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Ancient Children	By : Meirav Category: Hellsing > General Views: 2389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ancient Children
- 2-2
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Disclaimer: I do not own X. Katherina and
Nicola are mine.

Author�s thanks: to ladyraylen (such compliments,
thank you, you made me blush) and to Britomartis from AFF and Sure-Bu from
AFF.

Author�s notes: after a short scan of story summaries I�ve come to realise
that the �old familiar of Alucard�s/new danger upon
London� scenario is quite common but still, bare with this seemingly common
story, I hope I�ll be able to make this one stick out from all the others as
different.

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2.

Lady Integra blinked.

Then blinked again.

For the first time in many years of service Walter
switched his weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

�You say he brought someone into the mansion Walter?�

�I�m afraid so Lady Integra�

�And, as it appears, this someone is a vampire?�

�Yes, that is so�

�And you�ve allowed it because?�

�Ah, my lady, I wasn�t there to see it but told about
it by Miss. Seras�

�And she did not try to stop him because he�s her
master correct?�

seeing how the blond chief was looking sideways, the
way she lit her cigar and placed it on a particular spot on the edge of her
lips and the way her head was slightly inclined to the side to which she looked
Walter realized it was a question she asked herself out loud and that there is
no need for him to answer her.

Integra got up and walked across her large table,
taking her ashtray with her instinctively. She walked past Walter and out of
the room with her head heavy with thoughts enough to make her ignore anyone on
the way to the basement where Alucard was said to have placed this new vampire.

Many ideas and explanations to this new vampire sprang
in her mind to ease the silent bubbling at the back of her head, a bubbling she
preferred to stifle and quench.

Alucard had, after all, been out on the prowl for this
Katherina all day. Perhaps while he was there he had gathered knowledge of another
vampire who might assist him with finding the new menace. This vampire, she
calculated, was called over to the mansion as soon as the sun set to talk to
Alucard and inform him of what he knows.

There was a snag in this theory; why would Alucard invite
an alien vampire to this mansion? Why not go out and meet the man outside
Hellsing territory?

The snag had two explanations:

One is that Alucard probably made a name for himself
as a very ancient and powerful vampire who could squash any sign of resistance
and rebellion might another vampire try to show it. Therefore, fearlessly, he invited
the vampire into the very lion pit for his kind knowing the little monster will
be aware of the danger in trying to sabotage the institution and won�t even try
to.

Explanation two was that Alucard was probably somewhat
worn out from a full day in the sunlight and wished to be closer to his coffin
and his blood donation bags and therefore, along with explanation one�s
knowledge, invited the vampire into the institution.

There was another theory and that is that Alucard had
made a new vampire some days or months ago and, fearing her wrath, kept the man
hidden until a more appropriate time for introductions came to tell her about
it. Now was a good time for introductions because Hellsing was facing another
archenemy so any ally from the undead would come as a blessing.

Integra went through those two theories in her mind
before deciding that the latter was the one she preferred the most.

She was walking the long wide cold and damp corridors
of the maze her mansion�s basement, nearing the room Walter informed her now
contained a third vampire under the Hellsing roof.

Seeing Victoria standing
by the door with that puppy dog look made all her theories start creaking and
snapping above her, threatening to come tumbling down
on her.

It made the silent seething at the back of her mind
bubble harder with more heat and wrath.

�Seras�� why was she lacking in words?! Whenever did
she find herself at a loss of commanding things to tell anyone, let alone to
this particular underling of all?!

Victoria hung huge
red eyes at her and wrinkled her nose to hold back a sob. �Lady Integra� she
whimpered back. Since when was she suddenly inclined to share something as
private as the feelings fluttering in her chest with the tall, cold, commanding
woman approaching her.

�Is he in there Seras?�

�Who is madam?�

�The new vampire� bits of tobacco and tiny shards of
the brown paper wrapping Integra�s cigar scattered in her mouth as she
involuntarily bit into it�s butt.

�Ah�.yes�.he�s sleeping at the moment I think�

�Sleeping? At night time? Are
you sure he�s a vampire?!�

�Yes madam, I saw his eyes madam. Besides, master
brought him a lot of blood bags a while ago and walked out of the room with all
of them empty�

�I see. Where is Alucard now?�

�I think he�s off to bring the new vampire some
clothes, the ones on him are all torn and dirty and tattered�

�I see�

�He won�t let me into the room. He told me not to let
anyone out of the room�

�Oh really?!� the bubbling in her mind took over
everything, along with the wrath that is to have one�s authority waved off and
canceled behind one�s back so easily and over such a trifle matter.

She almost pushed Victoria out of
her way and brought her hand down powerfully on the door�s knob; twisting it
and throwing the door open powerfully.

All the doors in the basement, nay, in the whole of
Hellsing mansion, are opened into the room so as to make it possible for
defenders of the institution to hide behind the opened door and ambush whomever
it is that tries to attack them.

The trick worked now as Integra was given the sudden
impression that she walked into an empty room.

She blinked and stared into the damp gloom, the dark
green with moss walls staring back at her.

She shook herself inwardly and walked past the door to
look at the part of the room hidden by the open door.

Fearing at first, then dreading terribly, suddenly
aware that her higher commander had done something and that is probably okay
then because she�s higher in command then her master, dreadful and giddy again,
then finally overcome by curiosity and the same bubbling suspicious as her high
commander, Victoria walked into the room after the taller blond.

******************

The saleslady ogled at the latest costumer trying to
make her mind up if he was creepy or sexy.

The cascading black hair so smooth and straight made
her heart skip a beat. His height and the elegance of his clothes assured her
that the �tall dark handsome stranger� myth really did exist.

His face, from what she remembered it, made her pull
out of her sudden specific interest in the new costumer. A
bit too pale, a bit too sharp, the eyes too focused and somewhat blood-red, the
features in a whole giving off a somewhat demonic air.

But all in all, she decided, she liked this new man
and will try her best to snag him. She straightened her shirt downwards to
deepen her cleavage and stood under the chilling air conditioner knowing the
effect it�ll cause with her not wearing a bra today. She re-smeared her
lipstick and quickly checked her reflection in a small mirror her equally
frisky partner behind the counter placed there for exactly these times.

But the stranger with his blazing red jacket and white
gloves (must be a fashion statement of some sort), with the soul-gazing eye
pattern on his necktie, turned his back to them and ignored both of the giggling
excited girls.

He scanned through the hung jackets short temperedly
before yanking one off its rake and draping it across his forearm.

He turned his wrath towards the piles of neatly folded
shirts on a small glass and silver stand and dug through them as if looking for
a hidden treasure underneath.

He finally found something, then placed it back on the
pile, disheveled and messy, in order to yank another shirt from the piles.

Then he scanned what he held so far and stormed off furiously
back to the jacket rake and replaced the earlier chosen jacket, yanking another
with twice the force he yanked the first one out.

Then he charged at the pants rake, flipping through
them carelessly, with the most scornful pair of eyes the salesladies ever saw
on a shopper (even on the male ones who were known for impatient and scorn at
any design shopkeepers had in their boutiques) before yanking three pairs, each
from a different location.

�You see Sandra, he remembered several of the pants he
saw as good and when he finished scanning through them all he gathered all
those he liked�

�That�s very clever isn�t it? He�s a good shopper he
is�

�And a looker too� the now completely pimped-up
saleslady giggled.

�Oh sir, suits you sir, oh, sir, oh� Sandra giggled
back.

The mysterious costumer in red had just noticed, with
the most amusing look of baffle and (dare we say about a person as this
particular costumer?) betrayal, that while he had picked three pairs of pants
he had only picked one shirt and one jacket.

Huffing and puffing he stormed back to the stand with
piles of shirts on it when the pimped-up saleslady made a note to him that
there�s another rake of shirts.

She found the pair of sharp eyes really blood-red and
quite unnerving in a bad way as they lay on her with such a look of near
horror. The costumer stared at her as if she just informed him that an
organization of cloned vampires from an old failing European dictatorship was
attacking his institution and were now parading his coffin across Trafalgar
Square hooting and booing at it merrily.

Then he became soft as butter and allowed her to show
him to spoken rakes, gazing at the hung shirts thoughtfully. Running his gloved
hand across the edge of one of the shirts on the rake, the costumer stared at
them with awe.

He then scanned through them all, snatching five of
them this time.

Realizing that he had still failed to find another
four matching jackets and was two pants short the costumer walked across the
store, brushing the cooing saleslady and found the items he had lacked.

Every time it was the same; he found too many of this
item and ran off to complete the set, only to find more items of the other
kind; a vicious circle many males find themselves caught up in while shopping without
the aid of a woman.

Sandra�s comrade returned to her position behind the
counter and observed, with much glee and joy, the slow hurricane storming
through their store.

�Men are such horrible shoppers aint
they?�

They giggled, stifling it as they noticed the costumer
finished picking his clothes and walked towards the counter.

He did not pay yet but laid all the items on the desk slowly
sorting them out and placing them in sets on the counter. There were seven sets
now, all well matching and quite elegant.

Sandra had noted, with great disappointment, that the
costumer had chosen clothes two sizes smaller then his approximated size. Such
a thing along with the concentrated and baffled behavior meant that these were
not bought for his future post-diet body, nor for the body of a brother or a
son�.she will tell her comrade later when she will be less bewitched by the
long dark hair and the style of the costumer�s clothes.

Finally pulling out a credit card the costumer
gathered his multiple bags and, once the sets were paid for, walked out of the
store.

He stopped at the doorway frozen against the chill of
the night and the sounds of the bustling city revealed to him by the opening
glass doors.

He turned to the ladies �He will need shoes�..� he
spoke to them for the first time �and underwear�.and socks�..�

Then finally he left them to ponder and giggle and
sigh over the mysterious handsome man who would probably prefer to do their
make up over smearing it with his ravishing lips as they wanted him to.

The mysterious costumer, as you might have guessed by
now, was so unaware of what he was doing and how he looked to the outside world
that he carried out all his shopping without one stop to realize what he was
doing in his status and seized these foolish activities, or at least hid his
shopping bags.

It is lucky, indeed, that the mirrors on the stores of
the shopping district and the usually reflecting glass walls and doors could
not cast back Alucard�s image to him due to his
undead-ness or they would bring the end of his shopping spree and the poor new
vampire in the room that was once his will have to keep on wandering the world dressed
in tattered and dirty rags.

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The large concrete and stone altar-like platform where
Alucard�s coffin usually resided was now occupied by
a sleeping slim body covered and well tucked by a thick soft duvet.

Alucard not only tucked him in but bothered to place a
thick mattress under the vampire�s body to shield him from the stone platform�s cold.

Integra and Victoria did something they�ve never done
in their life; they looked at each other like a couple of friends whose
thoughts were clear and coherent to the other. For the first time it seemed
they went past the �commander and soldier� relationship and replaced it with
something very close to sisterhood.

They neared the slab and Integra asked Victoria to turn
the light on. Yes, she asked her instead of commanded her.

Victoria had
answered with completely obeying it without her usual �Yes madam�.

The light poured down on the sleeping vampire thus
finally sating the girl�s hunger and burning curiosity.

Like a two-edged sword, it satisfied their curiosity
about one thing only to make that feeling much, much worse, almost unbearable,
about something else.

But before we�ll turn to look into the heart of hearts
of the two ladies, let us describe the vampire Alucard brought into his warm
nest, into his home of a lion�s den.

His body was very thin and very lean yet obviously
agile and muscular in its own minimal way. By his shape it seemed this vampire
had, before his introduction to the dark blood, been skin bones and muscles,
nothing more. He was young before his �death� and yet freshness and youth did
not radiate from him.

From a quick scan of his features it seemed that this
person, before the Blood locked his body in its current state, knew days of
famine, violence, worry, war and much turmoil.

His clothes were lying in a waste disposal bin at the
far corner of the room and by the way they lay there it was obvious that they
were cast away angrily.

The one who cast away those clothes had left the new
vampire exposed to the scrutinizing eyes of the two women in the room.

They noticed that his skin was very pale and somewhat
sickly looking and that his body was only now beginning to pump the newly
accumulated blood into it.

Many scars scattered across the shoulders, arms and
chest of the vampire who lay on the mattress, on his back, with his arms
splayed sideways as if dead and uncaring.

Some scars were shallow and thin as hair strands, some
were deep canyons into the flesh, some joined together like a river splitting
as it runs, some were slightly swollen until the two beholders shuddered trying
to think up what caused these horrid marks.

Another thin scar carved through the vampire�s face,
on the high set cheekbone under the left eye. Sadly this one served only to
highlight the face�s features.

Indeed the face had several lovely features, as its
two female observes noted with some discomfort.

The dark brown hair fell scattered on the pillow at
the vampire�s head thus revealing the vampire completely.

He had an eye patch to his right eye, a dirty worn out
one of simple brown leather overused into silky softness. It did not serve to
mar the face�s beauty, on the contrary, like the scar it somehow managed to highlight
it!

The vampire�s face was delicate and thin, slightly
pointy at the chin but altogether quite pleasant.

The lips were soft and plump, now slightly pink with
the new blood passing through them.

The eyebrows were not too thick and not too thin but
bold enough to give the face a right form. The cheekbones, as mentioned earlier,
were high set and flattering. The nose was small and well shaped though a
diagonal scar at its bridge marked its breaking once a long time ago.

All in all the vampire, along
with his slender body and beautiful face, was quite an eyesight.

This, the two ladies, did not like. Parts of them knew why while others preferred
to ignore the reason and pretend to be dissatisfied with the suddenly growing
number of vampires in this bloody institution.

But they had other emotions other then the bubbling at
the back of their minds.

*****************

in the whole of the institution with it�s newly hired
mercenaries, it�s servants knowledgeable in the ways of warlike days, it�s
soldiers trained with aggression, schooled in the ways of rough combatant men
and it�s one quite old and somewhat lecherous to strife and discord, no one had
a heart as pure and innocent as Victoria Seras�.

For she was a simple girl, loyal and happy with what
she got, humble and loving. Though often a bit dim she was a very good girl.

Victoria was
fascinated by the idea that her master had brought in a vampire he had made a
while ago, innocently hoping she might find a brother figure in this new
arrival.

She looked down upon the sleeping beauty on the slab
and her heart raced as she dreamt up sitting to talk about her master with the
stranger.

Getting to know each other in secret behind their
master�s back, plotting harmless little family schemes, laughing together.

Maybe this Nicola will help her learn the skills of
being a vampire without her master�s constant short tempered lack of patience;
perhaps she�ll end up really having the brother she never had!

Also she was very happy for her master. The way
Alucard fussed over the young man and the softness in his voice as he spoke
around him made it clear he held the undead youth very dearly in his heart.

Alucard had obviously been away from Nicola for a very
long time and the reunion made Victoria fill with
warmth at the two�s happiness. She knew her master was often cold and distant
at times despite his rare spurs of warmth and near fatherhood towards her and
if there was a creature, object, idea out there to open him up a bit more
Victoria would have gone to the edges of the world to get it for him.

But behind the near childish happiness and the
excitement of a new thing discovered about her master lay the bubbling.

Victoria might be
a fool but like most women she knew her feelings well. Those towards her master
she knew but hid well under her usual fa�ade to keep herself from scorching
them by getting too close to the fire.

Her master, she knew, had very little chances of ever
returning any emotion other then pseudo-fatherhood towards her. These chances
she preferred to nurture by being a good girl, an obedient and clever girl as
much as she could while acting maturely and not so stumbly-tumbly
around him.

She did her best and just when it seemed to be working
it all came crushing down on her. No, it limped at her through the main gate
and collapsed into the arms of her master. She knew that and sighed inwardly.

Will she try to outshine the new arrival? Will she
wait patiently until the excitement of the reunion will fade into routine and
then strike the �hey, I�m the brilliant smaller child, look at me!� pose?

That could work. Could being a very big word
symbolizing something very, very small.

She hoped.

Maybe this Nicola will be a low intelligence,
miserable, dropout, silly, redundant thing who won Alucard�s
worry and fuss only due to the long time the two spent away from each other.

Maybe Alucard left the man because Nicola was a snide,
wrongly-proud, selfish, power-tripping, cunning, double crossing, evil, nasty
man and won Alucard�s attention due to the sad condition
in which he limped over through the big gate.

In these cases Victoria had
nothing to worry about.

But what if it wasn�t so?

**********************

Integra was not really educated in the ways of
emotions and the coming of Nicola only served to make her realize just how crippled
she is in the domains of the heart.

Hers was a militant education; youths as cold as a
rifle�s steel, freedom of thought out of the tactics and commanding as long
lived as a tracked down and aimed at ghoul.

She did not watch soaps or read romantic novels. Did not go to a public or private schools to meet other girls her
age. She spent the years most influential on one�s soul and mind in the
company of gun wielding, heavy minded and constantly plotting mature men.

She looked at Nicola and knew not what to think, knew
not the sensations in her own chest and the sudden heat in her head.

She knew she was angry, as many great commanders and
soldiers. She knew she was disappointed of one of her underlings as a master
and commander could. She knew she was slightly sad like all admirals over a
backfiring plan.

The rest was an unidentified chaos and a headache she
simply couldn�t be bothered with as long as she did not have a glass of whiskey
and a new cigar between her lips.

She turned her back on the sleeping Nicola and stormed
out of the room slamming the door behind her almost locking Victoria inside.

As she stormed up the stairs back to her office where
she can accumulate those two ingredients so needed for her coherent thinking in
this state a memory flashed before her eyes.

She sat in her office scanning over paperwork,
re-reading and re-phrasing several of her orders while munching/smoking her
latest cigar (the crystal ashtray balanced miraculously on top of two different
paper piles with a very deep void awaiting it to crush between them).

Suddenly the vampire came through the wall and crushed
to the floor face first most unceremoniously. He stayed there recovering for a
while with his face deep in her dark crimson carpet.

Integra blinked at this, her cigar hanging dangerously
about to fall down towards the flammable precious paperwork. She stifled a need
to walk over to him and ask him if he was alright while helping him to his
feet.

A few moments later, and with a low groan of pain,
Alucard pulled himself off the crimson fabric and looked back across his
shoulder at the wall he just passed through.

Integra blinked.

�Hey� the vampire said with youthful disappointment
�the skateboard didn�t pass through�

Integra stifled the wild laughter as soon as her
chuckling began showing signs of disrupting her status-appropriate behavior.

Later in the day she asked Walter, Victoria, even Pip
if they�ve seen Alucard skateboarding around the house and received negative answered
from them all. It appears that Alucard pretended to have ridden the thing for
the joke�s sake.

So far the memory would make a smile break out on her
face, in the cold lonely hours of late night. But now she felt not the joy and
spur of silly happiness as she did before. Sadness and a heavy bitterness
marred the earlier emotions.

She closed the heavy door behind her and realized
suddenly that she was not in her office but in her bedroom. She blinked at this
and sighed.

She gazed at the clock; it was late enough to go to
bed. She shrugged and walked over to her shower to prepare for the night.

This time the pre-sleep watching over the courtyard
through her balcony ceremony lasted longer as its performer leaned her arms on
the railing and placed her chin on them to gaze sullenly at the huge moon above
the world.

*******************

Alucard walked into his room with his load of shopping
bags and brushed past Victoria ignorantly.

She tried to call him but got brushed off. She
retreated and pouted in the shadows. At least he allowed her to be in the room
as he woke Nicola, a right she was ever so grateful for.

Alucard shook the vampire by his shoulder gently until
the one seeing eyes opened to reveal just how big, well shaped and captivating
it is.

The new vampire stared up at Alucard and kept quiet,
scanning his master�s face and appearance.

After staring down at his older fledgling
Alucard began speaking.

�Nicola� was the only thing Victoria managed to
understand from the language he spoke, the same east European dialect soft
spoken and fluent.

It was probably something about how Nicola should get himself washed up and re-dressed because Alucard placed the multiple
shopping bags (the idea of their accumulation amusing Victoria to no
end) at the vampire�s feet and turned his back to the man.

The youthful vampire stared faintly at his master and
turned to snoop through the bags without saying a word in return.

He seemed to be regarding everything as awe filling
and mysteriously modern.

He pulled out a pair of snickers and stared bewildered
at them. He pulled at thier laces and pinched the plastic
soles with awe. Victoria wondered
if he is about to bite it to better value it.

Then he pulled a random shirt out of a bag, picked a
pair of pants in the same manner and placed them out before him.

Alucard, who kept his back
turned to the fledgling and his expression empty so far, turned to the vampire
and pulled out a pair of boxers from another bag.

Nicola stared at them and then blinked at his master
with that dim-eyed, slightly cloudy lightheaded eyes.

Alucard placed the boxers on the vampire�s blanket-covered
lap and sighed. He turned his attention to Victoria and
kindly, but much coldly, asked her to leave the room and able Nicola to dress
properly. As he spoke a sudden heavy accent snuck into his words as if the
sudden usage of the dialect brought it back to life.

Victoria, who was already dark pink, stuttered an �Of
course, so sorry� and fled the room.

She closed the door behind her and leaned on it
feeling the heat in her face come in contrast with the damp coolness of the basement�s
corridors.

She didn�t know why but she began humming, even
singing out loud, an old song she heard back when she was a child as her father
played his favorite records.

�Don�t know much about history�

�Don�t know much biology�.

******************

The edge of her long skirt, out of fashion a few
centuries ago, danced on the wind making the shiny pink fabric appear as a
flame burning amidst the lush foliage of the tree she was standing in.

Accompanied by her long ago friend and maid she
observed the Hellsing mansion with much glee. The moonlight shone off her shiny
white teeth and the pointy canines between her gloss-made pink lips.

Her maid, Suzanne Clay to any enquiring britton and Svetlana (family name long ago forgotten as Katherina�s) in reality, stood on a branch nearby and
sniggered as her master, though she did not always look at the same direction
for she often turned her eyes to her master to check on her condition from time
to time.

Katherina was very happy. Her sweet round plump
features softened, filled with warmth of newly drank fresh blood.

�You see Svetlana my love� she cooed sweetly like an apparent
innocent schoolgirl with the soul of a conniving rat residing inside �he is
inside and already �Alucard� had embraced him back into his heart, the fool�

�You mean the count��

�No Svetlana! I will not hear that man�s name carried
with such a title anymore!� Katherina barked at her maid angrily, risking their
camouflage �He is tamed by the mortals now sweet girl
and had gone sour and weak�

Svetlana raised her eyebrows and turned her eyes, as
her master did, back to the mansion.

�He is a disgrace, no longer
a vampire, a gun wielding idiot, a groveling dog and I
will not accept and recognize his authority here! He had signed his own death
note when he joined in with the mortals�

The way she drawled on �mortals� made Svetlana realize
just how disgusted her madam was with her former master and maker.

She wondered, reflecting on the long ago dusty past when
she bowed at the tall dark man as he passed across her in the corridors and
halls of his great mansion.

Time, as she realized when she began to fully think as
a vampire, changes everyone and her former employer had certainly suffered the
damage of time.

�But for now Svetlana my darling� Katherina resumed
her overly sweetened tone �for now let him bask with Nicola and think the world
is calm and warm and kind to him�

She leaped off the tree and walked towards the main
road flipping her cell phone open and rapping on its dials.

Svetlana stayed by her master�s side preaching her to
cover her shoulder against the chilly night, put her hands deeper into the
muffler the keep them from freezing, like all servants of a noble lady do,
until the cab arrived.

�Come Svetlana, we ride. Let the impeached count live
in illusion for a while�.

�Yes my lady�

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