared me for what was to come. Surely you knew how the knights would react to me. Why did you have to die? Why did you leave me, father? Why? I need your guidance now.
You could have at least told me about what was in the basement. 'A means to protect you'. And let's not forget about dear Uncle Richard. I know why you left Hellsing to me and not to him, but you could have warned me.
I have to produce an heir, father, someone to carry on the Hellsing name and honor. I don't have any friends, save Walter and Alucard. Yes, father, that vile monster you left in the basement to protect me is my friend.
I'm not like you, father. I can't go on like this. Do I compromise the family honor by following my heart? Or do I continue to look for someone to marry who will help me fulfill my duty to my country and uphold the family honor? I have struggled many days trying to come up with a solution that would fulfill both my heart and the family honor, long before I received these orders. I have come to the conclusion that it would be impossible. To follow my heart would mean tainting the honor of this family in ways that I am sure nobody ever would have dreamed of.
I have a sworn duty to this country, to protect and serve. I have my position as a knight of the Round Table. Nothing I do in the future will change the honor and pride I have to serve my country in these capacities.
Forgive me, father. I have tried to be strong. I have tried to resist... but I feel that I must do what I have to do."
Next chapter: Integral's last date...
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, or the characters therein. I am only using them for my own amusement. Do not sue me, as you will only end up with dust bunnies and spider webs from underneath my bed.
As this is a humor-centered story, some of the characters may be a bit 'out of character' but I will try to keep the OOC to a minimum.
Thanks for the reviews, everyone. Keep them coming and I will keep my chapters coming. Thank you to those who understand that this is not a 'serious' story. It was never intended to be "accurate to the series". Just FUN!
Shout outs:
Subaru Shojo- I guess Alucard is trying not to scare Integra? LOL Plus he just discovered what happened to his hat. And would you wake up Integra? Glad you liked Pip.
Lady Saiyajin- Oh, there will be more than just an epilogue... New Orders 2 is already in the works... and well you know, the pregnancy comes first.. ^_^
New Orders
Interlude: Reflections
by
Integral Hellsing
Integra sat in her office. She had gotten up rather late considering what time she usually got up. She had an awful headache. Walter said nothing as he brought her lunch in her office. She thanked Walter. After finishing her meal, she had made a call out to the barracks for Pip to report to her office. He had yet to arrive.
Integral's head was spinning. Not only from the after effects of the alcohol, but due to he own emotions. She only vaguely recalled what had happened last night and could not even be sure what was real and what was a dream.
When Pip finally showed up, he had showered, shaved and was in full dress uniform. He entered the office and snapped to attention.
"Captain Bernadette, reporting as ordered, sir!" he replied.
Integral sighed. "At ease, Pip." She replied using his name in a wasted attempt to relax him. "You have nothing to worry about. I didn't call you in here to punish you."
Pip let out a deep breath. "Whew. You didn't?"
"No. I didn't. Now get over here. Don't make me shout across my own office." Integral replied.
Pip walked up to Integral's desk. He was still a bit nervous as to what his boss had to say. He did get her drunk after all. He was also curious as to just what she remembered about the evening. He was sure she was going to punish him in some way. She wouldn't think of punishing Walter.
Integra sat back in her chair and lit a cigar. She relaxed and took a few puffs before speaking. "About last night, Pip..."
"I'm sorry." Pip snapped before Integral could finish her sentence.
"Sorry about what?" Integral asked. "Sorry about getting to see a side of me that no one has ever seen, not even Walter? About seeing me drunk off my ass standing on the table singing that god awful song making a complete fool of myself?"
Pip tired hard not to snicker. "I'm sorry." He snapped again.
"There is nothing to be sorry about, Pip... unless something happened between the bar and my waking up in my bed." Integral replied. "I really don't remember much about what exactly happened last night."
"Well, you did say some pretty interesting things on the drive home." Pip snickered. "But for the sake of my life, I understand that they are not to be repeated, and never happened. I've got a cure for a hangover if you need one."
"I'm fine, thank you. Walter gave me a god awful concoction this afternoon when I woke up." Integral replied. "If you have nothing else to say then you are dismissed."
Pip saluted and left the office. He let out a deep breath. He survived.
Integra could not sit in her office with the portrait of her father staring at her. She had a lot on her mind and was quite sure of what she wanted. She decided to get her frustrations out at the shooting range.
There was quite a crowd there. New recruits. She sighed. She inspected the results of their target practice and was not very impressed. Many of the newer recruits were former police officers and insisted on using non-lethal shots. While accurate and appropriate for their former duty, it was not suited for the Hellsing Organization. She decided to address them, picking one. She looked at the name on his uniform. Preston, it said.
"Preston, front and center." Integral commanded. "Your accuracy is to be applauded, however you failed to hit the target."
Preston glared at Integral. "Who the bloody hell are you? You don't know a damn thing. I hit the targets right on the mark. 100% All in one hole."
"Wasted shots." Integral replied. "You hit the target in the shoulder. While that may have been adequate to stop your target in the Police force, it is not here. In order to silence the targets that you will be facing with the Hellsing Organization, only a shot to the head and/or heart will do. Is that clear?"
"Listen here, you wench, I don't take no orders from a woman." Preston replied.
"What did you call me?" Integral replied.
"A wench. I said that I don't take no orders from a woman. Especially one like you... unless of course you want me to show you what kind a of real man I am." Preston grinned.
Integral kept her cool. This man was not worth losing it over, even if he had just insulted her. "I am Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing, you Commander and Chief. You are out of line. You will answer to me, is that understood?"
"I take orders from Captain Bernadette." Preston replied.
"And Captain Bernadette answers to me." Integral replied.
"Ha! Yeah, right. Go back to the kitchen and fix me some dinner, wench." Preston replied.
Integral went to the gun rack. She took off two guns, loaded them. She aimed that the target with both guns firing them simultaneously. When she had emptied the clips she brought the target in for inspection. All of the bullets were within 2 centimeters of the target, one clip to the head, the other to the heart. The computer registered a score of 100%. She turned to Preston.
"I do not belong in the kitchen." Integral replied.
"Ha! Lucky shot." Preston sneered. "You don't like me? Then 'miss commander and chief' why don't you fire me?"
"Fire you? Now why would I want to waste a pathetic human life such as yours and throw you out on the streets without a job? You signed on to the Hellsing Organization. I am not about to let you out of your contract so easily." Integral replied. "I will not tolerate such insubordination in my organization. I have ways of disposing of riff raff like you."
Alucard awakened to find a bound, gagged, and whimpering Hellsing soldier sitting against the wall, near his table. He grinned and walked over to him. There was a note taped to his forehead. He ripped it off, stripping half of the soldier's eyebrows off in the process. The soldier let out a muffled scream.
Reading the note, Alucard smiled recognizing the precise handwriting of his master. He read it out loud so that the soldier could hear.
"Alucard, this man is not worthy of serving in my organization. You must be hungry. Enjoy. Your Master, Integra."
The soldier was whimpering loudly. Alucard chuckled as he lifted him to his feet. He grinned baring his fangs. He was hungry. He enjoyed every opportunity his master gave him to feed.
Integral sat at her desk waiting for her nightly visit from Alucard as she smoked a cigar. She couldn't help feel a bit excited. She tired to tell herself that she was not feeling that way, and desperately tired to suppress it.
At last Alucard appeared before her. He had a pleased grin on his face.
"Good even, Master. I think I like these new orders of yours. You haven't allowed me to feed like this in a while. Two in one month." Alucard replied. "May I ask what he did to earn the honor of being my dinner?"
"He called me a wench and told me to go back to the kitchen and fix him dinner." Integra replied. "I trust you disposed of the body properly?"
Alucard nodded. "Quite tasty. Not as good as yours. When are you going to let me taste your blood again, Master?"
Integral glared. She wondered if Alucard was reading her thoughts. If he was he would know how much of wreck she was at the moment. Her thoughts were in a mess. "If that is all, Alucard, you may go now."
"One more thing." Alucard replied holding out his hands. "I need new gloves."
Integral noticed the vampire's normally white gloves. She had expected them to be stained with blood. "Alucard! Your gloves... they are... PINK!" Alucard's gloves were stained a rather bright shade of pink.
The vampire nodded. "Yes. And so is Captain Bernadette's hair."
Integra buried her face in her hands. "Oh, dear lord."
A loud scream could be heard from the troop barracks.
Alucard stood there grinning.
"Alucard. Go away. Leave me alone." Integra replied hoping he would obey her.
To her surprise, Alucard nodded, bowed and vanished.
Integral took a deep breath and turned to the portrait of her father, the previous Sir Hellsing, that hung on the wall overlooking her desk. "This is all your fault you know. It's your fault I'm in this predicament. Why couldn't you have arranged a husband or something? You could have at least prepared me for what was to come. Surely you knew how the knights would react to me. Why did you have to die? Why did you leave me, father? Why? I need your guidance now.
You could have at least told me about what was in the basement. 'A means to protect you'. And let's not forget about dear Uncle Richard. I know why you left Hellsing to me and not to him, but you could have warned me.
I have to produce an heir, father, someone to carry on the Hellsing name and honor. I don't have any friends, save Walter and Alucard. Yes, father, that vile monster you left in the basement to protect me is my friend.
I'm not like you, father. I can't go on like this. Do I compromise the family honor by following my heart? Or do I continue to look for someone to marry who will help me fulfill my duty to my country and uphold the family honor? I have struggled many days trying to come up with a solution that would fulfill both my heart and the family honor, long before I received these orders. I have come to the conclusion that it would be impossible. To follow my heart would mean tainting the honor of this family in ways that I am sure nobody ever would have dreamed of.
I have a sworn duty to this country, to protect and serve. I have my position as a knight of the Round Table. Nothing I do in the future will change the honor and pride I have to serve my country in these capacities.
Forgive me, father. I have tried to be strong. I have tried to resist... but I feel that I must do what I have to do."
Next chapter: Integral's last date...
Sorry, small things amuse me.