Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / Black Lagoon Fan Fiction ❯ Night Angels EXTRA ❯ Reading the Signs ( Chapter 3 )
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Rally reads some disturbing signs in the papers... and her questions annoys Moria.
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Rally reads some disturbing signs in the papers... and her questions annoys Moria.
Anime/Manga: Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / Black Lagoon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Comedy / Action | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.31.2012 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 203 | Status: Completed
Night Angels EXTRA – “Reading the Signs”
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats/Black Lagoon fanfiction
By Elwin “Blaine” Coldiron
“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Section23/Sentai Filmworks, and “Black Lagoon”, created by Rei Hiroe and is the property of Shogakukan/Viz Media, Geneon Universal, Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE – The events of this series are relevant to the events of the week ending October 2, 2011. If you don't know what I mean, go read your sports section under pro football to find out.
XXX
“You're certain about this?” Irene “Rally” Vincent anxiously asked Moria Farguson Hedgley. “You're positive?”
Never had the pretty butler/werewolf wanted to throttle Rally more, the dusky vampire badgering her for the third time. “I am certain,” Moria irritably sighed, her green eyes rolling up her head. “Believe me, I've gotten the Book of Revelations memorized in my head, so I'm fairly certain the events you related to me are not signs of the Ending of Days!”
Rally just stepped way, still uncertain. “Well I don't know,” she mumbled. “From what I saw in the papers, it just makes me nervous, that's all.” Seeing how her lover was beginning to get more and more irritable, she decided to make herself scarce, mumbling some excuse about going to the gun shop and work on some unfinished project.
Becky 'the Nose' Farrah, who was listening to this exchange along with 'Minnie' May Takigawa, could only look with concern as their friend left. “I wouldn't blame Rally for being worried,” the information expert remarked.
“Yeah, Becky,” the petite explosives expert added, a look of anxiety on her face, “I'm scared, too!”
“Oh not you two as well?” Moria groaned. “I mean really, it's nothing! All I'm worried about is this city getting ready for next year! The Olympics are going to show the world that London has truly recovered from Millennium's attack!”
“That is if there's a next year!” Becky added, headed for the kitchen along with May for a late night snack.
Moria could only shake her head at the absurdity of what she heard. Deciding that it might be a good idea to talk to Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing about the tale Rally told her. She was about to ascend the steps to the third floor when she saw Bridgett Healy in a darkened hallway – embracing another maid, one with shoulder-length blonde hair, from behind. “No Bridgett,” the maid moaned as the dhampir fondled her left breast with her right hand, “we might get into trouble! Besides, what will my boyfriend say if he finds out?”
Bridgett simply giggled as she whispered, “Well I did hear that he was fancying a three-way with you and another girl, Helen.” She lightly kissed her, still fondling her, then added, “I just want to make sure you have the proper experience, that's all.” All Helen did was moan again, seemingly enjoying the attention Bridgett was giving her.
At first, Moria did nothing, just watching for a while before loudly clearing her throat – which caused the two girls to jump. “Oh my goodness, M-Miss Hedgley!” Helen yelped as she tore herself away from Bridgett, straightened her uniform, stood at attention with the dhampir and added, “Now I'm going to get it!”
“You? What about me, that's my guardian!” Bridgett countered, looking as if she had her hand caught in the cookie jar.
“Now take it easy, ladies, you're not in trouble,” Moria lightly laughed. “It's just that... well, this isn't exactly the place for such behaviour to be exhibited, that's all.” Noting Helen, she discreetly looked at her watch and said, “Now you still have fifteen minutes before your shift ends, but seeing that you've completed your rounds, I will give you an early leave.”
Helen looked relieved. “Oh thank goodness, I thought I was sacked for sure!”
“Well... be fortunate that it was I that had discovered the two of you,” the brunette butler said smartly. “If it were Sir Integra that found you, I doubt the outcome would've been so kind.” All of a sudden, Helen and Bridgett looked a little sick. “But of course, I would be there to vouch for your characters. Now I suggest you run-off and...” a sly look came over her face, “get ready for the evening.”
Relieved, both Helen and Bridgett bowed slightly and began towards the stairs. “Not you, Miss Healy,” Moria said. “I need to talk to you for a bit.”
Helen and Bridgett exchanged uneasy looks at each other. “You go ahead to my room,” Bridgett finally said. “I'll be down as soon as I settle business here.” Helen didn't answer, only nodding in agreement.
As soon as Helen was out of earshot, Moria motioned Bridgett to follow her to Sir Integra's office. “I thought we had this discussion the last time I caught you seducing one of the maids in the hallways,” Moria began in a low voice. “Honestly, I believe your libido must be on a par with Rally and Seras... and with a straight girl to top it off!” But she giggled as she added, “Makes me look forward to when you turn 18, though... and I imagine Rally as well!”
“I'm... I'm sorry, Miss Hedgley,” Bridgett sullenly murmured – only to get startled by a finger Moria held-up.
“Moria,” the butler corrected with a smile. “We're alone, remember?”
“Uh... yes Moria.” Bridgett bashfully said. “Well... it's just that... well... Helen looked kind of cute... and... and she expressed a certain... curiosity about lesbian sex, so I...”
“Say no more,” Moria giggled as they approached the recently-repaired double doors of Sir Integra's office, “all I ask is that you practice a little more discretion next time around. That way, we can avoid this unpleasantness should it happen again.” She was distracted upon hearing the dumb waiter near the doors chime. “Oh, pardon me, it must be Sir Integra's tea.” Bridgett didn't reply, only silently accompanying her guardian as she opened the secured doors. “Hmm... now that's unusual, there's no tea inside.”
“Just a tray with a full ice bucket, two glasses... and a bottle of Puerto Rican amber rum,” Bridgett added. “I would wager that Revy is in the office as well.”
“Well, I say we shall find out for sure,” the butler said as she picked up the tray, while the dhampir maid opened the doors.
Sure enough, Revy was inside, laughing while Sir Integra sat at her desk, a rare, bemused look on her face. Even Seras Victoria was there, the No-Life Queen smiling as well. “Now that's the shit!” the pirate said, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. “You mean to tell me that... that your family owns the rights to the book 'Dracula', and the movies as well?”
“That's correct, Revy,” Seras said, “although Master told me he didn't like the way Dr. Van Helsing portrayed him in the book, as was absolutely livid about the way Bela Lagosi portrayed him in the first movie as well.”
“More specifiably Revy, Seras, my ancestor, Abraham Van Helsing, had written the book using his own notes as well as the notes of Johnathan Harker about his experiences with Alucard, using the pseudonym 'Bram Stoker'. As a consequence of that, I have been able to use the royalties from the book, movies and other media to finance the majority of the operations of the Hellsing Organization, minus the pay for the troops, which that part is done so by the government. Other expenditures, such as the household staff and expenses, the specialty armament – as well as your compensation and the Lagoon Company's for your services – come from the royalties from that book and what has been produced as a result... which is in the hundreds of millions of pounds.”
“Which would include, if I'm not mistaken, Seras and Rally's compensation,” Moria said, setting down the tray and began filling the glasses with ice. “Sir Integra, about Rally, recently, she, Becky and May have been exhibiting... well, how can I put this delicately... rather eccentric behavour.”
“Really?” Sir Integra queried.
“No shit?” Revy added. “What did they say?”
At that, Moria looked a bit evasive. In fact, she seemed a bit embarrassed. “I'm not certain how to put this. But of some of the news of the signs she recently seen, she, along with Becky and May, are convinced that Armageddon is upon us.” Hearing this, Revy didn't seem to budge at all. She was an atheist after all, so religious matters did seem to phase her much. Seras, on the contrary, took notice, ever curious about her childe's actions.
Sir Integra, however, was alarmed. “What signs did she mention?” she demanded, pressing Moria for details. “Did she read about fire in the sky... or the seas giving up their dead? Moria, I must know!”
“Well...” Moria was feeling what she perceived as a thousand eyes pressing her to reveal the fact, then sighed, and muttered, “the Detroit Lions being undefeated in four weeks of the season!”
“Huh?” both Revy and Seras said.
“What? Moria, how can this be a sign of the apocalypse?”
The brunette butler's shoulders slunk. “My opinion too, Sir Integra. But Rally seemed to be concerned about the whole thing, so she pestered me for a half hour, asking me if the Book of Revelations covered such subjects. I told her 'no', but she didn't looked convinced.”
“I don't understand this,” Bridgett observed. “How can Rally be convinced that the achievements of an American football team be a sign of the Ending of Days?”
“You have to understand where Rally came from, Bridgett,” Seras offered. “She was raised in the Chicago area, so she's a Bears fan, and the Lions are a divisional rival, not to mention a perennial cellar-dweller.” The No-Life Queen then thought for a bit, “Although I do recall they had a few good seasons the past few years. She often told that there was a few things that gave her comfort when the autumn season come around, one of them was Detroit being in last place in the N.F.L..”
“I think it's ridiculous, if you ask me,” Revy snorted. “You want a football team to root for, why not go for the Giants or Jets?”
“Well Seras happens to like Arsenal,” Moria countered indignity, “my choice is West Ham United and Bridgett's Manchester United, and you don't see me putting down their choices!”
“Ladies, please,” Sir Integra interjected, her single eye closing with what looked like a headache coming on. “Now from what I have heard, it is still early in the season, so I would not be too concerned about Rally's eccentric behaviour. Still, if this continues, we may have to contend with her concerns for a while.”
“I'll see if I can talk to her as well, Sir Integra,” Seras said. “Revy, it would benefit you if you didn't tease Rally about this.”
“Whatever you say,” the Chinese woman said, going for the door, “but I think it's fucked-up.”
Then Bridgett remembered something. “Oh, Sir Integra, Moria, my shift is up, so I think I'll be leaving you as well.” Bowing slightly, she followed Revy out the door as well.
“Well she's in a hurry,” Seras observed. “You would think she was getting ready for a date.”
“You have no idea,” Moria muttered to herself. “Sir Integra, I believe I will be starting my rounds, and since no one has touched the rum,” she picked up the tray, “I will be taking this to Miss Revy's room. I have a feeling she'll be wanting this soon, but I'll make sure her guns are unloaded in case she gets... shall we say... a bit enthusiastic in her intoxication.”
“You do that,” Sir Integra then winced, placing her hands on her temples, “and Moria?”
“Yes?”
“Could you... bring me some aspirin and some ice water?”
Moria noticed Sir Integra's distress. “Of course, Sir Integra.”
XXX
Sitting in front of the laptop, Rally cringed reading the football stats, her anxiety growing by the minute. Leaning over Rally, Becky and May also read, their unease not as great... but building. “We shouldn't be too concerned, Rally,” the information expert began. “After all, there's still fourteen weeks left in the season, not to mention a bye week.”
“Yeah,” May offered. “The Lions' last wins were from behind in the final quarter. They could still slip-up in between then.”
“I know,” the dusky vampire moaned. “It's just that... this doesn't look good. I mean... what if they make it to the playoffs? Or worse... maybe... the Super Bowl?”
The look of fear in Becky and May's faces told everything!
END
AUTHOR'S NOTES 2 – This is my apology to all the Detroit Lions fans that might be reading this. Frankly, I'm a little amused about how well the Lions are doing so well this early in the season. As for myself, I'm a Seattle Seahawks fan... and I wish they would get on the ball!
So until the next story... SEE YA!
9/11/01
FDNY-NYPD-THE REAL HEROES
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats/Black Lagoon fanfiction
By Elwin “Blaine” Coldiron
“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Geneon Universal/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and Section23/Sentai Filmworks, and “Black Lagoon”, created by Rei Hiroe and is the property of Shogakukan/Viz Media, Geneon Universal, Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.
XXX
AUTHOR'S NOTE – The events of this series are relevant to the events of the week ending October 2, 2011. If you don't know what I mean, go read your sports section under pro football to find out.
XXX
“You're certain about this?” Irene “Rally” Vincent anxiously asked Moria Farguson Hedgley. “You're positive?”
Never had the pretty butler/werewolf wanted to throttle Rally more, the dusky vampire badgering her for the third time. “I am certain,” Moria irritably sighed, her green eyes rolling up her head. “Believe me, I've gotten the Book of Revelations memorized in my head, so I'm fairly certain the events you related to me are not signs of the Ending of Days!”
Rally just stepped way, still uncertain. “Well I don't know,” she mumbled. “From what I saw in the papers, it just makes me nervous, that's all.” Seeing how her lover was beginning to get more and more irritable, she decided to make herself scarce, mumbling some excuse about going to the gun shop and work on some unfinished project.
Becky 'the Nose' Farrah, who was listening to this exchange along with 'Minnie' May Takigawa, could only look with concern as their friend left. “I wouldn't blame Rally for being worried,” the information expert remarked.
“Yeah, Becky,” the petite explosives expert added, a look of anxiety on her face, “I'm scared, too!”
“Oh not you two as well?” Moria groaned. “I mean really, it's nothing! All I'm worried about is this city getting ready for next year! The Olympics are going to show the world that London has truly recovered from Millennium's attack!”
“That is if there's a next year!” Becky added, headed for the kitchen along with May for a late night snack.
Moria could only shake her head at the absurdity of what she heard. Deciding that it might be a good idea to talk to Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing about the tale Rally told her. She was about to ascend the steps to the third floor when she saw Bridgett Healy in a darkened hallway – embracing another maid, one with shoulder-length blonde hair, from behind. “No Bridgett,” the maid moaned as the dhampir fondled her left breast with her right hand, “we might get into trouble! Besides, what will my boyfriend say if he finds out?”
Bridgett simply giggled as she whispered, “Well I did hear that he was fancying a three-way with you and another girl, Helen.” She lightly kissed her, still fondling her, then added, “I just want to make sure you have the proper experience, that's all.” All Helen did was moan again, seemingly enjoying the attention Bridgett was giving her.
At first, Moria did nothing, just watching for a while before loudly clearing her throat – which caused the two girls to jump. “Oh my goodness, M-Miss Hedgley!” Helen yelped as she tore herself away from Bridgett, straightened her uniform, stood at attention with the dhampir and added, “Now I'm going to get it!”
“You? What about me, that's my guardian!” Bridgett countered, looking as if she had her hand caught in the cookie jar.
“Now take it easy, ladies, you're not in trouble,” Moria lightly laughed. “It's just that... well, this isn't exactly the place for such behaviour to be exhibited, that's all.” Noting Helen, she discreetly looked at her watch and said, “Now you still have fifteen minutes before your shift ends, but seeing that you've completed your rounds, I will give you an early leave.”
Helen looked relieved. “Oh thank goodness, I thought I was sacked for sure!”
“Well... be fortunate that it was I that had discovered the two of you,” the brunette butler said smartly. “If it were Sir Integra that found you, I doubt the outcome would've been so kind.” All of a sudden, Helen and Bridgett looked a little sick. “But of course, I would be there to vouch for your characters. Now I suggest you run-off and...” a sly look came over her face, “get ready for the evening.”
Relieved, both Helen and Bridgett bowed slightly and began towards the stairs. “Not you, Miss Healy,” Moria said. “I need to talk to you for a bit.”
Helen and Bridgett exchanged uneasy looks at each other. “You go ahead to my room,” Bridgett finally said. “I'll be down as soon as I settle business here.” Helen didn't answer, only nodding in agreement.
As soon as Helen was out of earshot, Moria motioned Bridgett to follow her to Sir Integra's office. “I thought we had this discussion the last time I caught you seducing one of the maids in the hallways,” Moria began in a low voice. “Honestly, I believe your libido must be on a par with Rally and Seras... and with a straight girl to top it off!” But she giggled as she added, “Makes me look forward to when you turn 18, though... and I imagine Rally as well!”
“I'm... I'm sorry, Miss Hedgley,” Bridgett sullenly murmured – only to get startled by a finger Moria held-up.
“Moria,” the butler corrected with a smile. “We're alone, remember?”
“Uh... yes Moria.” Bridgett bashfully said. “Well... it's just that... well... Helen looked kind of cute... and... and she expressed a certain... curiosity about lesbian sex, so I...”
“Say no more,” Moria giggled as they approached the recently-repaired double doors of Sir Integra's office, “all I ask is that you practice a little more discretion next time around. That way, we can avoid this unpleasantness should it happen again.” She was distracted upon hearing the dumb waiter near the doors chime. “Oh, pardon me, it must be Sir Integra's tea.” Bridgett didn't reply, only silently accompanying her guardian as she opened the secured doors. “Hmm... now that's unusual, there's no tea inside.”
“Just a tray with a full ice bucket, two glasses... and a bottle of Puerto Rican amber rum,” Bridgett added. “I would wager that Revy is in the office as well.”
“Well, I say we shall find out for sure,” the butler said as she picked up the tray, while the dhampir maid opened the doors.
Sure enough, Revy was inside, laughing while Sir Integra sat at her desk, a rare, bemused look on her face. Even Seras Victoria was there, the No-Life Queen smiling as well. “Now that's the shit!” the pirate said, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. “You mean to tell me that... that your family owns the rights to the book 'Dracula', and the movies as well?”
“That's correct, Revy,” Seras said, “although Master told me he didn't like the way Dr. Van Helsing portrayed him in the book, as was absolutely livid about the way Bela Lagosi portrayed him in the first movie as well.”
“More specifiably Revy, Seras, my ancestor, Abraham Van Helsing, had written the book using his own notes as well as the notes of Johnathan Harker about his experiences with Alucard, using the pseudonym 'Bram Stoker'. As a consequence of that, I have been able to use the royalties from the book, movies and other media to finance the majority of the operations of the Hellsing Organization, minus the pay for the troops, which that part is done so by the government. Other expenditures, such as the household staff and expenses, the specialty armament – as well as your compensation and the Lagoon Company's for your services – come from the royalties from that book and what has been produced as a result... which is in the hundreds of millions of pounds.”
“Which would include, if I'm not mistaken, Seras and Rally's compensation,” Moria said, setting down the tray and began filling the glasses with ice. “Sir Integra, about Rally, recently, she, Becky and May have been exhibiting... well, how can I put this delicately... rather eccentric behavour.”
“Really?” Sir Integra queried.
“No shit?” Revy added. “What did they say?”
At that, Moria looked a bit evasive. In fact, she seemed a bit embarrassed. “I'm not certain how to put this. But of some of the news of the signs she recently seen, she, along with Becky and May, are convinced that Armageddon is upon us.” Hearing this, Revy didn't seem to budge at all. She was an atheist after all, so religious matters did seem to phase her much. Seras, on the contrary, took notice, ever curious about her childe's actions.
Sir Integra, however, was alarmed. “What signs did she mention?” she demanded, pressing Moria for details. “Did she read about fire in the sky... or the seas giving up their dead? Moria, I must know!”
“Well...” Moria was feeling what she perceived as a thousand eyes pressing her to reveal the fact, then sighed, and muttered, “the Detroit Lions being undefeated in four weeks of the season!”
“Huh?” both Revy and Seras said.
“What? Moria, how can this be a sign of the apocalypse?”
The brunette butler's shoulders slunk. “My opinion too, Sir Integra. But Rally seemed to be concerned about the whole thing, so she pestered me for a half hour, asking me if the Book of Revelations covered such subjects. I told her 'no', but she didn't looked convinced.”
“I don't understand this,” Bridgett observed. “How can Rally be convinced that the achievements of an American football team be a sign of the Ending of Days?”
“You have to understand where Rally came from, Bridgett,” Seras offered. “She was raised in the Chicago area, so she's a Bears fan, and the Lions are a divisional rival, not to mention a perennial cellar-dweller.” The No-Life Queen then thought for a bit, “Although I do recall they had a few good seasons the past few years. She often told that there was a few things that gave her comfort when the autumn season come around, one of them was Detroit being in last place in the N.F.L..”
“I think it's ridiculous, if you ask me,” Revy snorted. “You want a football team to root for, why not go for the Giants or Jets?”
“Well Seras happens to like Arsenal,” Moria countered indignity, “my choice is West Ham United and Bridgett's Manchester United, and you don't see me putting down their choices!”
“Ladies, please,” Sir Integra interjected, her single eye closing with what looked like a headache coming on. “Now from what I have heard, it is still early in the season, so I would not be too concerned about Rally's eccentric behaviour. Still, if this continues, we may have to contend with her concerns for a while.”
“I'll see if I can talk to her as well, Sir Integra,” Seras said. “Revy, it would benefit you if you didn't tease Rally about this.”
“Whatever you say,” the Chinese woman said, going for the door, “but I think it's fucked-up.”
Then Bridgett remembered something. “Oh, Sir Integra, Moria, my shift is up, so I think I'll be leaving you as well.” Bowing slightly, she followed Revy out the door as well.
“Well she's in a hurry,” Seras observed. “You would think she was getting ready for a date.”
“You have no idea,” Moria muttered to herself. “Sir Integra, I believe I will be starting my rounds, and since no one has touched the rum,” she picked up the tray, “I will be taking this to Miss Revy's room. I have a feeling she'll be wanting this soon, but I'll make sure her guns are unloaded in case she gets... shall we say... a bit enthusiastic in her intoxication.”
“You do that,” Sir Integra then winced, placing her hands on her temples, “and Moria?”
“Yes?”
“Could you... bring me some aspirin and some ice water?”
Moria noticed Sir Integra's distress. “Of course, Sir Integra.”
XXX
Sitting in front of the laptop, Rally cringed reading the football stats, her anxiety growing by the minute. Leaning over Rally, Becky and May also read, their unease not as great... but building. “We shouldn't be too concerned, Rally,” the information expert began. “After all, there's still fourteen weeks left in the season, not to mention a bye week.”
“Yeah,” May offered. “The Lions' last wins were from behind in the final quarter. They could still slip-up in between then.”
“I know,” the dusky vampire moaned. “It's just that... this doesn't look good. I mean... what if they make it to the playoffs? Or worse... maybe... the Super Bowl?”
The look of fear in Becky and May's faces told everything!
END
AUTHOR'S NOTES 2 – This is my apology to all the Detroit Lions fans that might be reading this. Frankly, I'm a little amused about how well the Lions are doing so well this early in the season. As for myself, I'm a Seattle Seahawks fan... and I wish they would get on the ball!
So until the next story... SEE YA!
9/11/01
FDNY-NYPD-THE REAL HEROES