Hellsing (Alucard x Reader) Fanfic

British Museum

*Y/n pov*

 ~At the British Museum~

  "What time is it, Walter?" Integra asked board looking at a painting of war, as I stood beside Walter looking around in awe admiring everything the museum had to offer with all its fine art. Watching over Sir Integra was interesting as it was but once I was surrounded with all the beauty of art thing had gotten a lot better and I believed nothing wrong could happen in this meeting with one of our enemies.

 "It just passed three, ma'am." He said glancing at his pocket watch and placed it back in his pocket.

 "They arranged this meeting and still manage to be late. Do you think it's a trap?"

  "I doubt Iscariot would be bold enough to stage a daylight attack, especially an attacking public right in the heart of the enemy territory." 

  I sighed at Walters words and cracked my knuckles getting a bit bored and anxious at waiting for the Iscariot to arrive. "Even if it was a trap Sir, you know as well as I do that Alucard would come to your aid and save you if I or Walter should fail." Softly I heard footsteps coming from down the hall and hushed murmurs of two men speaking.

"Pictures do not do the collection justice. It must be seen in person. And look at how well they maintain everything." A man with silver hair and violet eyes stated walking closer to us with a priest by his side describing the art that hung on the walls leading towards us. "Oh...I think we are a bit late."

"It would appear so sir." The priest stated sweating a little at the sight of Sit Integra and her famous glare.

"Oh dear! I'm so sorry to keep you waiting..." Maxwell started walking closer to us but was stopped by Sir Integras words. "That's close enough! What business does the Vatican have here? And why send the Iscariot the dirtiest of the dirty little secrets?"

 "How unfortunate. It appears our reputation has preceded us. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Enrico Maxwell. I'm the head of the Iscariot organization. It is an honor to meet you." He bowed showing his respect but I could tell that something was wrong by this men. He acted so kindly and hospitable that it was almost impossible for him to actually be the leader of the Iscariot.

 "I really don't care who you are. Just tell me what you want. So we can be on our way." 

"There is no need to take such a harsh torn. We didn't come all the way to England just to pick a fight with you Sir Integra..." Maxwell proposed with a gentle smile that looked forced upon and not the slightest bit meaningful and real. Along with the vein in his forehead that looked like it was slowly growing bigger with every word that Sir Integra said.

 "I don't believe you! You've done nothing but show contempt to our treaties! This latest incident with Andersen in Northern Ireland was inexcusable! He killed two of my best men in Badrick! I've barely managed to escape with my head still attached! And you have the goal..."

"Would you shut up!" Maxwell shouted at Sir Integra as his vein started to pulse with anger while breaking his glasses that rested in his hand.

"How dare you!?" I yelled at him and stepped in front of Sir Integra and ready to defend her honor as a leader to the Hellsing organization. Taking out one of my throwing knives I readied myself in case he would pounce on me or strike me where I stood.

"How dare you pull a knife upon me, you wench of English blood," He glared at me then turned back to Sir Integra, "You really expect us to just let you do as, please? Two men? If we had slaughter two million of your protestant scum I would've not a shed of a tear. I'm here under direct orders from His Holiness. Otherwise, I would not bother with you filthy creatures! So just shut up! And pay attention! You miserable English sow!"