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The Definition of Monster	By : DeathbyKonami Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 2530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Mummy, Mummy!"

"Where am I? Is this a dream?" Alucard's mind was foggy, his body lighter than air. He looked around at surroundings he did not recognize. It was a closet, coats lining the rail beside him. Was this beside him? He didn't know, he felt like he was nowhere, yet everywhere in audience to the scene before him. Vampires did not have regular dreams, only memories they have lived through. This wasn't one of Alucard's memories, so it could only be one others.

The door to the closet was opened by a woman with long blonde hair. Her face was grave, and he could see the terror in her eyes, but only confidence and self-assurance were seen in her stature, as she ushered a scared small child into the closet. She laid her hands on the small girl's shoulders, a girl with short spiky blonde hair and bright blue eyes. "Listen to your Mum, stay in the closet. Please, don't come out of it, no matter what." The small child reached toward her mother, tears streaming down her face. "Ah, Mummy, Mummy."

Alucard wanted to look away, he was not privy to such personal matters. He knew Seras would not want him seeing her in such a weak state, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes from her tiny form. She was not very old, probably only five. The age she was orphaned. He didn't know how it happened, he had never asked. Most of her past was a mystery to him, he liked it that way. The excitement of not knowing was thrilling, but now, he was learning.

His thoughts were pulled back to the dream as the sound of gunfire could be heard, little Seras letting out a yelp. As the gunfire came to a halt, Seras moved one foot forward. Her hand coming up to the door. Alucard put his hand up to his forehead, much like one would do if stifling a headache. "Why didn't you stay inside the closet, idiot?" She pushed the door opened soundlessly, and peered out into the room. All the color drained from her, she stopped crying, she stopped everything.

He was jolted from the dream, awaking him with a start. His mind clearing the fog as he shook the sleep off. He shouldn't have seen that, but he had. Her mind's block had come down in her sleep, and he had accidently been let in. It wasn't the first time. He had seen plenty of her dreams, the night he turned her, memories from her time as a policewoman, and on rare occurrences he saw her at the orphanage. A bitter, angry child who constantly got into fights with the bullies and other children. He had wondered what could happen to make a child so hateful, so rageful towards the world, and how that child was the same woman he knew now. Well now he had seen, a glimpse what happened. He didn't know the full story, but he was sure eventually he would learn it. Until then he could only guess what she had seen on the other side of the door. He could have glimpsed if he had wanted, but he had been too caught up, gazing at the face of the girl in the closet. He had seen the beginnings of the switch. The switch from the happy and soft hearted child, to the child he had seen in the orphanage. She had been in shock, but her eyes had spoke wonders. He could see it still, the horror, terror, hysteria; and behind them the forming of rage and revenge.

The buzz of activity in the bond told him Seras was up. It was still an hour till it was time to get up, yet both of them were wide awake. He opened his senses and listened to the mansion above. The lessening footfalls as the day staff took their leave, clinks of tableware as the kitchen staff worked to clear the remnants of dinner earlier served, and then there was Seras. She was already up and on her way to Integra's office. She stayed in their for a few minutes, and then left down the stairs to the ground floor. She entered the kitchen and made her way to the less occupied area, the small enclosed space off to the side where their freezer was kept. Only three blood packs were pulled out, two were for him no doubt, and both were placed into a pail of warm water, her own was not.

He waited for her to arrive, watching as she gave a very false smile to everyone she passed. Their own fake as well as they cleared the hall for her, but without a care she gave them sweet smiles and friendly nods despite the rude reactions. Within minutes she was outside his own chamber, and customarily paused before entering. Pail in hand, and her own pack in her other "hand". She sat the bucket on his table, going to take a seat on the ground in front of him. She stopped for a second, inspecting the floor, before using her tendrils to clean the spot before she took her seat, legs together and folded to the the side. A small smile playing at her lips. This had become routine with the two, she would arise and fetch their meal, then she would sit on the floor and both would exchange in small talk. Nothing major, just something to start the night off.

"The last of the evaluations are happening today for the new recruits. So, I might be a bit rushed after today for a few nights with paperwork." Alucard merely nodded his head in understanding. The back of his head was itching with irritation, Integra was not happy. He could feel it through the Servant and Master bond.

"You already talked to Master."
"Mhmm." This being said while she was in the middle of a sip.
"Anything of interest happen lately." Seras paused her eating for second. A slip of pink poking out to lick the corner of lips. "Well, I'll give you a head's up, Integra is in a bit of a mood today. So, I think it would be wise we both stayed out of her hair tonight and tomorrow." Alucard paused his own eating, the blood pack lowering from his lips, "Oh. Any particular reason." Light amusement played at his voice.

"She received a letter today from Chief Makube." She ended by taking a drink of her cold, stale blood.
"Who?" She had forgotten he had not been here to receive that bit of information, "Chief Makube is Enrico Maxwell's successor. He is the head of Iscariot." A light clicked in Alucard's eyes, Seras too tired to think properly ignored it for now. "So what is it the Iscariot Organization wants." Now Seras couldn't ignore it, he was getting mischievous. "He would like to meet with Integra tomorrow to discuss matters of concern, it's probably going to be about the grimoire we got from Heinkel." Alucard finished off his first blood bag, putting it in the pail before clapping his hand together. "So you were right, Iscariot does know more than they're letting on. How perceptive of you." Seras finished off her one bag, reaching up to place it in the pail with the trash, Alucard working on his second bag. "Yes, well. Anyone with half a brain could have guessed that, when are they not keeping us in the dark about something."

After Alucard finished his last pack Seras placed the container on the floor beside her. "I see you still keep the Frenchman around." Seras looked up from her lap, her tired eyes meeting ones that looked almost as tired. "Yes, he's been a good friend over the years. One of the only people I can rely on."
"Is that so, and who else would happen to be on that list?" Seras laid down on the floor, her legs swinging in the air as she laid on her stomach. "Well there's Integra, Pip, and you, as well as James."

Alucard lifted an eyebrow, "James? Don't believe I know who that is."

"Captain Wright, everyone calls him James because he hates formalities. You met him yesterday, and then promptly scared him off." Seras looked up from her arms to give him a scolding look, "You didn't have to do that you know, he's harmless as a fly." Alucard gave a low laugh, Seras merely crinkled her nose at him. "It doesn't matter, he still needs to learn his boundaries. He's a human, a True Vampire is completely out of his range of grasping." Now it was Seras who was laughing, leaving a minorly confused Alucard to guess what was going through her mind. "Him! He learned years ago that I'm out of his league. He can dream all he wants, but as I've told him I do not find humans to be attractive partners."

Alucard seemed pleased by the response, and both of them fell into their usual comfortable silence, him filling a glass of blood and wine, and her drawing in the dust on his floor. "You know, cleaning is not the worst thing in the world."
"No, you're right I can think of a million other things, but why clean when I have someone who can do it for me." She stopped her drawing to look up him.
"I may be willing to do a lot for you, but be a personal maid is not one of them." She stood up with a spring in her step, her demeanor from earlier transformed to her usual cheery self. "Now if you don't mind, there is an angry woman upstairs who has been waiting for us to finish eating." Alucard smiled to himself, but stopped as he thought twice. Now there was a conundrum, he'd already pissed her off two days in a row. "I guess I'll be on my best behaviour today." Seras smiled, "I'm holding you to it." Then with that she was out the door, her frenchman appearing by her side, leaving Alucard to ponder whether or not to try again the next day.

Next Day

"Captain Wright, it is your duty to protect the house while I'm gone, Seras won't be here so staff should be on high alert protecting this estate is that understood?" Integra was standing in the front of the estate, giving final orders to the staff before their departure to the museum. Alucard and Seras were already in the back of the vehicle, Alucard with his full garb and Seras with her usual attire plus some sunlight protection. Alucard thought she looked ridiculous. Something he kept telling her as they sat there, he was pretty sure Seras was one more comment away from smacking him. Not that she would hit him, no she could just elbow him harder than she had earlier when he told her to go back to Dublin. He was using every stereotype he could think of on her.

"So, you golfing later I presume." He could see her right eye twitching behind her sunglasses, "I am not, this is a cute hat, it looks good on me, and there is nothing wrong with wearing a tweed hat." Alucard just looked her up and down, her entire outfit made him internally cringe, "Seras, there are several things wrong." The blonde's hand came up in exclamation, "Like What!." Alucard gave her an incredulous look, before simply holding up his hand and counting each thing off on his fingers.

"One, you're wearing a hat made for people who either golf or are balding."
"It's a cute hat."
"That I'm throwing away after this is done. Two, you're wearing sunglasses that manage to cover your eyebrows and touch your cheekbones, point is their huge and gaudy."
"Well I didn't buy them for fashion, they were the only ones I could find that thoroughly covered my eyes, and if we're talking huge and gaudy please include your hat" He gave her a pointed look.
"And last but not least that overcoat." Seras merely stared blankly at him, "What about the overcoat."
"The offending item you're wearing is large enough to fit me, the material looks cheap, and it reaches 2 inches below your knees." Seras didn't speak for a second, even she didn't like the coat. "Well I had to have something that covered my arm up, it does the job doesn't it."
"Yes, but I can name a dozen other things that would to."

Integra chose this moment to enter the vehicle, all conversation between the two stopped and not a sound was muttered. That was until Integra got all the way in and Alucard put his head between his hands, "I swear, if I could help it I wouldn't be seen in public with either of you two." Integra looked between the two across from her, "What the hell are you spouting off now, and Seras what are you wearing you look ridiculous. Is that a black tweed hat?" Alucard barked with laughter, laughing louder as Seras elbowed him. After he composed himself he continued on with what he was saying, "Master, your hat isn't any better. I swear the men in this compound have more fashion sense than either of you two." Integra could feel her trigger finger itching. I will have you know this is a very popular fashion. The hat in question was a deep blue, and the design was made to where it only covered half of the head. A veil fanning out onto the untouched side.

All conversation halted as the trio made their way to the museum. The only sound the soft purr of the engine. Of course, Seras was the first to break it. "So, what is the game plan Sir." Both vampires waited as Integra fished a cigar out of her pocket, both wondering how this one would meet its demise. Either it would be smoked down to halfway before being discarded or it would be broke in half and left in a trail like Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs.

"We'll meet by the painting of Wallachia, then afterwards myself and Makube will talk in the Cafe, it is your jobs to guard the area off, understood." Both assented in unison. All of them left to their own thoughts. "Please God, let's not have a repeat of last time."

The museum was quite, somber even. All the paintings in the great hallway they inhabited for the moment were all restorations. All the paintings the had before either completely destroyed, or damaged to some extent during the bombings. Ironically, at least to Alucard it was, the painting of The Battle of Wallachia had survived unharmed. The only one in the entire hallway that had remained perfectly intact.

Alucard had stuck around for a little bit, enjoying the awkward stares they got from people passing by, before growing bored and finding entertainment in the shadows. Relaxing and possibly taking a light nap. Seras wished she could do the same. However, her job required her to be alert. She had covered the building with her shadows, her security like system on full alert, and it required full concentration. Something she was finding harder and harder with the sun shining through the windows. Her hat was doing little to keep the sun off her face, her overcoat was doing nothing to keep the sweltering heat off of her. Not that anyone else was feeling particularly hot in the nice 60 degree weather, and her glasses were doing nothing to keep the sun from blistering her eyes. She was sure if she took the shades off the whites of her eyes would match the irises. And to top everything off, Makube had as great of timing as his predecessor, he was 2 hours late for a meeting he set up. At least Maxwell it had only been an hour, and she had been able to hide in the shadows. However, after the building had been remodeled, more windows had been installed, so shadows were not in the majority.

Sir Integra sat on a small bench across from the painting. Her suit leg riding up slightly as she shifted her crossed legs. Seras stood beside her, a small portion of her body finding refuge in the shadow of the side of a window. She took out a black handkerchief from her pocket, and wiped lightly at her skin. Any other color and the cloth would have been tinted pink by the light sheen of sweat she had to constantly wipe off. Luckily she had remembered to pack extra blood packs in the vehicle outsides ice tray. "Thank the rich for extravagant taste."

"You alright, Seras." Seras looked down to her right, "Yes, just a little hot Sir." Seras brought the collar of her coat up to around her cheeks, the skin feeling a little warmer than it should've. "That will get better with age I suppose." The younger woman nodded her head in agreement with her compatriot. The silence residing back over the place till Seras picked up on the arrival of a car outside the building.

"Sir, I believe they have finally arrived."
"How many?" Sir Integra stayed sitting, finger fidgeting slightly as the need for nicotine arouse.
"3. There is Chief Makube, a younger priest, and the regenerator Heinkel Wolfe."
"Hmm, well be on your best behaviour. Do not strike first, but..." She broke off as temptation overtook, and she pulled out a cigar but left it unlit.
"But..." Seras glanced down, her unseen eyes imploring her to continue.
"If she strikes first, put the dog in its place. Deal."
"Deal." Both walked to the middle of the hall awaiting the arrival of the trio in question.

They arrived a whole 15 minutes later, stopping at every painting that caught Makube's eye, but they finally arrived at the designated point. A miffed Integra and a slowly cooking servant greeting them.
"And here I thought you'd be punctual. I thought we agreed on noon, not two in the afternoon." The melting Seras beside her comically nodded her head. Integra's voice holding restrained venom, but as restrained as it was it still leaked out, tensioning the air around the already fragile meeting. One wrong move could easily start a fight, much to the delight of three of the people there.

"I'm sorry, allow me to apologize. I mean no trouble, the art pulled me in along the way."
"Yes, well. We'll have no more of that. Follow me." The older woman turned toward the hall leading to the cafe, but not before turning towards Seras. "And Seras, remember what we talked about." The smaller blonde shook her head yes quickly, her cheerful demeanor standing out against the exhaustion written all of her features.

The party walked down the hall, Integra and Makube in the lead, the younger priest walking between and between the front duo, and Heinkel and Seras walked in the back behind their respective leader. The iscariot member glaring daggers at her smirking Hellsing counterpart.

Before long they had arrived at the patio outside the museum, Integra and Makube entered while the other three made a line against the door. Seras in the thankfully shady corner. All would have been well, except the young priest had taken the other corner, leaving Heinkel in the middle.

"Tea please, I won't be eating anything."

"Ill have the coffee, plenty sugar, and plenty cream please."

They had only just sat down, and already she was wanting to shoot the bastards smiling, droopy eyed expression. The only thing holding her back was the thought of having to deal with the rest of the vatican. The last thing she needed was a war between the two.

"You arranged this meeting, but never told me exactly what we would be discussing." Makube shrugged one shoulder, a case lifted with the other arm onto the desk. "Ah, should have known you would be straight down the business." He folded his hands on top of the briefcase, posture relaxed.

"Recently, our two organizations, had a, say, falling out." Integra nodded, he was obviously referring to the fight between their subordinates. "During the altercation, your servant. The female servant, acquired a book of sorts. One we have been trying to find for sometime now."

They both paused as a waitress came by with their drinks. All conversation paused as they waited for unwanted ears to bug off. "Yes we did, and if you think we're giving it to you, then you've got another thing coming. Under no circumstances will I allow you to have that book." Makube lifted his hands up, "No, no, I would never ask you to give up what your servant won fair and square. No, I'm merely asking for a trading of information." Integra took sip of her tea, the hot liquid burning its way down her throat in a pleasing way. "What information are we talking about."

"Makube opened the briefcase, pulling out a stack of documents, and then laid them in the middle of the table. "It's nothing major, just let us in on what you know, and we will let you in on what we know. We'll tell you who this cultist group is, some speculated whereabouts, and you inturn will give us the name of the goddess in question. It's simple." Integra looked to the stack of documents. "Why do you need the name. Wouldn't you already have that." He shook his head in the negative, "No, you see. We have one of the books, and we have scoured our book from one end to the other, no where is there a name or even a clue, but, we have a feeling your copy might have a clue of some sort."

Integra took another drink of her tea, her cigar from earlier between her fingers.
"So all you want in return is the name."
"Yes, and any information you're willing to give about your own book."

Integra pulled out a lighter, and lit the cigar she had been waiting on. The one inhale she took giving her the time she needed to think, "Alright, you go first."

"I'd hill you, if you din't looh soh ridihulus."
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that. I don't think I understood you. Did you just say I look ridiculous."

The priest in the right corner was currently praying. Sweat pouring down his face as he backed himself further into the corner, he'd do anything to get away from this. It had started off peaceful, but then the vampire in the corner had said something to Wolfe, and from there it had escalated. He couldn't remember what had been said, but it was nothing that warranted what was going on right now.

He wasn't a strong man, the only thing strong about him was his faith. He was a meek man, who shied away form violence, and also shied away from people of the opposite sex. His mind not trusting his body. So, how was he supposed to react when two powerful woman were right in front of him arguing. One of them his scary as hell supervisor, and the other, as painful as it was for him to admit, a very attractive lady. A monster, but a rather attractive one who needed to wear more clothes. If anything a longer skirt, his eyes could only stay astray for so long, a man's will was only so great. He was positive this was a trial from God, and right now he really wasn't sure what to do, so he just backed himself up and prayed for the strength to get through it. However, it really wasn't working when he felt like eyes were watching him from everywhere. "Please God, help me through this trial, please give me the power to make it. Help me in anyway you see fit."

"I'm sorry, can you not take me seriously because of the hat, because quite frankly I don't give a damn."
"It's everyfhing, now fhut some close on harlot."
"Oh, wow, it almost like I've never heard that one before. Really be original, and for your information I'm not a Harlot."

The corner was only so big, and it was closing in fast. The rosary in his hand was giving him only minimal comfort now, he felt like an altar boy all over again, and he had no idea who the man in red standing against the wall on the other side was, but he looked ready to start taking bets.

"Stop making excuses to fight, if your gonna fight me just take a swing already."

The priest lifted his hands, it was his duty specifically to keep all physical altercations to minimum. He took a step forward, but it was worthless. Heinkel was already pulling back for the first punch, to the delight of both monsters in the room. "Dear God, please don't let me get demoted."

"About five years ago we came across a woman who said she was a child of the great goddess. Since then, more accounts have been appearing. And just this last year, cases of fake vampires, without chips. Of course we know, that could only mean they are human, no?" Integra nodded in his direction, already knowing what he was spouting off about.

"These 'vampires' only just started arriving for the past month in England. I do not know the extent they have grown in other countries." Makube nodded in understanding, "We too, do not know the extense of them, or their origin. What we do know, is it has something to do with this cult who call themselves the Children of the Great Goddess. Or in other cases they have called themselves Children of the Dark Mother."

"So this cult, how large do you recon they are." Makube tilted his hand from side to side, "Not very, probably less than a thousand. Maybe around 500, but anyway. On a mission on of our men came back with a book. It was not very long, but the writing was horrendous, and was in multiple languages. We finally had the book translated, and since then have learned more on the book series itself."

"You mentioned there were more than one. How many are there, do you know?"

"There is four in total. We believe the cult to have the first and second book, we have the fourth book, so you have the third book. Now will you tell me the name of the Goddess in the book."
"Just one more question."
"Yes."
"Where do you believe this cult to be operating from." Makube leaned back in his chair, files going back into the briefcase.
"Cairo, lots of activity has been coming out of the sands of Egypt." Integra stopped, face scrunching in confusion.
"Is something the matter Sir Hellsing." She shook her suit jacket, straightening out her bearings.
"Are you sure it's Egypt."
"Yes."
"But that would imply an Egyptian God."
'Yes. Why is this the matter."
"Because the God in the book is not Egyptian."
"Oh." Makube's eyes opened for once, surprise showing through the loopy gaze. "Then what would it be."
"The Goddess is named Lamashtu. It's a Mesopotamian Goddess."
"Lamashtu you say, I don't believe I have ever heard of her."
"She is a lesser known Goddess, said to be the rival of Pazuzu." She lit another cigar, her mind working at full speed. "Still, if your sources are true, why would they work out of Egypt, and not the land of old Mesopotamia?" The question was twisting her mind, although the civilizations were close in locations, it still didn't make since.
"Well, that land is known for war, having a stable community of worship would be hard. It would make sense for them to move to a place with more peace, and desolate in location to keep prying eyes away."

Integra rolled the explanation over in her mind, it seemed sound enough, but the only way to know would be to send someone to check it out. Something she wasn't keen on doing after how many times it hadn't worked out in the past, particularly the one incident that ended with the Hellsing Organization being banned from Brazil. She stood from her seat, cigar hanging from her mouth as she shook hands with Makube.

"It has been nice, but I need to return. I assume correspondence will resume when needed." Makube nodded his head, stray hairs falling about. "Yes, Iscariot will continue to monitor catholic lands. I am sure you can handle your own, Protestant, countries." Although the tone barely changed, the same contempt could be registered as it was from every Iscariot member, as if the word protestant left a bad taste in their mouth.

Integra led the way to the entrance doors and Makube followed a short distance behind, but he stopped when she halted halfway through the door, cigar breaking and falling to the floor. He walked up to the entrance peering over the older womans shoulder, his calm exterior remaining in place as his blood boiled inside.

The scene would have been perfectly normal. Nothing was damaged, nothing was amiss, unless you counted the cross dressing nun and the lady in red standing awkwardly in the middle, the young priest beside them, hands up as if he was trying to block a throw in a game of basketball, and the maniac off to the side laughing more than was called for. Heinkel was in mid fall, the only thing keeping her from hitting the ground was the black mess of an arm holding her by her hair, and above her was Seras. While her one arm was holding Heinkel up, her other arm was cocked back ready hit the other woman. Both of them were a mess of limbs and torn clothes. Seras's glasses were broke and hanging off her head by one leg, her coat torn and dragging, and unfortunately her hat sat perfectly on her head untouched. Integra was half sure she'd protected her damned hat more than the rest of her.

She took one long breath, her posture controlled as she assessed the situation.

"Seras."
"Yes, Sir." It was hard for Integra to take the situation seriously when Seras looked at her with the face of a perfect angel. Smile, doe eyes, the whole lot.
"Who hit first?" Seras simply stuck her pointer finger out from her fist, finger pointing down at the currently pummeled holy woman. Her face the perfect image of an innocent young girl. It made Integra want to laugh, because anyone who didn't know her would think just that, that she was an innocent young girl who could do no wrong. "Good thing I'm not just anyone."

Seras continued to smile, her innocent air not fooling anyone, although it was confusing the younger priest off to the side.
"Seras, put the woman down." Seras looked down at Heinkel, her shoulders shrugging up as she released the woman to fall on the floor. She then turned around and walked over to stand beside the man who was still having too much fun with this.

"How is it after close to 600 years you find that much amusement in life... Maybe he's just losing it."

Integra led the way out the museum, her servants following closely behind. A slight bicker starting to form behind her about the unfortunate occurrence that Sera's hat had not been destroyed. Apparently Alucard was threatening on keeping his word he made earlier, something about throwing it away. And to top it off every person they passed gave them curious looks, how could anyone not when all three of them looked ridiculous, not to mention the ages. It was bad enough when people mistook Seras for either her child or grandchild, and now she had Alucard to add to the mix. She really didn't want to know what they thought his relation was in all this.

"Heaven Almighty, I'm getting too old for this shit."
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