Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Through The Looking Glass ❯ Dreams and New Weapons ( Chapter 10 )

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. Though, Jonathan Adams and Patrick Hill are mine, Sir John Williams is not mine…He's an actually person, I just need to borrow him for the story. And both new guys are mine.

 

 

A/N: PLEASE READ!

 

This chapter will focus on several things, one I can not tell you about…However, the others will be like this, Alucard's past…also, I know in the manga it says that Dracula invaded London in 1898, however, for my story to work, we're going to have to pretend he did it in about….1889, is that alright? And his experiments have lasted three years so far (you'll know what I mean), that will make it 1892… Well, it's going to have to be… the relationship between Alucard and Seras…which keeps getting stronger, confusing, but stronger…Another thing, there will be no Dark Walter, considering I love him too much to do that…and it wouldn't fit…as hot as he may be…Yeah, I have a Walter fetish. :p Walter will remain the kind old man he is earlier in the manga. Okay? Oh and Van Hellsing with have to have a German-ish accent…because even though I'm Dutch, I can't do the accent properly (Alucard's accent will be as it is in manga, just pretend he has the accent). Also…this is going to be a VERY long chapter, longest yet…hope you don't mind. But it will be broken up into two parts…sorry. I'll get working on the next one right away!

 

 

Anyway, Enjoy!

 

 

 

The morning rays from the sun shined through the large wine colored curtains in Integra's office. Her butler went over to the windows and revealed the morning view with a tired smile on his face. After all that was done he went about bringing in a silver cart that looked as though it was made for a queen, there was a serving dish with the breakfast on it, and it remained covered until the Hellsing heiress came to eat while doing her paperwork…which she often did.

 

Just as the Angel of Death was pouring the steamy hot tea into one of the fancy cups Integra walked in looking as though she was almost to worn-out to walk. Walter said nothing of the dark circles under her eyes. “Sir, everything is done and…perhaps you should eat before you start any paper work,” Walter said sweetly.

 

“That's sound good, but I would still like to read over some of those papers…Old habits die hard.” Integra gave her butler a small smile and sat down with a sigh.

 

The blond ate quietly and let Walter give himself a cup of tea and look over the papers as well. It was nice having him around her; she never really thought of him as a butler… Then again it was hard to think of him like that when he could instantly turn into a killing machine when the time was right then offer you tea. Though, he always seemed like a step father for her, he'd always been there for her…or perhaps he was like those cool uncles you sometimes get who don't act like uncles at all and act more like really best friends.

 

After they were done with their tea and Integra was finished with her food, she suddenly spoke up. “Walter…in your opinion, what do you think is wrong with Alucard?” the platinum blond said just barely above a whisper but loudly enough for her friend to hear.

 

“Well…Sir Integra…Alucard has been ridiculed for what he is, not that it bothers him much as you can see, but to have someone that he doesn't know and also doesn't fear him, Miss Victoria that is, around is probably rather unnerving. He's lived for so long and just about everyone in his life feared him. If I were him and I have some stranger come into my life and not dread me for once in my life…I think that it would upset me too, but since Lord Alucard has too much pride he won't admit to such things…especially not to someone like you, Sir Integra…He sees you as an equal, and he doesn't want to be weak in front of anyone……Though, I'd say he should get off his high horse and just admit it to himself.” Walter sighed after his long yet strange explanation.

 

Integra looked thoughtful for a moment. “Walter…what do you think he needs to admit to himself?”

 

Walter looked at his employer for a moment wondering if she could some how be jealous…but the look on her face seemed more like she was worried about her “weapon's” well-being more than anything else. But as soon as her worrisome expression appeared it was wiped from her face in a matter of seconds.

 

“Unfortunately, I can't answer that question…He's the only one who knows why he's so upset,” Walter lied. He didn't want to include the police girl in the conversation too much since she was sort of the center of attention, but not in a good way.

 

The Angel of Death decided to change the subject. “There hasn't been news just yet about the family tree, though the boy that went missing along side Valerie Carven, Troy Clayworth, was last seen looking for his roommate Miss Carven who'd disappeared at eight A.M. People that witnessed this say that he'd lost her while doing several errands around the neighborhood. The people that knew him also say that he even showed a picture of her around. Then around ten A.M. in the morning he'd disappeared without a trace. He has yet to turn up, no body and no evidence of him anywhere. Dogs were given his scent and it didn't help the matters…they found nothing. The local police plan to give up if they cannot find the boy in the next twenty-four hours…” Walter read off of one of the papers he was holding.

 

Integra gave him an odd look. “Was it sunny or cloudy that day Walter?”

 

“I believe it was rather cloudy the day he went missing, along with the girl. However, it did not rain that day. In fact, if I remember correctly, there were just some angry looking clouds…and they lasted for about five hours, lasting from seven A.M. to noon,” said the man who could've been a meteorologist, but preferred to hunt down monsters instead.

 

The heiress regarded him again. “Are these your notes from the news, plus your own notes from the constable database, Walter?” Integra asked with a smile.

 

The old devilish grin came to his face as he replied, “A little from column A, a little from column B.

 

“Also, Rip Van Winkle informed me that Miss Victoria knew the two teenagers…Should we ask her about it?” Walter questioned while still looking over the paper.

 

“Yes, call her and tell her to be in my office as soon as possible,” Integra replied right after taking a sip of her cooling tea.

 

Walter got up and set the paper down on the desk next to his employer, “Yes sir.” The butler said softly and left her alone to do what she needed to.

 

The police girl woke up to a soft knock at her door. “Miss Victoria…? Are you alright in there?” came the voice of the main butler and former vampire hunter…the man who was clouded in mystery to Seras.

 

“Oh yes, I'm fine…just couldn't sleep last night. Please give me a moment to dress…and thank you Walter for waking me!” Seras replied groggily.

 

“Sir Integra wishes to see you about something rather important, please report in soon. I'll inform her that you are getting prepared….also, Miss Victoria…I have something I want to show you as well…” Walter said through the door, the last sentence made her feel once again like a child on Christmas morning.

 

She would've replied, but figured the man left, considering he'd much more important things to do at that time, she was sure.

 

While jumping out of her bed, imitating some sort of monkey, she got right to business…but stopped short when she realized that she was in nothing but her black underwear…Dear god, Walter wouldn't do something like this and Pip didn't have the key to the lock on her door. She was just about to scream when she realized that Alucard removed her clothes sometime right before the morning came…The unofficial uniform she'd been wearing was covered in blood and so was her new jacket. She instantly grabbed a light blue T-shirt and some jeans.

 

Maybe he was apologizing for the night before—oh who was she kidding, he didn't seem like the type of vampire to bitch one night and come crying back the next, much less apologize…The vampire was so confusing that it made her head hurt.

 

Enough thinking about the slumbering monster below her, time for the showers and then…a quick talk with Walter. “Shouldn't take too long,” Seras said to herself as she went about the room throwing clothes around trying to find something to wear as her `uniform'.

 

She quickly found something to throw on after her shower and whipped around to run out of the room…but tripped over some of the clothes she'd thrown on the ground and landed on the floor, hard. The cup that was thrown at Alucard the night before was scattered on the shiny wooden floor, the exact spot her upper body was falling towards. She landed on the floor… Her forearms had several large pieces of glass embedded in them, scarlet blood began to drip down her pale flesh, however the glass held the rest of the blood in place…that was until she would have to pull them out.

 

“Fuck!” Seras cried out in agony, luckily she managed to keep her head above the ground before she hitting it.

 

No one seemed to hear the commotion and she was left alone to remove the glass. Not even the vampire came to see her like he would do if she was bleeding…Was he still mad at her? If so, that was his own problem, he'd almost stolen her first kiss yesterday and kept coming into her room whenever.

 

`Still…' Seras felt really alone right now, not only was her arms bleeding and probably going to get worse, she felt bad for throwing something like glass at the man clad in red.

 

The blond began to remove one of the bigger pieces from her flesh and hissed at the pain…she was half expecting the midian to come waltzing in there to lick her wounds…After about a half hour of crying out in pain, almost giving up and bleeding to death (though she doubted that could happen), she finally got all the glass pieces out. As she predicted blood began to spew out from the disgusting wounds.

 

Now that the fear of the pieces of glass grinding against her bones and various other vital things were out of her mind, Seras slowly stood up and made her way to the door. She was able to open the door and walk out into the hallway and almost ran into Walter. “Miss Victoria I was just about to get—oh dear god! Wait here and I'll get some bandages!” Walter quickly ran towards his little stash of first aid supplies.

 

Seras wasn't in any real danger, she even doubted that it hit anything important…but she was starting to feel dizzy and right before she lost consciousness she thought to herself, `How in the hell does an old man move so fast?' She didn't feel the floor hit her; in fact she didn't realize she was actually falling.

 

 

Eerie purplish fog floated along the ground of Alucard's chambers, a bluish light came from the candles along his walls. Everything was very calm and so was the room's occupant. The nosferatu remained inside his coffin until his strength and…well, patience returned. He never did dream after he was born into his un-life…but something was different.

 

(Alucard's dream, Year 1892)

 

He felt like a dog chained by the neck being pulled along the path that his new master chosen…though it felt like that didn't make it so, he walked quietly behind the professor trying his best not to cry out in pain. The new gloves were like an onslaught of needles going into his flesh and never stopped. The pain would be something he'd have to get used to. Though it would be hard to do, he would manage. For the time being he just really wanted to rip the gloves off and run into the night.

 

The other symptoms of this new way of living, was a constant headache from all the voices and screams of the people he'd killed and having what seemed like a split personality. His body didn't exactly listen to him all the time. Sometimes he'd scratch himself for no reason and he couldn't remember some things some times. And it was all because of those brainless experiments on him by the vampire hunter…as much respect as he had for the old man, the professor still managed to get under his skin.

 

One of the other annoying things was that Sir Hellsing had told him to keep his hair in front of his face as much as possible to hide his ruby colored orbs…which he thought was ridiculous considering he could just wear glasses. Van Hellsing told him that he was working on getting a `specific type' of glasses for the vampire. The clothes that the vampire was wearing was a leather outfit that resembled something Renfield was wearing the last time Vlad saw him, but it was black and had many more buckles on it. Though, he had a modern day charcoal colored jacket to cover most of that to avoid as much suspicion as possible.

 

So here he was, walking rather late at night (which wasn't unusual for him) following his `doctor' around London with his long raven hair mostly covering his eyes. Vlad had heard about some random killings in the area that he was currently walking in, but he'd heard that happened quite some time back, a few years perhaps…It was very possible that was the professor's plan all along, to get his new pet to attack the killer. Vlad was getting distracted with the people walking by, though there were very few people at that…So he decided to focus on the crimson colored rider's coat Sir Hellsing loved to wear around, and that hat…Actually, Vlad kind of liked the old man's attire, the clothing was in his favorite color and it looked very `classy'.

 

“Count, you vill haf to work on your accent,” the professor said while looking over his shoulder at Vlad.

 

Vlad slowly looked at the old man's azure orbs, though Vlad decided to kept quiet.

 

Sir Hellsing narrowed his blue eyes at the vampire. “Servant, it ist almost time for you to show me your new skills,” Van Hellsing said with a sinister smile. Vlad only glared at the man in red.

 

“What makes you think I'll bow my head to you, sir?” The vampire hissed out his response.

 

The man in front of the vampire laughed whole heartedly, and wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. That laugh made Vlad cringe, not because it was a horrible chuckle or anything…it just annoyed him that the man would laugh at such a question…and the vampire didn't find it too funny.

 

“Those gloves you are vearing…I'm sure they bring a great deal of twinge, the gloves tie your soul to my bloodline, No Life King. Meaning, that you vill listen to all my orders, und the orders from my descendants,” Sir Hellsing replied while shifting the crimson fedora on his head so he could get a better look at the castle they were approaching.

 

After the few moments of silence they arrived at their destination, Queen Victoria's castle.

 

Vlad lifted his head to smell the air, the scent of old blood was emitting from the castle, calling to him. He felt so weak from the pain in his hands. The damned gloves felt like they were draining him of all his strength. The midian began to walk slowly towards the castle and stride past his master; the way he waltzed was much like the way a ghoul would walk.

 

“Count, you vill stay by my side until I give you other orders,” Van Hellsing said sternly.

 

Vlad hissed in pain and looked at his hands in anger and pain. It seemed that if he didn't do as he was told then the gloves burn into his skin…not that having a master was such a bad thing, he just didn't fancy the idea of having a chain around his neck at all times…so to speak.

 

“We haf a meeting with the Queen, follow me, vampire.” The vampire hunter walked right past his pet almost kneeling in pain. However, the vampire quickly realized that his master was leaving and he was going to be left behind. Vlad gritted his teeth and caught up with Sir Hellsing.

 

(Current time, Alucard's time)

 

The vampire's eyes shot open at the memory that had returned. He realized why Seras' blood tasted so familiar…but he also remembered who her great grandfather was…and that would create problems. Though he didn't have to tell Integra just yet, he would have to at some point…He could still torture the girl a bit more before saying anything.

 

Alucard slowly slid the top of his casket off and got out of his domain tiredly, his long dark hair fell into his face as he sat on the edge of his coffin. The vampire's ruby colored orbs scanned the room for the medical packet of blood. After spotting said medical blood, Alucard made his way towards his favorite chair and table. His jacket wasn't on, and his fedora and glasses were missing for the time being.

 

Alucard closed his eyes for a moment and frowned. “It is still day time then…?” he asked himself with irritation coating his voice. It meant that he couldn't really do anything just yet, and his powers weren't completely there…Nothing he could do, except to maybe scare the maids since they hadn't been dealt with in awhile…But that would always get so tiring. He'd stay still for awhile, until at least the sun was setting. He needn't wait long either, it was about forty-five minutes away.

 

The No Life King took a seat in the royal chair and grabbed the medical blood. He ripped the tip of the straw-like tube off of the bag and began to drink much like a child would from a juice box. `I wonder what her next mission will be like…' Alucard thought and began to grin sadistically.

 

 

Seras awoke sitting against the wall that separated her room and the hallway, Walter was holding her arms out looking over the new bandages he'd put on. The deadly butler noticed the Police Girl's awaking and smiled warmly at her. “Sir Integra was told of what happened…Though we don't know why you had glass in your arms she said that the meeting can wait for a bit. Shall I get Lord Alucard to lick your wounds?” Walter grinned cruelly at the now blushing girl.

 

“I—uh, didn't know Alucard did that whenever he was asked to…Oh god that didn't sound right.” Seras began waving her hands in front of her face but stopped when the sting of her cuts began to start. “Ouch.”

 

The Angel of Death chuckled at her innocence. “Well, let's go get you some pain killers, shall we?”

 

Walter helped the smaller girl to her feet and led her down the hallway to the kitchen. The kitchen was all white except for the counters which were made of dark colored marble that almost looked black. Everything looked as though it was put in fairly recently and refurbished. Seras took a look around while Walter went about looking for the pain killers. “Um Walter, I was wondering…Was this place rebuilt or something? Because when I first came here I saw construction trucks around.”

 

“Oh yes, that. We were attacked by Freaks, two in fact…One had quite the mouth on him and the other; well you'd have to ask Lord Alucard about that one. On with the story, these two men came strolling in here with a couple dozen ghouls and began killing our men, thus making our men into ghouls. As you can see we won the battle but lost the war, so to speak. We were at a disadvantage considering I am one of the only vampire hunters here. If Lord Alucard hadn't finished the other Freak off in the time he did, I'm afraid we'd be done for. Would you mind sitting on the counter, please?” Walter opened a cabinet filled with medical supplies. The police girl did as she was told and hopped onto the counter she had been leaning against.

 

The blond couldn't help but smirk. “So Walter, does this mean you have some sort of awesome strength that you use to protect Sir Integra?”

 

“Let's just say Alucard and I had some good times together, back in the day,” Walter finished with a light laugh.

 

“So you can handle a gun? You have to show me some time!” Seras said excitedly.

 

“I can do that, in fact…right after this pain killer I'm going to give you I'll take you to the training grounds to show you…Sir Integra is quite the busy person today, so taking you to her now would be a waste of time.” Walter beamed at the woman sitting on the counter next to him.

 

“Alright Miss Victoria, since you would like to see my aim and you need to train today, I'm going to give you a shot with pain killers so we don't have to wait long before your pain disappears and you're more comfortable,” Walter said while pulling out a syringe and set it next to the blond.

 

“Funny thing, Walter, I can kill ghouls pretty easily and be stabbed by a strange priest and yet here I am scared of needles.” Seras wanted to rub the back of her neck like she usually did when she was edgy, but her arm was in a great deal of pain so she kept it still.

 

Walter lifted up her sleeve on her short sleeved shirt, then grabbed alcohol towels and started to rub them on her upper arm. He smiled at her once he grabbed the syringe; his purple eyes told her he was sorry.

 

The blond gripped the counter so hard that her knuckles began to turn white. After only about a second Walter quickly removed the needle and let her sleeve fall back into place. The butler rubbed the spot in a fatherly way.

 

“Wonder how many times you're going to see me bleed today, eh Walter? And…it already feels a lot better, thank you.”

 

Seras noticed to refrigerators. `There can't possibly be that many people living in this house…?' The blond looked at Walter with a quizzical expression, just at that moment the butler made eye contact with her and noticed her expression.

 

“What?”

 

“It's just that…you have two refrigerators, is there that many people residing here?” Seras asked while Walter made his way back to the cabinet to put away the supplies and throw away the needle and towels.

 

Walter chuckled again at the woman. “Well no. You see we don't let Lord Alucard go around killing people on a regular basis, though I'm more than sure he would love to. That fridge holds the medical blood that people have donated. He is given that instead of going out and hunting…He complains about the `cold' taste sometimes.”

 

Seras' cobalt eyes went wide as she stared at the fridge in horror. “There's blood in there?!”

 

Walter was greatly amused at her reaction and laughed once again. “Don't worry; it doesn't touch your food. I even wash my hands before handling your and Sir Integra's food after giving Lord Alucard his meal.”

 

Seras still looked a bit unnerved about the whole thing but decided not to think about it since she didn't have to drink it, nor did she have to go into those cold chambers of Alucard's and give it to him. `Just give him the blood, not anything else. Not that I was thinking that—why am I arguing with myself inside my own mind…?' she thought with a blank look but snapped out of her thoughts when Walter snapped his gloved fingers in front of her face. She blushed at the older man and smiled brightly. “Sorry, I was thinking of something.”

 

“Obviously, now follow me,” Walter said with amusement.

 

The training grounds looked the same as usual with sweating mercenaries running around training like they usually did. The grass was a beautiful shade of jade and the sun shined over it nicely, making it look like something you'd only see in the countryside of England.

 

“Miss Victoria, I have a few presents for you. That is, if you want to call them presents.” Walter walked into one of the changing rooms near what looked like to be a bathroom, then shortly came back with a small black box in hand. He opened it with a devilish grin and handed it to her. “The Hellsing Official Uniform for you…it took me a bit to get ready since the other soldiers have a different design. There will be more on the way after this, considering I think only one of these would get ruined…rather quickly, in my opinion. Also meet me in the firing range after you've changed into the new outfit. You can use this restroom to change and I'll get your soiled clothes after we're done with our training session.” Walter smiled sweetly at the blond and left her to get changed into her new outfit.

 

Just as she was walking into the restrooms she heard a very familiar French accent.

 

“`Ey girl, ozer `ere!” Pip yelled across the field and walked swiftly towards the blond girl.

 

Seras slowly turned around and smiled at her perverted friend. “Hello captain.”

 

“What do you `ave zere?” Pip looked at the black box with a lop-sided grin.

 

“It's the new uniform that I'll have to wear. In fact I'm going to go change now and meet with Walter. Have you seen it yet?” Seras questioned curiously.

 

“Yeah, I `ave, and I'm sure you'll like it too,” Pip replied with amusement twinkling in his hazel eye. He was trying his best not laugh at her, and she could tell.

 

“I'll be back…” The blond walked away from her captain feeling as though she should get angry. `Oh god, what kind of uniform did Walter make? I'm hoping he's not a pervert too…'

 

After a few moments fiddling with all the buttons to her yellow uniform, Seras looked at herself in the small mirror provided to the soldiers. “Oh shite.” She could only see her breasts and nothing else below her waist but she could tell that it was very short…almost too short. The outfit was rather tight and showed off her womanly attributes.

 

Seras left the bathroom with a red face. She never noticed the scarlet pair of eyes watching her through the mirror, then the smooth voice that followed. “What an interesting choice of clothing, Little Angel…” Alucard said to himself with a chuckle and walked out of the mirror.

 

Seras was greeted by cat calls and whistles. Some of them even said thing like, “Oh yeah baby!” and “Would you sit on my lap without any underwear please?!” were shouted around the crowd of Hellsing members.

 

Just when things might seem like they would get worse there was a gunshot and the men stopped instantly thinking that their boss had come outside.

 

“I would advise all of you to continue training and leave Miss Victoria alone. I have much work to do and so very little time,” Walter said firmly while holding a pistol in one hand, and the other hand was resting against his side…and there was that smirk again.

 

All the men mumbled various curse words and started to get back to work.

 

Seras smiled brightly at Walter. “Thank you!” She yelled and walked quickly over to her savior.

 

“Come on now, I need to train you and then get Sir Integra her dinner,” the Angel of Death said while starting to walk past Seras and towards the shooting range…which she just realized was in fact behind her, she quickly turned around and followed the butler.

 

Getting to the firing range only took about two minutes from where they were and they arrived just as the sun was no longer visible and the moon hung low in the night sky.

 

The shooting range wasn't anything special. It was mostly painted a shade of gray and the floor was made of cement. There were nine stalls all in all.

 

“Alright Miss Victoria, this is the new weapon I've made for you,” Walter said while handing her a gun similar to Alucard's Jackal. They were just about the same except for the colors, his was black and hers was silver and very much smaller than his, and instead of words engraved on the side she had the code of arms imprinted into the sides of her gun. “As you can see, this looks a lot like Alucard's favorite toy, the Jackal, except that gun is too much for you to handle. But I thought you would like something similar to his…since he's always teasing you. Packed with similar bullets but with less power, it was custom-made for you,” Walter finished with an evil smirk.

 

Seras picked up the weapon and looked it over. “It's kind of heavy…but I like it a lot, thank you Walter! Also, which stall is mine for the night?”

 

“Stall six is the one we'll be using. Come on.” The butler walked right into the stall and reached for her gun. “May I?”

 

Seras handed him the gun with a curious beam. Walter grabbed the gun and prepared the target. The Angel of Death took aim and fired a few rounds quickly, then brought the target back.

 

“You see Miss Victoria, the police aren't trained to fire their guns in high stress situations. You were trained to handle the situation and control it. Only use your gun if necessary, but with the creatures we hunt we have to aim for the heart or head. In your last mission involving ghouls I believe you got lucky and managed to put the ghoul out of its misery. You need to be ready for any situation. However, no one knows how to shoot someone in the head, it usually just happens by luck since the person firing the gun usually isn't in the right state of mind. That is why I am here, though my weapon of choice isn't a gun…” Walter said while handing her back the unusual gun.

 

“What is your weapon of choice?” Seras questioned with great curiosity shining brightly in her azure eyes.

 

Walter remained quiet as wires came from his hand and wrapped themselves around her new gun, slightly tugging at it. Seras looked down in amazement. “Wow Walter, where in the bloody hell did you learn that?”

 

The Angel of Death retracted his gleaming wires and closed his lilac eyes with a sigh.

 

Then what seemed like an echo was heard through the room. “Yes, Little Angel, where in the world did you learn that neat little trick?” Alucard's voice came from the gray wall behind them and said vampire slowly emerged from a black portal, his usual attire was on and so was his impression of the Cheshire cat's grin.

 

“Some things are better left unsaid, vampire,” Walter replied to Alucard with an equally wicked looking grin.

 

Alucard decided to drop the subject and look at the Police Girl's new gun with a frown. “Wonder where that idea came from, Walter,” the nosferatu stated with something close to resentment.

 

Walter just smiled again and changed the subject to something else, much like the vampire did. “It's getting late Alucard, why don't you find some maids to scare. I really need to train Miss Victoria before she goes on another mission.”

 

“Oh…I can train her Walter. Why don't you go take a break and serve Sir Integra? I can handle teaching a human how to be less stressful in that type of situation,” Alucard said while leaning against the wall he'd just come through, the smirk back again on his face.

 

Walter sighed happily and smiled warmly at the vampire. “That would be a great help, Alucard, show her how to use the gun and whatever else you feel is necessary.” With that the old friend of Alucard's left the shooting range.

 

“Whatever is necessary, huh?” The midian glanced over at the police girl who looked like she wanted to die, so to speak.

 

“I don't mind you training me, but please keep it professional.” Seras said irritably. The vampire narrowed his eyes a little bit at the girl but didn't say anything as he approached her.

 

“Turn and face the target, also aim for it,” Alucard ordered firmly. Seras did as she was told.

 

The vampire walked up to Seras and stood right behind her, his body molding with hers, Alucard's much longer arms ran along her pale ones and he wrapped his right gloved hand around her tiny hands. “This will make you lose focus, Police Girl. You need to learn how to focus on your suspect even when all kinds of distractions are around you…” Alucard whispered into the shell of her ear, letting his cold breath make her shiver slightly.

 

Seras tried desperately to focus on the target but the way he molded into her body perfectly wasn't helping matters. “Fire,” Alucard ordered huskily still trying to distract her.

 

Alucard lowered his orange tinted glasses to look at the target. “You missed. Try again, Police Girl.”

 

The vampire lowered his hands and put them on her hips but kept his head right near her ear. She seemed more at ease, that can't be good. White pearly fangs elongated out of Alucard's mouth and he began to suck on her earlobe. He let the sharpness of his fangs graze her skin. He stopped for a moment when she gasped.

 

`Why the hell am I not smacking him?! My face must look like a tomato right now! What do I do?!' Seras thought frantically but didn't move an inch, even though her heart was beating a mile a minute.

 

“Calm down, your heart beat is as loud as any drum and its hurting my ears.” Alucard lied, he liked the sound of her heart beat, but she really didn't need to know that. “Now fire,” the vampire whispered after letting go of her ear for a few moments. After he commanded her he began to suckle on the flesh again.

 

He kept his eyes on the target and saw that even though she couldn't particularly focus too well, she was still focused enough to hit the target in the head…That could've been a coincidence though. “Do it again and aim for that same spot exact spot.” This time he lowered his mouth to her neck and nibbled here and there.

 

Alucard noticed the tremor in her small hands when he attacked her neck. “Don't let me distract you.” The midian lifted his mouth from her neck for a moment to give her advice. The iciness of his breath hit the crook of her neck making the wet spot he'd made feel much colder and much more erotic.

 

Seras tried her hardest to not focus on the cold tongue swirling on her neck, as well as the fangs that could pierce her at any moment. She closed her azure eyes for a moment before snapping them back open and firing the gun. Alucard pulled away from her neck and took a step away from her then chuckled. “You certainly are getting better… However, my master is calling me and I must take my leave,” Alucard said almost sadly.

 

Seras turned around in time to see the vampire dissipate, she was almost expecting the last thing to disappear would be his sadistic grin, but the last thing to go was his ruby orbs which held pleasure in them…as well as something else, that one emotion she saw in his stunning eyes before. The blond sighed and pulled her new toy closer and held it against her chest, her chin resting on her chest as well.

 

The emergency phone to her right started to ring and made Seras snap out of her little daze and she grabbed the receiver swiftly.

 

“Agent Victoria, please report to my office immediately.” The Hellsing heiress' voice sounded very agitated over the phone, after she gave the order the older woman hung up the phone and the line went dead.

 

“Bullocks.” Seras put the phone back and made her way out of the firing range and out into the night. She was really wishing she could teleport like the vampire right about now…

 

As the blond ran across the field of the Hellsing estate she noticed the Wild Geese rounding up and Pip giving out orders…what the hell was going on here?

 

 

A/N: Nothing to say really, other than this…if you didn't read my A/N at the top, please do so. It's important to my story and the future of it…oh and please review…? This time, I promise the next chapter will be out ASAP. :-)