Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness and Light ❯ Chapter Six: Section Thirteen Appears ( Chapter 7 )

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

Chapter Six: Section Thirteen Appears

& nbsp; Within a small office building on the outskirts of the city of London, a man in a brown suit walked in, a small briefcase in his hand. He smiled to the elderly guard as he walked by him, towards the elevators on the far side of the room. He entered, pushing the button for the eleventh floor and waited as the door slowly closes. Within minutes, he found himself walking into a row of cubicles, seeing many other workers packing up for the night. One of them approached him and said jokingly, “Hey man, I guess its time for your shift.”

& nbsp; The man in the brown chuckled looked into the man's eyes with his own red ones. “You know what they say, no rest for the wicked. Somebody has to do the late shifts here, or are you volunteering.” He said playfully.

& nbsp; The man shook his head and laughed as he pat the man on the shoulder as he walked by. “Good sir, the graveyard shift is all yours my friend.” He flicked the man's small ponytail nub as he walked by, commenting about the man's hairstyle. The figure in the brown suit continued to an office room in the far corner and locked the door behind him. He breathed out and clenching his right hand into a fist while gritting his teeth in order to keep from punching through the wall. I can't stand humans. He then let out a deep breath and sat down at the desk in the middle of the room. He drew a small key from his pocket, unlocked one of the desk drawers and pulled out a small device. Within a few moments, he connected the line and raised the receiver to his ear. “Lorenz here.”

& nbsp; A cracked voice came through the other end, the voice obviously being distorted. “Was the information of any use?”

& nbsp; Lorenz grinned to himself and replied back, “Yes, it will be most useful. Fear not, the funds have been transferred into the account. There are no problems.”

& nbsp; The voice remained unconvinced, “Are you sure? That was a risky move, William Hellsing is not a stupid man. I've put myself in great risk here Lorenz.”

& nbsp; Lorenz grit his teeth together again and paused to collect himself, “My master understands that, you will be rewarded.” There was a long pause from the other end until Lorenz said, “The new versions of the freak chips are working as planned, however they are still not yet perfect.”

& nbsp; “What would you have me do?”

& nbsp; Lorenz shrugged to himself, fully aware that the person on the other end of the line couldn't see him. “Speed up the process. The Vatican is starting to move, we need those things perfected before we can truly act.”

& nbsp; “Impossible. The area is far too well watched, Hellsing would notice us. I dare not take such a risk.”

& nbsp; Lorenz almost crushed the receiver in his hand as he thought to himself, Foolish human. You play with powers your puny mind cannot comprehend and you fear being discovered now? “Irrelevant. It will be taken care of.”

& nbsp; There was another long pause before the voice answered. “I will see what I can do, but you will need to keep Hellsing occupied. Turn the eyes of that group away from my people and I will see what I can do. Tell your master I will not stay on board of a sinking ship.”

& nbsp; Lorenz smiled to himself. The fool honestly thinks he holds ground over us. Oh well, if he betrays us it merely comes down to us killing him before he can do any damage. “I will pass along your message but you should watch your tone human. My master can find another to aid us.” Lorenz then killed the connection before leaning back in his chair. He strokes his chin in deep thought. The human does have a point though. Hellsing is too focused right now, any change in the general movement of freaks and they will notice. The Vatican as well, though they remain the enemy unseen. He then smiled to himself as he walked out of the room, Though in the end, William Hellsing is mortal, thus he has a weakness. That will be exploited. That thought stayed in his mind as he left the building.

& nbsp; It would be found the next day that there was no trace existed of Lorenz, either on the video cameras nor in anyone's mind.

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& nbsp; Seras stood on top of an overlooking building in the central area of the city. The bustle of the city lights and movements of the traffic calmed her in a way she didn't really understand. Probably because it appears to be so normal, peaceful. Seras knew better though. Beneath the bright lights and activity of the city, she knew of the dark forces that stirred beyond the notice of the normal citizens. Something is coming, this is the calm before the storm. Her eyes narrowed at the dark thoughts and she went to move away.

& nbsp; She grabbed her forehead once again in mild pain. Damn headaches are coming back. I think I better take the night off for now, at least until this damn headache fades. It had been two weeks since the last infiltration she had assisted with and that was the point that she could trace the headaches beginning from. She began walking towards one side of the building's roof and slowly turned into a series of bats. The bats dropped over the side of the building, falling nearly fifteen stories before swooping up before the ground and coming back together, forming the shape of the woman. She brushed some dust of her blue coat and walked out of the alley, a small and amused grin on her face. She pulled a pair of dark purple sunglasses with circular frames out from her pocket and placed them over her eyes before continuing her walk down the crowded street. A small smile crossed her features as she found herself thinking, It's a good evening.

& nbsp; Suddenly a cry from up the street caused Seras to direct her attention to a woman screaming. A man was running away from her carrying a small bag, his face knit into an expression of concentration as he ran down the street, dashing in between pedestrians. “Help, he stole my purse!” The woman yelled, pointing to the retreating man. Seras saw the man running towards her and stopped walking. Without even realizing it, as the man passed by her, she stuck her arm out. The man's body stopped all forward movement as he hit her arm. Well, to be more precise, the upper portion of the man's body ceased all forward movement as his legs kept going. This instant action causing the man's legs to somehow slip up into the air as his torso felt to the ground and he landed on his back, his head landing against the pavement. Seras withdrew her arm and stared at it in confusion. When did I do that? She blinked once again at the thought, opening a pair of new ones to her. Why did I do that? It's not like me to meddle in such an affair. She then grabbed her head lightly again and winced in slight pain. This again? What the hell is wrong with me?

& nbsp; During this whole internal monologue, the woman who the man had stolen the bag from came over and grabbed her purse back. She looked up to the brown haired woman and said, “Thank you.”

& nbsp; Seras looked to the woman in confusion, breaking out of her thoughts. “Huh?”

& nbsp; The woman gave her a strange look and then ventured, “You stopped the thief. Thank you.”

& nbsp; Seras, somehow realizing the situation, scratched the back of her head in confusion. “Ah, you're welcome…I guess.” Seras stopped scratched her head as the man started to stumble to his feet, wondering what the hell had hit him. He eyed the woman's purse again as he stood up and grabbed as he rose and bolted away again. Seras looked at the woman, annoyance prevalent on her face, “You're not too quick are you?” The woman didn't respond as she began to yell again to stop the thief. Seras sighed bent over and picked up a small rock off the ground. She watched the man running away, as most of the crowd seemed to part for him as he ran. She tossed the small rock into the air a little, grabbed it in mid air, brought her arm back and then threw the rock in such a way that would make a baseball pitcher envy. The rock hit the man in the back of the head, knocking him to the ground. She frowned when she saw the woman running after the downed crook and hoped that she hadn't used too much strength. She then turned away and continued her evening walk, her headache still pounding in the back of her mind.

& nbsp; A few hours later Seras found herself sitting at a small club in downtown London . Behind her she could hear the pulse pounding beats of very fast past trance music and she idly tapped her left foot against the ground to the beat. People were filling up tables and the dance floor, with the presence of strobe lights and fog machines working in time with the music. She was sitting at the bar, resting her chin against the surface as she idly twirled her drink in its glass. The seats next to her were empty, as if no one could be around her. That sounds about right, besides what human would willingly associate with a monster? Seras frowned at that thought and realized that no one was sitting next to her because she didn't want anyone to. She had already rejected two advances from young men, telling one off quite plainly. She grabbed her head as she silently hoped that the man's wrist wasn't broken. What's wrong with me. That's two nights in a row. I haven't felt this messed up since Alucard turned me. She detected something behind her but ignored it as she sat up a little more and took a sip of her drink. It wasn't until someone sat beside her that she looked over. Her eyes widened momentarily behind her sunglasses but she said nothing.

& nbsp; The man who had sat down next to her was in his early thirties, with uncombed blond hair that seemed to bring out the color of his blue eyes. He was wearing grey and white clothing that hung off his body loosely. Seras also noticed the silver cross that hung around his neck. His grey coat hung down past his knees over the back of the stool that he was sitting on. She turned her gaze back in front of her as she took another drink. There was a tense silence that lingered at the bar, letting the sounds of the active nightclub attempt to drift towards the two. The noise however lost to the silence and seemed to be scared to come any closer to the pair, so it waited a safe distance away. Seras finally broke the silence. “Good Evening Father, could I buy you a drink?”

& nbsp; The man smiled in an amused way, but not in a way that one would normally think. There was deep resentment behind that smile, as well as numerous other angry emotions. “How about a Bloody Mary then Draculina?” He asked sarcastically.

& nbsp; Seras laughed and gestured to the bartender. As the bartender walked over she chuckled lightly, “And he has a sense of humor too. Here I was thinking about how the last Iscariot I dealt with had no sense of humor.” Seras still ordered the man the drink and chuckled lightly to herself as she saw his scowl of disapproval. The bartender came back with the drink and gave it to the priest, making the sign of the cross before retreating to the other end of the bar. The priest took the drink and took a sip of it, glaring at the vampire as he did.

& nbsp; “So, you're the great executioner of the Hellsing Institution? The vampire that acts like a dog to its master.” He asked, throwing hatred and spite into every word.

& nbsp; Seras shrugged as she took a drink. “No, you're thinking of my former master. He is the one who is bound to service to the Hellsings. I merely work for them.” She said idly as she dipped one of her fingers into her drink and swirled it lightly. She still wasn't looking at him but asked, “So, what's your name?”

& nbsp; “Pardon?” He asked, completely confused by the normal tone this conversation had taken on. Doesn't she realize I'm hunting her?

& nbsp; “It wasn't a hard question. You do understand English don't you? I can ask in Latin if you prefer.” The last statement hung in the air, a trace of sarcasm on it.

& nbsp; The man took another drink then answered, removing his glare from the woman to stare at the bottles behind the bar. “I have no names to give to one that will vanish back into the darkness before the night ends.”

& nbsp; Seras let out a hearty laugh, somewhat offending the man. “Indulge this lost soul father. Tell me your name so I know what I can have written on your tombstone.”

& nbsp; The man stood up, knocking the stool over. “Why you…” He gritted his teeth in anger. The woman takes me too lightly…

& nbsp; Seras ignored the man's anger but raised her hand in a calming manner. “Father please, you're drawing attention. You wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong impression, would you?” The man looked around to see that in fact many people were staring at him, wondering to themselves what a Priest was doing in a nightclub. He resigned himself to calm down, picked the stool up and sat down again. Seras looked at him out of the corner of her eye and said, “You still haven't given me an answer yet.”

& nbsp; There was a long silence then, why not? “Perigrin. Mathew Perigrin.”

& nbsp; “Seras Victoria . It's a pleasure Father Perigrin.” She held out her hand to shake but the man merely scoffed at her and took another sip of his drink.

& nbsp; “Are you aware of the situation you're in?” The man asked, blatantly confused at the woman's easy going attitude.

& nbsp; She smiled once before ordering another drink. She lowered her purple sunglasses and let her crimson eyes stare at him. He didn't shrink back from her gaze, rather he stood his ground, allowing his blue eyes to meet her eyes. She chuckled lightly as she replaced her glasses and rotated in her chair to watch the movements of the people on the dance floor. “Look at them father,” she gestured with a small head motion. The man followed her example and swung around on the stool and watched the people, his drink in hand. She chuckled at that lightly but continued to speak, “They continue on with their lives, completely unaware of creatures of the night. Merely doing what feels good; living out the ecstasy of life; living only for the moment. Most of these people will go home tonight cheerful, with no thoughts of darkness. They will get up tomorrow morning, shower, then go to work with a smile on their face. Or, at least with a hangover.” She added as her gaze lingered on a few men in the corner clinking mugs of beer together. “They are ignorant of the danger that is always present during the night, and flourish within that ignorance. It's a pity really.”

& nbsp; The priest said nothing at first, but then after taking a sip of his drink he asked, his voice genuinely thoughtful, “But humans are far from being fools.”

& nbsp; Seras scoffed at the man's thoughtful tone. “There's no real difference to being ignorant and being fools. It's a matter of perspective father.”

& nbsp; The man chuckled lightly, slightly amused at the first rise he had gotten from the female vampire. “Far from it. The lord will lend his assistance to the ignorant, for they are deserving of his grace.” He then took another drink and continued, “There is a saying, that there exists three things in the world. The wise, the ignorant, and the fools. The wise have a duty to the ignorant, because they at one point were also ignorant. They have no such obligation to fools.” He then glared at the woman and said coldly, “God has no time for fools.” Or for such trivialities, why I am allowing this to continue?

& nbsp; Seras countered the man, “Then he really isn't as merciful as your holy scriptures lead us to believe, now is he?” She paused a moment in thought, “Does that mean that god was ignorant at one point too then?” The man's jaw dropped in shock but Seras ignored it and continued, “Perhaps, god is merely a fool who sees himself as wise?”

& nbsp; The man's grasp on his glass seemed to tightened up, and Seras somehow knew without looking that his knuckles went white from the pressure. “Are you trying to anger me, you living blasphemy?” He growled out, his tone a little louder than he would have liked. He went to stand when before he realized it, Victoria was holding him in his stool.

& nbsp; “Please father, if we fight here, your `ignorant sheep' might get hurt. You'll get your chance, patience.” He growled at her statement and took a calming breath before turning back to her. He shook his hand free of her grasp and sat back down, looking back out over the people. Seras muttered to herself under her breath, “Too serious.” I hope this guy can hold himself back for a short while. I'd hate to have to fight here, there would be too many casualties. Seras blinked for a moment then realized that she had just been having a conversation with someone who's sole purpose in life was to kill her, and that she had been doing it calmly and somehow in control. What the hell is wrong with me? She thought amazed to herself, turning her attention back to the priest.

& nbsp; “Thou shalt not take the lord's name in vain.” The priest muttered angrily but didn't continue further than that.

& nbsp; Seras felt her eyes darken and something seemed to take words out of her mouth. “Tell me this then father if you are so sure of your faith. Am I Satan's child? A being of sin, born unto this world for purely death and destruction? Am I evil?” Seras blinked again, starting to wonder if she was still sane. Where is all this coming from? It's like all the thoughts I keep locked away are the only ones I'm saying. Really weird, though kinda refreshing I guess.

& nbsp; Perigrin scoffed at that statement. “You know the answer to that, child of darkness.”

& nbsp; “Now you're just being biased…” Seras said with a sigh. “I don't take human life, far from it. I actually protect these fools, those who you say god doesn't have time for. My existence is in symbiosis with humanity, your kind are merely too blind to see it.” She glared at the man, her eyeglasses slipping down to the brim of her nose. “Prove me wrong and we can leave right now, otherwise I'm going to continue talking..”

& nbsp; The priest returned her glare and answered, “You chose your state, you knew what it entailed. I congratulate you on having so much willpower to resist that bloodlust that always lingers in your mind. But you will fall to it, as the ones before you have. Eventually, you will no longer be able to obtain medical blood, and you will embrace your true nature to survive. Your kind is like a parasite, men like me are the vaccine.” Is she deliberately trying to anger me? Or is she merely that confident in her own abilities.

&nbs p; “Personally, I think humans are just terrified to think that they may not be top of the food chain.” Seeing the man's cross gaze, she waved it off, trying to explain what she had just said. “Think of it this way, the cat eats the mouse but does anyone else see the cat as evil? No, the prey see the feline as a threat and therefore fears it. Humans are the same way, yet are blissfully unaware that they themselves are merely food to something else.”

& nbsp; The man scoff at her thought and said, “God created man to have dominion over the world he created for us. Your kind is merely a sickness, a glitch in the system so to speak.”

& nbsp; “So you're saying god makes mistakes?” She asked, her tone no longer having any amusement, more like fascination in fact. As if the conversation was causing her to think more clearly.

& nbsp; The man paused at that comment, not really sure how to respond. His hatred and spite was slowly draining from him as the conversation continued, without him even noticing. This is an interesting conversation for a vampire I suppose. He then answered, his own voice thoughtful on the conversation, “I suppose so. After all, he was unaware that Lilith would reject Adam at the creation.”

& nbsp; Seras raised an eyebrow at this. “I thought it was Adam and Eve?” She asked, looking towards the man with an inquisitive expression.

& nbsp; The priest shook his head no. “Many people don't remember it, and it usually doesn't come up in scripture but god created a woman before Eve for Adam, but she rejected Adam.”

& nbsp; The woman took a sip of her drink and spun around on the stool in a three hundred and sixty degree motion, depositing the glass on the bar and ordering another before returning to her previous position. “So, I know what happened to Adam, what happened to her? God smite her or something?”

& nbsp; The man chuckled at the woman's amused question but replied all the same, “Actually, although translations differ, she apparently went on to be the first demon, basically giving birth to all creatures of the night, much like yourself.”

& nbsp; “So, she's like….my relation somehow.”

& nbsp; The priest watched the woman rotate in her chair and come back around with another drink in her hand. “Eventually, she joined with Lucifer…”

& nbsp; “Satan, eh?”

& nbsp; “Yes. As you know it.” He then changed the conversation, asking a question that had been on his mind since this inane conversation began. “Why are you indulging in such a menial conversation?”

& nbsp; She shrugged and took another sip of her drink, leading the man to wonder if vampires could get drunk or not. “Nothing really, my reason will sound silly to someone like you.”

& nbsp; “Indulge me.” He said with a hint of sarcasm, remembering something she had said to him earlier.

& nbsp; She sighed, “It's just been a really long time since I've had a decent conversation that wasn't about work.” The statement, very simple was a rather large blow to the priest. He was somehow stunned silent as his gaze traveled back. She noticed the man's shocked expression and said nothing at first. She then asked, her voice very quiet, “Bet you were expecting an answer like that were ya?”

& nbsp; He then looked at her and asked another question, “Why?”

& nbsp; “Why…. what?”

& nbsp; “Why did you become one? Surly you weren't forced, if you were forced you wouldn't be trying to eliminate your own kind. You would've been forced to embrace the `normal' lifestyle of a vampire to survive. You chose to become one of them…why?”

& nbsp; She twirled the drink glass in her hand for a little while, leaving a silence as the two watched the people in the crowd. People were dancing to the music, having fun, flirting with the opposite sex, having a drink or two. Seras and Father Perigrin merely watched all this, now both preoccupied with their own thoughts.

& nbsp; Eventually Seras came up with an answer. “Because I wasn't ready to die yet.” She said softly, but her voice didn't lack conviction. Knowing the man was looking at her, waiting for her to continue she added, “I was only nineteen when I died. There was so much left to do and to see.” Why am I telling him this? She couldn't find an answer to that question as she took a sip of her drink and added, “Maybe I was just scared. When I was merely a fledgling vampire, everything scared me. The thought of me drinking blood terrified me; I didn't have any type of nourishment for several months in an attempt to retain my humanity. I was always scared…” She said, her voicing trailing off as she remembered those memories. Must be the alcohol, I'm actually reminiscing outside of my mind. Maybe it's just the night air that reminds me of that night in Cheddar…She then smiled, albeit a sad smile. “Fat lot of good it did for me. I wanted to live, but I've done nothing close to that.” She took another drink and continued, realizing that the man was still staring at her. “Father, I never had anyone other than my master to look up to. After he was sealed, I thought things might get better, but many things still elude me, and I know they will always elude me.” She closed her eyes as she leaned back and stared at the ceiling. “I've never loved, nor felt the warmth of a man's body next to my own. When I go out hunting during the winter, I realize I don't breath, and that my body doesn't have a pulse.

& nbsp; The man didn't say anything else for a while, and once again both enemies went into a thoughtful silence. Finally, his voice curious and thoughtful, “Why don't you just end it then if you're suffering so much?” She thought about the man's question and a memory came to mind. A conversation she had overheard - between her master and Walter.

& nbsp; “Giving up is what kills people. When humans refuse to give up they earn the right to live.”

&nbs p; “Then I'd be giving up.” She said with a smile. She turned to the priest and said, “You were right with what you said before, it was my choice and I have accepted it, even knowing that when I am the last I must put a bullet in my heart.” She then cocked an eyebrow and asked in an out of place amused tone, “I thought Catholicism looked down on suicide. I was told it was a sin.”

& nbsp; The man chuckled and thought to himself, This one is amusing. I wish I could've met her before she had become one. “True, but in a sense you're already dead so technically its not really suicide.”

& nbsp; “You're using sophistry again father. Somehow it suits you though.”

& nbsp; “Thank you.” He said, allowing himself a smile for the first time that night. He then coughed and took out a small vial. Seras recognized it as cold medicine and watched the man ask the bartender for a glass of water. She watched him in silence, a tiny amused grin on her face as he finally noticed that she was watching him. “Best thing the doctors have come up with for the common cold.” He remarked as if bored.

& nbsp; “Eh, and I thought science and Catholicism didn't get along together.” She remarked sarcastically. She sighed and breathed out again. “You know, I'm not a bad person.” There was a long pause and then Seras asked the man, “Hey, does division thirteen know what's going on in this city?”

& nbsp; He looked at her in genuine confusion. The sudden change in demeanor of the conversation threw the priest into a new type of confusion. He also felt the spite that he had before the conversation coming back. Now what does this woman want? I've already delayed her execution for this meaningless jabber. “This is not our territory, its out of our jurisdiction so to speak.”

& nbsp; “Father, there is also a saying that liars burn in hell. You aren't suited for such things. I know that division thirteen has had people in this country for almost a century infringing on our territory.”

& nbsp; The man laughed derisively. “Your territory merely exists within our own. You have no base to order us.”

& nbsp; “So, then you know what's happening in this area?” She asked, not feeling insulted at the man's insinuation in the least.

& nbsp; The man sighed. Why am I still indulging in this farce? Matthew, pull your blade and send this demoness to hell. “Other than the usual increasing number of vampires, not much. Why do you ask? Granted you Royal Protestant Knights are nothing compared to us but even you should know of this.”

& nbsp; She shrugged her shoulders and said “That's where you're wrong father.” She then hugged herself, feeling cold all of a sudden. “You should have felt it by now. Something is coming from the shadows. It still stays beyond the reach of my senses but it leaves the lingering feeling of uncertainness and feels as if an icy hand has my heart within its grasp.”

& nbsp; “Your heart has run cold for a long time Nosfaratu.”

& nbsp; “I know.”

& nbsp; She smiled lightly at the man's unrestrained hatred of her that had reappeared and was about to say something else before another sudden headache hit her. She grabbed her head lightly and moaned to herself. “What's wrong blood sucker? You need some aspirin?” He asked derisively, snorting at her.

& nbsp; Seras grit her teeth and stood up slowly. I really don't need this shit right now. She left money on the table for the drinks and turned to the priest. “Father, let's get this over with. Meet me on the roof, we don't want to attract any more attention do we?” She then walked out of the club, leaving the priest there to finish his drink. After a few moments he finished the drink off and walked out, leaving the nightclub to resume its normal state.

& nbsp; “Are you ready to face the abyss, foul creature of darkness?” Perigrin asked, reaching into his long coat.

& nbsp; Seras merely stood at the other end of the roof, her fingers in her coat pockets as her thumbs rested on top. She looked at him through the purple lenses and wondered why this man chose the path he did. Its not like something you decide as a child. Surly he had other choices, even remain a normal priest instead of one of the elite from section thirteen. She lowered her head slightly and sighed. She then asked, as if bored “Hey, are you strong?”

& nbsp; She looked up to see that the man had drawn a short sword in his right hand, and an old fashioned pistol in his left, one that seemed as if it dated back to the days of muskets and muzzle loaders. The sword was hanging vertically downwards, just resting the in the man's hand. He held the pistol behind his head with his left in a nonchalant pose. He caught her surprised look and laughed. “Don't be scared yet blood sucker, I haven't even started to attack yet. Rest assured, you will be at peace before the night ends.”

& nbsp; Seras stared at the man for a moment and then burst out laughing, as if the man had made a hilarious joke. She actually had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing. Perigrin raised an eyebrow at the behavior, but said nothing. He leveled the pistol to aim at the woman's head, but did not fire. She finally stopped laughing and placed her hand back in her pocket, all the while smiling like a child. “Father, have you ever heard the phrase `Cheng yi jing bai'?” Seeing the man's confused reaction, her smile dropped slightly, but remained on her face as she explained. “It's a Chinese proverb that means `to kill one to warn a hundred others.' Her smile dropped completely as she asked a direct question. “Who is the current leader of section thirteen?”

& nbsp; The man, not really sure where the woman was going with, replied “The honorable Father Vinelli.”

& nbsp; The woman raised an eyebrow in astonishment, “Lukas Vinelli?” The man nodded, astonished that the woman knew the man's full name. She grabbed her chin and thought for a moment. “So he's running Iscariot right now. I haven't seen him in… twenty years is it?” She asked herself, leaving the current hunter to his own devices. The man decided enough was enough, raised his gun at the woman. Seras' eyes flickered once and she tilted her head to the left by about an inch. She felt the bullet whiz past her head and was pretty sure it had taken a few hairs with it. She let go of her chin and smirked. “You're disobeying orders aren't you?”

& nbsp; The man's eyes widened and he took a step back in shock. How did she know? Can she read my mind, no that's not possible. My magic prevents such things. “My orders are to exterminate the undead. I'm doing nothing of the sort.”

& nbsp; Seras laughed once more and then glared at the Iscariot. Her voice ran cold and he could swear the glare she gave him froze his blood, at least for a moment. “Bullshit. Father Vinelli knows better than to dispatch hunters out for me.” Seeing the man's shocked look, she continued her explanation. “Venelli and his partner came after me about…twenty, maybe twenty-five years ago.” Seras then replaced her hand in her pocket again and continued. “Remember that proverb? They were the last real Iscariots I had to deal with; I killed his partner and left him hanging off a cross in the middle of London central. I killed him as a warning and I let Venelli go.” She chuckled as she remembered that fight. “Lady Hellsing scolded me after that one. Since then other than the occasional glory bound fool like yourself, no one from Iscariot has dared attack me.”

& nbsp; “You monster!” The man cried out as he slowly reloaded the pistol, realizing that the woman wasn't done with her little speech. He was about to raise the weapons and dive into the attack, “Prepare to die again!”

& nbsp; “I strongly recommend you holster those weapons father.” She said, her voice ice cold. It stopped the man in his tracks as he internally shivered at that voice. “Everyone who has raised a weapon against me since I learned to fight for myself has died.” She watched the man's brow knit into one of concentration, and he raised the sword into an attacking stance. She saw the man's eyes and realized that talking was a moot point as of now. She placed her hands on the back of her head and sighed. She then removed her sunglasses and placed them inside a pocket inside her coat.

& nbsp; Both figures on top of the roof glared at each other, neither wanting to make a move. The man aiming his pistol, yet somehow knowing that no matter how he fired, he wouldn't hit. The woman merely standing there, cracking her knuckles loudly, but making no other movements except to perhaps crack her neck. Once again, they locked gazes then in an instant, the never ending rivalry between Iscariot and Hellsing began anew…

~DeathLover~