Divine Retribution
Divine Retribution
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Divine
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Chapter One
“You are
still the little girl you were then…”
His words
rang through his memory. Leaning
slightly to one foot an inhuman grin swept his lithe face.
he had met so many, yet, so few years ago in a life of endless centuries.
She sat
pristinely, a queen among carrion, a prince of ignoble kings.
be. Pulling smoke idly from her thin
cigar, with a face like a brick wall.
Yet he could see differently. A
thin smile played across her beige lips.
“Give me an
order,” he breathed.
The shards
from the wine glass previously in his hand spattering blood from his palm
dripping languidly to the floor.
“It is your
choice,” the blood began to pool in an arc on the stones below.
Her frozen
gaze rose to meet his. Flame to ice,
the obsession and attraction were great within him.yes\"> He may be the monster, but he ached to claim the beast behind the
lidded azure.
“I choose
to live as I must,” was her beckoning answer.
How he desired to rise to her and seize her, but his subservience would
not allow it. “Help me reclaim my
nobility,” she said. His spirit faltered.
she spoke of. Truth and honour, life
and spirit. “You will accompany me to
this ‘trial’,” she spat, and sat back gracefully, allowing her hair to fall
from her right ear and frame her face.
“Yes, Miss
Integral Wingates Hellsing…” he cooed sarcastically, falling back to a velvet
chair adjacent to the table he had removed the chalice from, shaking the broken
glass dismissively from his palm. Only
she could torment him in this way, only she could tease the monster within him
with taunts he willingly set himself up for.
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She
regarded him with much distaste. “It’s
Sir, Alucard, I have not been stripped of my title yet…” she paused, pulling a
long drag from the cigar.
“When have
you known me to address a beautiful young lady in the evening as such?” he
asked amused. She gazed contemplatively
out the high barred window.
“I cannot
break out of here, Alucard, my nobility demands I satisfy the ‘Round Table’
with truth,” she hissed, thinking out loud to herself.
only companionship she received under this ‘barbaric’ treatment.
meaning of barbaric treatment.
“Do you
find my situation funny? You may soon
enough ‘find’ yourself without a master,” she smirked.
unwilling to deal with his intensity in her present state of pensiveness.
“You know I
would never allow that to happen,” he stated and she nodded absently.
large sum of cash to fund their current ventures, my master, you will find this
‘trial’ over within minutes,” she looked into his eyes fully.
“Yes,
Alucard, I have thought of that myself, but they despise the fact I even
exist,” she paused to pull from her cigar again; the smoke billowing around her
like a mantle of spirit. His master was
a lily among thorns. “I can only try…
even being the fools that they are they should have realized my funds have been
transferred overseas and out of their maniacal grasp,” at that he chuckled
softly.
“Yes, my
master, you can only try. I’m more than
sure you will prevail,” he stated, rising to leave her to her thoughts.
“Wait,” she
barked. He froze instantly and turned
to her. She stood, and even though her
head only measured to his shoulder, her spirit rose far above.
Walter faring, and Seras, is she still with us?” her voice betrayed her, the
emotion began to seep slowly through, so many lives had been wasted to this
ridiculous plot. He passed her another
cruel smile.
“Yes, my
master, forgive me for not informing you before now, even under ‘Round Table’
control, the remainder your soldiers are true.
Walter is recovering and Seras…” he let her name linger between them for
a moment. “Is seeing to his quick
recovery,” his eyes were aflame again; his mind was clicking like clockwork as
he observed her reaction.
“That news
is good, I can’t hear much, being confined in this blasted room,” she looked
about and bowed her head in disgust.
This was the most humbling of all, being locked like a rat in this tiny
room. He chuckled.
“Only
another day, Sir Hellsing, and then the trial,” he laughed.
eyes. This was quite amusing, seeing
herl-hel-hearted reaction his stoic master usually masked.
knew her mind, phal dal displays were always entertaining.
giving a mocking half-smile.
“You have
been a noble servant, Alucard, I thank you,” with that she turned ant
at
again, in the same position, one leg dangling and one leg pulled to her on the
small bed.
“Only a
servant?” he mocked. She shot an icy
stare in his direction. Heod iod inches
from the wall he had materialized from, casting his gaze over a squared
shoulder. “I like to think of us as at
least friends, or partners in crime perhaps?”
“You have
been my protector and… confidante of sorts, that is more than I can say for
anyone else I guess…” she focused on the wall ahead of her.
and closed her eyes.
An echo of
some foreign pain welled inside him. “I
am very thankful for both of you, don’t try my patience Alucard, you like to
play games that go in fruitless circles,” she looked at him again, with that
same chiding smile and those stone-set eyes.
He nodded and disappeared into the far wall.yes\"> Again she was left to her own devices.
He laughed
at himself as he passed through countless walls and corridors.
‘fruitless circles’. As he came to rest
in his own quarters the darkness of the space comforted him.
from himself at times.
A slight
noise resounded from the r cor corridor.
It was Seras, no doubt locked in another of her dark nighttime
musings. Why did the girl have to talk
to herself? Try as he might he couldn’t
keep her banter from his mind.
“If I would
have paid more attention, damn it! If I
would have been there, something told me I shouldn’t have gone on out on that
stupid Order!” she mumbled, he could hear her kicking something.
open as a book. Somehow that was
strangely endearing and annoying at the same time.yes\"> Many times playing sire to her was difficult to say the
least. He stretched his mind to meet
her own, sadness and anger stabbed at him, he smiled.
‘Police
girl, you blame yourself in such a stupid manner.yes\"> pan>pan>rnearneath your mind begs for release, tonight you should fee.’
he drilled at her, his lips still dancing in a smile.
Seras found
the sharp voice almost painful to her mind, even after many weeks the feeling
of his presence in her thoughts was alarming and a bit painful.
“Master…”
she breathed out loud. She had fed on
his blood, but the fledgling pact was still holding, he was still her beloved
master. She had to feed from a human to
consummate the rite and break from him.
She couldn’t, she wouldn’t take an innocent life.
considering her new situation, setting herself against moral argument after
argument. “I can’t… I won’t take
someone’s life,” she demanded. She
could almost see his feral grin in her mind.
‘I
p>
question your definition of innocence, police girl,’ he chuckled.
to the breaking threads ofanitanity amused him to no end.
good one, for both parties concerned.
Even though
the remark angered her a bit, the distraction was welcomed.
on the compound, reassuring the remaining soldiers, while her master was
restless and her master’s master locked away in some tiny room…
thoughts. Her master’s laugh echoed
through her mind. pan>pan>“Why do you enjoy
pain and anger?” she almost screamed, his laugh became overwhelming.
‘Because
it is in my nature, Police Girl, and you will find it in yours as well,’
was his answer, and with that he withdrew from her mind.
tearlessly. The mansion’s
couldn’t muster enough fluid from her system to form tears.
Mr. Walter
had assured her that once he fully recovered he would attend to the
matter. She smiled; at least he had
survived the rape of the Hellsing organization.yes\"> Protecting their commander he had received his wounds, she couldn’t
say the same for herself. She had been
throwing herself in the way of harm uselessly. spanspan>Her master was stronger than she ever could have believed.
began to drift, blissfully thoughtless for once.
Integral
had not slept the entire night, now fully dressed; she mentally prepared
herself for the ‘trial’ awaiting her.
Footsteps down the corridor told her the guards where coming to escort
her, she looked to the shadows. Where
thatthat blasted vampire? A quick glint
of a fanged grin told her he was present and she sighed.
“Sir
Hellsing, the committee awaits,” said a highly decorated guard, gesturing for
her to step outside. She followed on
cue and found herself walking the long of mile of her impending judgment.
startled. Something was amiss.
voices met her ears. With her
heightened sense of hearing, she had found it hard to block all the banter of
the mansion for first few nights of her vampiric infanthood.
She soon grew
accustomed but the endless drone usually ceased somewhat this late in the
evening. She adjusted the coffin-lid of
her bed and stepped out, donning a bathrobe over her nightgown to see what the
problem was.
In the
soldier recreation room there were many groups of men huddled, drinking and
talking, she met up with a young recruit named Bill to begin her questions.
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“Hey Bill,
what’s the fuss about?” she questioned; Bill was a bit unnerved by her state of
dress and shot her a quick smile.
“Sergeant
Seras! I thought you would be the first
to know, the Round Table has made a deci to to depose Sir Hellsing,” bill
replied. Seras turned a whiter shade of
pale.
“What? At that mal> “I know Upon “Miss “It’s true “The “In the far The Somehow. She felt a She sensed However, .<'>. . . A/N: Thank you flowers
caught herself on the back of an awaiting chair.yes\"> Bill nodded solemnly and she sat down.yes\"> The room had become quiet upon her arrival and many of the
soldiers where staring at her, she was used to it.yes\">
moment the door swung open and there stood Walter, leaning heavily on a cane
with his left arm in a sling, she rose instantly but something in his eyes told
her to sit and she slid back into her seat quietly.yes\"> All eyes where on him.
you’ve heard some nasty rumours circulating, I’m here to clear that up.
was undecided and negotiations will take more time than predicted, the inquiry
is still in effect and you should go about your duties, making sure to dismiss
these terrible accusations on our noble leader,” he announced in one huge
breath. After a moment of silence,
conversation began to strike up again.
Seras looked to Walter and he motioned for her to follow.
exiting the door Walter lead her hurriedly in the direction of her own
quarters, he opened her door and slipped inside, she followed suit.
deeply, she sat at her table and offered the other seat to him, he declined.
Seras, I am here to inform you of a mission you will be needed for, I suggest
you get dressed,” he sighed; she knew something was out of place.
isn’t it Walter, the counsel wants to depose her,” she asked.
of paper and handed it to her, she took it and looked at him questioningly.
information you need is noted there, May the Queen keep you in good favour and
God give you speed, Miss Seras,” and with a warm smiled he turned and limped
out of her quarters. She swallowed hard
and looked at the note.
courtyard, behind the great chapel, 1:30 AM…” She read to herself aloud.
wondered where her master could be, shouldn’t he be telling her this?
she had one hour. She quickly removed
her robe and gown and jumped into her small shower.
landscape was dark, but given her new powers she prowled silently as a
cat. She thought it best to use every
power within her to be discreet. This
mission must be important, God knows she didn’t want the organization to fall
and she would hopefully help keep it together somehow.
wave of sadness hit her. What would she
do if it did? Would she go through long
empty years like that poor vampire child?
She snapped out of her musings quickly, she has arrived.
To wait? But for who… or
what?
movement and knew instantly it was human, warm and alive, prowling like this
made her feel as if she were on the hunt.
She shook her head violently, no.
she must find out what this human was doing, and who that person was.
over. At the base of a tree was a
crouched figure, sitting silently. As a
cloud departed from the moon a streak of light hit the face, it couldn’t be…
now I think I’m ready to put it up (hopefully).yes\"> I know that ‘Hellsing’ readers are a wholly different breed then
my usual readers. If you detest my
style, go ahead and flame my head off.
I’ll be stronger for it in the end.