Suffer The Little Children

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Up in Sir Integra's bedroom, Seras was placed on a stool as a seamstress was measuring the hem and length on the fledgling's new dress. Walter and Integra Hellsing were standing near the door while Alucard sat on the edge of the bed leaning foreward with his arms resting on his knees enjoying the bored look on Seras face as she had to stand on the stool being told to raise her arms outstretched in a mock impression of a crucified Jesus (without the wooden cross) on the dressor was a head mannequin wearing what appeared to be a simple catholic whipple fit much to a novice or someone of lower standing in the abbey heirarchy. In her hands, Integra held the forged bio-documents that Seras would have to use to get into the orphanage. It was a long and tedious hour with only a sigh of relief coming from the police girl's lips when the seamstress said it would not take a minute longer.

"I hope so," sighed Seras,"because my arms are getting tired."

"Just hold still," reminded Walter holding Sera's clothes that she had wore a while ago,"I am sure its nothing you haven't handled before...getting fitted for a outfit I mean."

Alucard smirked,"Besides Police Girl, you look kinda cute in that."

Seras's eyes perked up,"Really?"

"Yeah...like a penguine..." He ended with a uproar of laughter.

Seras snarled quietly to herself at Alucard's joke wishing she had her halconnen with her at the moment.

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On the trip back to Rome, Maxwell ran through his head the best way to tell Father Anderson that not only did he get help from those they had once accused, but that the said accuser and his fledgling would come to his orphanage to capture the vampire. It would be obvious that Anderson would not take it well, if possible, maybe have a heart attack or a stroke as soon as the words left his lips. Walking towards The Orphanage he rehearsed the line in his head making sure that nothing sounded wrong or out of place. The sound of children made his heart drop instead of lift it as it would any other person. However, it just reminded him of Integra's criticizing decision. Did she really think that he would stoop that low to forsake a few little kids in favor of his righteous Catholic duties to Iscariot and The Vatican?

Who did she think he was?

The sound of children were louder behind the building in the back were the playground was situated. He rounded the corner of the building until he saw Anderson standing there like a sentinel supervising his orphans. He was not alone. Standing there next to him was a young woman with deep blue eyes wearing a long black dress and novice whipple, wrapped around her waist was a layer of thick rosary beads with a small cross trailed down next to her thigh . She was talking with Father Anderson as he was listening quietly about the concern raging about canceling 'Adoption Day' in wake of the vampire attacks.

"Its just that," she whispered,"wouldn't it rise more questions if-" Suddenly she spotted Father Maxwell and tapped on Alexander's shoulder to address the other priest,"-oh hello Father Maxwell, back from the conference already?"

"Yes, trust me it wasn't much," he replied,"Father Anderson may I speak with you for a minute?"

Anderson nodded, turning to the sister next to him,"Sister Lillie, do you mind watching them for a while until I get back?"

"Of course..." Sister Lillie answered with an angelic grin on her face.

She watched them disappear into through the back door leading into the kitchen.

Inside the large kitchen which consisted of a two large stoves, a fridge, and a large table and chairs for preparing the meals; Anderson noticed now unusually restless Maxwell was going around the kitchen getting out the coffee, constantly asking the paladin if he wanted anything to go with his coffee, this of course worried him. Living under the same roof with Enrico, gave Anderson a sixth sense in picking up Maxwell's little idiosecrecies that seem to pop up during certain occurances. Whereas Integra dealt with a impending bad news with the use of her cigars, Enrico turned to coffee. Sometimes depending on the problem he would be downing two to three cups in a heartbeat. There was no better reason, Anderson thought to himself, to simply say it straight out.

"We are in another 'alliance' with them again, aren't we?" he gritted the word alliance through his teeth, realizing now it was nothing more than a dead hollowed out word that was merely for show to the rest of the world and not of anything significant, "how many do we go through with Hellsing, enough that it has become a joke now Father Maxwell, what else happened back there?"

The coffee maker began its click and bubbling sound the moment Maxwell turned it on. He silently took a chair and sat across from Anderson as he laid out what had transpired during his confrontation with Integra including telling her about the incident and how it was suppose to turn out to be a mere interrogation involving Alucard and that it suddenly became a investiagtion-a pawn in another one of thier godforsaken "missions" so to speak and Hellsing was going to bring in thier top two pagan agents in to take over for four days straight.

"That is how much time they will give us until they indentify the vampire..." Maxwell explained

Suddenly, Anderson swung his arm out and knocked over another chair to the left of him hurling it across the room and clatter noisely over the flooboards quieting the rest of what Maxwell would say. His face turned pale and his nostrils flailed with outrage. If there wasn't a table inbetween them, Enrico would of have been a crator at the moment. Father Maxwell got up from his chair and put his hands up defensively trying to calm a agitated paladin down.

"What kind of man of god are you!?" shouted Father Anderson,"leading those heathens right to our lambs, if you had any sense you would call Sir Hellsing up and tell her to call their stupid investigation off! I don't need thier damn help I can protect those orphans myself if I have to!"

"And a lot of good that did us!" The Italian's face became red and he took a deep breath,"listen, I don't like this anymore than you do, The Lord knows that we can't stand them for a minute let alone four days, but it was that stupid rat-face's decision not mine, and besides...if it really is Alucard than what better to prove it than on our own turf and send him into the Vatican's waiting judgement to be prosecuted, eh?"

Anderson's eyebrow raised.

"Think about it," added Maxwell, "even if they catch the vampire, there is no way Alucard is going to leave Italy after we're through with him, at least, not in one piece."

And oh The Paladin did. It was his guilty little pleasure, a dream, to be there when Alucard was brought to The Pope beaten, bruised, and in chains to be tortured in every possible way, the same way that Moses was brought in chains before the Pharoh. Only this time it wouldn't be by Alucard's standards or by God, this would be exact revenge on the vampire. Throwing Holy water on him, starving him, reducing that vain, egotistical vampire into nothing more than the sorry sack of crap that he truely was and humilate him TRUELY humilate him before God and everyone else within Iscariot. It would be a dream come true.

Besides, he would be watching the children just as closely now as the vampire agents would. Not just from the vampire that was attacking them, but from Alucard himself. Even if he had to stay up all night to make sure it was done.

"Right," replied Anderson,"four days, and I will at least try and get along with them, but I am not going to like it you know."

"I know..."

Maxwell moved from the table to pour himself some coffee and indulged into its steamy aroma.

"Don't worry," he assured his Scottish friend, "we are not going to let them take over the investigation absolutely, this is still our land and our orphanage, and as always...whether attacking or aiding us..."

"...the only good vampire is a dead vampire." finished Anderson.

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Around ten p.m. that night, Seras was dressed head to toe in a nun habit and whipple. Aside from a rosary drapped around her neck or waist, she make a remarkable sister. Teresa the seamstress that had fitted the police woman into the disguise, packed up her sewing kit and her fabric patterns and called on her cellphone for a cabbie to take her home from Hellsing. Once the woman made her way down the stairs to the front main entrance of the manor, Integra approached Seras with a folder.

"Everything is in here," she explained, "a birth certificate, passport, even a resume and background check of references."

Seras opened the folder as Alucard looked over her shoulder,"Mary?" she questioned,"my name is going to be 'Mary'?"

"Its a catholic name," stated Integra,"it will help you blend in."

Walter stepped foreward next, with a plane ticket to Rome, mouthing words of luck to her as he placed it in Seras 'Mary' Victoria's hands.

TBC

A/N:Yes...cliffhanger, no? Thank you for reading my story it means alot to me...