Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Seras 2066 ❯ A Little Advice ( Chapter 9 )

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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: 02.21.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.9K | Visits: 227 | Status: Work In Progress

As requested, here is a brief description of the people in this chapter who were not written up in the last two chapters:

These three are hidden manipulators of the most evil kind. They are being that are no longer mere chipped vampires and werewolves, but what they have become is still unknown.

Lord Perrin: The vampire leader of this group of three and dominates the other two with his charm, wit and the force of mind control. He considers both Lady Lesley and Lady Caitlin as his agents and property. Watching the two lades verbally fight amuses his along with their attempts to seduce him. The love they have for him was programmed into both the ladies. He is a slim man of slightly above average height with short well-groomed hair and normally in a dark suit.

Lady Lesley: She is a beautiful chipped vampire (and more?) with red hair and a figure to died for. She controls a group of chipped vampires and werewolves through her network connection. One of her vampires was Larry (who was commune by Seras) was a man that both Caitlin and she loved. Caitlin used to be under the control of Lesley until Perrin promoted the both of them into his inner circle.

Lady Caitlin: A rival to Lesley's beauty, she is a chipped werewolf who was induced into Perrin's service. Since she doesn't have network control of others (no chipped werewolf does) she has to act through verbal communication to those people under she.

In the darken room, Perrin sat behind his desk with Ladies Caitlin and Lesley seated before it. Both ladies were wearing their finest jewelry and dresses. A quiet Lady Lesley shifted nervously in her chair. Without her normal argument partner talking, Lady Caitlin just frowned without speaking.

Perrin broke the silent with a smirk. "Lady Lesley, what is your report? Has your underling Larry been successful in capturing the rogue vampire?"

Lesley nervously spoke, "Well, huh… Well…"

Caitlin angrily broke in, "Larry has better not be hurt."

Lady Lesley looked down to the floor.

Perrin smirk turned into a forced smile. He asked sarcastically, "So has the former true love of both Ladies Lesley and Caitlin has not only failed in his mission, but has died as well?"

Lesley just nodded without looking up.

"You Bitch", Caitlin shouted as she leapt upon Lesley. Lesley didn't resist Caitlin slaps as Caitlin started her werewolf transformation,

As excess hair started to appear on Caitlin's face and arms, Perrin said quietly, "Lady Caitlin, this is an order: Return to your chair."

Caitlin froze as Perrin's command fought with her emotions across her face. Some of Lesley's torn up jewelry dropped to the floor. Caitlin slowly backed away and sat in her chair.

Perrin was trying to hold back a laugh. "Was it the Hellsing blokes who eliminated poor dear Larry?"

Lesley shook her head 'no' as she said, "The Hellsing mob pretty much fell to Larry's crew. It was the damnable witch of a rogue vampire who defeat Larry and his people."

Perrin puzzled, "A rogue vampire is more powerful than a second level vampire along with seven of his servants?"

Lesley just nodded.

Perrin asked calmly, "Is there any thing else to report?"

Lesley responded dully, "Yes, Lord Perrin. It seems that Richard Hellsing's brother, Jonathan, has delusions of become the next king of London."

Perrin laughed out aloud. "From where does that puppet get such ideas? Did you program in this lust for power into him or did all those fake memories of his betrayal by Richard finally destroy his sanity? This is too funny."

Some of Lady Lesley's spirit returned to her eyes. "Well, Jonathan has sent some of his cyborg soldiers to wipe his brother off the face of the Earth. I'll see about toning down his ambitions for becoming the king."

Perrin nodded. "Make absolutely sure that you leave no traces of your manipulation in his mind."

"Jonathan had never known that I had played with his mind and he never will know. Lord Perrin, can I have a few more of those zombie chips? I can use Jonathan Hellsing's access to Westminster to enter and place more of the chips into the most powerful political people there."

Lady Caitlin asked suspiciously, "Zombie chips?"

Perrin replied with a smile, "Sorry that I hadn't inform you of them. They are chips similar to the vampire and werewolf chips we used, except these chips don't change the person physically. They only allow us to implant commands, suggestions, and memories into the subconscious of the victim and unlike the ones in our bodies their control is very subtle. They allow us to erase old memories or add new ones and the poor fool will never knows that he is under our control. These chips are very rare and experimental."

Within her mind, Seras walked over to where Millie and Nora in full werewolf form were silently struggling. Blood covered both of them and their fangs and claws were full of fur and gore. Seras asked, "Can you two stop fighting for a bit? I need to talk with Millie."

Nora growled back in anger and fear, "She helped you kill me. I'm going to kill her for that. Ouch!" The 'Ouch' came from Millie's claws sliced into Nora's sides.

Millie added, "It's so boring in your mind - that hurt! - You can't take the only source of my amusement away from me. You're a dead puppy!"

Seras sat down next to the two fighters and frowned at the two. Like with other chipped people, Seras could see mental programming put in by Nora's former masters. Seras sighed and removed them with just a wave of her hand. Seras was getting good at this.

Nora released a mouth full of Millie's fur and said with fury, "After I'm done with this bitch, I'm going to slaughter that former 'master' of mine! OUCH! I can't believe you pulled my hair!"

Millie asked, "Seras, what - grunt - do you - Hey! - want to talk about?"

Seras sighed as Millie bit down on Nora's arm again, "I have been a good soldier of Hellsing. At least I would like to think so. But all the new Hellsing people do is shoot at me whenever I try to talk to them. They shot me with my own blessed bullet and it still hurts me. I don't know if I should try to rejoin them anymore. They all hate me… That must really hurt, Nora."

"What gave you the clue?" asked Nora sarcastically "Was it that my foot just got crush? And how do you know my name?"

"I know all the names of the people in my head. By the way, when I removed the mind control stuff from Larry's mind, he was still a creep. I locked him away in one of my mind's closets after he started to attack some of his former victims."

Millie said started to ram the back of Nora's head into the ground, "Why don't you just forget Hellsing and do - OUCH! - what your Master friend said and forget that you were ever human."

Nora added conversationally as she viciously dug her claws into Millie's back, "That makes sense: Going out, meeting new friends and consuming them. - grunt - Yes, you can get me someone else - OUCH! - to talk to other than this stupid Millie here. I'm going to kill you, Millie."

Millie complained, "Hey! Calling me stupid - Ouch! - really hurts me! Especially when I'm called -Hey! - that by an airhead like you! You are already dead, Nora. I'm just enjoying you making you dead again."

The two resumed mauling each other with renew vigor. Seras happily said, "Thank you both. I have decided my path in life based on what you two have said. I'm going try to rejoin Hellsing again. The life of an out-of-control no-life monster is not the one for me."

The two female werewolves paused in shock.

Seras continued, "Thanks again and sorry for interrupting you two."

Both Millie and Nora shrugged and then went back to doing what they did best: hurting, wounding, and maiming.

Christine helped Gwenllian down the stairs in the old Hellsing mansion's front lobby. Near the based of the stairs, lay a blooded Tim and a wounded human trooper. Laura was comforting Tim. Both Tim and Laura were in their werewolf forms, while Christine was back in human mode.

As Gwen reached the bottom of the stairs, she asked, "Is this all that's left of us?"

Laura, unable to form human sounds, just nodded. Then she started to shrink and became human in shape. "Yeah, we didn't do well today."

Gwen asked, "How is Tim doing?"

Laura shook her head. "Tim got so much silver shrapnel in him that if turns back into human now, he may die. We have to pull all that crap out of him."

Tim growled a series of syllables in the tongue of the wolves.

While Laura started to growl angrily, Christine translated, "Tim said that the vampire, we were hunting, saved our butts. While Tim said he doesn't like to be saved by a… creature, he is willing to overlook that if he can keep the vampire's… pistol and get some shells for it."

Laura added, "You cut out a few of his spicier words out of that translation, Christine."

Gwen frowned and then said, "I'm going pull some of the silver out of Tim. I want both you ladies to stay here and guard us. And Laura, no chasing the vampire."

Laura again growled.

Christine spoke up, "That maybe hard to do. Chasing things is in our blood."

Tim growled out some more word while holding up Seras' former pistol.

Christine grabbed the pistol and studied it. She then shook her head.

Gwen asked, "What is it?"

Christine replied while holding out the pistol to Gwen, "This is a Hellsing gun and it's over sixty years old."

Gwen snatched it and looked the gun over. "This can't be. A normal human being couldn't fire a gun this big. It would snap that person's wrist."

Laura added sourly, "And it from a time before you cyborgs were created to rid the world of the werewolf menace."

Christine helped Gwen sit next to Tim. Form her functioning right hand, five blades sprouted out of Gwen's fingers. Gwen studied them briefly before withdrawing them back into the fingers. Then five needles stuck out of the fingers. Gwen sighed, "These are not tweeters but they're the only thing we got. Christine, see if can spot a first aid kit and help the human trooper. Ok?"

"Sure", Christine as she headed over to a dead Hellsing soldier passed two other and checked his backpack. She found the kit she was looking for.

As Christine turned around she glanced up to see another figure standing up behind the others. It was a ghoul formed from the dead body of Paul, and the one that once was Nora was stating to stand, too. Both ghouls were transformed into undead werewolves.

Laura growled, "I smell the vampire. She is close."

Christine squeaked, "Behind you."

Laura turned while she started to shape shift, the male ghoul wrapped his arms around her. Her greater strength overwhelmed her still only human muscles.

The female ghoul looked over the incapacitated Tim and Gwen.

Gwen shouted, "Christine, get the shotgun!"

Christine quickly scanned around and spotted the gun not too far away. She dove for it. Christine grabbed the shotgun off the floor, rolled onto her back and aimed at the ghoul standing over Tim and Gwen.

She pulled the trigger.

There was a no crack of a bullet being fired. The shotgun still had an empty shell in its firing chamber.

As Christine quickly cycled another shell into the gun, one ghoul prepared to bite down on the still struggling and growing Laura and the other ghoul just lifted Tim off the floor.

Christine couldn't fire at either ghoul out of fear of hitting one of her friends. She charged them.

As the male ghoul brought his teeth down toward a struggling Laura's neck and Tim was raised close the fangs of the female, two gun shots thundered. The bullets streak out from near the downward stairwell. One bullet shattered the male ghoul's right shoulder and his separated right arm dropped to the floor. The other ghoul's head exploded as the second bullet shredded it. The gore sprayed Tim, Gwen and Christine.

Seras' voice called out, "Drop to the floor, wolf girl… woman… whatever. Drop!"

Christine dropped to the floor.

Laura, now fully changed, started to fight back. The ghoul had glanced briefly at the one who had fired the shots then returned to biting at Laura. She used both she hands to hold back the creature's jaws. Even though the ghouls only had one arm, its werewolf plus ghoul strength held on to her.

Seras' voice called out again, "I didn't tell the shotgun girl to drop. She-wolf! Turn the ghoul to you left!"

Gwen demanded, "Who is…" Then she spotted a strawberry blond, red eyes woman at the base of the stairs. She whispered, "The vampire."

Laura turned with the ghoul, and then fell to the left. One shot rang out and the ghoul's head splattered.

Laura hit the ground and rolled away from the ghoul's remains. She heard Christine yelled, "Laura! No! Not that way!"

Laura stopped her roll and looked up into the barrel of one of Seras' pistols.

Laura growled, "This is going to hurt."