"Welcome to a city that'll bring you to your knees
It'll make you beg for more, until you can't even breathe
Your blindfold is on tight, but you like what you see
So follow me into the night, because I got just what you need
We're all rollin' down the boulevard, full of pimps and sharks
It's a motherfuckin' riot, we've been dying to start
You better grab a hold because now you know you're falling apart
You thought these streets were paved in gold
but they're dirty and dark
Been to hell!
I can show you the devil!
Down you fell
Can't hold yourself together!
Soul to sell
Down here you live forever!
Welcome to a world where dreams become nightmares!"
- "Been To Hell" by Hollywood Undead.
"Wake up in the morning feeling like P-" A hand fiercely slammed down on the alarm clock, probably breaking it in the process. If I hear that bloody song in the morning one more time… Seras sat up straight on her bed, rubbing out any "sleep goo" from her eyes and stretched out her body in a cat manner. Immediately she felt the heat wave hit her partially naked body. As it did she started fanning herself with her hand. Fuck this heat… She ruffled her blonde hair that was sticking out in almost every direction and wiped the perspiration that cooled her forehead off.
London has been having a rough summer. It didn't help the police that were working double hours. Running around in the blasted heat all day and most of the night, which didn't even protect them from the heat that should of left with the sun that settled down hours earlier. Seras knew it would be a busy day, being a police woman is a tough job.
Seras dragged herself out of bed and put on some shorts, other wise she'd be walking around her apartment with only a tube top and panties. On the back of her underwear read 'Get some', a private joke she and her best friend had. The blonde walked sluggishly into the kitchen and opened the fridge, letting the cool breeze cool down her burning body. What times is it? She glanced her half shut eyes to the clock on the microwave that blinked repeatedly 6:00 a.m. Ugh! It's too early! Seras shut the fridge and poured herself some cold coffee that was still in the pot from yesterday. She didn't care if it was that old. Coffee was still coffee and she wasn't a waster.
The blonde walked into her small living room and clicked play on her voicemail machine that had two messages. She sat down on the couch, sipped her old coffee and opened yesterdays newspaper she didn't get to read.
"Hey Seras it's John." Seras snorted and commented out loud, "No, really? I couldn't tell by the sound of that annoying voice."
The message continued, "Look I know I screwed up…bad. Though can you really blame me? I'm a guy. Anyway, you had a right to try your best to hurt me." The voice gave a slight laugh, "Your lucky you didn't hurt me too much kitty. But I'm willing to forgive you and I'll be glad if you to take me back. Call me back babe."
Seras mouth was literally hanging open. "Lying bastard! I tasered you till you pissed yourself!" Great, I'm talking to a machine. She was about to call him back to cuss him out till the other messaged played. "Ellooooooooo? Anyone one 'ome. Good morning Seraz! Zis iz your lovely partner in crime Pip Bernadotte, remember? Ze very irresistible man zat savez your azz all ze time? Well before I go on let me zay I bet I am after zat bastard of eh ex on ze machine and yes I am zat amazing zat I can tell ze future. Don't lizten to whatever he said." Seras smiled at her friend's reassuring voice. Pip was her partner at MPD, Metropolitan Police District. They have been partners for five years now. "You know you can do better zan 'im, so mushy zings aside I am 'ere to tell you zat you are late for work."
Seras have a puzzled look at the machine. No I'm not, it's early six.
The voice continued with a chuckle, " We 'ad eh black out last night, 'oney. Ze blinking time on your microwave means zat isn't ze real time….it's 7:15 Seraz."
She just stared at the machine as it ended the voicemail. At the end of the beep she dashed into her room cursing every foul word known to man as she dressed herself. Seras got her shoes on, brushed her teeth and hair, then left right out the door not bothering to lock it. Seras had nosey neighbors so she knew no one would rob her apartment. God damn it, Chief is gonna kill me for being late!
Seras got in her crappy car and drove off.
For Seras, life was always hard for her. Though now as she started to get her life back on track she couldn't be as happy as she ever could be. After leaving the police academy at the top of her class and at the age of eighteen, she got an apartment here in London, which is nicknamed the Hellsing district. It was nicknamed that since one of the oldest families ancestors became mayor of London. The Hellsing family. Each generation ran for the position, even now a Hellsing is in office.
The Hellsing district is not as great as it looks on pictures and during daylight hours. Truly, underneath all the smiles and friendly people, it really was hell. At night is where you'll see the difference. During that time, the good people are replaced by the prostitutes, drunks, thieves, murderers and drug dealers that come out of the gutters to play. Mainly the drug dealers. London was known for the major drug shipping's through the country. People around the world thought London was a peaceful and beautiful place. Peaceful, no. Beautiful, yes. It can be Hell in this city, kind of fun how the first four letters of the Mayor's last name start with Hell.
The drug dealers were sought out and arrested, but a few years back when Seras was a rookie, the major drug dealings had slowed down. A point where it seemed decently peaceful on the streets at night.
There was a theory that the drug lord had escaped and probably haven't been back since. The case was almost closed, they almost had him due to an error he made that led the police to him, but in the end he escaped. No one knows where he went, it was like he disappeared from the face of the earth.
Still, crime hasn't been bad. In fact, Seras and her team were the best out of the cops in the Hellsing district. She wasn't a bad cop herself, actually she had become a homicide detective three years ago. Always catching the bad guy, being the shinning hereon of the day. Some said that she was following her old man's footsteps that would direct her on her way to the seat of Commissioner, a.k.a Chief of police, the good footsteps at least.
Seras stopped her car at Headquarters and ran into the building. Dodging and ducking over everyone and everything was harder than she had thought. As Seras opened the door to her section of the floor, applause rang the room. Seras stared wide eyed at everyone clapping and laughing.
"Nice Victoria, thirty minutes late." One of the cops laughed.
"Shut up Eddie, it wasn't my fault." Seras spat.
"Oh and it wasn't your fault that that prick John didn't wet himself?" Eddie joked.
Seras crossed her arms, defending herself. "No, I'm pretty sure I caused it and if I didn't I'd like to thank any unnatural force of beyond who had done it."
"And kick their ass?" He questioned.
Seras smirked and nodded, "Of course, they took my opportunity."
A cup of coffee appeared in front of her, Seras turned to see her friend Simon offering it. "I bet you must have dropped it once Bernadotte gave you the little message." She took it and sipped the warm cinnamon scented coffee; she didn't know what she did with her cup. Everything was a blur between throwing her clothes on and tripping over some innocent book that happened to be right in front of the bathroom. Stupid book.
"Speaking of my partner, where is he?" She asked.
"Ah but right 'ere with you my beautiful little mignonette." A French accent came behind them.
Seras smiled as her partner gently punched her shoulder, in a sign of endearment. Pip was the best partner any cop could have, but there were times where you could get killed with how he does his job. Seras noticed him wearing a cream colored suit with a black dress shirt underneath, too sharp for just another day at work. "Um Pip, what's with the fancy get up? Going to a club after work?" She asked, hoping it isn't what she think it is.
Pip smacked his face with his hand in bewilderment and ran it down his face, "Seraz…we are suppose to pay eh very important visit with ze mayor today."
"Oh, that's today?" Seras asked all innocent.
"No! I am not covering for you today missy! I already dealt with ze chief about your tardiness zo no more charities from zis French men." Pip declared.
Seras gave him a puppy dog face, "Please Pip…I didn't know…truly forgot, I promise I'll owe you big time if you help me with the chief."
Pip's good eye, that wasn't covered with an eye patch, twitched. Pip could not ignore his favorite puppy face from Seras. But as a proud man he was, he stuck it out. "No, zat is my final answer."
Simon and Eddie watched the two bicker back and forth, betting who would win. "Seras is not gonna win, Pip has to be tolerable with that face or he'll never become a man." Eddie insisted.
"My money is on Seras, if he doesn't do what she says she'll just taser him." Simon countered while sipping his coffee.
Pip was about to win the argument till a booming voice disturbed the entire room from the show. "VICTORIA, BERNADOTTE! GET YE ASSES IN MY OFFICE!"
Seras and Pip gulped at the sound of the chief's voice. "Why is he mad, I thought you talked to him?" She asked.
Pip's face turned pale, "Yeah…about zat…"
"Pip!" Seras shrieked.
They both could hear Simon and Eddie chuckle behind them. Seras see's them wiggling their fingers whispering "Tootles."
"God damn it…" They muttered as both Seras and Pip walk into the office. Everyone in the room went silent to hear the conversation.
"Isn't this rude?" Simon said out loud.
"Ssssshhhh!" Everyone hissed.
"Shut up Simon!" Someone yelled.
Pip and Seras shut the door behind them to face their boss. Alexander Anderson, Commissioner of London's police force. "Where the bloody hell were ye Seras?" Anderson ordered.
"Um chief, you see the power went out and my alarm clock was messed up because of it and I woke…up…late." She stopped talking as Anderson's vein on the top of his head was throbbing.
"Iz zat normal?" Pip asked awkwardly.
"No it is not normal! Do you really think this!" Anderson points at the throbbing vein, "Is normal!"
"I say old chap, not well at al'. Maybe a week off I say." Pip tried to mimic an English accent.
"Zat iz eh brilliant idea, you could go away to relax an' all ze troublez will go away." Seras mimicked Pip's accent.
Anderson stared at the two with a confused and still pissed off look. "What?"
"Boss, don't worry we will try an' be on ze best behavior we can. Zo don't go an' have eh stroke or somezing ." Pip said to Anderson.
"Look, the both of ye, this is serious. I can't turn my back for one second other wise ye both do something reckless! Remember what happened to Pip's eye." Anderson tried to get through to the two.
"Ah, I remember. Zat midget did not go down like I expected him to." Pip sighed.
"Dastardly little devil" Pip added quickly.
Seras didn't joke anymore. She did feel bad for Pip for losing his eye, almost lost his job because no cop can work with just one eye. Thank God the chief pulled some strings.
Anderson sat back down in his chair with tense eyes glaring at the two cops, "Both of ye must be serious when we have the meeting with the Mayor, things are starting to unravel in Northern England."
"Like what chief?" Seras asked.
Anderson eyes darkened, "Cops found a warehouse filled with about fifty crates of cocaine and ten guys were caught out of twenty. Also, two days ago they had dug through files finding that those crates were on their way to jolly ol' London by the end of the week."
"Any ID on who owns ze warehouse?" Pip asked.
"No, the warehouse was abandoned years ago. Cops got word from unknown source." Anderson answered.
Seras turned to her partner, "Think it was from someone on the inside?"
Pip was in deep thought. "No, if zere waz eh traitor inside zay would of detected it long before."
"Possibly someone just saw it happening and reported it." Seras didn't want to jump to conclusions.
"The call came from a phone booth and was around early morning. No one would be outside just 'walking by'." Anderson said and stood up. "Look we'll talk about it when we get more information from the report the Mayor has." Anderson stretched out both hands and placed them firmly on both partner's shoulders. He looked at Seras, "Detective Victoria." Then at Pip, "Detective Bernadotte, I need ye both to keep together and have each other's backs. Dark times lay before us and no one knows if this is a bad omen or not so be on your toes. I need ye, London needs ye both."
Seras and Pip smiled proudly, it wasn't every day Chief Anderson gave a complement. They nodded their heads and followed the Chief out the door. As the door opened Simon and Eddie fell to the ground. They both looked up at the towering figure of their boss with petrified faces. "What do we have here?" Anderson asked bluntly.
Everyone who was near the door ran back to their seats and started working. Eddie and Simon quickly got up and ran to the coffee room. "Much better." Anderson grinned.
As the three walked out of the building and into a government car, Anderson noticed Seras wearing only a t-shirt and skinny jeans. "Victoria." He sighed.
Seras chuckled, "Yeah, I forgot."
"Amongst other things ye so frequently forget." He muttered.
"I don't zink ze Mayor really cares if she iz dressed non formal. Everyone knows Seraz is one of ze top detectives in zis city, the Mayor won't mind." Pip assured Anderson as he rolled down his window. "I zink we all deserve eh bit of slack once en eh while."
Seras sat back in her seat and stared off into space, "Yeah, I agree."
Anderson saw his detective's faces, they didn't show any emotion but he knew that this incident with the warehouse was bugging them. With the history of this city and drugs; it's something to worry about. "Aye, we all been to Hell and should have a moment of peace." They drove off with only the music coming from the radio to block the fire trucks alarm passing by.
Absently Seras asked out loud, "Does anyone have anything to eat? I missed out on breakfast."
Pip tried to calm down the frustrated Chief from strangling the rest of the blonde's senses with his bare hands.