My first Hellsing fic. Woot. It's a bit ooc and such but oh well. Much thanks to Duchessraven who gave me ideas even without meaning too...Hellsing isn't mine though the kids are...um...yeah, enjoy and review!
She sprinted down the hallway, searching for a place to hide.
Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor behind her.
She dodged down the next corridor and found herself face-to-face with a dead end. Groaning, she pressed against the heavy metal door and squealed in surprise as it easily swung open.
"Seras!" She fell into the room, barely catching herself before she hit the ground.
"Miss Mari?" Seras Victoria stuck her head in the room after the girl, wondering why she had never noticed this room in the dungeons before. "Are you all right?"
Marisot pointed across the room at what she had just noticed.
A dried, wrinkled corpse that, if alive, seemed to have been a girl her age. Strips of cloth bound it as if in life it had been some kind of prisoner.
"Oh dear," Seras muttered, blinking at the corpse for a moment. "Come on, let's go get Master to take care of this."
Marisot clung to her on their way to find Alucard.
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Alucard stared at the corpse, uncharacteristically biting his tongue. Integra was at his side, lost in her own thoughts.
"Well?" Seras asked quietly, gently pushing young Marisot away from her mother.
"Police girl," Alucard ordered quietly, his voice unusually soft. "Get some blood."
"What's going on, Alucard?" Integra ordered, pulling the cigar from her mouth and crossing her arms.
Alucard knelt beside the corpse as Seras sprinted away towards her room. "You remember how you released me, master. It was only a matter of time."
"What?" She narrowed her eyes at his back, tapping the cigar anxiously against her wrist. "There's another?"
He made no move or sound, simply stared at the corpse until Seras appeared in the doorway again with a bag of medical blood.
"Marisot," he whispered as Seras tried to hand the blood to him.
The girl came forward cautiously, not sure what was going on.
Alucard ripped open the bag and handed it to the girl, instructing her to give it to the corpse.
Cautiously, she crept forward until the blood drizzled down the corpse's chin.
Suddenly, the corpse's arms broke free from the bonds and grabbed the bag of blood, startling Marisot away from it.
As she drank, the corpse began to look more and more alive.
"Carrigan."