Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Seras 2066 ❯ The Wounded ( Chapter 3 )

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

I (islandhopper700) DID NOT write this fanfic, and I'm not claiming any praise for it. This was written by a 57 year old guy named Mike, better known as green onion. The second he says so I'll stop posting. I just think it's a great story that deserves to be shared.

Anime/Manga: Hellsing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 02.16.2011 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 357 | Status: Work In Progress

In their wolf forms David and Sandy limped down the street and passed a trio of guards in werewolf form.

The guards watched from the rooftops. One of them jumped off a four story building and landed near David and Sandy.

The guard sniffed around the two before he growled, "You can pass. Go and see the elder."

David and Sandy limped into an intersection where werewolves in various forms and their human servants had gathered. There was an atmosphere of gloom around the werewolves and the humans glanced around in fear.

One older woman called out, "Where's Mark? Where's my son?"

Sandy just shook her head negatively. The woman broke down crying.

The entire crowd headed to the doors of a large former department store. In the store, others had gathered. The original store counters and display cases were all piled against the far wall. In the center of the floor were two cots with a wounded male and female on them. Another wounded male sat on the floor nearby.

One older gray male, whose name was Rubin, was busy bandaging the wounded male on a cot. He was the only healer here and he wasn't even a member of the tribe. He belonged to the 'Tribe of the Morning Star' and the people here were of the 'Tribe of the Five Roses'.

Using long nose pliers, he carefully removed the silver fragments of bullets from the werewolf's wounds.

Elder George Williams was an old man in gray robes and with pepper colored hair. He signaled for David and Sandy to come over. A human woman stood to one side with two white robes draped over her arms.

As the pair reached the elder, they started to transform. As the fur started to vanish from their bodies, the human handed the robes to them.

As they dressed, the elder said, "Only five have returned from the twenty we've sent on the raid. Tell me, have you slain any of the Hellsing family?"

David shook his head. "No. We chased the child of the Hellsings, but we were lured into a trap at their old mansion."

The elder frowned. "A trap?"

"Yes, elder. I almost had the Hellsing child when they had surprised me with some kind of creature. It was strong."

Sandy added, "It had red eyes and fangs, too. It looked like a stinking vampire to me."

David growled, "No. That thing was too strong. If I was unwounded then I could beat it, but not in my current shape."

The elder said, "It could have been a vampire."

David and several others in the room look at the elder with concern.

The elder continued, "They say that if the vampire has more chips put into it, then the vampire will become more powerful. But what concerns me is whether or not those accursed Hellsing people are manufacturing chipped vampires."

David shouted, "Then we'll raid them again and put an end to their evil ways."

Sandy raised her own voice. "And we'll kill off all of the traitorous wolves whom serve them."

The elder said, "Quiet, you two. We are too wounded and lost too many of our friends this night to attack the Hellsings. This will be the night of healing and of mourning our fallen comrades."

Rubin the Healer looked up. He softly said, "There are lone werewolves who had lost family, friends and their tribe. They frequently visit my tribe to get their wounds tended. Perhaps I can suggest to them to join your tribe in your fight against the Hellsings."

Gwenllian Hellsing sat on the edge of a bench as the electrical engineer in a dirty white overcoat worked on her arm. The room they were in was filled with various parts, electronics, tools and scraps.

Gwenllian, or Gwen to her friends, was a woman of average height and build wearing military fatigues. Her hair was blond and her right eye was blue, but her left eye was metallic silver with no iris or pupil to be seen. Her left arm was ripped open with wires and tubes hanging out.

Gwen looked toward the room's door as she heard the sound of running feet. Alice ran through the doorway yelling, "Mommy!"

Gwen used her right arm to hug her daughter. "Alice! I'm so happy you are safe, my darling. Did you get hurt?"

"No, mother. Harry and Christine protected me. They were very badly hurt."

Richard walked into the room, leaned over and kissed his wife. Gwen asked, "How was that one?"

Richard looked thoughtful and then said, "I think that it was a fifty volt kiss. How are you doing, Gwenllian?"

Gwen sighed, "I'm fine. Nothing is wrong with me that a little wire and oil can't fix. We lost a lot of people in that raid. Our convoy was almost home when they struck. Those wolf bastards and bitches! I think I couldn't hate those creatures more, but-"

Richard interrupts, "Now, Gwen. Please watch your language with Alice here. Besides that, among our dead were six of own werewolf troops."

"I know. I know, Richard."

"Gwen, too many of our people have died today. We've lost about a third of our troops. Another quarter of them is in the hospital. I'm going to send for some of our troops at the Docklands base."

"Find out which wolf tribe attacked us."

"I think we have. We found one of their daggers with the marking of the Five Roses tribe. Besides that, there was a vampire living in the old mansion. It almost killed Christine."

"Did you kill him?"

"No, SHE got away."

Alice spoke up, "Mommy! Daddy! When I first saw her, the vampire was really dead. No eyes, all bones, real dead looking."

Richard sighed and patted his daughter's head. "No, Alice. Your imagination is getting wild again."

"But Daddy!"

"Alice, vampires are people that have vampire chips inserted inside of them. A dead vampire like you described could never come back."

Christine limped across the Hellsing's compound. The doctor had removed all the silver bullets from her and treated the wounds inflicted by a silver edged dagger. Still her wounds healed slower than normal.

She glanced at the civilians who were unloading the lorries (That's trucks to the rest of us). They were part of the families of the soldier who work here with a few younger werewolves thrown in.

Christine inspected some of the bags of grain that where being piled on a pallet. One was marked 'First Aid from South Africa' and another was marked 'From the People of Mozambique'.

Christine thought: Food from the civilized world. My dead friends please rest well, for your spilt blood has paid for the survival of your living families and friends.

From the old mansion's balcony, Seras softly called out, "Master?"

She waited for a response. There was none. Seras shouted, "Master! Where are you?"

Vince's voice yelled within her head, "Will you just shut up? First you kill me and sucked up my soul. Now I get to listen to your whining. This is Hell."

"Well, I'm sorry. If you hadn't been trying to kill that girl, you would still be alive. What are you anyway?"

"I'm Vince, bloodsucker."

"No, Mr. Vince. I mean what kind of creature ware you?"

"You don't even know that! What kind of stupid vampires are they making these days."

"What are you, Vince?"

"I'm a werewolf, leech. And since I'm stuck in you head, I'm going to make your life a living hell. I'm never going to shut up. I'm going to sing every bad song I know and you can't ignore me."

A chuckle echoed through Seras' mind.

"What the bloody hell was that. Don't tell me I got company in this empty head of your."

A sleepy amused feeling came into Seras mind. There was a faint sense of pride.

Seras cried out, "Master!"

A picture of a basement corridor appeared in Seras' mind. Seras asked, "Master?"

The scene of the hallway moved, as if Seras herself was walking down the hall. Seras passed familiar doors, but then she came to a stop before an unfamiliar wall. There was a feeling of lightness and a kind of ignoring-of-the-wall outlook. Seras' view moved into the wall and the scene vanished.

Seras asked, "Master, what are you trying to show me?"

The chuckling started again, but this time it was more sarcastic. Suddenly it was gone. All her master's presence had vanished. It was like someone closed a door in her mind.

Vince finally started ranting, "What the hell was that? Well, he doesn't scare me. He-"

Seras closed a door in her mind and Vince's voice was gone.

Seras sighed in relief. Then she headed back into mansion.

Seras stopped by the house's armory. It was stripped of anything that could be used as a weapon.

Seras next stop was Alucard's room. She nervously knocked on his door and waited. There was no response.

Seras carefully opened the door only to reveal an empty room. Alucard's coffin was not there. "Master", she softly questioned. The room remained quiet.

Seras sighed and open the door within her mind.

Vince's voice grasped, "Darkness… It's gone… I'm back…"

Seras asked, "What happened, Mr. Vince?"

"I was cut off from all sensation. There was no sight or sound. Vampire, don't ever do that again."

Seras said, "Sorry, but don't threaten me again, ok?"

"Ok."

"By the way, my name is Seras Victoria, not Leech, Vampire or bloodsucker."

"Ok."

"What is today's date?"

"February 16."

"What's the year, Mr. Vince?"

"2066."

"Blimey! 2066! That means I've been asleep for sixty years."

Seras left the room and found the corridor that was shown in her mind. She stared at the unfamiliar wall. Seras stood before it and closed her eyes. She walked forward while she concentrated on the feeling of lightness and pretended that the wall was not there.

Seras bounced off of it and landed on her butt. She angrily said, "Stop laughing, Mr. Vince."

Vince chuckled, "You're not human. Just tear through the wall."

Seras said thoughtfully, "No, I'm not human. I just walk into walls like one."

Seras closed her eyes again.

"Seras, you know that this hurts me, too. The humor is killing me."

"Oh, be quiet, Mr. Vince."

Alucard once told her to pretend that she had a third eye when she was shooting. Seras tried to see the wall with that third eye. A gray wall faded into her sight. Seras walked slowly forward. She concentrated on the light feeling while trying to ignore the now very clear looking gray wall.

The wall blurred into darkness as she walked into it. She felt a brief tug and then she was in another room. It was Walters's old workshop. The room was filled with rifles, pistols, swords, knives and ammo. Coats, jackets and various clothes were hung on a rack to the right.

On a steel table, there was a note. It read:

To Alucard or Officer Victoria,

Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing is no longer part of the Round Table nor does she heads the Hellsing Organization. It seem that the other knights of the table could no longer tolerate Sir Integra's fine oratory skills. I do believe that she used the endearing phrase of 'You Bloody Fools' once to many times. Since there have been almost no vampire attacks in the United Kingdom for the last two years, the Queen was forced to remove Sir Integra and replace her with an unknown descendant of Richard Hellsing.

Now that the vampire problem has been solved, there are rumors of other creatures attacking British citizens. It seems that the vampires were keeping down the numbers of other monsters like the so-called werewolves.

I have included a few things in this room that you may find useful. Please do remember that you do still serve Sir Integra and her Majesty the Queen.

It has been a pleasure serving with you. Alucard, I'm afraid I will no longer be able to assist you. And Seras Victoria, please don't lose your self to your vampire side. That would sadden me.

God Bless,

Walter Ddollneazz

Seras sighed as she put down the note. She started to weep tears of blood. All of her friends were dead. She had out lived all of them.

Seras slowly examine the rack of clothes and found a long black trench coat she liked. The dark pair of glasses over to one side looked interesting, too.

A brown haired woman in a dirty loose robe chased after a thin man in a torn red shirt and blue trousers. She had a holstered pistol hanging from her belt. The man was fleeing in terror as the woman easily trotted after him. The man finally fell from exhaustion.

The woman stood over him. She said, "Well, human, the chase is over. You were so close to Westminster, yet so far. There will be no help for your mob. By the time your king finds out, your clan will be herded south of the Thames. Now, all I need now is your head to show you friends the penalty for escape attempts."

The man begged, "Please don't kill me. I'll go back."

The woman remarked as she started to transform to werewolf form, "Well, part of you will be going back."

A shot rang out and the werewolf's shoulder erupted in blood.

The werewolf turned and spotted a strawberry blond woman wearing a black trench coat and dark pair of glasses. Seras, the blond, said, "Nasty Creature! Eat Silver!"

The werewolf charged as Seras fired the rest of her bullets. Only two bullets hit as the werewolf dodged during the charge. The werewolf drew her own oversized pistol as she ran and emptied her pistol at Seras. Two of the shots went into Seras.

The werewolf shoved her clawed hand into Seras's stomach and then looked up to see the barrel of a larger gun that Seras had drawn from under her coat.

The Werewolf said, "Bugger" as Seras fired the gun into the werewolf's left shoulder. The werewolf groaned and started to fall as Seras put away the pistol.

Seras said, "Normally, I might let you go, but you had to try and kill a defenseless human being."

Seras sank her fangs into the throat of the werewolf and started to feed. The werewolf weakly tried to push Seras away before all the fight was drained from her. There was a sigh of pleasure from the werewolf as she died.

Seras asked out a loud, "Vince, what was your final thought when you died? Why was it pleasurable?"

"Because, Seras, I finally knew with certainty that I was a soul and not just a body."

Seras turned to the shaking man who was too scared to move. As Sera walked up to him, he squeaked, "Please don't hurt me."

Seras said, "Don't worry. I'm not going to… going to… like bite you or anything like that."

The man's skin color whitened.

Seras smiled and accidentally revealed her fangs. She asked, "Hey, how about we go and rescue your friends?"

The man said in a whisper, "You want me to deliver my people from the werewolves to the vampires?"

"No", said Seras. She thought for a second before she open the front of her trench coat to show the old Hellsing military uniform she wears. She pointed at her shield shaped Hellsing insignia. She said, "I'm with Hellsing."

The man asked, "Why would a convoy escort service have a vampire?"

Seras said with embarrassment, "It's a long story."

Seras groaned and grabbed her own head. The man asked, "What's wrong?"

Seras closed her eyes, steadied herself and then opened them. She said, "The spirit of the werewolf I defeated has woken up in my mind. I had to close her away from the rest of me."

The man looked spooked.

Seras smiled weakly. "Let's go and find your friends."