Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Angel of Mercy ❯ Memories ( Chapter 4 )

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Chapter 4

Walter knocked on the door to Integra’s office before entering his arms loaded down with papers. “I have the documents you requested,”

“Just set them down on the desk,” said Integra putting down a cup of tea and a budget report. “Did you find anything about Vashnicalf?” she asked.

“Very little in our files I’m afraid. I found one passing reference to the name in an older list of some of the worlds powerful vampires, complied about a hundred years ago. I also found a hand written report in Russian by a Hellsing agent from two hundred and fifty years ago. I’m afraid my Russian is a little too rusty to write you a translation would you like we to summarize it for you?”

“That would be fine Walter,”

“According to the report the Hellsing agent stumbled across Vashnicalf‘s castle when he was pursuing a fugitive vampire from England. The Hellsing agent knew the vampire was hiding in the castle. He pursued him inside only to find himself in a den of vampires. The castle was lorded over by the powerful and very old Vampire, Vashnicalf. The report describe him as having very light hair and skin possibly of Slavic origins. When Vashnicalf saw the Hellsing agent he mockingly played host and let him stay safely in the castle for the night. At dawns first light the Hellsing agent fled never to return. The report mentions no later actions taken against the castle.”

Integra sat thoughtfully listening, and absentmindedly flipping through the papers Walter had brought her. “Are all of these about Julia?”

“Yes, most of them are reports she wrote while serving with the Hellsing organization.” Integra paused lifting up a photograph of a painting. It was a picture of one of her ancestors Mary Hellsing, the only other woman to ever rule the Hellsing organization. She was depicted sitting in a high backed chair her hands crossed over her lap. She bore a startling resemblance to Integra, save that she was a little older and was clothed in an elegant Victorian dress that had been the style of her time.

Beside the chair stood a girl that was unquestionably Julia, but a very different Julia. She wore, instead of her concealing cloak, a long dress of deep blue, and her hair which she now wore simply down was partly pulled back in an elegant twist with a few strands hanging down. Her eyes where as always the vampire red but they didn’t carry the weight of age they now did, but instead held a warmth and kindness.

What struck integral as the strangest thing about he picture was how Julia’s hand rested on Mary’s shoulder, and how she looked at the woman with an expression of affection. Marie too was grinning slightly, an expression most uncommon for portraits of that period.

“The original of that painting is in the vaults bellow the house. I’ll have it brought up if you wish to see it,” said Walter noticing how long Integra had spent over the photograph.

“That would be fine,” said Integra motioning for Walter to sit down in the chair across from her. “I’ve been meaning to ask you how you made Julia’s acquaintance, and what exactly her connection with my family was during World War II.”

Walter nodded and leaned back slightly in the chair a masked expression on his face. “The first time I saw Julia was in the trenches if an allied camp. I had been a mission that had left me stranded in German occupied territory and I was trying to get back onto allied land. I had to sneak into the camp in order to avoid being mistaken for a German and shot.

As I came upon the camp I realized there had been a recent battle. There where a great number of dead and wounded. As was the necessity of the time solders that had been mortally wounded where separated from those with a chance so that the doctors could focus on the ones that could be saved. Often there was not even enough morphine for the dying.

I watched a raven landed among the dying men and changed into a young woman almost hidden in a shadowed cloak. She moved quietly among the doomed men. She would speak to each man and then give them a gentle touch on the forehead and they would go limp. When I drew closer I realized that she was a vampire. She was asking each man if he wished for their suffering to end, most said yes. The few that didn’t she left alive.

When she had seen to every man, she told me to stop hiding in the shadows and show myself. “What are you?” I asked her.

“What do you think I am?”

“an angel of mercy,” I replied.

“I‘ve been called many things but never that before. If you must call me something call me Julia, and as I can tell by your expression you already know I‘m a vampire. Now who are you? You look hardly older than fifteen yet you carry the crest of Hellsing. ” She had recognized the Hellsing emblem on my jacket.

“I’m the angel of death,” you see even in my short time as a solder I had witnessed many of my comrades suffering from a slow painful death. I knew the most merciful thing they could have been given was a quick ending, but no human can give that mercy to their friend. Only some one removed from life can give such a cruel seeming kindness. The strange girl spoke. Her voice was that of a weary woman but held a hint of amusement at what I had said.

“That’s a heavy title for some one who can’t yet grow a beard,” I let the insult of my young age slide.

“Then call me Walter,” I replied. “Now, you tell me. How do you know about Hellsing?”

“I’ve had my dealings with it in the past, and have some loyalty to it. I can tell your on a mission and have lost your comrades. If you let me I’ll help you complete it.”

“Why should I trust you?”

“I’m a former fledgling of Alicard’s if that means anything to you, although if you know him that fact might make me trust you less.”

I did indeed know Alicard at the time and decided to let Julia come with me. She had very strong physic powers in the field of affecting or controlling human emotion and thought. She got me out of more than a few bad situations.

When we returned to Hellsing manor she served as an advisor your father. As you recall the Nazi’s tried to find away to use vampires against the allies, and the Queen charged Hellsing to stop this.

Julia had the ability to see things hat where happening else where, or would happen in the future so she could often tell us what the Nazi’s where planning. After the war your father asked her to help with Hellsing’s usual vampire eradication. She refused and left, that is the last time I saw her until yesterday,” finished Walter.

Integra had listened closely to Walter. What he said explained a lot. She still wondered why Julia had been inclined to help Hellsing in the first place but she had little doubt she would know that in time.

“Thank you Walter, you’ve cleared things up a bit, now I must return to my duties.”

“Very well, Sir Integra,” said Walter standing and leaving the office. Although Integra had other work to concern her she decided the budget report wasn’t going to vanish and began rummaging through the new pile of papers. Perhaps the answer she sought in there.


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