Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Night Angels - Omakes ❯ A Halloween Stroll ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: BiggKwell 
Rally, Seras and Moria stroll the streets of London, looking for a FREAK killing Halloween revelers - and Rally stews over seeing what some of them are dressed as!
Anime/Manga: Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Mystery / Occult / Angst / Shoujo | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 11.12.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 289 | Status: Work In Progress
Rally, Seras and Moria stroll the streets of London, looking for a FREAK killing Halloween revelers - and Rally stews over seeing what some of them are dressed as!
Anime/Manga: Gunsmith Cats Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Mystery / Occult / Angst / Shoujo | Type: Shoujo-ai | Uploaded On: 11.12.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 289 | Status: Work In Progress
Night Angels Omakes – A Halloween Stroll
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats fanfiction
By Elwin “” Coldiron – bigkwell@gmail.com, bigkwell@hotmail.com, and bigkwell@netscape.com
“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Rondo Robe/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre Company. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and ADV Films. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.
Hellsing/Gunsmith Cats fanfiction
By Elwin “” Coldiron – bigkwell@gmail.com, bigkwell@hotmail.com, and bigkwell@netscape.com
“Hellsing” and characters are created by Kohta Hirano, and is the property of Shounen Gahousha/Dark Horse Comics, Rondo Robe/Wild Geese/Satelight/Madhouse Studios, and FUNimation Entertainment, a Navarre Company. “Gunsmith Cats” and characters are created by Kenichi Sonoda, and is the property of Kodansha/Dark Horse Comics, Vap/Tokyo Broadcasting, and ADV Films. I do not own neither series, nor the characters. I just write the fiction.
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LONDON, PICCADILLY CIRCUS, ALL HALLOW’S EVE…
All around the historic landmark of the city, there was an atmosphere of festivity. Citizens in all sorts of costumes milled about, either visiting their favorite haunts, or taking in a street show by one of the vagabond performers there. Yet with all the frivolity around them, it couldn’t do anything to staunch Irene “Rally” Vincent’s sour mood. “I’m beginning to have an idea why Alucard doesn’t like this holiday much,” she groused.
“Oh not again?” Moria Hedgley sighed, walking alongside Rally as well as Seras Victoria. All three women were not dressed in their usual Hellsing regalia, instead dressed in street clothes; Moria wearing jeans, a frilly blouse as well as a denim jacket, Seras with a black top and shorts with spiked collar and spiked bracelets around her wrists and ankles, and Rally in her usual leather jacket, jeans and white turtleneck, sans Hellsing patches. “Rally, you’ve been complaing ever since we’ve left the mansion.”
“Yes, please try to enjoy yourself,” the Draculina added.
“I’m trying, Master, but wherever I look tonight, I can’t help but feel offended!” Rally indicated to the various people in costumes – some of them dressed like campy vampires from cheap 1930’s melodramas. “When I was a kid, I used to enjoy seeing all this. But now that I’m a vampire, everytime I see a bunch of cheap Dracula wannabees, all I want to do is to strangle whoever’s wearing it!”
“Rally Vincent, you are being immature!” Moria scolded, walking in front of the dusky vampire. “I realize how you feel, but you have no right to dictate how these people choose to entertain themselves!” She then took a breath and added, “This is only once a year, so try to be more tolerant. After all, I find all this quite amusing.”
Rally didn’t say anything, instead pointing over Moria’s shoulder. Curious, the young maid turned in the direction her friend/lover was indicating – and nearly choked on her words! Standing in a group were two men dressed as cheesy werewolves, ala Lon Chaney. It was all that the young woman/werewolf could do to keep her blood from boiling. “A-hem… well,” Moria began, still feeling flustered, “there, of course, is no accounting for taste, but there’s… er… no reason to kill anyone.” Seras couldn’t help but to giggle at the sight.
“All the same,” Rally added, “there’s still business to take care of tonight. There was a few killings around here the past week, all of them possibly FREAK involved. It’s dollars-to-doughnuts that creep will try to use the holiday for his hunts.”
“Agreed,” Seras said, nodding. “We have to keep our eyes open if we’re to find him… or her.”
“But where?” Moria added. “The streets are so crowded, there’s no telling where the FREAK is.”
All of a sudden, Rally’s eyes widened, then she looked towards a side street. “Maybe we don’t have to,” she said.
“I take it you’ve found him,” the maid said, noticing Rally’s reaction.
Rally nodded in agreement. “From what I can tell, he’s very hungry.”
“Then we better make sure he goes away unappeased,” Seras said, her face grim. “Moria, you still have your gun?”
“In my organizer,” the maid said, patting the bag she had slung over her shoulder.
“Good. Rally, you take up the point,” the Draculina said. “We’ll follow behind.”
“Gotcha, Master.” The three soon took-off into the side street, avoiding as many of the revelers as they could.
All around the historic landmark of the city, there was an atmosphere of festivity. Citizens in all sorts of costumes milled about, either visiting their favorite haunts, or taking in a street show by one of the vagabond performers there. Yet with all the frivolity around them, it couldn’t do anything to staunch Irene “Rally” Vincent’s sour mood. “I’m beginning to have an idea why Alucard doesn’t like this holiday much,” she groused.
“Oh not again?” Moria Hedgley sighed, walking alongside Rally as well as Seras Victoria. All three women were not dressed in their usual Hellsing regalia, instead dressed in street clothes; Moria wearing jeans, a frilly blouse as well as a denim jacket, Seras with a black top and shorts with spiked collar and spiked bracelets around her wrists and ankles, and Rally in her usual leather jacket, jeans and white turtleneck, sans Hellsing patches. “Rally, you’ve been complaing ever since we’ve left the mansion.”
“Yes, please try to enjoy yourself,” the Draculina added.
“I’m trying, Master, but wherever I look tonight, I can’t help but feel offended!” Rally indicated to the various people in costumes – some of them dressed like campy vampires from cheap 1930’s melodramas. “When I was a kid, I used to enjoy seeing all this. But now that I’m a vampire, everytime I see a bunch of cheap Dracula wannabees, all I want to do is to strangle whoever’s wearing it!”
“Rally Vincent, you are being immature!” Moria scolded, walking in front of the dusky vampire. “I realize how you feel, but you have no right to dictate how these people choose to entertain themselves!” She then took a breath and added, “This is only once a year, so try to be more tolerant. After all, I find all this quite amusing.”
Rally didn’t say anything, instead pointing over Moria’s shoulder. Curious, the young maid turned in the direction her friend/lover was indicating – and nearly choked on her words! Standing in a group were two men dressed as cheesy werewolves, ala Lon Chaney. It was all that the young woman/werewolf could do to keep her blood from boiling. “A-hem… well,” Moria began, still feeling flustered, “there, of course, is no accounting for taste, but there’s… er… no reason to kill anyone.” Seras couldn’t help but to giggle at the sight.
“All the same,” Rally added, “there’s still business to take care of tonight. There was a few killings around here the past week, all of them possibly FREAK involved. It’s dollars-to-doughnuts that creep will try to use the holiday for his hunts.”
“Agreed,” Seras said, nodding. “We have to keep our eyes open if we’re to find him… or her.”
“But where?” Moria added. “The streets are so crowded, there’s no telling where the FREAK is.”
All of a sudden, Rally’s eyes widened, then she looked towards a side street. “Maybe we don’t have to,” she said.
“I take it you’ve found him,” the maid said, noticing Rally’s reaction.
Rally nodded in agreement. “From what I can tell, he’s very hungry.”
“Then we better make sure he goes away unappeased,” Seras said, her face grim. “Moria, you still have your gun?”
“In my organizer,” the maid said, patting the bag she had slung over her shoulder.
“Good. Rally, you take up the point,” the Draculina said. “We’ll follow behind.”
“Gotcha, Master.” The three soon took-off into the side street, avoiding as many of the revelers as they could.
XXX
“Oi c’mon!” the young lady, dressed like a zombie, moaned. “Y’ said w’ were goin’ to a party, but w’ve been doin’ nothin’ but walk around aimlessly!”“Don’t worry, I’ve said it would be a distance, so stop bitchin’!” a young man in a clown outfit complained. For the past five minutes, he had led the young woman in what appeared to be a random excursion around Piccadilly Circus but not settling upon a final location. Finally getting his bearings, he motioned her to one of the side streets, one that was deserted. “Okay, w’re ‘ere!”
Almost immedietly, the girl was disappointed. “Wot do you mean w’re here? This is just a blind alley, there’s nobody ‘ere! W’ere’s th’ party?”
“Oh it’s ‘ere, love… an’ you’re th’ party!” Quickly, the girl turned around to discover her date was grinning at her with sharpened fangs! She tried to scream, only to have her mouth gagged by the FREAK’s hand. “Jus’ shut y’r gob an’ it’ll be over very quick, bitch!” With that, he quickly leaned over to bite her throat – only to have someone tap his shoulder. “Okay, y’ better ‘ave…” but his complaint was cut-off when his collar got grabbed and he got thrown across the alley. As soon as he recovered, though, he saw three women, all armed, coming after him. Rather than take his chances, he decided to take off deeper into the alleys.
“He’s headed into the back streets!” Seras called-out, making pursuit with Moria following close behind her.
“You guys follow him!” Rally added, “I’ll take care of the little problem he’s left!” As soon as the two depart, the dusky vampire then hoists the intended victim to her feet.
“OH GOD!?!?” the girl gasped, seeing Rally’s glowing red eyes. “PLEASE, I DON’T WANT TO DIE!!! PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!!!”
“Calm down, willya?” Rally then stared intently into the girl’s eyes. “Now here’s what I want you to do… this has been an exhausting night. Why don’t you go home and go to sleep?”
Abruptly, the girl quieted down, looking sleepily into Rally’s eyes. “Come t’ think of it,” she said drowsily, “I am feeling a bit shagged-out.”
“That’s right,” Rally added. “You’re going to go home, go to sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, you’re not going to remember anything that happened tonight. Understand?” The girl nodded. “Good. And if you do remember anything, it’ll be nothing but a bad dream. Now why don’t you take off.” Releasing her, the dusky vampire smiled with satisfaction as the girl slowly left the alley. “Okay, now for the hard part.” Rally then took of in the direction her friends/lovers went.
XXX
The FREAK, in the meantime, found himself in a dead-end alley. Cornered, he turned to face his assailants, Moria already transformed into her semi-human form. “Y’ miserable bitches!” he snarled. “I was about to ‘ave m’ lunch and y’ spoiled it!”“It was fortunate we did,” Moria snarled back, her clawed hands raised in preparation for attack. “Loathsome sods like you deserve what you give out!” She then charged, slashing at the artificial vampire with reckless abandon. For the better part of thirty seconds, the two clashed, slashing and parrying in turn, until the FREAK found an opening and charged to Moria’s side, avoiding her claws in the process… only to get stopped by shots from Seras’ silenced pistol.
“Tough luck, you bastard!” the Draculina growled as she discharged her gun until the clip was empty. Taking advantage of the FREAK’s staggering, Seras lunged forward, plunging her right arm into his chest, piercing his heart. The fake vampire gurgled for a bit before his body exploded into a bloody cloud, with the two women moving to avoid it.
“Hey, didn’t you save any for me?” Rally called-out in a disappointed tone from behind, racing to meet the two.
“Sorry, love,” Seras replied. “He was about to get away and had to act fast.”
“I really should take better care not to let more of those FREAKs pass me the way he did,” Moria added, reverting to her purely human form.
“Don’t let it throw you too much,” Rally chirped, embracing Moria from behind. “At least I took care of his potential victim. Hopefully, if she remembers anything from tonight, it’ll just look as if it was a bad dream.” The three then left the alley and rejoined the revelry on the main streets. “Well, at least we can tell Integra we got to that FREAK before he caused any more harm.”
“Yes,” Seras agreed. “We better let her know the problem’s dealt with.”
While Seras was making the call to the Hellsing mansion, Moria sided-up to Rally and said, “So, what will we do now, with the FREAK taken care of?”
Rally was about to answer when she felt a tapping from behind her. Turning around, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw a short man, made up as a movie vampire, leer at her and asked, “‘Ey baby… wanna neck?”
All too late, Seras realized what had happened. “Now Rally, please calm down!” she called-out.
“Yes, this is no time to get upset!” Moria begged.
The man could only scratch his head, wondering why they would say such things. He didn’t see Rally, who was turned around and had a furious look on her face, as well as her eyes glowing.
XXX
A few seconds later, Moria was trying to keep up with a thoroughly-incensed Rally. “I don’t believe you!” she exclaimed. “How can you act like the way you did?”
“I wouldn’t try to reason with her if I were you,” Seras added, also trying to keep up. “If you ask me, that wanker had it coming!” Moria, however, was still complaing, all the while trying to match Rally’s accelerated pace.
In the meantime, the man was recovering from having been shoved head-first into a trash receptacle. “Oi… wot ‘appened?” he asked… just before an overly-drunk man stumbled over and threw up in the can.
AUTHOR’S NOTE – Hopefully, this is the first of several short fictions which is not set in the usual plot lines of ‘Night Angels’. Not exactly the best start, but hopefully I’ll improve on future fics. I would welcome betas with any ideas.
If you have any ideas on what you would like for me to write about, drop me a line.
9/11/01
FDNY-NYPD-THE REAL HEROES
“I wouldn’t try to reason with her if I were you,” Seras added, also trying to keep up. “If you ask me, that wanker had it coming!” Moria, however, was still complaing, all the while trying to match Rally’s accelerated pace.
In the meantime, the man was recovering from having been shoved head-first into a trash receptacle. “Oi… wot ‘appened?” he asked… just before an overly-drunk man stumbled over and threw up in the can.
AUTHOR’S NOTE – Hopefully, this is the first of several short fictions which is not set in the usual plot lines of ‘Night Angels’. Not exactly the best start, but hopefully I’ll improve on future fics. I would welcome betas with any ideas.
If you have any ideas on what you would like for me to write about, drop me a line.
9/11/01
FDNY-NYPD-THE REAL HEROES