Chapter 2 - Translator

       Integra had once been told about the Lycans. Her father had explained their history to her before he died, as he did just about everything about monsters. He said that they are older than man, and their true origin is unknown. The first recordings of them were around 8.000 B.C in cave paintings. A book was found in Norway during World War Two. This was no regular book though. According to the researches the book was 'written' around 4,000 B.C. in stone.

      The book was about five thousand pages long, filled with only extremely detailed pictures. The pictures depicted two groups of Lycans. One is drawn as civilized, armored, and honorable. They lived in a village guarded by a massive wall made of tree trunks. They saved dying men by biting them, which would turn them into Werewolves. These werewolves were taught to be civilized, and trained in combat tactics. They were treated equally among the Lycans and had pride in what they were. These Lycans traded with the early settlers of Norway, often helping them hunt.  

     The other group of lycans were, as simply put by the researches, monsters. They killed without reason, slaughtered the innocent, and weren't even hungry when doing so. After a few hundred years, the monsters started to grow jealous of what there counterparts had accomplished. They banded together and formulated a plan. They spread throughout ancient Europe like a plague. Massacring whole settlements and turning them into slave-like werewolves. After a year, they had an army of just under a thousand werewolves. Versus the Lycans few hundred trained. 

     One thing the monsters failed to realize is that humans didn't take well to being attacked. The tribes of Ancient Europe allied. The monsters returned to Norway, attacking their opposites city in force. The trained Werewolves fought like their Lycan brethren, helping successfully defend the city. The army of beasts was crushed and their monstrous masters banished to the forest, knowing if they stepped out of line, they were going to be hunted. The city suffered medium casualties, only due to the number of enemies. 

     After the monsters were banished, the humans arrived in force. A massive army following the trail of the monsters. The natives attempted to explain to the alliance that these were the wrong lycans, but no one listened. The army marched on the city, which was still recovering. The humans would have been easily dispatched, except that their numbers were in the thousands. They flooded the city, killing all that they saw. The werewolves had told the Lycan Elders that they need to retreat and preserve their ways. The humans quickly surrounded the castle, attempting to hack open the gate. A bulk force of werewolves had retreated to the castle, along with most of the Elite Lycan warriors. The Elites wore heavy stone armor, and moved around in it like it was nothing. The Elders had no choice but to flee, the warriors opening the gates to the castle and clearing a path for the elders. A handful of Elites guarded the Elders. 

      The book ends with the Elders disappearing into the ocean on a massive boat. Three Elites watching it sail away. The Lycans never recovered, and never repopulated. Their numbers staying limited to hundreds all around the world. The last few pages are written in a language close to Proto-Indo-European. It was roughly translated in the early eighties. The first few pages talked about the Elders, saying that they retreated into the Far North, waiting for the time to return. The Elites were to attempt to reunite the Lycans. The writer then says that they doubts that they will be able to do it. With the humans showing their strength in numbers, many Lycans wouldn't even attempt to retaliate. The Elites dispersed, roaming the world and soon turning into legend.

      The book ends with the writer stating that he may simply travel, their armor thrown into the water off the coast. They state that they are heavily saddened by the attack and fall of their dominance which had lasted for over thousands of years. They decided, with no one with them, to head Northeast. They then address the reader of the book, stating that they hope it was a good read. They then leave a mark similar to a T, but it had a dash in the vertical line, a dot on the upper left and lower right side. 

    Integra was snapped out of the day dream by the sound of approaching helicopters. She looked around. "My message must've gotten through." She mumbled to herself as she started to walk to the roof. The halls were cleared of bodies and body parts, but were still stained with blood. The sun was in the middle of the sky when she got to the roof, she looked at it and then at her watch. It was only 1:00 PM. There were three helicopters, two landing on the ground infront of the mansion and one on the roof. As soon as the two on the ground were empty they took off again, flying in the same direction that they came. 

     "Lady Integra Hellsing?" An man said as he walked out of the helicopter, he wore combat gear and a beret. He stood about 5' 11. His hair was short and black, eyes a light blue. Integra looked at him, He walked over to her and saluted her. "Captain Richard Brax, 23rd SAS Regiment. Her Majesty received your message." The rest of the soldiers from the helicopter jogged past her and down into the mansion. A man in a suit walked out from the helicopter, carrying a suitcase. "This is Doctor James Herras. Oxford University."

     "How do you do?" Doctor Herras nodded to her. She could see a shoulder holster through his jacket. 

      "I trust you've been informed on the situation." She said, looking at him. Her blonde hair swayed with the wind.

      "Yes, I have." He nodded. He had white hair, he looked to be in his mid-sixties. He was of slim build and stood about the same height as the Captain. 

      "Captain, Doctor. Follow me." They nodded as she turned around and walked down the stairs, heading down to the basement. The Wild Geese survivors were relieved to see reinforcements. The Captain walked over to them as he walked by. 

    "You men should get some rest." He looked over them. "It looks like you haven't slept all week." They blinked and nodded, walking to one of the few untouched rooms to get some much needed rest. Brax quickly started to follow Integra again. As they got to the basement both men saw Seras. She looked over at them and then at Integra.

    "Captain Brax, Doctor Herras, This is Seras Victoria." Integra said, gesturing to Seras. Seras saluted Captain Brax, who saluted back, and nodded to Herras. "Go ahead and open the door" Seras nodded and opened the cell door, pulling it open and stepping inside, keeping her rifle pointed toward the ground. Lestat sat up, looking at the group. The cell was covered in symbols. Integra immediately recognized one. The same one that her father had told her about. She blinked and looked at Lestat, who was in his human-wolf form.

      "Salve" The Doctor said, looking over Lestat. He wasn't scared, more amazed really. (Hello)

    "Salve" Lestat replied, standing up. (Hello)

     "Qui isti tu?" Herras asked him. (Who are you?)

    "Lestat" He said, looking at Herras. "Possum tu scribo melius amplius tu possum loquour?" Herras laughed, looking down and shaking his head. (Lestat. Can you write better than you can speak?)

      "Probabilissime" Herras said, smiling. (Probably)

     "Ego cineris ut adpareo agrestis, autem tu loqour peregrina" Lestat spoke calmly, still sitting on his bed. (I hate to appear rude, but you speak strange)

      "Ego ecee" Herras said as he pulled out a notebook and a pen. He started to write in Latin. (I see)

     "Ask him why he saved the little girl" Integra said to Herras, looking at the notebook. 

     "I will. He says that I speak weird, so he wants me to write instead." He finished writing and handed Lestat the notebook, who first looked over it, turning the pages a few times before flipping back to the one with writing, He read it and looked around. Herras handed him the pen, Lestat looking at it.

    "Atramentum?" Lestat asked, looking around. (Ink?)

   "Ea qualis intra." Herras pointed at the tube of ink in the pen. Lestat looked at it and made a sound of amusement. (It is inside)

   "Commodus." He said as he started to write, going slow with the new tool. After he finished he handed the pen and notebook to Herras. (Convenient) 

     "He said that it was the correct thing to do. What was he suppose to do?" Herras looked over at Integra as he spoke. She looked at Lestat. 

    "Ask him if he is an Elite." Integra said, still looking at Lestat. Herras looked confused but nodded, writing. He handed the notebook and pen to Lestat when finished. Lestat looked at the notebook for a while and then at Integra, starting to write. Handing it to Herras when finished. 

     "He said he thought those days were long forgotten, and that-"  His sentence was cut short by a large explosion from upstairs.