Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing with Devils ❯ Hospital Sheets ( Chapter 2 )

Dancing with Devils

Disclaimer: In the one titled "Legal Junk".

"Meh." - speech

`Meh.' - thought

(OOO) - scene change

Chapter 2 - Hospital Sheets

"What happened?" The strawberry-blonde vampire stepped out of the trees, covered in bits and pieces of ghoul but looking none the worse for wear, and noted the bleeding girl in her commander's arms.

"Alucard, we need to get back to base at once. She's already blacked out." She paid no attention to the question from Seras. "Victoria, grab her bag, take the car back, and send someone to clean this mess up."

Seras nodded and scooped up the rucksack with one hand, the weight not an issue to the fledgling immortal. She slowed, sparing a small glance at the Alucard and Sir Integra who were still standing there unmoving. The smell of warm blood drifted over to her on the breeze, tantalizing and fresh and oh-so-tempting. She hurried away.

"Alucard, she needs to get to the infirmary." Integra ordered.

The elder vampire held up his hand. He prodded the wound with a gloved finger and brought it to his mouth, licking off the blood and showing off his obscenely long tongue along with how he could wrap the appendage around his finger. His grin widen at his master's expression of mild disgust. "If she dies, may I eat her?" His glove was still a pristine white; the bindings on them glowed faintly before turning back to black.

"Alucard, if she dies, it will be your fault and you will be punished appropriately." Granted that wasn't the most disgusting thing the vampire did her presence; it had to be one of the odder ones.

"May I turn her then?" He leaned down, putting his face near the wound and inhaled deeply.

If she had a free hand, she would've shoved his face away. She settled for sneer at her vampire. "Now, Alucard." Her voice took on a warning tone; she wasn't in the mood for his games with an armful of bleeding girl.

Alucard mock-pouted. "You're no fun, Master." Red-eyed, blinking shadows enveloped the both of them and dissolved into the night. A thin tendril of darkness reappeared, seized the abandoned sword, and disappeared with the weapon.

(OOO)

The doctor looked at the clipboard hanging off the foot of the hospital bed. "You're a lucky one, kid. Sir Hellsing doesn't normally give people private rooms, but then again, we don't have many females in the ward either." He smiled down at the girl. The id had been fished out of his patient's bag while the bullets were removed and she was being sewn up. She hadn't lost too much blood, so he figured she had passed out from shock and exhaustion. "Kitsuko Kuragari, eh?" The girl lying on the bed didn't respond; all those meds from yesterday still kept her quite sedated and he didn't expect her to up for hours yet, especially since they also had to medicate her again for thrashing.

"Dr. Trevellian?"

The doctor turned. "Yes, Sir Hellsing?"

"Any change?" She hadn't been in to check on the condition of the girl since Alucard brought them in last night.

"None at all; she's resting peacefully now." He replaced the clipboard to the holder at the foot of the bed. "If you'll excuse me." Nodded to her, he stepped out of the room, leaving the Hellsing alone.

Integra stared down at the girl as if she had the answers written on her face. She didn't seem to be associated with Iscariot, but one could never be for sure. After all, some reports mentioned a Japanese nun that also wielded a sword, mowing down heretics that opposed the Catholic Church.

"Ah, Sir Integra?" Walter knocked twice before opening the door.

"Have you found any information on her?" She didn't turn to address him, her gaze still intent on the slumbering female.

"Yes, it was quite easy to acquire her public records." He glanced over the abbreviated history he held in his hands. "Her mother died in childbirth and she was raised by her maternal uncle. She began formal schooling a year early and currently holds Bachelors' Degrees in Psychology and Computer Science. For a good part of the previous year, she was living in Japan with family."

"Her weapon?"

"That type of blade is known as a no-daichi, the "horse-killing" sword. The swordsmith's mark at the hilt is Yamamoto Matsuko, her maternal grandfather. He's reputed to forge some of the best bladed weapons in this century."

While a giant sword was certainly an odd weapon, it didn't compare to the other one found in her bag. "I meant those silver claws." Integra slipped a cigarillo into her mouth but didn't light it. This girl was different; perhaps a modern-day vampire hunter?

"It bears no maker's mark and no information came up on the database." Walter cast a glance at the wardrobe where the affects had been placed. The Hellsing held out her hand for the information and he quickly passed it to her.

"It doesn't say anything about her business in Japan." She scanned through the information quickly. "Nor how she acquired such unusual weaponry."

"Yes, our source there didn't turn up any information other than she was living with her relatives in Hakodate. The sword is assumed to be a gift from her grandfather."

"I suppose we shall just have to ask her when she wakes then."

A timely groan came from the occupant of the bed. "Did anyone get the plates of the truck that hit me?"

(OOO)

A/N: Hm. A little short.

Other miscellaneous things: A Japanese no-daichi is really just a giant katana, usually of poorer make than katanas. Oh, and it's about 6 feet long, give or take a few inches.

Forgive a poor writer for her mistakes.

-MindKore