Hellsing: The Bird Of Hermes (Eden and Seraph)
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				Title: <strong>Hellsing: The Bird Of Hermes (Eden and Seraph)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 05:37:32</strong>
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				Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing had a headache. <br><br>She didn’t usually get headaches, but this was not a usual Budget Meeting. A good deal of London was being rebuilt as well as several military bases. It was a massive drain on the tax money, and a lot of government funded projects were suffering – Hellsing Organisation among them.<br><br>It meant there was very little cash to play around with. There was money in several banks in England and abroad, but she was cautious of using those lifelines too soon… but what was it they say about corpses found in deserts? They often had water but were too afraid of drinking it all away. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Access our account in the French bank. I recall it has a few million. It is dangerous if we are too Spartan in our purchasing. We must anticipate a swell of unwanted activity. I’m sure some opportunistic vermin will see us as weakened by recent events.” <br><br>“Yes, Sir Integra. Might I suggest we alter the account with which we are paying the… ah…” There was a rustle of paper before the man found what he wanted, “… the Wild Geese? There has been some unwanted attention being drawn to the current Swiss account. Might I suggest the National Irish Bank? They have become much more discreet, even compared to their Swiss competitors.”<br><br>Integra cast her eyes over the sheets in front of her, picking up the ones concerning the banks in question after a moment. “Do it. Transfer a few hundred thousand over there from one of the British banks. How soon will they get their new recruits?”<br><br>“They have half the replacements already, Sir Integra, and should be up to full force before the end of the month.” <br><br>She looked away from the page she was reading to fix the man across from her with a stoic look. Marcus Yates was the agent from Hellsing’s financial advisors who attended the meetings Integra called and played a major part in keeping what Hellsing were buying with taxpayers money from being made public, investing it and passing it through a dozen different banks until it was untraceable. Not for the first time, Integra wondered why the man wasn’t working for the Mob. <br><br>Their eyes met for only a brief moment until he looked down and away, a habit he had than unnerved her slightly. He was not a young man, having entered middle age a few years ago. His neatly clipped, dull brown hair always the same, his clothes simple and as practical as a suit could be. He was no fighter but he was confident about what he knew. He spoke with a soft Welsh accent, the words lisping slightly. His upper lip had a scar, telling he had a harelip as a child. His eyes, when she could catch them, were hazel and held a calm shrewdness. <br><br>He had worked for her father. Another old family servant. What would it take to make Marcus Yates betray her, as Walter had? <br><br>Her head and chest hurt suddenly, clenched by powerful emotions. She ground her teeth together and dropped the pages back onto the table. “I want to get this over with as swiftly as possible. This is what we lost – how much of it can we replace on the given budget?”<br><br>She picked up a pile of paper and handed it to Yates. His eyes darted back and forth, saying absently, “With or without the monthly expenditure on ammunition, petrol and… medical expenses?” They both knew he meant blood. Yates knew what Hellsing were, but he played the naive banker to the hilt, for his own protection as much as Hellsing’s.<br><br>“Without,” Integra replied. <br><br>His eyes flicked up to almost meet hers before returning to the page. “Then I’ll see what I can do. Most of the larger things – helicopters and the like – will be difficult to acquire, with the Army taking what they need first. I’ll see what I can do, but it may be a few months. Sidewinders will be expensive… too expensive. The silver crosses you need may have to come from further a-field but I will make absolute sure they are sanctified.”<br><br><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>“Fine. Can I leave that in your care, Mr Yates? I have other business to attend to and it’s already passed seven.” <br><br>Yates nodded once and started to put the papers away into his briefcase. “I will call you when I know more. I hope the rest of your evening is a good one.” He closed his briefcase with a snap and rose.<br><br>Integra didn’t dignify the last statement with an answer and instead took out a thin cigar from the case in her breast pocket. She cut off the tip briskly and lit a match, but didn’t light right away. She just stared at the flame as Yates walked to the door.<br><br>As he opened the door, she said, “Yates. I need a new butler.”<br><br>He paused, turning towards her. “I can contact a few agencies…”<br><br>“I need a butler who knows what he’s doing,” she said, lifting the cigar and rolling its opened end above the flame. Her emphasis was clear.<br><br>“Ah… well, I will make some discreet inquiries.” He pulled out a notepad and scribbled in it with a gleaming pen. “If that is all Sir Hellsing, I will talk to you in a few days.”<br><br>“Thank-you.” He turned and left. Her headache stayed. She brought the cigar to her mouth and lit it, focusing on doing it right rather than with haste. The smoke tasted all the better for it, though it was barely satisfying enough to ease her mind. <br><br>Taking the cigar between her teeth, she turned to her computer to read through police reports, trying to pick out any activity that might stem from vampires and not thinking about whose job it had been before the attack on London.&nbsp; </td><td>(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/Hellsing/IMG_003468.gif)</td></tr></tbody></table><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: The Bird Of Hermes (Eden and Seraph)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 07:19:40</strong>
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				The Hellsing family's trump card lounged beneath the rebuilt manor.&nbsp; His Body reclining against the cold stone throne that provided the only bit of decor in the featureless room which acted as both his place of rest,&nbsp; and his prison if it became necessary.&nbsp; Within his hand,&nbsp; he held a large wine glass full of crimson fluid...&nbsp; &nbsp;no one would have mistaken it for wine.&nbsp; He brought it to his lips,&nbsp; drinking down the life sustaining fluid as it drained down his throat.<br><br>Tonight,&nbsp; the ancient monster's mind was wandering backwards, not to ages past...&nbsp; but to the beautiful orgy of destruction commanded by a rather short but wicked nazi major.&nbsp; It had been one of the more amusing experiences since his battle with elder hellsing years ago.&nbsp; It brought a wide grin to his lips, revealing a mouth full of pearly white teeth,&nbsp; and two wickedly long canines.&nbsp; For a moment, he flicked a long almost canine tongue across his lips cleaning them of the remainder of the blood that had just passed over them.&nbsp; <br><br>On the other hand,&nbsp; now that the violence has reached it climax,&nbsp; once more the boredom of immortality was beginning to set in...&nbsp; and, if Alucard despised anything, it was being bored.&nbsp; <br><br>He closed his eyes once more, knocking back the rest of the glass and letting the delicate object rest upon the arm of his throne, before he brought himself to his feet.&nbsp; His long glove incased fingers moved upwards adjusting his orange tinted glasses once more onto the bridge of his nose.&nbsp; Of course,&nbsp; when boredom came knocking there was an easy way to get a bit of amusement...&nbsp; <br><br>He couldn't help but toss his head back, allowing a deep rumbling laughter echo through the damp halls beneath the manor.&nbsp; It was time for another discussion with Integra,&nbsp; it had been quite some time since he had been give the oppurtunity to rile the aristocratic kitten,&nbsp; she hissed so beautifully when she was provoked.&nbsp; Also,&nbsp; if his readings of her psyche were correct, and they always were, she was reaching the point of an explosive conflageration of rage.&nbsp; He had no intention of missing that...&nbsp; it was almost enough to stir his long unbeating heart.<br><br>The elder vampire was tempted to use the stairs,&nbsp; to allow his anticipation to build... so he could savour each little detail of the little damsel's passion.&nbsp; Still,&nbsp; if he actually traversed the hallways he might have been forced to engage in idle banter with one of family's soldiers,&nbsp; and while it was more likely they merely would have quaked in their boots at the monster's approach he wasn't willing to risk,&nbsp; listening to some buffoon's ideas on the orginization's current state of affairs.&nbsp; <br><br>So he took the shorter route, he willed his body into an etherial form and floated upward through the floor boards of the manor.&nbsp; One after another,&nbsp; by now most of the men in Integra's employ were battle harden enough to not grow weak in the knees when they seen him pass.&nbsp; <br><br>The no life king emerged just inches away from his masters desk,&nbsp; his lips parted into a wide grin and he leaned forward, resting one of his arms against the surface of the furniture.&nbsp; He shifted his eyes in the direction of Integra's assistant for a moment,&nbsp; before turning his attention back to the young woman.&nbsp; <br><br>"Still fighting the good fight?"&nbsp; He said, that deep rumbling voice laced with undeniable hints of sarcasm,&nbsp; glee,&nbsp; and a faint undertone of eroticism.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hellsing: The Bird Of Hermes (Eden and Seraph)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>31-03-2009, 19:20:57</strong>
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				The Hellsing director didn’t look away from the computer screen and she snapped, “You should know, Alucard. There’s always someone to fight.” She tapped a few keys harder than she needed to, feeling her lip lift in a snarl. <br><br>“There are a disturbances in the refugee camps in Hammersmith, Twickenham and Richmond that look like the work of Ghouls. Probably the followers of one lone vampire. Seras can deal with it. ” She turned her gaze towards Alucard, her damaged left eye only seeing him as an obscure blur. She drew on her cigar slowly, with a calm she didn’t feel. She exhaled, the blue grey smoke a thin plume that faded between them.<br><br>The question that had been burning in her head since the battle was like a weight on her tongue. She had to know the answer. She had to know if she could still trust him. If she couldn’t… she would do what her father had done and seal him away. “Did you know?” she asked, her tone cold and dangerous. She stood up fast, her chair falling backwards with a harsh clatter. She grabbed Alucard by his cravat and jerked him closer, her ire flooding he mind, boiling her blood. “Did you know Walter had been betraying us?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>01-04-2009, 01:48:05</strong>
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				The elder vampire did not resist, as he was yanked forward his cold red eyes closed for but a moment.&nbsp; One of his long digited hands moved upwards removing the glasses from the bridge of his nose.<br><br>"That is not a fair question...."&nbsp; He said,&nbsp; he had respected The Angel of Death nearly as much as he respected the young half English noble sitting before him.&nbsp; The Nosferatu had an inkling that all was not right with the man,&nbsp; but,&nbsp; &nbsp;even his own supernatural capabilities hadn't revealed the depth of the taint within his soul.&nbsp; He could not hate Walter for his betrayal,&nbsp; the undead king only regretted the man's choice in becoming a monster over retaining his humanity.&nbsp; He bowed his head ever so slightly,&nbsp; pushing the brim of his hat upward.&nbsp; "I was just as surprised as you were when he turned against you...&nbsp; Master."&nbsp; He said rather matter of factly<br><br>The elder vampire&nbsp; said "Still it is human nature to be duplicitous,&nbsp; you can only trust a man so far."&nbsp; He grinned a bit revealing rows of needle sharp teeth.&nbsp; "Monster's on the other hand,&nbsp; you know exactly what we are capable of..."&nbsp; His long digited hand once more moved to rest at his side,&nbsp; long limbs ,&nbsp; were completely relaxed.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 03:49:48</strong>
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				Hearing the vampire claim his ignorance made relief rush through her head like a wave. It didn’t calm her anger though; in fact it made her feel it all the more vividly. Integra’s grip tightened on the red silk cravat and her lip rose from her teeth in a feral snarl. “Che!” she spat, the indignant sound expressing more of her tightly wound fury than any word could. Her grandfather, her father and her, Walter had betrayed them all. He had hurt her so badly… <br><br>She forced her hand open and pushed his chest, wanting distance between them again but unwilling to step back. He was dead now, and beyond her reach. “How long had he been their puppet? He sabotaged you Jackal. The Valentine brothers knew the layout. Damnit!” She looked at the computer on her desk, her blue eyes blazing. He would have been able to plant anything he wanted throughout Hellsing HQ. He’d had half a century to hide them and access to any equipment he wanted for the making of Alucard’s weapons and ammunition. She would have to talk with MI-5. They would have people who’d be able to check the building for bugs and booby-traps. <br><br>She couldn’t contact them using the phone on her desk, or any phone in the manor. There might be someone listening. Was she being over paranoid? She didn’t think so, not when her family’s butler of over fifty years had proven himself to be a traitor. She would have to go in person, even if it was past business hours. She took one last puff on her cigar before she ground it out in a rather full ashtray. She took off her glasses and pulled an eyepatch from her pocket. She didn’t like wearing it, but poor-vision in one eye distracted her. As she tied it, she said, “Where is Seras? I need to brief her.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elohim</strong> on <strong>03-04-2009, 04:48:47</strong>
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				The ancient vampire, allowed the slip of an aristocrat to jostle him back and forth.&nbsp; He wanted to let out a loud cackle,&nbsp; her fire was intoxicated, her lack of fear perfect!&nbsp; Still he held back the urge,&nbsp; the woman needed to vent this wrath.&nbsp; He moved forward,&nbsp; leaning inward mere inches away from the beautiful noble's face.&nbsp; As Integra pushed back against him,&nbsp; he didn't allow himself to fall backwards but stayed straight and tall like a statue, and then he began to straighten the clothing that the young woman had ruffled.<br><br>"We'll never know the answer to that."&nbsp; He said allowing his shoulders to rise into a shrug.&nbsp; "If I had been given an opportunity to drink him dry,&nbsp; I would have been able to give you the answer to the date...&nbsp; but now we can only theorize."&nbsp; He did his best to keep his composure but he took another step forward towards the woman so he was directly at her desk.&nbsp; "I do believe though, that we have seen the last of Walter's treachery,&nbsp; Millennium has been crushed."&nbsp; <br><br>"The police girl is patrolling the grounds as we speak..."&nbsp; he took a step forward.&nbsp; "I can inform her of your commands immediately..."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Nadir</strong> on <strong>24-04-2009, 05:03:24</strong>
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				Integra’s fingers slowed as she tied the eye patch in place, her right eye fixing on Hellsing’s ultimate weapon. “That might be so, but I can’t – won’t – let my guard down. Millennium might be gone, but what happens when another enemy rises? We look weaker now than we have in decades. I will not allow anything that could compromise us to linger…” Her gaze turned distant for a moment, distracted by her own thoughts. <br><br>She blinked and snapped out of her contemplation, finishing the bow without fumbling too much – sometimes gloves were more a hindrance than help – and slid her glasses back on. She nodded once, “Give Seras my order, then. Search and destroy.” The Hellsing leader wished she could cool her anger with a little fieldwork, but that wasn’t her place. If she went, it would only make them look that much weaker. As it was, they would be hard pressed to keep the coming surge of activity from being overwhelming. <br><br>Also, she would have to see how much her fighting abilities had been effected by her damaged vision. With only one eye, seeing depth was sure to be difficult. Until she was sure of herself again, it would be just paperwork. <br><br>That realisation did little to help her temper, but she drew it deep into her. Snapping at Alucard was enjoyable in its way, but also even more provoking, his reactions serving only to antagonise her further. The tawny-skinned knight walked passed the looming vampire, their clothes brushing when neither gave way. She could go down to the training rooms before she visited MI-5 and see how badly her gunmanship had been effected, though testing her sword skills would have to wait. <br><br>But even those simple plans were disrupted. Halfway to the door, the telephone on her desk started to ring. She stopped and half-turned, glaring at it but knowing she would have to walk back to answer. Only a few people know the code to get her personal line without first being directed through the phone in Walter’s old office. She couldn’t ignore whoever was calling, no matter how strong her desire was to do so. It could be the Queen. <br>
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