Victoria stood at the edge of the forest, admiring the mansion, built centuries ago on the edge of the Ancient Forest. The two-story house, built in the Old English style, was covered in bindweed right up to its tiled roof. The surrounding grounds were beautifully maintained and literally immersed in greenery, with a small pond and several gazebos nestled in the shade. All this beauty was surrounded by a high, rough-hewn stone fence with large, wrought-iron gates. Now, in the dead of night, the lights were out, and the sparse paths around the estate were illuminated by gas lamps.
Victoria sniffed like a beast and looked contentedly at the Rowley family estate. A distance of about a kilometer was no obstacle for a higher vampire. She could clearly sense the mortals hiding behind the high fence, hearing their hearts pounding, the blood coursing through their veins: four grown men outside, most likely guards, and two more adults with a child inside the house.
The predator bared her teeth bloodthirstily. She could easily kill them all, but she’d have to act quickly, otherwise the mansion’s owners might escape via Portkey, and she wanted to “play” today. Therefore, she had to wait for the Hellsing punitive squad’s stormtroopers; four military transport helicopters had landed five kilometers from the target. The assault team included forty Order veterans and eight combat mages, professional soldiers who had served the Crown for many years and participated in countless battles across India and Africa. First, they were to stealthily take up positions around the estate, deploy anti-portal and anti-magic barriers, and only then would Victoria be able to have her fun. These pathetic mortals would beg for mercy; they would experience the righteous fury of the Hellsing family and organization! It only remained to wait a little while.
The vampire clenched her fists. These worthless bastards wanted to kill her little sister! Victoria sincerely loved the green-eyed fidget, so hot-tempered and cruel, yet so honest and loyal, and besides, she’d suffered a similar fate…
The Seras family lived near London’s slums. Victoria’s father worked in the police, and her mother was a housewife. They lived quite comfortably, and Victoria even attended a decent school near the city center. However, she still felt deeply ashamed and disgusted by the reason for this prosperity – her father, it turned out, had sold out to the mafia. Captain Jim Seras warned his “friends” about raids and handed over patrol routes, earning a handsome pay raise. However, greed and stupidity proved his undoing: the captain once stole a shipment of white powder from his employers and managed to hide almost five kilograms of heroin in his home.
Victoria’s childhood ended when she turned thirteen. She had just come home from school as usual and was drinking tea with her mother in the kitchen when two thugs burst into their house. As soon as they started breaking down the front door, her mother asked her to hide and promised everything would be okay. Young Seras ran to her room and hid in the linen closet. Shaking with fear, she listened for about an hour to the cries of pain, screams of despair, and pleas for mercy coming from the next room. The bastards laughed merrily, and each scream was followed by a dull thud, but when her mother screamed especially loudly and then suddenly fell silent, something in the girl’s head snapped.
She quietly crept out of her hiding place, took the hunting knife her father had given her from the nightstand, tiptoed to the door, and slowly opened it. A horrific scene met her eyes: the blood-stained walls of the hallway, and her mother, her beloved mother, her clothes torn, lying in a pool of dark red liquid. The woman was already dead, her empty, glassy eyes staring at the ceiling, but it seemed her tormentors hadn’t even noticed. One of the thugs was vigorously raping the still-warm corpse, cutting off the woman’s left nipple with a knife. The second bastard squatted nearby, humming a tune to himself as he rummaged through the contents of a closet. The thugs were so busy that they didn’t notice the shocked teenage girl who silently approached them.
At that moment, Victoria lost control of herself; she quickly appeared behind the freak searching for treasure in the closet and drew the blade of the knife across his throat. While he gurgled and tried to cover the deep wound with his hands, the girl instantly turned and, with a lunge, plunged the knife into the sadistic necrophiliac’s chest. She still remembers how the lust in his eyes gave way to confusion and fear, and how the life slowly drained from him. Seras pulled out the knife and stabbed him again, this time into his neck, and then again, again and again. Then she returned to the first one, who was lying on his stomach and still twitching weakly, and plunged the blade into his back, then into his neck, and somewhere else. The girl continued to slash at the bastards indiscriminately until she ran out of strength, after which she tightly hugged the bloody corpse of her beloved mother and lost consciousness.
A few hours later, the mutilated body of a police officer with the word “THIEF” carved into his forehead was discovered in a London slum. Law enforcement officers immediately realized what was happening and dispatched the nearest patrol car to Seras’s house, but it was too late. Arriving officers discovered two slashed drug addicts and a distraught, blood-smeared thirteen-year-old girl who refused to let go of her mother’s cold corpse. Forensic experts would later count fifty stab wounds on each of the assassins, and millions of pounds worth of drugs would be seized from the home of the corrupt Captain Seras.
Thus, Victoria became an orphan, abandoned by her remaining relatives due to her father’s disgraceful behavior. She was sent to an orphanage, where her cruelty and short temper earned her the nickname “Mad Seras.” After graduating from high school, she immediately joined the army, joining the African Punitive Battalion. During her three years of service, she earned several awards and numerous commendations, primarily for her cruelty and ruthlessness toward the Empire’s enemies. After her service, the not-yet-vampire entered the police academy, seeking to atone for her father’s sins and clear her family name.
She graduated from the academy with honors, then spent a year patrolling the streets, and finally, the long-awaited assignment to the rapid response team found the diligent girl. Several years passed in the routine and adrenaline of dangerous service, until that cursed night arrived that changed her life forever…
The vampiress turned her head sharply toward the estate and sniffed the air, then smiled contentedly and licked her lips in anticipation. Through the open second-story window, she sensed a little girl, so pure and innocent, and therefore so sweet and desirable. The owner hadn’t allowed her onto the farm in a long time, so what if she couldn’t resist and drank that boy dry? That was years ago!
“Master,” the predator whispered, smiling wistfully as she ran her hand over the scars on her neck, two small, neat dots right on the carotid artery. “How stupid I was…”
Victoria remembered her first awakening in the dungeon of the Hellsing estate, and shame overwhelmed her again.
The first thing the former rapid response police officer felt was an incredible thirst. No hangover could compare to what she felt: the Sahara Desert in her mouth. Drinking a jug of water from the table didn’t help; it only made things worse. At the same time, Victoria realized she had grown stronger and faster, and all her senses were sharply heightened—she could hear her own footsteps, see in the pitch darkness, and smell the carpet beneath her feet. So, when the iron door of her comfortable cell opened, Victoria’s head nearly split from the loud sounds and pungent odors, and she experienced all the delights of sensory shock.
An old man with a monocle entered, congratulating her on her successful conversion and placing a glass bottle of blood on the table—it was breakfast, he said. The scent of the scarlet liquid was literally maddening, creating an irresistible urge to drink it immediately. But Victoria, always stubborn, stubbornly resisted, repeating like a mantra, “I’m not a monster, I’m a human!” So the bottle went flying into the wall, as did the others.
The vampire defied her own nature for three days, but on the morning of the fourth, she completely went mad with hunger and thirst. When the old man entered her cell again, she pounced on him without hesitation, the throb of fresh blood in his veins literally driving her mad. Victoria wanted to tear him apart, sink her elongated fangs into his throat, and greedily drink every last drop. But the butler was not so simple; he easily bound the young monster with some translucent threads and threw him back onto the bed.
At that moment, the most beautiful, most desirable, and most beloved man in the world appeared in the cell—her Master. He was tall and muscular, perfect, dressed in a black three-piece suit and a scarlet cape, with a wide-brimmed scarlet hat covering his black hair. When the Master lowered his yellow glasses and looked at Victoria with glowing red eyes, she felt his strength and her own weakness, her utter uselessness. Why would a Supreme Being need a worthless creature like her? Out of hurt and despair, the girl burst into tears.
“Get up!” The young vampire couldn’t resist her Master’s orders and immediately jumped out of bed, not even immediately realizing that the bonds were gone and she could move freely. “Come here!”
Victoria, like an obedient little dog, staggering from hunger and thirst, ran up to the Master; if she had a tail, she would have wagged it.
“On your knees!” The girl immediately complied and stared lustfully at the Master, practically devouring him with her gaze. “Open your mouth!”
The slave obediently complied. The Master ran his fingernail across her wrist, and drops of acid began to fall onto her tongue. The liquid was so hot and scalding that Victoria nearly screamed in pain.
“Swallow!” The vampire obeyed without question, and the molten metal poured into her stomach, and then she was overwhelmed by such a wave of pain and pleasure that she lost consciousness.
Victoria jerked awake. She was lying completely naked on the bed, her beautiful, slender body covered in sweat, now rapidly evaporating from her heated skin. She listened to herself and felt a surge of power—no, no, that’s right, POWER—that literally overwhelmed her, demanding immediate release.
“Policewoman, are you awake?” The vampire turned her head and saw him, the Master. The most beautiful and desirable man stood beside her bed, bare-chested, an unattainable ideal.
Victoria literally threw herself upon this Supreme Being, wanting, craving for him to possess her. The Master didn’t resist, and over the next twenty-four hours, the young Supreme Vampire experienced so much pleasure and sweet orgasms that she nearly went mad again. The Master was tireless, and she felt no fatigue and wanted more. But all good things come to an end, and the Master ordered her to wash away her lust and get dressed. Now she belonged entirely to HIM, and HE would teach her to control her gift.
As the girl tried on her new Hellsing uniform, the Master took her hand, and they were instantly transported to the slums of London. Victoria felt the hustle and bustle of life all around her, as well as a powerful thirst and an overwhelming urge to kill. The young vampire immediately found herself near three people smoking at the entrance to an alleyway and literally tore them to pieces, openly reveling in her own strength and power.
Having tasted fresh blood, the girl entered a state of amok (bloody madness), her human mind retreating, giving free rein and complete control of her body to the mad monster. Victoria immediately burst into the house across the street and began killing everyone in her path. This didn’t last long: she rumbled contentedly as she tore apart her next victim, but the Master appeared and gave her a resounding slap, then grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and carried them back to the estate.
Alucard ordered the vampire to remain where he was and quickly left. He returned ten minutes later with a tall, very beautiful platinum blonde, whom Victoria immediately wanted to tear apart, kill, and rip to pieces! This mortal dared to command her Master! But she immediately received a clear order: listen to and obey her new mistress; not a single hair was to fall from Lady Integra’s head. This sobered her up, and the bloodthirsty madness subsided. Thus began a long and arduous process of training. The Mistress and Master spoke with her every evening, helping her accept her new nature, regularly letting her out hunting under strict supervision, and then analyzing her mistakes. When Victoria ceased falling into a bloody frenzy, she began to be given important assignments to eliminate the Empire’s enemies. During these forays, the Master completely loosened the leash, and the young vampire could frolic to her heart’s content, unleashing the bloodthirsty monster.
Over the course of several years, she managed to understand and accept her new nature and take complete control of the monster. Victoria also fell in love with her mistress, though at first she hated her and was jealous of her Master, but time put everything in its place. Their bond with Alucard strengthened, and she began to sense echoes of his emotions and desires, adopting the warm feelings the ancient monster had for his mortal mistress.
Victoria embraced these bright feelings; her love for Alucard and Integra managed to push the pain of loss from her soul. She was afraid, ashamed to admit it, but one day, during a conversation, she couldn’t resist and kissed her mistress. She kissed back, and then the Master appeared…
***
The night predator slapped her cheeks, driving away the blush of shame, and caught her ragged breath; now was not the time for reminiscing. Victoria listened to her surroundings and realized it was time; the stormtroopers had already taken up position.
“Lieutenant Brooks, is everything ready?” Seras appeared behind the Alpha Team commander, disappearing into the shadows at the edge of the forest.
“Yes sir! Teams Bravo, Delta, and Charlie are in position!” the officer quickly reported. “The artifacts are ready for activation. Captain Seras, may I speak?”
– I give permission!
“We could use some fresh batteries for the suppressors. We have some, of course…” the fighter pointed to two black body bags, “but why waste supplies when you can get fresh ones.”
“You’re right.” Victoria bared her teeth predatorily, but the officer had already gotten used to his commander and was completely calm. “I’ll get it now.”
The nocturnal predator became nearly invisible and leisurely made her way toward the home of her future victims. Stopping before the boundary of the protective wards, the vampire chuckled. Pathetic mortals, their defenses were good, but they were designed for humans. The Master had forbidden his children to interfere in mortal affairs over two thousand years ago, so wizards didn’t consider true vampires a threat. Or rather, they’d simply forgotten how to fight them and how to defend themselves against them, the wretches. Victoria spat with hostility and disappeared into the shadows.
She appeared behind the black-robed mercenary and pierced him through with her hand. Neither his enchanted chainmail nor his dragonhide underarmor were of any help to the sorcerer. For a few moments, the mortal stared in astonishment at the fragile feminine hand protruding from his chest, clutching his heart, then let out a final breath and went limp. The predator squeezed her palm, letting a viscous brown liquid pass through her fingers, then disgustedly tossed the corpse into the bushes like a rag doll, licking her palm with her elongated tongue. Mortals were so sweet and yet so fragile. Victoria sank back into the shadows and leaped in front of her next victim. She simply snapped this worthless creature’s neck, effortlessly twisting his head 180 degrees. She carefully knocked out the last two guards. Well, how neat—she cracked both their skulls, but they stayed alive, albeit briefly. With her prey under her arm, the vampiress moved to the alpha group and knocked the two losers down at the fighters’ feet.
The soldiers quickly placed the “batteries” on their backs and, donning protective gloves, placed a stone slab on the chest of each half-corpse. As soon as the artifacts touched the sorcerers, the ancient symbols on them glowed softly, and metal spikes erupted from the slabs, easily piercing the bodies of their victims. The mercenaries began to shrink rapidly and, in a matter of moments, turned into mummies, while the surrounding area was covered in a powerful anti-magic field and anti-portal barrier. For the next couple of hours, only Hellsing soldiers could cast spells on this land.
“It’s time to play!” Victoria grinned happily and clapped her hands, then leisurely ran toward the estate, leaving the pale fighters behind.
***
Raymond Rowley woke with a start. He was sitting up in bed, breathing heavily, trembling slightly. The head of the family turned and looked at his wife, his beautiful Anna now gasping for air. Mordred, he couldn’t feel his magic anymore! He grabbed his wand from the nightstand, but now it was just a useless piece of wood.
“It’s Hellsing, they’ve come for us.” His wife looked ahead, doomed. “I told you it was suicide, but you and your father didn’t listen to me.”
“I won’t give up so easily!” The man rummaged through the nightstand, pulled out a Muggle revolver, and turned to his wife. “I’ll try to hold them off with the guards, and you grab Dorothy and run through the secret passage! Now!”
A man in his underwear, a revolver at the ready, ran downstairs. How did they find out so quickly?! Before bed, his son contacted him through the Translucent Mirror and told him the assassination attempt had failed, but no one had thought of him. The castle was overrun with Aurors and D.M.P.s. The guards questioned Milton and tested his wand, but he confessed to nothing, and the investigators had no direct evidence. The Rowleys had planned to leave Britain that morning anyway; sooner or later, the platinum bitch would have found out everything, and now they were too weak to compete with her. Mordred, they were just hours short!
The man knew he would die today, but he only hoped his wife and youngest daughter would manage to escape. Raymond smiled. His eldest son and middle daughter were safe at Hogwarts, and in the morning his father would pick up his grandchildren and they would head to the continent. The platinum bitch would be out of reach of them on Vatican soil. All these thoughts flashed through his mind as he ran down the stairs to the hall of his estate.
He had barely reached the ground floor when the heavy front door was kicked in and fell several meters onto the expensive carpet. Standing on the threshold of his home was a petite girl with short, golden hair, wearing a provocative dark red robe bearing the Hellsing crest.
– Knock-knock! Sorry it’s so late, but I have important business. – The girl tilted her head to the side and looked affectionately at the owner of the house. – Will you play with me?
Raymond was about to answer her when he suddenly froze in fear, gripping his entire body. This creature, feigning humanity, smiled! Its eyes blazed with a scarlet flame, and its enormous mouth, from ear to ear, was filled with sharp, needle-like fangs. The man pulled himself together and aimed his shaking revolver at the monster, praying to Merlin that at least one enchanted bullet would hit its target, and quickly pulled the trigger six times.
All missed! The creature dodged with ease, and demonstratively caught the last bullet with the fingers of her left hand, shaking her head in displeasure. The next moment, a strange sword with a chain encircling the blade appeared in her hands, and the monstrous guest appeared right in front of him.
“Who greets guests like that?” The girl frowned with displeasure and looked him straight in the eye. “Do you know why I’m here? You don’t have to answer, you wanted to kill my little sister!”
The sword clanged with metal, and Rowley screamed in intense pain. Falling to his knees, he looked at his right hand, which was now lying on the floor. He tried to press on the wound, but there was barely any blood… What was going on?
“Don’t worry, cutlet, as long as I’m here, you won’t die from blood loss.” The monster stroked his head affectionately, then looked somewhere behind him. “We’ve only just started, and they’re already running away, that’s not good. Sweetie, you’ll wait for us, right?”
The monster, with a sadistic grin, lifted him by the throat, and the sword in her hands clanged again, severing both his legs above the knees. Rowley’s vision darkened, and he lost consciousness from the pain.
“Wake up, sweetie!” That’s the first thing the wizard heard when a bucket of water was poured over his head. “That’s better!”
The man looked around, his heart clenched with despair and hopelessness. A dozen Hellsing soldiers stood in the hallway of his estate, and two clergymen held his naked wife and young daughter by the hair, sobbing in pain and shaking with fear as they knelt.
“Boys, get the props ready!” the monster ordered, and two fanatics waved their magic wands, causing two three-meter-tall, sharpened wooden pillars to emerge from the floor. “Excellent!”
The creature slowly approached his daughter and lifted the screaming girl by her hair, then sniffed her like a hungry person sniffs a piece of fried meat, and with its elongated tongue licked the sobbing child’s face.
– NOOOOO! Not Dorothy! Please! Kill us! But let my daughter go! SPARE THE CHILD!!! – Anna hysterically addressed the monster, but was immediately punched in the face by one of the soldiers.
“You shouldn’t have tried to kill my little sister! And your daughter is so sweet, so innocent…” The creature growled and bit the screaming girl’s neck.
The monster literally bit through the thin neck, and the child’s body fell to the carpet, leaving only the girl’s head in its hands, a permanently frozen expression of horror on her face. However, the vampiress let go almost immediately, dropping it next to the body, and then stepped on it and crushed it. The child’s blonde head burst like an overripe watermelon and turned into a mess of blood, bones, and brain matter.
– NOOOOO!!! DAMN YOU!!! CREATURES!!! – His wife screamed, while Raymond himself was now sobbing, cursing his father for his stupidity and shortsightedness.
The man heard the sound of a blow, and his wife fell silent. Rowley turned his head with difficulty to look at his beloved Anna one last time. The creature stood before the naked woman, cheerfully shifting from heel to toe.
“So what are we supposed to do with you? Boys, want to have some fun?” The monster looked at the soldiers, but they shook their heads. “That’s right! You didn’t find your dicks in the trash to shove into all sorts of trash. Okay, impale her!”
Raymond tried to turn away, but they grabbed him by the hair and pinned his head so he couldn’t take his eyes off his naked wife being impaled. One of the fanatics pointed his wand at Anna, causing her to rise into the air. When the victim was positioned correctly, two fighters spread her legs and slowly lowered her down. The wooden spike penetrated her crotch; she screamed loudly in pain, but continued to slowly impale herself on the thick piece of wood. The man listened to the screams of his beloved wife for several hours, until her voice finally broke and she could only wheeze violently. When Anna finally died, Raymond Rowley was genuinely glad—her torture was over.
“Now it’s your turn, cutlet.” The creature cheerfully swung its strange sword, clanking its metal chain, cutting off the man’s last hand and, laughing, added: “For symmetry!”
Rowley was lifted by a spell and began to levitate toward the tip of the stake in front of his dead wife. Raymond no longer felt pain; he had just witnessed the murder of his wife and daughter, and he longed to die quickly. Perhaps beyond the grave, he would be able to beg forgiveness from his family.
Raymond Rowley looked at his beloved wife, whose face was forever frozen in a grimace of pain and suffering, and her glassy eyes retained a glimmer of despair. As the stump of his body hovered over the spike, the magic ceased to support the proud wizard. For the last half hour of his life, the man suffered excruciating pain, sliding down the wooden pole and dreaming of death.
***
“Well played.” Victoria looked contentedly around the blood-soaked room with the two “decorations” at the entrance and looked seriously at the imperturbable Alpha Group commander. “There are two more mercenary corpses in the garden. They should be impaled at the estate gates!”
– Already! – The officer chuckled contentedly. – Is this the first time?
“Well done! Congratulations, the intimidation operation is complete.” Captain Seras looked seriously at her subordinates. “I express my gratitude to everyone! Let’s pack up and return to base.”
***
Nymphadora Black sat at her house table, leisurely spreading apple jam on her toast. She’d been appointed a prefect, so she was the first to arrive for breakfast and the last to leave, effectively stretching out her meal as much as she could. A disheveled Rowley entered the Great Hall, and she glared at him. Mordred’s bastard! If she’d known this jerk would actually carry out his plans, she would have personally slaughtered the idiot! With their stupid revenge, this family had endangered the very existence of the Wizarding World. Thank Merlin everything had worked out. Last night, Uncle Regulus had written in her paired notebook that everything was fine, but the Rowley family was doomed. Good riddance! Nymphadora looked at Milton with malice. He was as dumb as a troll, she didn’t feel sorry for him, but Teresa… Black turned her head toward the Ravenclaw table and found the second-year’s fair head with her gaze. A smart and modest girl, unlucky with her parents. Yes, very sad.
The time had come, and the windows of the Great Hall swung open, letting in the post owls. The birds swooped down, dropping fresh copies of the Daily Prophet to her and Vega. She glanced at the empty seat next to her with a smile. Lucius, as always, had played it safe and given Diana an international portkey through the Head of House. Malfoy was currently in France with his mother, on very important family business, of course.
– Wow! – exclaimed the sister sitting on the left. – Dora, read the Prophet!
The girl unfolded the newspaper, and a huge deck photograph caught her eye from the front page: Aurors releasing people from cages, and one of the law enforcement officers, smiling contentedly, held a little girl dressed in rags in his arms. Tears of joy glistened on the captives’ faces, and the DMP officers removed their slave collars. The headline read:
The slave trade is over!
Nymphadora began studying an article that described how three young pureblood families had teamed up with a crime boss nicknamed “Fatty” (killed during his arrest) and established a human trafficking operation. They kidnapped Muggle-borns or took children from the poor of Knockturn Alley, then sold the unfortunates into slavery or for ingredients. But valiant Aurors and brave DMP officers identified them and launched a preemptive strike against this den of crime and lawlessness! The Minister had taken personal charge of the case, and all the perpetrators would be severely punished. It then described a terrifying battle in which the Aurors fought tooth and nail to save innocent prisoners. She turned the page and saw another photograph – a disemboweled young girl, her internal organs already packaged in glass jars. Abomination. Below was a detailed description of this gang’s atrocities, with the names of the perpetrators listed.
The Slytherin Queen was so engrossed in reading the article that she didn’t immediately notice a tall, limping man enter the Great Hall. Ludwig Rowley quickly, almost running, walked toward Dumbledore. The men argued and waved their arms, but due to the privacy charm placed on the staff table, the students couldn’t hear a word. Finally, the Hogwarts headmaster sighed sadly and waved, and the guest ran toward his grandchildren.
Rowley Sr. approached Milton, placed his hand on his shoulder, and whispered something quietly in his ear, causing the boy to instantly turn pale and look haggard. The Slytherin turned sharply and looked at his sister, then at his grandfather, who sadly shook his head. Then they approached the second-year girl and, taking her hands, quickly headed for the exit.
“Dear students! One moment of your attention!” As soon as the trio left the Great Hall, Dumbledore rose from his seat. “I must inform you that Ludwig Rowley has just withdrawn his grandchildren from school; they will be home-schooled. Unfortunately, I cannot disclose the reasons for this decision. Bon appétit, everyone, and please be on time for class.”
The old man sat down, and a quiet hum rose in the hall—so much news in one morning! There was the assassination attempt on the rabid Hellsing who had killed a senior, and the newspaper article, and now Rowley’s escape. Those older and wiser had already put two and two together and realized who was behind yesterday’s incident.
“Do you think they’ll have time to escape?” Vega looked up from the newspaper and looked at her older sister with interest.
“I don’t think so. The Hellsings received all the information yesterday and should have been prepared.” Nymphadora took a sip of tea; being a prefect had its perks. Now she could order certain dishes and drinks from the house-elves.
“Is it true that Hellsing gutted that upperclassman with a dark spell?” The older sister nodded in response. “I like Rigel, she’s a true Black. The way she dealt with our brother’s gang, maybe there’s a way to bring her back into the family?”
Vega spoke very quietly, but Nymphadora still cast a veil of silence over them and a couple more spells against eavesdropping.
“That’s unlikely. My mother described to me in detail your father’s visit to school—he did everything he could to make Hellsing hate us.” The girl sighed sadly. “Then there was Grandma, remember the order to stay away from her?”
The younger Black nodded discontentedly in response. In their family, the orders of their elders were always followed without question. And now, too, they were forbidden contact or any attempts to establish communication with their sister. Maybe something would change later?
Breakfast was drawing to a close, and Vega headed for the exit to avoid being late for class, but Hagrid nearly knocked her down. The half-giant ran into the Great Hall with a roar and headed for the staff table. Vega took a closer look and nearly gave up her breakfast, while a dozen students vomited. The giant carried the bloody and headless body of second-year Rowley in his arms. Tears streamed down the gamekeeper’s face, and he howled with grief.
– Headmaster Dumbledore! Headmaster! KILLED! EVERYONE KILLED! – Hagrid roared throughout the hall.
– Quiet! Hagrid, tell me what happened? – The headmaster left the table, and Madam Pomfrey ran up and took the child’s body from the forester.
Everyone present saw part of a jaw and an ear hanging by the remnants of skin, and they also noticed part of a child’s scalp on Hagrid’s clothes. The sounds of vomiting in the hall increased.
– I… You… I walked Rowley to the gate, yeah… Everything, um… It was good! Yeah… And then… Then they went out the gate and… Tavo! – The half-giant waved his arms and blew his nose loudly. – They just went out, like bam! Yeah! Their heads, like, exploded! Yeah… Like overripe pumpkins! The director! She’s still just a child! Why did this?!
“Hagrid, help Poppy carry the body to the hospital wing. Minerva, call the D.M.E. Severus, Filius, run to the gates and bring the bodies.” The Headmaster quickly gave instructions and addressed the students, his voice booming throughout the castle. “I order all students to return to their common rooms immediately! As soon as the D.M.E. and Auror staff have sorted out the situation, classes will resume!”
“Madam! The mission is complete! All enemies of the Hellsing family have been destroyed!” A satisfied Victoria, wearing a camouflage robe and wielding a monstrous sniper rifle, looked at Integra from the Miraclephone screen.
– Excellent! Return to the estate. – The blonde smiled back.
“Mistress, I worked all night and I want something sweet.” The vampire made a cute face with the eyes of the cat from Shrek.
“I’ll call Alucard, and we’ll celebrate your success.” Lady Hellsing winked cheerfully at Victoria and smiled in anticipation.
“I’ll be there soon!” The Miraclephone screen went dark, and the head of the Order leaned back in her chair, tired. She, too, hadn’t slept all night, closely monitoring the operation.
– Are you satisfied? – The ancient vampire crept up to his mistress, his lips barely touching her ear, and he spoke very quietly, almost whispering in his velvety voice.
“Yes, the girls can go back to school tomorrow.” The woman closed her eyes, feeling goosebumps run down her body.
“You’re right, after today’s demonstration, the wizards will learn their lesson for a long time.” The vampire’s hands began to knead his mistress’s shoulders, but slowly and smoothly slid down to the two C-cup mounds.
– Ah… W-wait… – Integra threw her head back, opened her blue eyes and began to drown in the red pools. – I promised Victoria that we would wait for her.
“We’re just warming up a bit.” Alucard grinned and tenderly kissed those beloved and desired lips. The mistress responded and, grabbing him by the tie, pulled him toward her.
