Angelic: Whoot! Time for my first fanfic!
Demonic: What's the point? *snores*
Angelic: *coughs* Of course, I'm here with Demonic, my co-author from I-Sold-My-Soul-For-A-Cookie
Demonic: The cookie wasn't worth it. T^T
Angelic: I do not own, I never will, so take your lawyers and hit the road.
~Tides of Change~Chapter 1~ by Angelic and Demonic~April 3 2011~
"Master, are you sure? I highly doubt-"
"This is what my Master commanded, Police Girl, she is the one paying for it."
"It just seems to be different than our usual missions...I mean, look at that! We have a house!"
Seras 'Police Girl'Victoria, in her usual, bubbly manner, clapped her hands together in a gleeful manner, a wide grin splitting her sweet face, vampire teeth barely there but there all the same.
Her 'Master', the self proclaimed Undead King, resisted the urge to sigh, glaring at her over the rims of his yellow goggles, gritting his teeth.
"Police Girl, could you please control yourself." He spat, straightening his fedora as the first drops of rain fell from the clouds above. "You are a Draculina, act like it."
She pouted, but instantly brightened as the moving van chugged to a halt in front of their 'house', a strict, brick building that looked out of place next to its more modern associates. Resisting the urge to sigh, Alucard followed his happy fledgling into the building, wondering how she would react to the details of their mission.
For the last ten years, the Hellsing Organization had been keeping a tight watch on an American family, who seemingly moved at random and kept enrolling and re-enrolling their 'children' into local high schools. Integra had finally decided to send him and the Police Girl to prove their suspicions, which would involve a lengthy, year long mission, in which he would be playing he role of an Undertaker and Seras a high school student.
He was not one bit pleased.
It was bad enough that he had to fight that Vatican dog every corner he took, but now he had to play house?
It was shameful even thinking about it.
"Look Master! We even have a pool!"
But...If it kept his beloved fledgling happy, he could...abide by it, for at least a while.
He sniffed as he entered the main room, the residue of years of human life still lingering in the corners, their memories and scents pressed deep into the walls.
The place hadn't been modernized in the least, the bathroom and kitchen basic at best and only a plug-in found in each room. And, slowly but surely, Alucard found himself warming up to the place.
"Mon doux! Je pleure pour vous tous les soirs! Je vais chanter des chansons douces pour vous tout en regardant les étoiles! Ne m'oubliez pas!"
The idiotic Frenchman's voice reached his pondering mind in harsh screeches as he attempted to woo his fledgling. Gritting his teeth, he spun, red coat snapping as he stomped towards the door, wrenching the mortal from his Police Girl's chest.
Taking the all to clear warning, the Frenchman blew a final kiss, slamming the door on the van as he and the rest of the mercenaries prepared themselves for the long trip back to England.
Good riddance.
"Aw, Master, no need to be jealous, Pip is just a friend!"
"Friend my undead-"
"Uh-uh, remember? You lost to Walter, no swearing for a decade."
Cursing profusely (in his mind), Alucard glowered at her, red eyes glinting.
"Come, fledgling, it is time for bed. You have school in the morning."
Ignoring her indignant squeak, he transported to their room, leaving her with a ghostly chuckle. This just might prove to be fun.
"But I don't wanna go to school!" Seras whined, stomping her foot. It wasn't fair! She would be the one doing all the work while Alucard just sat back and relaxed! No doubt laughing about it all day.
"It is our Master's orders, so you will be going to school, Seras." Alucard snarled, tossing the baby-blue backpack at her unceremoniously, hitting her square in the face. "I'm not to happy about this either."
Rubbing her smarting nose, she glared. "Its not like you have to anything."
His ungoggled eyes narrowed dangerously as he opened the fridge, fetching himself his second blood pack in the past five minutes, making it his twentieth since their awakening at six a.m.
"I have to go to work." he snapped, moving past her. "I'll be back at four."
She heard the unmistakeable crack of broken wood as he slammed the door a tad to hard, and his muffled curses all the way down the street.
Yep, Master did not do well with lack of sleep. He was like a bear in winter.
Yawning again, she picked up her pack from its slumped position at her feet, nervously straightening her blue blouse. It felt strange not to be dressed in her normal outfit, after having employed it for so long, and the civilian shirt and blue jeans felt out of place.
But, oh well.
Humming happily to herself, Seras bounced down the steps of her house, skipping the entire six blocks to the quaint school, blonde hair kept in place by a bandana and numerous clips, the wind still tugging at it insitantly.
The school parking lot was full, and Seras mentally congratulated herself on deciding to walk, the teeming students and cars making an impassable barrier.
"So, you must be the new kid, from London, right?"
The sudden disturbance of her thoughts nearly sent her twelve feet in the air as she whirled to face a bright, blonder hair boy, his hair spiked into neat, orderly rows.
. Its Cloud Strife!
Stomping down on her inner FF7 fan, Seras flashed the boy a blinding smile, holding out her hand.
"Hi!" she chirped, "I'm Seras Victoria, nice to meet you."
"You too," the boy grinned, gaze lower than it should been causing Seras to blush with rage. "I'm Mike Newton."
"Well, it was a pleasure, Mike," she forced out, resisting the urge to cover herself, maybe her Master could deal with the brat later. "But I'm late for Biology."
"Oh, hey, that's my next class too, I can walk you there!" Mike smiled, eyes still to low. "I'm just waiting for some of my friends."
Mentally groaning, Seras sighed, wondering how, in the first five minutes of being in an American school, she had been stuck with another Pip, albeit a less interesting one.
She just hoped that this wasn't a sign of a completely horrid year.