Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Through The Looking Glass ❯ Face Down in the Mud ( Chapter 7 )

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT in any way profit from this story, nor do the characters belong to me. All creative rights belong to Kouta Hirano, but since I'm using manga elements, they belong to Kohta Hirona as spelled on the manga cover. Anything in my story that has happened in real life is purely a coincidence.

 

 

A:N Hmm, first things first, I've been sick for four months now…and no I am not still over my sickness, and my brother had surgery during this time. My life was filled with distress, so, I do NOT appreciate reviews such as “Are you going to update?!”, or anything along those lines…it just doesn't help me write. I am, however, very pleased you like the story and really want to read more. So, I will apologize on my part for the wait, but just think of all those stories with Alucard and Seras that NEVER update, and I won't say any names.

 

 

Please be patient with me…as hard as that sounds, I lack patience myself but I've been ridden with horrible migraines as of late, as well as school based things. I can't type while I'm having a migraine; those of you who do have chronic migraines will understand what I mean.

 

 

 

 

The morning sun came bursting in through the light blue curtains that covered the large windows of Seras' room. The sun's beam danced over her face and right on to her closed eyes. Her azure eyes fluttered open, and she slowly sat up, trying to focus her vision. After a few moments of rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and yawning widely, Seras turned her slightly angered gaze towards the windows.

 

 

“Note to self: Ask Integra to let me go buy newer and darker curtains…How old are those things anyway?” Seras sighed to herself and she pushed her thick covers back and moved her legs over the edge of the bed.

 

 

The young officer looked down at herself and groaned, “Why did I sleep in my day clothes?” Then she remembered that she'd fallen asleep while reading the journal… `Speaking of…' Seras thought as she looked around her oversized bedroom, looking for the said object. `Aha!' She spotted the tiny old book on the night stand next to her. `Walter must've come in and tucked me in, then put the book on the stand.' Without thinking about it much longer Seras got to her wobbly feet and headed towards her closet to get her day's clothes.

 

 

With everything she needed in order, she made her way towards the bathroom down the hallway. On her way to the shower she ran into Pip, who looked like he'd just come out.

 

 

“Oi, `eading to ze showers, eh?” Pip stopped in front of her, dressed in his usual gear, probably ready to practice with his men. The commander ran his right hand through his loose hair and grinned at her.

 

 

“Uh, well yes…Is there anyone in there right now?” Seras shifted her belongings in her arms as she asked politely.

 

 

Pip reached into his jacket and grabbed a packet of his favorite cigarettes and looked around quickly. With a cheesy grin he put the fag to his lips and quickly lit up. He took a long drag and sighed happily. “That feels so much better…O', nah, no one iz in zere right now. My men are outside waiting for me…but zey can wait…Want me to `elp you wash your wound?” Pip asked with a wink.

 

 

“I think I can do it myself …thank you.” Seras pushed past the perverted man with a blush spreading across her cheeks. `Jeez, people these days. It's too early in the morning for such things.' She growled under her breath as she pushed the bathroom door open and locked it behind her.

 

 

The orphan put her stuff down in a safe spot and started to undress.

 

 

After all her clothing was removed Seras took a look in the mirror. “A couple of bruises from that fight with the priest…but the wound healed…I wonder what Alucard is doing right now…?” Seras turned away from the mirror afraid said vampire would appear out of nowhere.

 

 

“He's probably asleep, it is daytime.” Seras whispered as she began her soothing shower.

 

 

 

 

Alucard sneezed quietly in his chambers and slightly glared at the roof made of stone. Her room was right above his, and the bathroom wasn't too far off…not to mention the shower had just been turned on once again. He didn't really believe in such myths, and he didn't know too much about Japanese myths at that…just because he could fly didn't mean he'd travel the world, when he was free, that is…It didn't really matter, he could always read her mind, now that he had a taste of her blood.

 

 

The previous night made its way into his mind once again.

 

 

(Flash back)

 

 

Last night he'd traveled into Seras' room to find the girl asleep on the floor, an old book as her makeshift pillow.

 

 

Now, Alucard is and never was much a romantic guy, nor was he a very parental person…not since many ages ago, but that was beside the point. The vampire decided he would heft the girl into her bed (the covers were already pulled back), and set her down…He was just doing her a favor, though, he wasn't a very favorable man either. The reasons as to why he did it, was lost on him. So to keep the whole thing from bothering him, he told himself that it was because he was curious about the book underneath her head.

 

 

After his `favor' was done, Alucard made his short way back to the ancient looking…journal…? The thought made it less appealing, he could just read her mind if he was that interested…but then again, she didn't seem like the type of girl to actually write in a diary.

 

 

Something caught his eye about the journal.

 

 

The diary was older than it looked, on the cover of the old thing there was some random writing…a name, Sir John Williams. That unique style of writing looked a hell of a lot familiar than the name did.

 

 

Suddenly the snoozing girl behind him started to shuffle around in her bed, and her heart beat started to pick up as well. So, rather than get another useless berating from his master Alucard decided it would be best for his curiosity to wait, even if it was just some random nightmare. With an irritated look in his eyes Alucard turned around and set the book on her nightstand. That way, it would look like Walter had put her in the bed.

 

 

(End of Flash Back)

 

 

One of the most annoying things about it was that he never cared before about things…such as getting yelled at. No, that wasn't why he waited…In fact, for once he didn't know why he was acting so strange around the girl.

 

 

`Perhaps it's because she looks so much like…' Alucard frowned at the thought of that certain person. That was his weaker point.

 

 

With an irritated growl Alucard got of out his royal antique chair. The vampire strode through the large eerier bluish glow of his chambers and continued towards the stairs that lead to upper floors of the large estate…perhaps he'd scare a few maids to blow off some steam, though, he'd much rather blow some heads off of FREAKS to relieve himself…but scaring some maids was all he had to do for the time being, that was, until he got to the police girl's room.

 

 

The journey to her bedroom wasn't anything special, and there were no maids around to scare. To make matters worse, when he arrived on the second floor he could smell the body soap Seras used. Alucard stood silently on the second level of the mansion enjoying the sweet flowery scent she used.

 

 

There was a sudden noise to his right, the bathroom being on the left side of him and the stair case behind him, police girl's room right in front of him…and Integra's room to the right…which is where the sound originated from. Without looking in the direction of the sound, Alucard merely grinned and stood his ground.

 

 

“You're not as sneaky as you once were, Walter.” Alucard turned his head as he directed his attention to the old butler.

 

 

“I wasn't sneaking, Integra has just awoken and wished for me to get her some clothes for the day…if I really wanted to `sneak' around, you wouldn't have noticed.” Walter replied with a chuckle.

 

 

“Besides, Lord Alucard, what are you doing during the day wondering around the mansion…? Looking for ways to annoy Sir Integra, or looking for maids to scare off?” Walter pushed off the wall he'd been leaning against.

 

 

“Does it really matter, Little Angel…?” Alucard smirked at his old friend and chuckled himself.

 

 

“Heh, we both know I am no longer `little'. Though the name brings back good memories…and if you're looking for Miss Victoria, she's in the restroom right now.” Walter started towards the staircase Alucard was near, but stopped when he heard the vampire speak lowly.

  

 

“Who couldn't tell she was showering from the strong shampoo she uses, the thing has such a strong and exotic smell.” Alucard knew the butler had heard his small words, and he didn't particularly care what the old man thought about his out of character comment…Him and Walter had a weird bond, which meant he knew the man wouldn't say a word to Alucard or to any other person about it. With that, Walter was down the stairs and around the corner.

 

 

“I'll always wonder why he's so sprightly…humans.” Alucard smirked, what could he say? It was almost like the man never aged on the inside…only on the outside. With an irritated look Alucard continued to the girl's room.

 

 

 

 

Once the sneaky vampire was inside the room he quickly scanned around, trying to spot the book he'd wanted to know more about. It looked so familiar…

 

 

Alucard didn't need to look hard for the journal for it was resting in the same spot he'd left it. `So the police girl didn't feel the need to hide her new found treasure,' Alucard thought with a large grin. With a quick step towards the nightstand, Alucard swooped one gloved hand down and snatched the book up. Since the girl would most likely not forget about the book and want to read it later, he would just sit on her bed and read until he heard her walking down the hallway.

 

 

Alucard opened the book slowly, not wanting to damage any pages that were already damaged from the years. The handwriting looked vaguely familiar, something from his past. Right before he was branded the Hellsing family servant…Who's writing was this? Alucard stared at some random page of the ancient journal and read some entries.

 

 

“April 1st, 1888

 

Jonathan is progressing very well and has completed his studies, he is on his way to take the test for his doctorate…However, I do feel very nervous about the boy becoming a doctor. His love and obsession for corpses is still very present. At first I thought it was something I had nothing to worry myself about. Though, now, I wonder if I've made a terrible mistake with the child…

 

 

He rarely listens to me, he runs off in the middle of the night and comes back with blood stained clothes. My wife hasn't discovered where I got him and she doesn't know about the blood, nor the corpses of small animals. If she were to find out, I fear she would leave me… Jonathan may want to seek a career in pathology, but we'll wait and see.

 

 

On a lighter note, I am having lunch with Queen Victoria and her daughter today, one of my old collogues with be attending as well. Dr. Van Hellsing, I met that man many years ago in school. It feels nice to see him once again after so long, I wonder what kinds of stories he'll have for me this time. I heard he's just returned from Romania recently after a long visit with his friends, if I dare call them that. I don't know what they are to him, but I wish to meet them at some point.

  

 

Like me, Dr. Van Hellsing is knighted. However, he's a part of the Royal Order of Protestant Knights, the twelve knights that handle…the darker sides of the world.

 

 

I must be off now to go meet with Dr. Hellsing.

 

 

Oh and I gave Jonathan a last name, Adams.

 

 

Alucard growled slightly and flipped a few pages, then continued to read.

 

 

April 4th, 1888

 

 

Jonathan didn't get his doctorate…and I fear for his sanity, he didn't return home last night. I have no idea what he could've done on his own…He hasn't returned yet, and I read on the morning newspaper that a woman was attacked last night. They still don't know if she'll survive…I know not of the details on her case or what attacked her…

 

 

August 10th, 1888

 

 

Four days ago Jonathan stole some of my medical instruments and left in the middle of the night…About two days ago I hear about another woman murdered…the other woman I mentioned before is dead as well. I haven't got the names of the poor girls yet…but I am afraid to even allow my family to leave the house without me. I fear there is a killer loose…Now I must go; there is telegram from Dr. Hellsing.

 

 

Alucard read the last bit of the old page right as he heard the bathroom door close and he felt the bond between him and his master tingle. The tall vampire quickly and quietly got up from his spot on the bed and set the book back on the nightstand. He could now hear Seras' small booted feet hitting the wooden floors as she made her way back to her room.

 

 

Just as the door knob started to turn, Alucard walked swiftly towards the wall and opened a dark portal. With one last glance at the book Alucard left the room.

 

 

 

 

Seras walked into her room, nothing looked different about it except for the fact that Walter had come into to make her bed, which put a smile to her face. She made her way towards the bed and sat down, continuing to dry her blond hair out with the damp towel. She'd never been one for blow dryers…

 

 

The girl quickly looked at the book; examining it for any trace of someone moving it…maybe she was being paranoid, but she didn't really want anyone reading it. With a sigh Seras closed her eyes and set the towel in her lap.

 

 

With one look at the small book Seras got up and put her towel away, then walked over to the mirror to quickly look over herself. `Okay, everything is in check.' She thought with a smirk, and then she glanced over at the clock on her desk and shrieked, it was five minutes past the time she was supposed to meet with the Wild Geese. Seras sloppily got ready (whatever else she needed) and left her room with such hurry she ran into the door on the way out.

 

 

“Ouch…” Seras rubbed her head and she flew down the stairs and ran past Walter, quickly saying a small hello and went out the front doors. Walter just stared at the closed door with a blank expression before letting out a small laugh.

 

 

 

 

Integra sat at her desk quietly smoking a cigar, looking over various papers of recent murders; trying to figure out which ones were FREAKS or just plain murders by ordinary humans. “Human…human…human…human…Ah, what's this…?” Integra pulled out a small photo attached to a white piece of paper. “Small child killed in dark alley way, child appears to be seven or eight. Two small puncture wounds on the right thigh, the sixth victim… This last one has the same MO as the last five victims.” Integra paused for a moment and put the paper down, “Sixth…?”

 

 

The blond woman sighed in frustration and pressed the button on her phone receiver, “Walter, I have something I need to share with you.”

 

 

Some crackle was heard from the other line and then a smooth voice was heard, “Yes, sir. I'll be there shortly.” With that the conversation and Integra removed the cigar from her mouth and set it in the ash tray to the right of her monitor. Suddenly the room felt slightly colder and the hairs on the back of her neck rose. “Alucard, I need you to take a look at something.”

 

 

“And I was just about to head to bed.” Alucard replied with a slightly irritated tone.

 

 

`Just about to go to bed…?' Integra turned her head towards the man and watched him carefully, but decided to not ask about what he was doing and get down to business. “Alucard, come here and take a look at this report…Would you say it's a FREAK?” Integra handed the report to the vampire and watched him look it over; she clasped her hands in front of her face as she waited for a response.

 

 

“If it is, then it's certainly a much more depraved piece of trash, I'd say…Is this his/hers first victim?

 

 

“It's their sixth victim so far, which means we have a serial killer. However, this is the first time I've heard of anything…and I'm waiting for Walter at the moment.” Integra grabbed her cigar once again and took a long drag from it.

 

 

“If that's all, then I'm going to sleep. It's daytime and I don't like the sun much, tell me more when you get more information.” Alucard quickly left her office, not waiting for a reply from his master. `Someone is in a bad mood today…I didn't even say he could leave.' Integra stared at the wall for a few seconds, a small glare set on her features until she heard a small knock at the door.

 

 

“Come in,” was all she said as she watched her butler come in. “Walter, did you see this report here?”

 

 

“I usually just hand the reports straight to you sir.” Walter looked at her in an almost confused manner.

 

 

“Well, there is a report here that says that there is a sixth victim of a killer who likes to leave puncture wounds on the victims. How come I didn't receive any information on the other five victims?” Integra gave Walter a strange look, not an accusing one, but a looked that said she was just as confused.

 

 

“Sir, I didn't look at the reports addressed to you, so if you didn't get any other information then I wouldn't have either.” Walter gave her a sincere look which told her he was telling the truth.

 

 

“Alright, stay here though; I may need your help. I'm going to call the police headquarters.” Integra picked up the phone and dialed the number, a number which she knew all too well.

 

 

“May I speak to the Deputy Commissioner, please? Thank you…” Integra looked at her computer monitor for a moment before going back to the phone call.

 

 

“Yes, Sir Patrick Hill, this is Sir Hellsing…I'm more than sure you know about me. I have a question about the string of murders, with the MO being two puncture wounds on the victim's thighs…How come I was never informed about this? Oh, is that right? Well, you will be handing this case over to us from here on out.”

 

 

“Yes. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a good day, Sir Hill.” Integra quickly hung up the phone and looked toward her butler.

 

 

“Sir, I could've made the phone call for you.” Walter smiled slightly.

 

 

“You could have, but you wouldn't have gotten anywhere. That man is very tricky; he wouldn't release information to you Walter…He'll think he's better than you, he's a bastard.” Integra let a small smile grace her lips as she looked at her. “Not that I lack confidence in your retrieving skills, it was just faster that way.”

 

 

“What do you wish me to do?” Walter asked kindly, he stood still as he waited for his orders.

 

 

“I want you to learn as much as you can about the children who were murdered, what were they doing, did the families see anything, such as a man or woman talking to the kids? Anything like that, I know you're not a detective…but I think you'd agree we don't want a FREAK running around killing children, much less humans…and the police can't do anything for this case without our help.” Integra said smoothly as she began to look at the report again.

 

 

“Yes sir.” Walter bowed and left the office.

 

 

 

 

Gun shots and explosions could be heard from the Hellsing manor as the newer troops trained.

 

 

Seras was currently hiding behind a tree…somehow this whole thing had turned into something like Hide `n' Go Seek, but with melee weapons (at least that was the game she and Pip were playing at the moment), though neither would hurt each other, they knew better than that. Sweat dripped down from her head down her smooth neck and to her the valley of her breasts. In fact, she was drenched in sweat from doing this all day. The sun had set about five minutes ago and she refused to give into the commander. If she lost she'd have to run around the training grounds in her underwear, if she lost he'd have to do it.

 

 

There was a small patch of pine trees that was within the grounds, like if they ever had to go into the forest alone or something. It was about 2 acres worth of forest scenery.

 

 

The blond slid down the tree and let her back rest against the bark. No one would find her here, the darkness was too thick and there was a bit of fog on the ground as well. She felt like she was in some sort of B movie made by Ed Wood. The news said it would be a little cold out tonight, but with all the running around and all the adrenaline rushing through her veins, she felt hot.

 

 

Without realizing it Seras let her guard down and felt her eyes get a bit heavy. The combat knife she had she put back in its holster on her belt for the time being. She lowered her head and let her chin rest on her chest.

 

 

Seras felt like someone was watching her but she paid no attention, she didn't hear anything nor did she feel any sort of presence…and she felt kind of tired.

 

 

However she didn't realize until it was too late that something was on the other side of the tree and that thing had moved so quickly that they now had her on the wet grass below, on her stomach. The person had her right arm twisted behind her and they sat on her legs. This person's free hand grabbed her left arm and held it above her head.

 

 

The person managed to move her around onto her back without hurting her arms…how they managed to do that was beyond her. The mystery being held her arms tightly above her head now, she still couldn't figure out how they did that. With just barely enough light from the moon above, Seras could make out that it was the vampire she'd met not too long ago. “Alucard…?” All the tiredness from before was now gone her head and from her voice.

 

 

The only thing that was very visible was his large white grin…which reminded her of the Cheshire cat at this moment in time…Lost in a forest and the grinning cat, well, vampire.

 

 

“Correct.” That was all that left Alucard's pale lips, his voice was like velvet to her ears…but all the while sounding very sinister.

 

 

 

 

A/N: I don't know if what I said before was mean or not, but I felt slightly offended…Anyhoo, don't hit me! I'm trying as best I can, and I'm not being lazy…okay, that's not the entire truth… I'm usually trying to think of how to put my chapter, erm, how to write it out. Which, for some reason I'm having difficulties with. But I've been trying to write this chapter out for quite some time. As well as Dance of the Dead…Recently someone stole my notebook, the one I like to keep all my little notes for my stories in. So I need a new one……Anyway, I realize how very frustrating it is to have a story you really like not update. Sorry about that, it makes me feel bad everyday. Just so you all know……I'm hoping, since the next chapter I have somewhat planned out won't take too long. OH! I said this in DOTD that I don't have any of my stories planned out and I'm basically pulling all of this outta my own ass as I go along. Heh…Sir John Williams isn't mine! And Sir Patrick Hill is just someone I randomly made up.

 

 

Please tell me what you think, I'm not sure if it's that good of a chapter or not. But I must admit I'm proud of my cliffy there…Until next time, my kiddies….