Happy birthday, sir_hellsing!
A/N: Written for sir_hellsing. She requested “Lucius meets Integral and Alucard.” Crossovers are tricky animals. -_-"
“Before I call my servant,” Integral Hellsing said slowly, “allow me to confirm several things. I’m afraid I’m still rather stunned, and struggling to process everything you’ve just told me. Is that all right, Mr. Malfoy?”
Lucius smiled beatifically. “By all means, my dear. There is no hurry.”
“The major,” she gestured awkwardly at his lifeless body. Lucius had killed him simply by pointing a little baton at him and saying something that sounded a lot like “abracadabra.” His seemingly childish gesture had had deadly results.
“The major,” she said again, “Millennium, the Nazi party as a whole . . . all of it was a deceptive ploy to distract Muggles while the Walpurgis Knights waged their own wars to cleanse the wizarding world?” The words “Muggles” and “wizarding” came out of Integra’s mouth oddly, as if they were a new food she was unaccustomed to eating.
“Yes,” he answered, idly twirling his wand about with his long fingers. “Clever, wasn’t it? The violence and hatred inherent to the nature of Muggles has always suited the Death Eaters’ intentions remarkably well . . . what was it that one philosopher said? ‘How often we supply the means of our own destruction.’” He paused significantly. “It was always intended for the Muggles to die out. Natural selection would have it so. After all, the Cro-Magnons forced the Neanderthals into extinction.”
“So you believe that the same will happen with wizards and Muggles.”
“Is happening,” he corrected her. “We allowed Millennium to cleanse London before stepping in-of course, all proper wizards would have had nothing to fear as we are quite capable of defending ourselves against bombs and guns-and now that we have secured the capital, I think we will find it a good deal easier to take England, and from there, the Continent. And then on, who knows?” But the smug expression on his face told her plainly he thought he knew what would happen.
“Then your goal is a world inhabited only by wizards?”
“That would be accurate except for your simplification.” Lucius chuckled at Integra’s puzzled look and explained, “Not all wizards are . . . worthy. I, for example, can trace my paternity back thirty generations. But there are those whose bloodlines are tainted, and even those anomalies who have Muggle parents. We seek to eliminate these impurities from society as well.”
“And you need Alucard and Seras to swell your ranks.” She had no idea where they were right now, and she hadn’t seen Walter either, but she fervently prayed that she would manage to keep them out of this megalomaniac’s clutches-and his master’s.
“The girl we can do without,” Lucius said lightly, “but Alucard would be a valuable addition to the Dark Lord’s army, yes.”
Integra nodded numbly, eyes wide.
“It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?” He seemed almost understanding.
Integra ignored his falsely compassionate gaze and looked diffidently at the ground, nodding again. Then she asked hesitantly, “I suppose your only reason for keeping me alive this long was to summon Alucard and order him to serve you as his new master?”
“You’re remarkably clever for a Muggle. You’ve absorbed all of this calmly,” Lucius observed airily. “You should have been one of us, Sir Hellsing. You would have done well. I did admire the efficiency with which you ran the Royal Protestant Knights.” His tone was almost wistful, but he continued, “Yes, if you would be so kind as to call up your willful servant and transfer his loyalties. I’d like to keep this professional, but if I have to, I will not hesitate to use more unpleasant methods of persuasion.” He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted it up so that their eyes met, and then looked meaningfully at his wand. She understood.
“That’s not necessary,” she whispered, taking care to inject the proper amount of fear into her face and voice. Lucius looked satisfied with her act.
“Alucard,” she said aloud, perfectly aware that he could hear her without having to speak, but wanting Lucius to know that she was sending for him.
He was at her side in an instant.
“Thank you for your promptness,” Lucius murmured.
Alucard didn’t know who that man was, but he didn’t care. His foremost concern was for Integral.
“You called, Master?”
“She did,” Lucius interjected complacently before Integra had a chance to speak. “You had best rid yourself of the habit of addressing her as Master.”
Alucard looked briefly irritated and confused.
“Alucard,” Integra said, “my last order to you is to regard this man as your master and obey him in all things.” In her head, she smirked even as she gave the “order,” and thought fiercely, Kill him. I will explain later.
Lucius’ reflexes were fast. Even as Alucard sprang towards him, he was quick enough to aim his wand at the vampire and babble a string of Latin-based spells, but they all bounced off him harmlessly. Integra snorted mentally; what did he think he was going to do, “Abracadabra” Alucard?
Integra closed her eyes shortly as Alucard deftly twisted Lucius’ head off; when she opened them, her glasses were flecked with blood. She regarded the feasting Alucard with some amusement.
“How does it taste?” she asked. “According to him, his blood has been refined and purified through centuries of selective breeding.”
“It certainly reeks in the way that the blood of the heavily inbred does,” Alucard sneered, tossing away Lucius’ dripping blond head. “I’m surprised that those pretty gray eyes of his weren’t on the insides of his elbows, considering how many incestuous marriages must be in his family history.”
Integra laughed as he walked towards her, stopping to pick up Lucius’ dropped wand.
“There was one advantage to eating him, though.”
“Oh?”
“Scourgify,” he said, pointing the wand at her.
The blood specks disappeared from her glasses, and she felt as if layers of grime and sweat had been lifted from her skin.
“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men may be useless, but I think that magic will help us put London back together again.” He bowed. “Shall we?”
“Come on then,” she laughed, striding towards the doors. “I’ll tell you the story on our way.”
“Before I call my servant,” Integral Hellsing said slowly, “allow me to confirm several things. I’m afraid I’m still rather stunned, and struggling to process everything you’ve just told me. Is that all right, Mr. Malfoy?”
Lucius smiled beatifically. “By all means, my dear. There is no hurry.”
“The major,” she gestured awkwardly at his lifeless body. Lucius had killed him simply by pointing a little baton at him and saying something that sounded a lot like “abracadabra.” His seemingly childish gesture had had deadly results.
“The major,” she said again, “Millennium, the Nazi party as a whole . . . all of it was a deceptive ploy to distract Muggles while the Walpurgis Knights waged their own wars to cleanse the wizarding world?” The words “Muggles” and “wizarding” came out of Integra’s mouth oddly, as if they were a new food she was unaccustomed to eating.
“Yes,” he answered, idly twirling his wand about with his long fingers. “Clever, wasn’t it? The violence and hatred inherent to the nature of Muggles has always suited the Death Eaters’ intentions remarkably well . . . what was it that one philosopher said? ‘How often we supply the means of our own destruction.’” He paused significantly. “It was always intended for the Muggles to die out. Natural selection would have it so. After all, the Cro-Magnons forced the Neanderthals into extinction.”
“So you believe that the same will happen with wizards and Muggles.”
“Is happening,” he corrected her. “We allowed Millennium to cleanse London before stepping in-of course, all proper wizards would have had nothing to fear as we are quite capable of defending ourselves against bombs and guns-and now that we have secured the capital, I think we will find it a good deal easier to take England, and from there, the Continent. And then on, who knows?” But the smug expression on his face told her plainly he thought he knew what would happen.
“Then your goal is a world inhabited only by wizards?”
“That would be accurate except for your simplification.” Lucius chuckled at Integra’s puzzled look and explained, “Not all wizards are . . . worthy. I, for example, can trace my paternity back thirty generations. But there are those whose bloodlines are tainted, and even those anomalies who have Muggle parents. We seek to eliminate these impurities from society as well.”
“And you need Alucard and Seras to swell your ranks.” She had no idea where they were right now, and she hadn’t seen Walter either, but she fervently prayed that she would manage to keep them out of this megalomaniac’s clutches-and his master’s.
“The girl we can do without,” Lucius said lightly, “but Alucard would be a valuable addition to the Dark Lord’s army, yes.”
Integra nodded numbly, eyes wide.
“It’s a lot to take in, isn’t it?” He seemed almost understanding.
Integra ignored his falsely compassionate gaze and looked diffidently at the ground, nodding again. Then she asked hesitantly, “I suppose your only reason for keeping me alive this long was to summon Alucard and order him to serve you as his new master?”
“You’re remarkably clever for a Muggle. You’ve absorbed all of this calmly,” Lucius observed airily. “You should have been one of us, Sir Hellsing. You would have done well. I did admire the efficiency with which you ran the Royal Protestant Knights.” His tone was almost wistful, but he continued, “Yes, if you would be so kind as to call up your willful servant and transfer his loyalties. I’d like to keep this professional, but if I have to, I will not hesitate to use more unpleasant methods of persuasion.” He placed his fingers under her chin and tilted it up so that their eyes met, and then looked meaningfully at his wand. She understood.
“That’s not necessary,” she whispered, taking care to inject the proper amount of fear into her face and voice. Lucius looked satisfied with her act.
“Alucard,” she said aloud, perfectly aware that he could hear her without having to speak, but wanting Lucius to know that she was sending for him.
He was at her side in an instant.
“Thank you for your promptness,” Lucius murmured.
Alucard didn’t know who that man was, but he didn’t care. His foremost concern was for Integral.
“You called, Master?”
“She did,” Lucius interjected complacently before Integra had a chance to speak. “You had best rid yourself of the habit of addressing her as Master.”
Alucard looked briefly irritated and confused.
“Alucard,” Integra said, “my last order to you is to regard this man as your master and obey him in all things.” In her head, she smirked even as she gave the “order,” and thought fiercely, Kill him. I will explain later.
Lucius’ reflexes were fast. Even as Alucard sprang towards him, he was quick enough to aim his wand at the vampire and babble a string of Latin-based spells, but they all bounced off him harmlessly. Integra snorted mentally; what did he think he was going to do, “Abracadabra” Alucard?
Integra closed her eyes shortly as Alucard deftly twisted Lucius’ head off; when she opened them, her glasses were flecked with blood. She regarded the feasting Alucard with some amusement.
“How does it taste?” she asked. “According to him, his blood has been refined and purified through centuries of selective breeding.”
“It certainly reeks in the way that the blood of the heavily inbred does,” Alucard sneered, tossing away Lucius’ dripping blond head. “I’m surprised that those pretty gray eyes of his weren’t on the insides of his elbows, considering how many incestuous marriages must be in his family history.”
Integra laughed as he walked towards her, stopping to pick up Lucius’ dropped wand.
“There was one advantage to eating him, though.”
“Oh?”
“Scourgify,” he said, pointing the wand at her.
The blood specks disappeared from her glasses, and she felt as if layers of grime and sweat had been lifted from her skin.
“All the king’s horses and all the king’s men may be useless, but I think that magic will help us put London back together again.” He bowed. “Shall we?”
“Come on then,” she laughed, striding towards the doors. “I’ll tell you the story on our way.”