Hellsing Rising…
Prologue…
Pieces come together, like a puzzle from a box
My life is the puzzle; my soul is on the rox
I don’t understand how I got this way
But by God, I’ll find the answers
And I’ll find ‘em my way.
June 20, 2010
11:58 p.m.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Actually, it was a dark and almost stormy evening on the eve
before the summer solstice, and somewhere within the bowels of
the Hellsing Mansion, Integra Wingates Hellsing was in pain (and
a considerable amount of it too), seeing as she was currently
giving birth.
“Alucard!” she roared, gripping her stomach as another
contraction swept through her body. “Alucard, you good for
nothing vermin of the night, get in here NOW!!!”
“Yes master?” Alucard said calmly as he melted into
view behind the woman.
“Come HERE, you SMART-ASS!” she hissed as she braced
herself for another contraction.
“You’re almost fully dilated Sir,” said the head
doctor attending to Integra’s birthing. He then sent Walter
to prepare the birthing robes for the newborn infant. “You
should be ready to deliver in a few minutes.”
“I DAMN WELL BETTER BE, AFTER BEING IN LABOR FOR THIRTEEN
GOD-FORSAKEN HOURS!!!” Integra screamed at the doctor as
another contraction seized her in its painful grip, all dignity
and elegance forgotten.
After the contraction had subsided, she motioned for Alucard to
stand behind her and give her his hands.
“At least I know that you can take the pain, you
flea-bitten, blood-sucking bastard,” she hissed the moment
she heard the damnable creature laugh at their positions.
“Now-now Master…such words to speak before you bring a
new life into the world!” he taunted her, knowing it would
make her angry. But if her mind was directed on the anger at him,
it wouldn’t be on the pain of her childbirth. He smirked.
“Bastard,” she muttered, but had to admit to herself
that it was ingenious, the way he was trying to take her mind
from the pain.
But she wouldn’t be in this painful…mess, if they
hadn’t...she stopped herself before she could finish her
thoughts. The doctor came up to her then, pulling clean medical
gloves onto his hands.
“Ready Sir?” the doctor asked as he peeked under the
cloth and motioned for the nurses to take their places on either
side of Integra’s widespread legs.
“What the HELL do YOU think, doctor?” Integra said
sarcastically as the doctor motioned for her to take a deep
breath and push.
Four or seven pushes, what felt like a million breaths, and about
a half an hour later, Integra Hellsing beheld the small form
lying peacefully in her arms, suckling from her breast. She
lightly ran her hand over the child’s flaxen hair, noting
how only after a few minutes of life, the child already seemed
alert, her born-blue eyes well on their way to changing to the
ruby red that was her lineage.
“A baby girl…how quaint. It’s what you’ve
always wanted,” said the silken smooth voice of Alucard
behind the new mother. He couldn’t complain though…he
was the father, and he was proud, though he’d not admit it
out loud…out of respect for the mother, of course.
“She is my daughter, and I shall love her and teach her the
ways of my family,” Integra said proudly as she gazed down
upon her daughter. “I shall teach her the rich history and
heritage of the Hellsing family that was passed on to me by my
father. I shall…”
“You might want to let her grow up a little first,
Master,” Alucard said lightly with a chuckle as he came up
beside his friend and master of many years, his long red overcoat
swishing about with his movements. “And she shall also grow
learning the rich history of her vampyric side.” He pointed
to the two small, blunt fangs that would sharpen in a few weeks.
“She has much to learn from me too, My Master.”
“Of course, Alucard. I shall let her grow, and she will grow
up knowing who and what she is,” Integra said as she gently
handed the baby girl over to the vampire. “And she will be
proud of both of us. Her mother and her father.”
“Now say hello to you daughter, my friend,” she said as
a cloud of silky darkness enveloped Alucard and her daughter, the
darkness streaming from vampire and infant alike.
The darkness separated Alucard and the infant from the mother for
a few minutes, and in that time, he learned the scent and feel of
the small bundle of living flesh in his arms…his daughter.
“Welcome to the world, little one,” he murmured, and
smirked when the infant seemed to nod, little tendrils of
darkness streaming from her to tickle his face. Her tiny hands,
which grasped his finger with amazing strength for an infant,
already sported tiny sharp nails, and he felt one of those little
nails prick his finger, drawing the smallest droplet of blood.
The drop of blood slid down her tiny hand, and he watched in
amazement as she brought her hand to her mouth and licked the
blood from it. Indeed, this was his daughter! She was no more
than a few minutes old, and she already knew how to feed. It left
him smiling, as the darkness receded and Integra came back into
view.
“Alucard?” she murmured in vague question. She smiled
when she saw the smile upon his face, and she knew it for a
genuine smile of true happiness. Something had happened between
father and daughter in the few minutes they had been consumed by
their mutual darkness. She didn’t want to know what it was,
but was indisputably happy that it had warmed her friend’s
heart. She looked down at her daughter, and felt the
unconditional love a mother has for her child warm her own icy
heart and she laughed, the sound pure and true.
“Welcome to the world my daughter.”