Flesh of My Flesh (Part 2)
Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2004 2:57 pm
((A/N Okay, this part is a little shorter, but it sets the stage for the investigation and gives us a little peek of P/S. I'm not sure if I got those two right, so any critiques on the P/Sness would really help if I'm way off base, or even if I'm close but am lacking something . .Thanks ^_^))
Flesh of My Flesh (part 2)
His presence had finally receded from the shadows. Alucard?s form subducted down to the basement and reformed to lounge in his chair. One leg was strewn over one arm of the chair and his elbow was propped on the other arm, two fingers curled down as he leaned his temple against them. The conditions were Spartan, basic and without any personality except the bottle of wine and two glasses. One righted and the other resting upside down. Quite unlike his progeny who had tried to humanize her room.
There wasn?t a point really; surroundings didn?t matter. Once one reached a certain age, one understood. While humans may have held him bound, he had one advantage over them. Age. He had come before them and so would he be after them. Alucard would watch their attempts to conquer the trivialities they so dearly held, clutching at pieces of their own mortality. The pride and honor of the Hellsing name, the longevity of the organization. In the end Hellsing would fail because there were simply too many supernaturals. And a lot of them were in England.
He smirked at that. Only when Integra joined the night would she understand. The supernatural organizations had Hellsing on radar since they first started. But because Hellsing didn?t know the truths, thought vampires were rare things and thus weren?t a threat. Hellsing acted like a bug extermination service, killing off those the vampiric society would have seen fit to destroy anyway. And now facing the FREAK?s that regular vampiric society would prefer not to dirty their hands in dealing with.
What had worried them was Alucard?s capture. Not terribly ancient, but vastly powerful. Would he give up their secrets? Hellsing would have fallen then and there if he had given up such information to Abraham. And he himself would have been free. Every reason he had for serving humans were his own and ever would be. Unless he saw fit to share them with Integra when he turned her. And he would.
He was locked up ten years before her birth. Lionel?s reign of Hellsing was relatively peaceful. Abraham had his experimentations and cleaning out London of the noisier vampires. Arthur had World War II and the legions of Nazi vampires. Throughout all of those, Alucard had played a key part, held some irreplaceable role that only a vampire could succeed at. And as long as he was needed, as long as he had plenty of targets to play with, he was content. And so were his masters.
But Lionel?s reign was the turning point. After WWII the monsters learned their lesson from the subsequent destruction of the lost battalion of the Nazis. Thus, they had kept lower profiles, tightened the secret hold over their own societies and starting hunting down those who would betray their little masquerade themselves and before much trouble would ensue. So Alucard?s target?s had grown fewer. His boredom became great and his testing of the seals started. Lionel had always been a nervous sort and when he married, that had been the end of Alucard?s freedom.
The vampire was outraged of course, though could do nothing more than comply and wait. Plotting. He knew the exact moment of Integra?s conception, knew from the start of her development as a fetus that she was female. And from the depths of the dungeon prison the corpse had smiled. Ah, he remembered that well. Time was a relative thing and these years seemed to pause in the quick passage of time to allow scrutiny of each moment.
This new enemy proved promising. Already Alucard knew it was not nosferatu, but something else his master would find just as abominable. And this might be the turning point. Her education on this subject had been but brief as the new enemy was nothing more than whispered secrets with no proof among the organized agencies of supernatural extermination squads. He had experience with them. He would destroy the enemy for his master. But not before the enemy fell perfectly into the vampire?s plans.
With a low growl of a laugh, a menacing ring of sound, Alucard leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the table. That awful red Victorian hat fell low over his eyes as the sound died and the only thing visible in the dark was a gleam of white fangs.
***
?Officer Victoria, Captain Bernadette,? Integra formally addressed the two standing before her desk. Seras Victoria looked wide awake with large red eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Her uniform was neatly pressed and everything about her was in order. Pip, on the other hand, was sleepily smoking a cigarette, one eyelid low over his eye. The wrinkled olive green shirt he wore was buttoned wrong and his pants fell over unlaced boots. He was a good mercenary, but a bad soldier.
Integra decided to look the other way. For once. She hadn?t hired him to be clean, she had hired him to kill things. And he was good at that. ?Something has come up that will be more than a simple search and destroy mission. What Hellsing is about to undertake has been unwillingly thrust into our hands in hopes of proving this honorable organization incapable of handling tasks appointed to it.? Her voice rose, thinning in pitch as anger swelled in her, just hearing those words aloud made her blood boil. ?However,? She continued, calming some, ?From your previous investigatory success, Officer Victoria, I am placing you in charge of this investigation. This is to be your top priority and I need you and Captain Bernadette to start immediately.?
No more details were issued. No more were needed. One gloved hand arched, finger tips touching the harmless manila, Integra slid the file folder across her desk to Seras who took a step forward and picked it up. Curiously, she opened the folder. Crimson eyes went wide as she snapped it shut and handed it to Pip. ?Wha- what -did- that, Sir Hellsing?? Seras hadn?t seen such utter? brutality?since that Bonnie and Clyde pair and even that was mostly shock and show that heightened the appearance of cruelty to the murder.
These pictures needed no such pretense. It was as though the people had been aged to death. And beyond that. From the twisted expressions on the face, she assumed it had happened all while they were alive. Her stomach felt weak, but her countenance fell into a determined expression. As a former police officer, as an agent of Hellsing, she would not let this go unpunished.
?Officer Seras Victoria accepts your mission,? and with a stiff salute, Seras Victoria was on the case. Integra?s eyelids lowered in amusement, shading the ice blue darker. Seras may have made a poor vampire, but her dedication to justice was admirable.
Pip was thumbing through the file and gave a low whistle, ?Any clues, boss?? That frigid gaze flicked to him though she did not physically move. The mercenary swore he could feel when she looked at him, like a cold chill up his spine. Something like the presence he felt when Alucard appeared.
?Unfortunately, this is all we have to go on. Neither Walter or myself have encountered anything of this type,? she was loathe to show her weakness is ignorance of all types of creatures, but would admit it rather than give vague speculations that could hinder the investigation. Gloved hand pressed pristinely to the blotter at her desk as Integra watched the two of them as they soaked up the knowledge that the almighty Hellsing Organization might have a chink in it?s armor.
?What about master Alucard?? Seras asked with the almost na?ve innocence that children often held for their parents. As though that one person held all the knowledge, all the wisdom in the world. It was a look she knew she had given her father many times before he died.
?Unfortunately,? She began and Seras? face fell. The knight was caught between wanting to say something to bring back that innocence and dark amusement at the action. ?I don?t think Alucard will have any useful information to contribute.? Of course, she hadn?t asked him, but then, Alucard hadn?t emerged to gloat and lord over her any intelligence he might have that she needed. And right now, after his previous actions she was loathe to call upon her pet monster to be taunted and hear only that he held nothing useful to tell her.
Seras couldn?t quite fathom there was something out there Alucard -didn?t- know about. He was?well, so old, so powerful. How could anything escape his keen eye? Though she had to accept it, had to go on to investigate. So Seras Victoria gave a sharp nod, determination in her red eyes, ?Understood, Sir.?
?Good.? Integra replied curtly. ?Dismissed.? Seras gave a salute and Pip glanced from Integra to Seras, watching with his good eye before shrugging and moving behind Seras to walk through the door.
Pip?s eye was on Seras? tight little ass as it worked beneath her uniform skirt with every step she took. Seras was well aware of this, could feel his stare like a physical grope and turned suddenly after the door to Integra?s office shut. Not paying attention to the sudden movement and unable to react in face of the quickness of Seras? vampiric speed, Pip bumped into her. And took full advantage by not stopping his momentum into her and instead, pinned her against the wall, his body in full contact with hers.
Red eyes widened and if she had the blood, Seras would have blushed. Instead she gave a little squeak and shoved Pip off to crash against the other wall of the hallway. It was his turn to make a surprised sound before sliding down and getting a quick panty peek from that angle before feigning injury.
?They should change your nickname to bulldozer or moose?I think you broke some ribs,? Pip just lay there on the floor, looking up at Seras with a cheesy grin. She didn?t buy his act of suffering and her face contorted, eye twitching at his nicknames for her.
?Moose? MOOSE? I HAD been going to apologize and give you a kiss to make up for it but NOT now Mr. Pervert!? She exclaimed, hands on hips and nudged his ribs with the toe of her boot. Partway to punish him for his insulting nicknames, and partway to make sure his ribs weren?t -really- broken. She forgot her strength sometimes, after all.
He grinned and faked a wince at her nudging foot, ?Calm down, police chick, I don?t mean you LOOK like a moose. I mean you just plow through whatever?s in your way?? It sounded perfectly logical to him. Well, to piss her off. His grin widened, and while Seras found it utterly cute, she couldn?t just let him off for that.
?I know you?re faking,? She declared, nudging him harder with the toe of her boot. ?And just to teach you a lesson I SHOULD break a rib or two.? They both knew it was an idle threat, the cute little kitten would never hurt anyone that wasn?t an enemy and Pip was far from it.
?Yeah, but from this angle I can see you like pink and white flowers,? Pip announced and Seras did, blush then, just about to go off on him when he grabbed her foot that was still nudging him and threw her off balance. Seras crashed down on her back and Pip was on her in a minute, straddling her waist and pinning her arms down. Grinning like a bandit, he leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips before standing and offering her a hand up.
She had been quite taken aback by the whole affair when her world suddenly went topsy turvy and Seras found herself on her back, cold skin soaking up the even colder temperature of the floor. Then Pip was on her, by all accounts she could have easily tossed him off, could have easily broken the pin he had on her arms. Even as a human, her police maneuvers had taught her how to get out of these situations. But her body wouldn?t react against him, instead it seemed to rebel against her, secretly enjoying the mercenary?s warmth over her. And then he kissed her, quite chastely by his standards, and her cheeks flushed, burning much needed blood in a cosmetic display that she just couldn?t help.
The Draculina reached out and took his hand. Pip gave her what he considered a very sexy grin, and what she considered a bit goofy, but handsome. Though really, he should have known better. And probably did, but secretly wanted Seras? retribution. She pulled him down and this time pinned -him.-
Without speaking she leaned down, face furiously crimson at this point, and pressed her lips to Pip?s. His eye widened at the action, at the police girl straddling his waist and just how high that little skirt was riding on her pale thighs. Cold lips met his warm ones and he smiled against the brief contact. All too soon for him, Seras pulled away and shyly realized her position.
It was Pip who spoke first, ?I didn?t think that skirt could get any shorter.? And then Seras realized she was giving him and anyone who might walk down that hall facing them a peek of her knickers. Though to make matters worse, Pip had another grin on his face a half second before someone politely cleared their throat. Turning her head, Seras glanced over her shoulder and saw Walter standing there, sly expression of amusement on his face though his eyes were politely cast down so as not to look at them.
She jumped up, straightening her skirt and apologizing profusely, ?It- it?s not what it looks like, he said? and I hit him?and?? Pip stood and casually slung his arm around Seras? shoulders.
Walter just smiled and looked to them, monocle gleaming in the dim light of the hallway, ?I need no explanations Miss Victoria. Though I do suggest the next time you wish to?exact revenge?upon Mr. Bernadette that you do so in a more private setting.?
Pip grinned, ?Yeah, police chick, lets you and I go someplace more ?private.? He leered and started sliding his hand around her shoulders down, down, closer right before- SLAP.
?PERVERT!? She huffed as Pip?s cheek stung and he wheeled around with a silly grin on his face, one of his hands coming up to touch the stinging warmth of the abused flesh. Seras stormed off, fists clenched, cheeks red with anger this time, muttering about just what she would do to him the next time he tried something like that.
The mercenary looked to Walter, a hand print visible on his cheek in shades of crimson and grinned, ?She likes me.? Before walking off and whistling the Eskimo song. Walter stood there a moment, watching him go and bowed his head with a knowing smile.
?Ah. Young love.? Then went back on about his business.
Flesh of My Flesh (part 2)
His presence had finally receded from the shadows. Alucard?s form subducted down to the basement and reformed to lounge in his chair. One leg was strewn over one arm of the chair and his elbow was propped on the other arm, two fingers curled down as he leaned his temple against them. The conditions were Spartan, basic and without any personality except the bottle of wine and two glasses. One righted and the other resting upside down. Quite unlike his progeny who had tried to humanize her room.
There wasn?t a point really; surroundings didn?t matter. Once one reached a certain age, one understood. While humans may have held him bound, he had one advantage over them. Age. He had come before them and so would he be after them. Alucard would watch their attempts to conquer the trivialities they so dearly held, clutching at pieces of their own mortality. The pride and honor of the Hellsing name, the longevity of the organization. In the end Hellsing would fail because there were simply too many supernaturals. And a lot of them were in England.
He smirked at that. Only when Integra joined the night would she understand. The supernatural organizations had Hellsing on radar since they first started. But because Hellsing didn?t know the truths, thought vampires were rare things and thus weren?t a threat. Hellsing acted like a bug extermination service, killing off those the vampiric society would have seen fit to destroy anyway. And now facing the FREAK?s that regular vampiric society would prefer not to dirty their hands in dealing with.
What had worried them was Alucard?s capture. Not terribly ancient, but vastly powerful. Would he give up their secrets? Hellsing would have fallen then and there if he had given up such information to Abraham. And he himself would have been free. Every reason he had for serving humans were his own and ever would be. Unless he saw fit to share them with Integra when he turned her. And he would.
He was locked up ten years before her birth. Lionel?s reign of Hellsing was relatively peaceful. Abraham had his experimentations and cleaning out London of the noisier vampires. Arthur had World War II and the legions of Nazi vampires. Throughout all of those, Alucard had played a key part, held some irreplaceable role that only a vampire could succeed at. And as long as he was needed, as long as he had plenty of targets to play with, he was content. And so were his masters.
But Lionel?s reign was the turning point. After WWII the monsters learned their lesson from the subsequent destruction of the lost battalion of the Nazis. Thus, they had kept lower profiles, tightened the secret hold over their own societies and starting hunting down those who would betray their little masquerade themselves and before much trouble would ensue. So Alucard?s target?s had grown fewer. His boredom became great and his testing of the seals started. Lionel had always been a nervous sort and when he married, that had been the end of Alucard?s freedom.
The vampire was outraged of course, though could do nothing more than comply and wait. Plotting. He knew the exact moment of Integra?s conception, knew from the start of her development as a fetus that she was female. And from the depths of the dungeon prison the corpse had smiled. Ah, he remembered that well. Time was a relative thing and these years seemed to pause in the quick passage of time to allow scrutiny of each moment.
This new enemy proved promising. Already Alucard knew it was not nosferatu, but something else his master would find just as abominable. And this might be the turning point. Her education on this subject had been but brief as the new enemy was nothing more than whispered secrets with no proof among the organized agencies of supernatural extermination squads. He had experience with them. He would destroy the enemy for his master. But not before the enemy fell perfectly into the vampire?s plans.
With a low growl of a laugh, a menacing ring of sound, Alucard leaned back in his chair, putting his feet up on the table. That awful red Victorian hat fell low over his eyes as the sound died and the only thing visible in the dark was a gleam of white fangs.
***
?Officer Victoria, Captain Bernadette,? Integra formally addressed the two standing before her desk. Seras Victoria looked wide awake with large red eyes and strawberry blonde hair. Her uniform was neatly pressed and everything about her was in order. Pip, on the other hand, was sleepily smoking a cigarette, one eyelid low over his eye. The wrinkled olive green shirt he wore was buttoned wrong and his pants fell over unlaced boots. He was a good mercenary, but a bad soldier.
Integra decided to look the other way. For once. She hadn?t hired him to be clean, she had hired him to kill things. And he was good at that. ?Something has come up that will be more than a simple search and destroy mission. What Hellsing is about to undertake has been unwillingly thrust into our hands in hopes of proving this honorable organization incapable of handling tasks appointed to it.? Her voice rose, thinning in pitch as anger swelled in her, just hearing those words aloud made her blood boil. ?However,? She continued, calming some, ?From your previous investigatory success, Officer Victoria, I am placing you in charge of this investigation. This is to be your top priority and I need you and Captain Bernadette to start immediately.?
No more details were issued. No more were needed. One gloved hand arched, finger tips touching the harmless manila, Integra slid the file folder across her desk to Seras who took a step forward and picked it up. Curiously, she opened the folder. Crimson eyes went wide as she snapped it shut and handed it to Pip. ?Wha- what -did- that, Sir Hellsing?? Seras hadn?t seen such utter? brutality?since that Bonnie and Clyde pair and even that was mostly shock and show that heightened the appearance of cruelty to the murder.
These pictures needed no such pretense. It was as though the people had been aged to death. And beyond that. From the twisted expressions on the face, she assumed it had happened all while they were alive. Her stomach felt weak, but her countenance fell into a determined expression. As a former police officer, as an agent of Hellsing, she would not let this go unpunished.
?Officer Seras Victoria accepts your mission,? and with a stiff salute, Seras Victoria was on the case. Integra?s eyelids lowered in amusement, shading the ice blue darker. Seras may have made a poor vampire, but her dedication to justice was admirable.
Pip was thumbing through the file and gave a low whistle, ?Any clues, boss?? That frigid gaze flicked to him though she did not physically move. The mercenary swore he could feel when she looked at him, like a cold chill up his spine. Something like the presence he felt when Alucard appeared.
?Unfortunately, this is all we have to go on. Neither Walter or myself have encountered anything of this type,? she was loathe to show her weakness is ignorance of all types of creatures, but would admit it rather than give vague speculations that could hinder the investigation. Gloved hand pressed pristinely to the blotter at her desk as Integra watched the two of them as they soaked up the knowledge that the almighty Hellsing Organization might have a chink in it?s armor.
?What about master Alucard?? Seras asked with the almost na?ve innocence that children often held for their parents. As though that one person held all the knowledge, all the wisdom in the world. It was a look she knew she had given her father many times before he died.
?Unfortunately,? She began and Seras? face fell. The knight was caught between wanting to say something to bring back that innocence and dark amusement at the action. ?I don?t think Alucard will have any useful information to contribute.? Of course, she hadn?t asked him, but then, Alucard hadn?t emerged to gloat and lord over her any intelligence he might have that she needed. And right now, after his previous actions she was loathe to call upon her pet monster to be taunted and hear only that he held nothing useful to tell her.
Seras couldn?t quite fathom there was something out there Alucard -didn?t- know about. He was?well, so old, so powerful. How could anything escape his keen eye? Though she had to accept it, had to go on to investigate. So Seras Victoria gave a sharp nod, determination in her red eyes, ?Understood, Sir.?
?Good.? Integra replied curtly. ?Dismissed.? Seras gave a salute and Pip glanced from Integra to Seras, watching with his good eye before shrugging and moving behind Seras to walk through the door.
Pip?s eye was on Seras? tight little ass as it worked beneath her uniform skirt with every step she took. Seras was well aware of this, could feel his stare like a physical grope and turned suddenly after the door to Integra?s office shut. Not paying attention to the sudden movement and unable to react in face of the quickness of Seras? vampiric speed, Pip bumped into her. And took full advantage by not stopping his momentum into her and instead, pinned her against the wall, his body in full contact with hers.
Red eyes widened and if she had the blood, Seras would have blushed. Instead she gave a little squeak and shoved Pip off to crash against the other wall of the hallway. It was his turn to make a surprised sound before sliding down and getting a quick panty peek from that angle before feigning injury.
?They should change your nickname to bulldozer or moose?I think you broke some ribs,? Pip just lay there on the floor, looking up at Seras with a cheesy grin. She didn?t buy his act of suffering and her face contorted, eye twitching at his nicknames for her.
?Moose? MOOSE? I HAD been going to apologize and give you a kiss to make up for it but NOT now Mr. Pervert!? She exclaimed, hands on hips and nudged his ribs with the toe of her boot. Partway to punish him for his insulting nicknames, and partway to make sure his ribs weren?t -really- broken. She forgot her strength sometimes, after all.
He grinned and faked a wince at her nudging foot, ?Calm down, police chick, I don?t mean you LOOK like a moose. I mean you just plow through whatever?s in your way?? It sounded perfectly logical to him. Well, to piss her off. His grin widened, and while Seras found it utterly cute, she couldn?t just let him off for that.
?I know you?re faking,? She declared, nudging him harder with the toe of her boot. ?And just to teach you a lesson I SHOULD break a rib or two.? They both knew it was an idle threat, the cute little kitten would never hurt anyone that wasn?t an enemy and Pip was far from it.
?Yeah, but from this angle I can see you like pink and white flowers,? Pip announced and Seras did, blush then, just about to go off on him when he grabbed her foot that was still nudging him and threw her off balance. Seras crashed down on her back and Pip was on her in a minute, straddling her waist and pinning her arms down. Grinning like a bandit, he leaned in and gave her a peck on the lips before standing and offering her a hand up.
She had been quite taken aback by the whole affair when her world suddenly went topsy turvy and Seras found herself on her back, cold skin soaking up the even colder temperature of the floor. Then Pip was on her, by all accounts she could have easily tossed him off, could have easily broken the pin he had on her arms. Even as a human, her police maneuvers had taught her how to get out of these situations. But her body wouldn?t react against him, instead it seemed to rebel against her, secretly enjoying the mercenary?s warmth over her. And then he kissed her, quite chastely by his standards, and her cheeks flushed, burning much needed blood in a cosmetic display that she just couldn?t help.
The Draculina reached out and took his hand. Pip gave her what he considered a very sexy grin, and what she considered a bit goofy, but handsome. Though really, he should have known better. And probably did, but secretly wanted Seras? retribution. She pulled him down and this time pinned -him.-
Without speaking she leaned down, face furiously crimson at this point, and pressed her lips to Pip?s. His eye widened at the action, at the police girl straddling his waist and just how high that little skirt was riding on her pale thighs. Cold lips met his warm ones and he smiled against the brief contact. All too soon for him, Seras pulled away and shyly realized her position.
It was Pip who spoke first, ?I didn?t think that skirt could get any shorter.? And then Seras realized she was giving him and anyone who might walk down that hall facing them a peek of her knickers. Though to make matters worse, Pip had another grin on his face a half second before someone politely cleared their throat. Turning her head, Seras glanced over her shoulder and saw Walter standing there, sly expression of amusement on his face though his eyes were politely cast down so as not to look at them.
She jumped up, straightening her skirt and apologizing profusely, ?It- it?s not what it looks like, he said? and I hit him?and?? Pip stood and casually slung his arm around Seras? shoulders.
Walter just smiled and looked to them, monocle gleaming in the dim light of the hallway, ?I need no explanations Miss Victoria. Though I do suggest the next time you wish to?exact revenge?upon Mr. Bernadette that you do so in a more private setting.?
Pip grinned, ?Yeah, police chick, lets you and I go someplace more ?private.? He leered and started sliding his hand around her shoulders down, down, closer right before- SLAP.
?PERVERT!? She huffed as Pip?s cheek stung and he wheeled around with a silly grin on his face, one of his hands coming up to touch the stinging warmth of the abused flesh. Seras stormed off, fists clenched, cheeks red with anger this time, muttering about just what she would do to him the next time he tried something like that.
The mercenary looked to Walter, a hand print visible on his cheek in shades of crimson and grinned, ?She likes me.? Before walking off and whistling the Eskimo song. Walter stood there a moment, watching him go and bowed his head with a knowing smile.
?Ah. Young love.? Then went back on about his business.
