Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness and Light ❯ Chapter 2: Past and Present ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 2: Past and Present
 
In a damply lit office, a man leans back in his chair as he reviews the day's reports. He was an younger man, probably in his 20's or 30's with refined blonde hair. He was wearing a dark green business suit, his hands covered by white gloves that conformed to the shape of his hands. His hazel eyes shone through from behind his glasses as he scanned the report before him. A frown of annoyance covered his face as he tossed the report on his desk what seemed like disgust.
The man was so absorbed in his reading that he jumped when he heard a voice. “Up so late Lord Hellsing?” Came a somewhat amused voice. The man spun around in his chair to meet the speaker, his face contorted in annoyance.
“Do you really need to scare the hell out of me every time you come in here Victoria?” He asked, placing the report down on his desk as he stared at the young woman. He then paused for a moment, realizing that, another person had come into the room. “How the hell did you get in here without me noticing anyways?” He asked, then he closed his eyes and grabbed his head in annoyance, as if realizing who he was talking to. “Wait, never mind. Don't answer that.”
Seras let out a small laugh and then sat on the desk of the man. “So what's keeping you here so late? I doubt that your doing this because you want to.” She asked in amusement. She swung her legs back and forth as she awaited her answer, knowing full well that the other occupant was glaring at her in contempt.
The man turned in his chair to look out his window and said nothing at first. He then stated, “The Vatican is moving.” This caused Seras to raise an eyebrow, as if asking the man to go on. He sighed, knowing how she would react to a statement. “Its unknown what their purpose is, but it's a deployment of a number of their specialists. It seems they're being placed all around England and the rest of Eastern Europe.”
Victoria scoffed, “Those… `boys' are no where near the level of Iscariots that were around when I was a fledgling.”
He turned to her and twisted his lips into a thin smile. “Does your pride as a true vampire force you to say that?”
“Watch your tone Lord Hellsing. We've been done this path before, I don't recommend restarting this argument.” She said quickly, her voice ice cold as she glared at the man.
The man merely chuckled at her anger and let his smile fade afterwards. The man stood and walked over to the window and placed his hand on the window. “Regardless, it's a new development.” He then paused for a moment. “What are your thoughts on this?”
Seras chuckled to herself, Oh Sir Integra, if you could see what your descendants have become. Asking one of those they are sworn to destroy how to act. “So the great Lord William Hellsing asks a lowly bloodsucker for her opinion on how to deal with the Catholics?”
The man shot her a glare and retorted, “Enough of the sarcasm Draculina.”
Seras laughed at the man's name for her and then smiled in amusement as she stared at the ceiling. “In all honesty, there's no harm from them being around. It might make our job easier. They may hate protestants but they won't attack normal humans.”
The man frowned and scratched his head. “I'm more concerned with them setting up a power base here in England. It could prove troublesome to our work if that takes place.”
Seras laughed at his concern. “Sir, they've had a power base in this country for over a hundred years. We've just never noticed it. I guarantee you its there already.”
The man scoffed at her confidence, “So you think they started setting a power base during Hellsing's…`off-time'?” He asked, looking back out the window, his hands interlocked behind his back.
Seras shrugged again and picked up the file that the man was looking at before. She smiled in amusement as she changed the subject, “I see you were doing some research on me. You know, it would be faster just to ask me.” She remarked as she looked through the report. She noticed the cringe of the leader of the Hellsing Institution but she said nothing other than toss a small smile his way, causing him to cringe yet again.
The report contained two photographs on the front page, held on by a paper clip. The first was a current picture of Seras, standing over a fallen vampire with her pistol drawn. The blue trench coat was blowing in the wind behind her and a smile was plastered on Seras' face in the picture. “That's a good picture. I wonder how you got it.” She remarked as she removed it from the file and placed it on the desk. The second picture was somewhat withered away and starting to fall apart. It was one of her before she had been turned. Seras laughed at the innocent expression in her younger self, her blue eyes and blond hair being the most prevalent features. She also found the D11 uniform particularly amusing, trying to think back to the first time she had worn those rags. Seras unconsciously grabbed some of her brown hair with her free hand and smiled to herself. She looked up from the report to Lord Hellsing and asked, “So did you find what you were looking for?”
The man ignored the question and turned back to the window, his face betraying his annoyance. This caused the female vampire to laugh to herself as she placed the report down on the table. She continued to swing her legs in the air as she waited for an answer. Finally, after a long silence, Lord Hellsing asked, “I heard you participated in the infiltration earlier tonight.” He tone was tired, and somewhat cold.
Seras shrugged. “I was hunting in the area when I saw them go in. I figured I'd give them a hand since they had taken my targets.”
The man chuckled a small bit at her comment. His laugh was more of disdain and sarcasm than actual amusement though. “Search and Destroy eh?” He then turned to her, “How much trouble was it?”
Seras looked at him with a expression of disbelief, “Come now Lord Hellsing, I would assume by now you would know I could take out scum of that level without even breaking a sweat.” She jumped off of the desk and smoothed out the creases in her coat before walking over to the window to stare out it. “The idiot was thinking more about getting into my pants than defending himself against me, at least untill I threw him through a wall.” The man laughed openly at her comment and allowed a smile to grace his features. Seras smiled as well, turning around from the window and walking over to the desk to look at the pictures of her.
Her smile faded as something came to mind. The young Lieutenant who had led the charge into the building had sensed the vampire. He had sensed her too, but Seras doubted he even realized what he had done. “Who was that survivor of the infiltration unit that attacked?” She asked, her voice betraying her curiosity.
“Why do you want to know?” The man countered. He tone reeked of suspicion and caution. She shrugged and began walking away.
“No particular reason. I have a hunch about him. Its not really all that important.” She was about to leave when she heard the man behind her shuffling through papers.
“Lieutenant Thomas Griphten. He's a relatively new squad leader, recently promoted. Apparently the sole survivor of tonight's raid as well, how lucky is he?” The man looked up to see the woman looking over her shoulder. “What's so special about him that you'd want to know about him?” He asked.
Seras smiled, “I think he's cute.” She said in an amused voice. She saw the man's face turning red and began to laugh openly. “Just kidding, just kidding. The boy has raised my curiosity.” She said coldly, as if forming a plan in her head.
The man's face changed from red to a point where it seemed like shadows were covering his whole face. “I won't let you turn him into a blood sucker if that's what your asking.”
Seras Victoria's expression dropped when she heard those words. She let out a sarcastic laugh and replied in jest, “Let? I'm sorry but you seemed to have forgotten that you really can't stop me.” She remarked, as if amused by the man's words. She blinked for a moment then took a deep breath.“Fear not Lord Hellsing, I have no need for a servant vampire.”
The man looked at her in a mixture of anger and disbelief, “So you feel more than willing to turn on your master at any point?” He asked.
Seras looked at the man with a cold expression, “Hate to break this to you Lord Hellsing, but you aren't my master. I have no master. I get paid like everyone other soldier that works for you.” She said slowly and calmly. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to recompose herself. She opened her eyes and let out a small smile. “Don't worry about it, I don't plan on turning him. I'm just thinking he might have a gift.” She then turned around and began to leave.
“Where are you going?” Lord Hellsing demanded, his anger gone and more shocked than anything else.
“Hunting. Go home and see your daughter sir.” She said as she disappeared into the shadows. The man watched her vanish and shook his head as he sat back down at his desk. He reached for a picture that sat framed on his desk. He smiled as he looked at it and placed his hand over the frame gently. Inside was a picture of himself and a small girl, probably around the age of four or five years old with a large smile on her face. Maybe the blood sucker girl is right. The man replaced his picture on his desk and then walked out of the room, a small smile on his face.
 
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"We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory."
 
Seras relaxed upon the top of Hellsing manor, contemplating the events of that night. Her legs swung out over the edge of the roof of the illustrious manor, dangling freely in the wind. So division thirteen is moving. The Iscariots wouldn't dare invade our territory without a specific cause. The Hellsing Institution may be the weakest its been in one hundred and thirty years but we've never really been forced into a true confrontation with them over territory. She let out a loud sigh as she stared at the full moon, taking a moment to bask in the beauty of it. Then again, my second real mission with Alucard became a battle over territory. She shuddered at the memory of multiple holy blades stabbed through her throat and chest. Unconsciously she gently rubbed her neck; she could still tell where the blade had slid through her throat.
She took that moment to also reflect on the current standing of the Hellsing Institution. The current leader was an arrogant and pompous man, not really capable of the title he carried. He had been forced to take it at too young an age it seemed, and unlike the earlier leaders of Hellsing, he had not been prepared for it. In fact he didn't even know that vampires existed until he met Victoria. Apparently that had been a rude awakening to the boy, as well as the vampire herself. Seras laughed to remembering the first time she had shown the boy what a vampire could do. She was later told by his caretakers that the boy had nightmares for several weeks as a result.
Quite frankly, Seras detested the current leadership of Hellsing. The man seemed more concerned with matters of politics constantly than the actual disposal of non-humans. The man also distrusted her, which is to be understood considering where Seras' loyalty lay. She openly told the man on many occasions that she only obeyed his orders when she felt like it. He's nothing like Sir Integra, more like a spoiled brat than anything else. He will break if he ever has to deal with a situation like Sir Integra had to when the Hellsing Manor was attacked by the Valentine brothers. He just doesn't have the fortitude to run the Hellsing institution the way it needs to be run. Seras let out a loud sigh as the wind picked up and rustled her hair. She spoke out loud to herself, not really caring if anyone was actually there to hear her even though she knew the roof was vacant. “Master Alucard, what would you think of the Hellsing Institution now?” At the thought of her former master, her mind went drifting back. One hundred and thirty years ago to that fateful night.
Alucard stood on top of the majestic clock tower with his companion and stared down at the city. “Seras, you know what tomorrow night is and what will happen, don't you?”
Seras merely nodded, her blond hair being tossed by the cold wind. “Sir Integra is going to be released from confinement.” She responded, staring down at the city that was lit up in the night.
Alucard nodded then added. “She has orders to seal me as soon as she returns to Hellsing Manor.”
Seras looked to Alucard, “Master?” She asked, not sure if she had heard him correctly. A worried expression crossed her face.
“Seras, I'm not your master anymore. When you drank my blood, the bond of master and servant was broken. You know that. You are now a true member of my blood kin.” He said with a hint of amusement and smile on his face.
Seras nodded and turned back to the city. “I still accept you as my master. I have nothing but respect for you Alucard.”
Alucard laughed at the praise he was receiving from his former ward. “Well, the reason I have been training you these last two years was in preparation for what was to come.” He stated, taking his yellow sunglasses off. His red eyes still glared down at the city of London, almost with a hint of amusement. He turned his head to Seras and said, “You are now the trump card of the Hellsing organization.”
Seras didn't know how to respond to that statement so she remained silent, brooding over the concept. Alucard merely chuckled at her silence and continued. “The institution is going to be very weak for a long time. For now Seras, I entrust the safety of the Hellsing family to you.”
Seras turned her head to her master, “Is that your wish master?”
He turned to face her and locked his gaze with hers. There was a long silence as the cold wind continued to blow around them. “Consider it as a request. Do me this favor Seras Victoria.”
Seras smiled at the elder vampire and closed her eyes and kneeled on one knee before the vampire. She bowed and lowered her head as she said, “I understand my master. I will assist the Hellsing family as long as it is necessary.”
Seras snapped out of her memories as that last moment remained in her mind. She smiled at the last memory she had of her master. She reached into her coat and withdrew two rather large handguns. She smiled with pride as she stared at the Cassul and Jackal, the twin pistols that her master had used in his services to the Hellsing family. She grinned as she reloaded the two guns from earlier that night and replaced the two guns in her coat as she stood up. “Well that's enough reminiscing for one night, and the night is still young” She said aloud as she vanished into the darkness. All that remained to ever prove that someone was there were a few scuff marks from a pair of boots.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
~DeathLover~