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Midnight Roses	By : FlameWolf666 Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 7370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: Just some more small fixes.
Chapter Three: Odd Behavior
Walter knocked at the large oak door in front of him, a worried look replacing his normal grin. “Enter,” came a commanding female voice from the other side. The wizened butler swung the heavy door open just enough to admit his slim form before closing it behind himself.
“Walter? What brings you here?” Integra asked in a smooth voice, quirking a platinum brow at her faithful companion. Aromatic smoke curled around her head as she sat in the dim room, the faint light bouncing off the smoke giving her an almost otherworldly look. The imposing femme took another deep drag of her cigarillo as Walter came towards her recently replaced desk.
“Sir Integra I have some rather interesting news about Ms. Stone and Alucard,” he replied smoothly, stopping in front of her desk to bow. His ebony ponytail stuck straight out from the back of his head, not quite long enough to reach his neck.
“He hasn't killed her has he?” Integra asked in a tired voice, steepling her long, white gloved fingers under her nose.
“Of course not sir. In fact he seems to almost be treating her as a perspective consort. A group of soldiers on the stairs harassed Ms. Stone on her way here. After I was done dropping her off, I had gone back to dole out appropriate punishment. I found the offenders severely injured, with several broken limbs; clearly the work of Alucard,” Walter began, his normal grin replaced with a look of concern.
“Anything else happen?” the platinum haired woman asked as she got to her feet, turning to look out the huge window behind her desk.
“Yes, when I confronted Alucard about the soldiers he reacted strangely. He reacted like Vlad would,” the butler whispered, fear and awe edging into his voice as his blue eyes took on a far away look.
Integra tensed, turning her head slightly to look at Walter assessingly. “I hope for all our sakes that isn't true. If he ever regains his memories....,” she began, cutting herself off with a violent shudder.
“Perhaps it would behoove us to move Ms. Stone before more of these incidents happen,” Walter suggested gently, his gloved hands clasped behind his back as he watched his mistress.
Integra froze for a moment, her cigarillo clamped tightly between her teeth as she seemed to consider Walter's suggestion. “I suppose you're right Walter, no point in putting the whole castle at risk just because I'm curious. I suppose I'll never find out why Alucard reacts so strangely to this one woman,” she conceded, disappointment thick in her voice.
“I'm sure Alucard will be utterly insufferable. Where shall I move Ms. Stone?” the loyal butler asked politely, his grin beginning to return. The grin didn't reach his eyes, which stayed full of concern.
“Ugh, that infuriating vampire will probably think he's won. Move her to one of the rooms by mine. I have a feeling that will deter any would be rapists from trying to enter,” snarked the female commander, crushing her cigarillo out irritably in the ashtray on her desk.
“Very good, I shall go inform Ms. Stone and Alucard of the new developments,” Walter replied with another bow, turning to leave.
“One more thing Walter,” Integra called, halting the retired Angel of Death in his tracks. The wizened butler turned to face his mistress, a dark brow raised in inquiry.
“Bring Ms. Stone back here. I'll have to change her training situation in light of current events,” the platinum haired commander growled, cupping the elbow of her right arm in her left hand as she lifted another cigarillo to her mouth.
Maxine leaned the bokken back against the wall, wiping sweat from her brow as she took a deep breath. She had spent an hour honing her melee skills and her entire body let her know that it wasn't happy about this fact. Wincing and rubbing one of her sore arms, the exhausted soldier turned to face the dojo door and wondered if it was safe for her to leave yet. Alucard wasn't going to come back and she could really use a bath to loosen her muscles after such a hard work out. Her thoughts were interrupted by Walter entering the large room.
The butler's blue eyes scanned the room, as if looking for the missing occupant. “Where is Alucard?” he asked, a slight hint of concern in his smooth, British accented voice.
“It's a long story,” Maxine sighed, looking tired and frustrated.
“Ah yes, you can tell me on the way to Sir Integra's office. Your living arrangements have been changed and your things will be moved to a bedroom beside Sir Integra's,” he announced smoothly as if he was commenting on nothing more than the weather.
Maxine blinked, stunned by the sudden change in plans. “Really? Not that I'm complaining, cause it really seems like Alucard doesn't want me around, but why the sudden change?” she asked, tilting her black haired head slightly to the right in confusion.
“Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to divulge such information to a new recruit,” Walter replied, voice full of apology as his blue eyes met hers steadily.
Max sighed in response, moving stiffly towards the butler. Walter noticed her odd movements and a look of concern came across his wizened face. “Are you well Ms. Stone?” he asked gently, offering an arm to the sore, tired looking woman.
“Yeah, just kinda over exerted myself. I just spent an hour practicing my melee fighting skills,” the female soldier replied, taking his offered arm with a grateful smile. As they walked out of the dojo, they missed the swirling shadows of Alucard coming out of the wall. His sunset eyes slowly turned to a deep crimson as his gaze rested on their linked arms.
It seemed like an eternity before the impeccably dressed man stopped before the door that led into Integra's office. A door that was beginning to look rather familiar. Walter looked at Maxine, his blue gaze holding a mixture of concern and fear. The things she had told him on the way here only confirmed his suspicions. Something about the unassuming soldier was causing Alucard's memories to resurface. “You need to tell these events to Sir Integra,” the old warrior urged, his entire body stiff; as if ready for a fight with some unseen danger.
Maxine tilted her head slightly, confused by Walter's sudden apprehension. She knew the vampire's behavior was odd but was it really worth this reaction. Sensing something much deeper going on here, the camo clad woman raised a timid hand and knocked softly on the hard wood of the large door. “Enter,” came a commanding female voice from the other side. Before Max could even reach for the doorknob, Walter swung to door open for her.
Maxine walked inside the dimly lit room stiffly, jumping slightly as the door closed behind her. The atmosphere in the room was thick with anger but there was a slight undercurrent of fear. “Sir Integra!” she greeted, snapping into a salute automatically. Integra only rolled her eyes as she took a slow drag off the cigarillo between her fingers.
“At ease Max. Surely you have questions about the current events,” the imposing woman inquired, quirking a platinum brow at Max as she slowly blew out a huge cloud of smoke.
“Yes Miss, er, Sir Integra. Why the sudden change? Its not as if living with Alucard has been pleasant but I am curious about the reason for the rapid switch,” the only slightly at ease Max asked, shifting from foot to foot nervously.
Integra sighed, getting gracefully out of her chair and walking to the front of the desk, leaning against the dark wood as she stared at the uncomfortable Maxine. “Hellsing has many secrets. Suffice it to say, it has been brought to my attention that your continued presence around our vampire would be ill advised,” she answered smoothly, before taking a drag off the smoking cylinder between her gloved fingers.
“Does it have anything to do with what happened in the dojo and why Walter wanted me to tell you about it?” the black haired female asked, meeting her commander's blue eyes steadily. Integra's glasses flashed briefly, hiding her blue gaze for a few moments. The leather of her gloves creaked quietly as her fingers tightened on the cigarillo in her grasp.
“What happened in the dojo Ms. Stone?” Integra murmured softly, her glasses clearing to reveal a steely, rage filled gaze.
Max startled slightly at the way Integra addressed her, her emerald eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. Then she took a breath and went into a brief recap of what happened between her and the monstrous nosferatu in the dojo. When she finished, the look Integra was giving her almost made her heart stop in her chest. The commanding female's blue eyes had become quite hard, the same look of fear and apprehension in the expressive orbs. “From what you tell me, I'd say my actions were justified,” she whispered almost to herself as she rolled her smoking cigarillo between the pads of her fingers.
“What else did you want to see me for? Walter already told me about this back downstairs so there has to be another reason why I'm here,” Max blurted after a few moments of tense silence. The way Integra was looking honestly frightened her. The normally imposing, commanding woman looked as if the very hounds of Hell were scratching at her front door.
“In light of the current situation your training has also been changed. You will now report to me for education on vampires. Your combat training will be taken over by Walter,” she replied after taking a deep drag from the burning cylinder in her fingers. Smoke billowed out of her mouth, curling around the female in a way that almost made her look ethereal.
Maxine froze at Integra's suggestion. Would it be possible to keep the secrets she knew about vampires to herself around the intimidating female? Somehow she doubted it. “I, er....,” the soldier stammered, her emerald gaze full of apprehension and reluctance.
“Is there a problem Max?” Integra fairly snarled, drawing herself to her full height. Looking every bit the commander she was, the tan suit wearing femme glowered down at the smaller woman from her impressive height.
“N-no ma'am, er, sir!” Max gasped, immediately snapping to attention and saluting her enraged boss.
“Very well. Walter will show you to your rooms. Go get settled then come back here. We have much to cover before nightfall,” the platinum haired femme growled, her blue eyes narrowing behind her glasses before she turned her back on Max and went to the large window.
The tired, black haired female sighed softly before slumping her shoulders in resignation and leaving the huge office. Once outside, the ever present 'Angel of Death' bowed to her with a gentle grin on his face. “Follow me Ms. Stone,” Walter purred, leading the way to the left and deeper into the mansion.
Max followed in silence, her emerald gaze fixed on the plush, red carpet beneath her combat boots as she walked. Everything that had happened in the past couple days swirled in her head, giving her a headache from all the questions that arose. So it was quite shock when she was yanked back to reality by a gloved hand gently gripping her right arm. With a start, she whirled to look at Walter; who had stopped in front of a small, oak door. “Ms. Stone, we're at your room,” he stated, concern all over his pale face.
“Oh, thanks Mr. Dornez,” she whispered, a weak smile curling her lips as the vest wearing man opened the door for her.
“Walter, Ms. Stone,” he reminded gently, worry thick in his voice.
“I'll call you Walter when you call me Max,” offered the tired, defeated sounding female. Some strands of her black hair had come free of her pony-tail and hung slightly in her face. She moved into the room almost like a zombie, a tense, thoughtful expression on her pale face.
“As I said before Ms. Stone, it wouldn't be proper to address you as such,” the old servant replied, sounding reluctant to leave.
“Will you be okay ma'am? You seem out of sorts,” he asked finally, moving slowly into the room and shutting the door behind him.
Max's shining, emerald eyes looked up at him with such pain that he almost took a step back. The soldier heaved a shuddering sigh, wiping the brimming tears from her eyes. “Yeah, just some old memories,” she replied, leaving out the fact that she was terrified of betraying the one the memories were about.
“If you have need of a shoulder, I am always at your disposal,” Walter offered graciously, his lightly accented voice soothing her.
“Thanks Walter,” she replied, clapping a hand over her mouth as she realized she had just called him by his first name.
“It is my pleasure Ms. Stone,” he purred, his grin growing wider with satisfaction. Looking very much like the cat that stole the cream, the wizened warrior turned his vested back to her and left her alone to unpack.
After she had unpacked her stuff, Maxine wandered into the huge attached bathroom and treated her aching body to a long, hot soak. As she sat in the bubble filled tub, the pale woman leaned her head back and sighed contently, her black hair pooling just behind her neck. The warmth of the bath seeped into her muscles, making her relax and giving her the ability to think. As long as she kept quiet about things that Integra didn't specifically mention, maybe she could get out of this without spilling the beans. Sighing, the tired soldier sank into the bath and blew a cluster of bubbles off her chest. Keeping her composure around the intimidating woman would not be an easy task.
Meanwhile, Alucard was pacing the expanse of his room like a caged lion. His signature hat and orange goggles were missing and a snarl fixed itself to his lips. An odd mixture of jealousy and rage filled him, only serving to make him more enraged. The emotions filling him shouldn't exist, especially for a fairly mundane human soldier. Growling softly, the seething nosferatu threw himself into his throne-like chair; nearly tipping backward and using his powers to stay upright.
Glaring into the darkness of his room, Alucard swung his long, lanky, black leather clad legs onto his table. When he had overheard the conversation between the female and Walter he had expected to feel relieved. Instead he felt restless and angry. 'How dare he touch her,' an animalistic voice within his head snarled, a memory of the human's arm wrapped around Walter's filling his vision. Another, much lower growl left the creature, his shadows slithering behind him as they formed into thick tentacles.
Suddenly throwing himself to his feet, the towering nosferatu's glowing crimson eyes narrowed as he bared his long fangs in irritation. What the female had said earlier came back to haunt him. As confusing as it was, it seemed like he was subconsciously drawn to claim this mortal. “No!” he roared, punching a hole through a stone wall of the room. Small rocks tumbled down around his red clad arm that was half embedded in the solid wall.
“I will not take a human as a mate,” he hissed, pulling his unblemished arm free of the rock. Something deep inside of him merely laughed at the outburst, driving him deeper into his rage.
The sun was just staring to set and Integra had gone through one hell of a refresher course on vampires. The woman only had a few of the myths wrong, just like the rest of the world. Secrets like the fact that older vampires could go out in the sun and not be bothered one bit by it. Secrets like the fact that holy objects such as crosses mostly didn't work on older or well fed vampires, with the exception of newborns. Also a few things about turning others were wrong.
Like there was the fact that one didn't necessarily need to be a virgin to turn. It all depended on whether or not the vampire had shared a small amount of its blood. So even virgins could become ghouls if not given blood from their sire. All of this information was kept well under wraps by the ancient vampires so it was likely that none of the manufactured vampires knew any of these things. All of this information would have no doubt been very useful to the Hellsing organization but Max simply found herself unable to divulge it.
At the end of the lesson, Integra seemed duly impressed by the female soldier's knowledgeable answers. “If you had just told me these things from the beginning, we wouldn't have had to go through that unpleasantness earlier,” the towering female grumbled, bringing a fresh cigarillo to her mouth and lighting it.
Finding she had no answer, Max merely shrugged and hoped Integra would just drop it. Thankfully the platinum haired female seemed inclined to let it go, simply taking a long drag of the tightly rolled cylinder between her gloved fingers and watching Max with neutral eyes. “Since you told the truth about knowing about vampires, I excuse you from further training,” the tan clad femme announced, blowing out a ring of slightly purple smoke.
“So what now?” Max asked hesitantly, remembering what Integra had asked her last night.
“Hmm yes. You will be a part of my more trusted team. You will be privy to all the ins and outs of every mission. You will also be my personal body guard when not on a mission,” she announced.
Blinking, Max stared at Integra as if she had grown two heads. Surely she hadn't heard right. She had just started a day ago. No, a night ago. There was no way she could have done anything to merit such a promotion. “N-not that I'm not grateful, but aren't there more qualified soldiers who can guard you?” the shaken female asked, nervously fiddling with the hem of her camo jacket.
“None that seem to know the ins and outs of the undead like you do. At least none that are female,” the imposing commander answered, a slight grin appearing briefly on her lips. While her plan to keep Max around the annoying vampire had failed, she could still see the nosferatu's reaction with Max as her more personal staff.
Just as the camo clad woman was about to respond, Walter came bursting in without knocking. Integra drew herself up to yell at the butler but something in his wide, blue eyes froze her in her tracks. “Sir Integra! Freak attack near London!” he gasped, grasping a stitch in his side with a black gloved hand as he fought to catch his breath.
Immediately Integra tensed, her teeth severing the butt of the cigarillo between her teeth. Before she could even open her mouth, the lights in the room flickered as shadows oozed from the wall on the right. A pair of crimson tinged sunset eyes appeared in the darkness spreading over the maroon wallpaper. Slowly, a pale face emerged, orange goggles and wide brim fedora hat back in place. A not too sane grin curled the creatures lips as he pulled himself from the wall. “I can feel your exquisite anger all the way down in the basement, my master,” he purred, his voice almost seductive in its silkiness.
Watching the whole thing with a look of awe and fear on her face, Max stood her ground and watched Alucard carefully. The dark creature seemed to be ignoring her so far, focusing his malicious glee on his mistress. “There's an attack going on near London. Go and wipe them out,” she hissed, her blue eyes sparkling angrily behind her glasses.
“What restriction level?” came the satisfied purr from the monster kneeling before the platinum haired heir of Hellsing.
“Complete freedom limited to the elimination of the target,” Integra barked, smoke coming out of her flared nostrils as she took a drag off a freshly lit cigarillo. The red clad creature of darkness bowed his head, an unsettlingly wide smile curling almost all the way up to his ear on the right side of his face. Wickedly sharp fangs glinted from his parted lips, then he disappeared; a low, growling hiss filling the room at his departure.
Max stared at the spot the demon had stood, fear and awe shining in her emerald eyes. “What the hell is he?” came out of her mouth before she could stop it. This monster was like nothing she had ever seen before. The amount of power and darkness that was barely contained within the creature was mind boggling. She was almost afraid to see what Alucard would be like unrestrained in battle. A helpless shudder wracked her thin frame and she turned to Integra, looking for an answer.
“Alucard is our crowning achievement. We took everything we knew about vampires and used it to improve him. He is a one of a kind,” the heir of Hellsing answered softly, pride and a touch of fear in her stern voice. Max stared at the older woman, afraid of what they had to do to the vampire to make him so... powerful.
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