Winds of Change

Sapphirewyren

Chapter 15: In the End….

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing

Author's Note: I can't believe it but here we are at the last chapter of part 1 of Winds of Change! It's bittersweet, but of course I thank all my readers especially Shadowpyro13 to whom I dedicate this last chapter to. Yay! So, let's get to it.

Suit: . (2nd)

Hellsing Manor: Intelligence Command Center

The announcement clearly told all the soldiers how serious the attack was. CODE RED! CODE RED! CODE RED! Squad leaders barked out orders as soldiers ran back and forth, grabbing weapons and equipment. The attack was so sudden that no one had time to plan. Fighters activated the AICDs, while in the ICC, those stationed outside the Manor were given location of the attack and were ordered to head there immediately. "Consider anything that moves hostile and kill it!"

In her office, Integra was preparing for war. "Is there any information on the whereabouts of Her Majesty?"

"No Sir" answered Colonel Stewart "Nothing yet. There are numerous hidden passages built within Buckingham Palace in case of attacks like this. Perhaps she had made her way there."

"Perhaps is not enough!" barked the commander. If the Queen had made it to one of the concealed rooms, she would have contacted the Hellsing headquarters to let them know where she was located. Integra stalked over to her weapons locker and proceeded to equip herself.

"Where are you going, Sir?"

"Where do you think?"

"But Sir! You can't!"

"I've been in situations just as bad."

As Integra boarded the waiting Apache gunship, she thought to herself "I should have killed that damn worm, the minute I laid eyes on him."

The birds eye view of Buckingham Palace was worse than Integra could have imagined. Flames shot out of almost every window of the once majestic building. Columns of black smoke billowed into the evening sky. Besides a couple of Chimera roaming around and several man-bats that Alucard was busy playing around with, there were barely any monsters outside. One of the squad leaders informed the Hellsing leader; "There doesn't seem to be any survivors, at least for now. Surprisingly we are not encountering as many Chimera. Lastly still no information on whereabouts the Queen or Lord Wyatt." Integra sighed, if you want something done right, you should do it yourself.

Back at the Manor, Philip picked up one of the journals on Integra's desk, it was Dr. Thorton's and the page it was opened to spoke about the side effects of the serum Alucardium.

One of the most common side effects I have noticed with the serum Alucardium are bouts of rage and berserk like behavior. It is more prevalent in some more than others, those most likely to be afflicted with these effects are people who have proven to anger easily. During these fits, the subject fails to recognize friend or foe and attacks anyone or thing that catches its eye. They seem to be imbued with even more strength as their adrenaline levels spike exponentially. Their behavior becomes less human and more animalistic.

"Oh dear" whispered Philip "Lord Wyatt's gone insane." The colonel's head whipped towards the butler. "We have to stop her!" Philip shook his head, "Nothing we say will convince her and she knew the type of situation she was getting into."

Buckingham Palace

Integra had entered the premises followed by Seras and Sam. The walls, floor and ceiling were covered in thick layers of Wyatt's victims. Their faces twisted in grotesques fear as they realized their violent and painful end. In almost every room and hallway there were the bodies of the staff strewn about, pools of blood, broken furniture, paper and debris covered the rugs and floor. "What the bloody hell have you done, Wyatt?" muttered Integra. The answer to that question came in the form of glass crunching under the commander's shoe. She looked down at what used to be a vial, with remnants of the serum at the bottom.

Something compelled Integra to go into one of the conference rooms, call it a sixth sense. There Integra got the shock of her life (well second life). In the room was a large circular table and there were at least fifteen high backed chairs. In twelve of the chairs were the remains of the former knights of the Round Table. Their bodies had been torn apart and the pieces piled onto the chairs, while their decapitated heads were placed on the table in front of them, serving as macabre place settings. Integra stood for a couple of minutes in stunned silence. Sam walked around the table, looking closely at each one. "Seems like Lord Wyatt got a little greedy, didn't he?" The scene told a grisly tale. Apparently after receiving the serum, Lord Wyatt drank his own vial, but was greedy and drank the others as well. When the ex-knights saw, what was happening they tried to make a run for it, but didn't get too far. Integra hoped that the young queen fared better because if she was hurt in anyway, Lord Wyatt would be in a world of hurt. "Wyatt! I know you can hear me, get your sorry ass here right now! If you think I'm going to wander all over this building, you are out of your fucking mind!" roared Integra. Seras looked concerned; "Sir, do you think it's wise to antagonize him?" The leader answered this question with a raised eyebrow. A black portal appeared on the wall and Lord Wyatt slid through; in tow was the queen who was bound in supernatural black tendrils. "If it isn't the world's most boorish woman" drawled Wyatt. "What did you do?" asked a shocked Seras. And that was a good question because the advisor's appearance had drastically changed. His graying hair was now ink black, his brown eyes were crimson, the eyeballs were black. His clothes stretched over his body and was torn in some places his usually gaunt body was now muscular. The advisor also had a mouthful a of fangs. "I didn't think it was possible for someone as ugly as you to get uglier, but you have out done yourself" said Sam.

"Shut it, animal! I am the glorious…."

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

Integra fired three silver bullets into Wyatt's torso; "This isn't some damn cliché movie, so skip the speech and get to the part where you die." Wyatt hissed; "Very funny, but as you wish." As the newly turned vampire spoke giant blobs began to fall from the ceiling and morph into Chimera "Now my familiars can have a snack of whores! I have personal business with Sir Hellsing and I don't want you interrupting, so they should keep you busy." The Queen meanwhile struggled against Wyatt's vampiric tendrils; "Lord Wyatt, what are you doing? Why?" Wyatt gave Charlotte a sad look and said; "This is all her fault. We could have been great. All you had to do was listen to me; marry me." Charlotte shook her head; "I already gave you my answer; I can't marry you and certainly not after what you have done, what you have become."

"You see? Those are the poisonous words that bitch put into your head!" Turning to Integra, Wyatt howled; "This is all your fault!"

"So you seem willing to repeat. This isn't some sad fairy tale, you aren't going to live happily ever after with her, Worm. So, you might as well let me put you out of your misery" said Integra.

"You are in no position to make threats! You are nothing but a lowly human and I am a glorious vampire and I will be king!" Wyatt grabbed Charlotte in his arms and putting his fangs close to her neck, he said; "If you shoot me, my jaws will clamp down on her neck turning her, instantly. What then? Will you kill the Queen, the one you swore loyalty to?"

Integra didn't bat an eye as she raised her gun again. Charlotte struggled even harder and shrieked; "Let go of me, Wyatt!"

"So you dare raise a gun towards the Queen?" smirked Wyatt.

"Don't shoot! Sir Integra Hellsing, as your Queen, I command you to put down the gun!" said the young monarch in the most authoritative voice she could as muster, as the situation she was in did not leave much room for bravery. But Integra did not lower her weapon.

"You've got some guts, to disobey the Queen" sneered Wyatt.

What the hell did she ever do to deserve this? One minute she's trying to run a country and the next she's in a hostage situation with someone she looked to as a friend and advisor, and staring down a barrel of a gun that belonged to another who swore loyalty to her. Charlotte's mind was in shambles. Who ever said your life flashes before your eyes when you are about to die was dead wrong. The only thing she saw were the bodies of the former knights, the two Hellsing officers battling a horde of Chimera and the sapphire gaze of Integra Hellsing. No matter how hard she fought, Wyatt's grip was like steel. She tried to get out of Wyatt's grasp while commanding the Hellsing leader to put down her gun, but to no avail. Then that slime ball came up with another idea; "You can say you didn't see me, you can let us go."

"Us?" asked the Queen "I'm not going anywhere with you!"

Wyatt ignored her; "No one has to die and I can make Charlotte my bride and we can rule England together." Integra's glare hardened; "Do you really think I would turn my back on the atrocities you have committed?"

"Well then you're going to have to go through the Queen, to get to me!" crowed Wyatt "and killing her would be against your sacred duty, wouldn't it? Go ahead take the shot, Integra!"

"I don't want to die!" screamed Charlotte.

Integra looked the Queen in the eyes; "Charlotte, long ago, my father told me before he died: 'In this line of work, you must always be prepared to die for what you believe in and for your country.'" Then the commander pulled the trigger.

Hellsing Manor: One Week Later

As Basil Stoekes made his way to Integra's office, he beginning to think that death row inmates had it easier. He had only been called to her office once before, but merely to escort another soldier, who had been acting inappropriately towards one of the maids. He stayed long enough to learn that Integra did not take such behavior very lightly. But now he was the one being escorted by Colonel Stewart and his squad leader Captain Dara. Basil tried to go through the list of things that he could have done wrong, but his memory failed him. He heard Dara whisper to the Colonel if he knew what this impromptu meeting was about, only for the older man to shake his head. When they arrived at the office, Philip had already opened the door, to the dimly lit office. Basil wondered for a woman who needed to wear glasses, how she could sit in the dark, reading nonetheless. "We've arrived, Sir" stated Colonel Stewart as he saluted. The commander slid a sheet of paper on her desk towards Basil, then leaning back in her chair, looked straight into the soldier's eyes, asked "Do you know what that is?" Basil picked up the paper and stared at it. It was his bank account statement. They can get your bank account statement? Basil looked at each amount and tried to remember where he got it. Mostly from being paid or his parents and relatives sending money and the pay from working at Hellsing. Integra continued; "What I'm wondering is from whom you received £500,000. I know that I'm certainly not paying you that. And what is most strange, you received it around Leonard Taylor's death." Then it came back to Basil and seeing the of recognition flash across his face, Integra mused; "Remembered something just now, soldier?" How was he going to say this? And the look on Integra's face said that she already knew, but she either wanted him to confirm her suspicions or just wanted to make him squirm. Basil took a deep breath and said "I was paid to kill Sir Leonard Taylor and his accountant, Joseph Sykes." Even though Capt. Dara, Col Stewart and Philip appeared to be stunned by the revelation, Integra was not. "Who paid you?"

Basil shuffled on his feet; "I couldn't see his face because of the darkness, but he was short maybe 5'5"" Integra pushed her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose; "Must have been that snake Wyatt Francis and he claimed Leonard was a friend." Basil looked at his feet: "Does that make me a traitor to Hellsing or something like that?" Integra rose from her chair, walked around the desk until she was standing in front, where she regarded the soldier through an azure glare; "Are you a traitor to the Hellsing Organization?"

"No Sir!" came the immediate reply. Both stood quietly, not saying anything for a few minutes. The tension in the office was suffocating.

"You do know what happens to traitors, don't you?"

Basil nodded; "Yes Sir." He didn't know the specific details but he knew they ended up dead and the director would be a most likely candidate for the executioner. There were a couple more minutes of tense silence, then Basil asked: "You're not going to turn me in to the police or MI6?" Integra lit up a cigar and let out several puffs of smoke before answering; "What would be the point? Everyone having to do with Taylor's betrayal is dead. Informing MI6 would just be a waste of my time and if they haven't figured it out yet, I'm not going to do their job for them." Integra's ice blue glare swept across the occupants on the office: "What was spoken in this office does NOT leave here. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes Sir!" came three replies. With a wave of her hand, Integra dismissed the three soldiers.

Later that evening Philip handed Integra a white envelope, which she opened and read Seras cocked her head to one side; "What does it say?"

"Apparently, Her Majesty is looking for a new advisor and is asking if I could recommend someone."

"Sam would be great for the job; she can read minds. Of course, I want her to stay…." suggested Seras. Sam shook her head; "I'm not leaving Sir Integra, who's bed will I share? It's not everyday someone can say they sleep in the same bed with the great Hellsing leader."

"When the hell did that come up in conversation?" snapped Integra.

"I like the queen." mused Seras "but I'm not good at telling people what to do." "I am" came the baritone voice of Alucard. Seras rolled her eyes; "Of course you are."

"I believe I would make a superb advisor to Her Majesty. I could mold her to be a great leader."

"No, you are NOT going to be the Queen's Advisor."

Alucard gave his master a maniacal grin; "Why ever not, my master?"

"I don't need the embarrassment of any tawdry affairs you wish to have."

"But…"

Integra grabbed Alucard by his ascot and yanked his face down to hers; "And you belong to me. You are mine, do you understand, slave?"

Alucard laughed; "Possessive, aren't we? Yes, master, I belong to you."

"Glad you know that."

If there were two, things that Integra would NEVER share they were her pets and her hair.

Epilogue

Doctor Lazarus Thorton II considered himself to be a man of science, not one of luck or religion, but he was lucky to have fled London when he did. Since the attack on Buckingham Palace his face was on every WANTED poster in Great Britain. Fittingly he did not have to worry about that now. Doctor Thorton was working on another experiment, one that would eclipse turning people into vampires. His next venture would make him God. He would bring the dead to life and not as a zombie or ghouls, he would truly resurrect people. He looked over to the glass tank that enclosed a young man in his thirties and sporting a white ponytail. Yes, this would be his greatest gift to mankind. Dr. Thorton laughed loudly in to the warm Italian night.

Author's Notes: Well there you have it, book 1 of the Winds of Change series. So, what's going to happen? Who's the dude in the tank? You'll have to see all the fun in the second book. (can these be considered books?) Thanks to all my readers again. Right now, I'm doing some major research for the second book, so I guess I'll actually start writing and posting chapters for it soon, but in the meanwhile look forward to my "Interview with a Vampire" fic and of course sidefics that will take place within Winds of Change. I hope you enjoyed.