He was biding his time. It pleased her to
think that she controlled him, but he only allowed her to think that because
it pleased him to please her. At least, it did now. Tomorrow,
perhaps, it would please him to hear his name as the last word on her lips.
Truly, there was a certain attraction in that thought.
She is worthy of your line, Abraham, he thought,
hailing his old enemy. And her father did not err in naming her.
Integrity is in her soul.
He had turned the police girl on a whim, or perhaps
it was a sudden weariness. And once she stepped forward and took his
place, he could rest. Celes would become a Master, a No-Life King,
a force among vampires no matter how she chose to use her gifts. And
Integra Hellsing would be his last conquest.
They should have left me be. They should have
left me with my Mina, and I would have troubled them no more. But
you chose this, Van Helsing. You started it, taking my love, forcing
me underground, pinned by your foolish human rituals. You took what
I valued most. So I will do the same. I will take the last heir
of your line, and I will give her the weapon to destroy me.
I will do this, because I love her. And I know
her. She will hate what she is with every fibre of her being, but she
will live on and on. She will kill me, of that I have no doubt.
I will put the gun in her hand, and she will riddle my body with blessed silver
and mercury bullets. And I will at last be able to let myself go.
Her wrathful face will be the last sight before my eyes.
And she will be beautiful.
Disclaimer: Hellsing and its character are the property of Kouta
Hirano, SHONEN GAHOSHA Co., LTD and Pioneer. I am making no money
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