Chapter I
A lone draculina walked along the darkened streets, abandoned earlier that night by most humans. But she wasn't after a human. She was sent to kill a werewolf.
2 hrs. earlier.
"Agent Seras Victoria, this will be your first solo mission," the woman behind the desk spoke with obvious authority.
"I'm going alone?" questioned the young vampire.
"Yes. Alucard will be dealing with a large group of vampires in another city. He will be fine on his own. We decided to test you, though. So we're sending you to kill a young werewolf some daft hunters keep running into. The size is reported to be somewhere between a horse and a bear."
"Erm… How exactly am I supposed to kill something that big?"
"I do believe you were given a cannon. It should suffice. As you know, you should aim for the head or the heart of the target." Integra answered with dry humor.
"Oh. Right! I'll be going then!" chirped Seras before leaving.
She retrieved her Harroken and its ammo from her room and ran as fast as she could with the hefty weapon to the helicopter for the mission. On the chopper, she could only sit and wait to get there. Being a military vehicle, it was quite boring, so she only got to daydream. What does a werewolf even look like? Are they really those wolf man things in the movies? And how can they be as large as bears? Well, at least it'll be easy to spot. Hopefully. If it's in its human form, I might not be able to see it.
'Police Girl, you are not human, and will not see it as a human. Besides, it's the full moon, and any werewolf will be fully phased.' Alucard's voice sounded in her head. Seras blinked, looking up, still surprised by her master's telepathy.
"Hey, we're here. The thing will probably be in the woods. Heh. Werewolf. Sounds like one hell of a hunt," the soldier's voice interrupted her thoughts. He pushed open the door to the helicopter, releasing the vampire. Seras hopped out of the chopper, and onto the ground. Damp grass came up to her knees here. The lights of civilization were obvious near the horizon. Best to check the city over there first, to make sure the monster isn't eating people. She went that way.
In the city, which was really a small town, she didn't see any odd activity at all. No ghouls, no vampires, no bodies, or even odd scents. Then, again, her sense of smell was dampened by the recent rain. Still, there weren't even dead bums. It was like some abnormally perfect city. But, then again, the werewolf could be eating the bodies and burying the bones. She kept to the dark alleyways so no humans saw her. A woman in a military uniform with a gigantic gun was a bit difficult to explain.
Nothing in the town. Time to check the woods where the thing was seen. She exited the town and walked toward the towering trees. The grass once again licked her knees, softly whispering of her steps. She slipped in between the thick, mossy trunks to enter the dense forest. She looked around. Here, it seemed easy to believe in such things as fairies, nymphs and werewolves. Here was like home to them. A heavy scent soon became noticeable as she went deeper into the forest. It was similar to a wet dog.
"Ewww. So this is what a wet werewolf smells like. Geez, and I thought a wet, dirty dog smelled bad. This is horrible!" she muttered to herself. Tufts of fur stuck on some branches of trees, the scent overpowering on them. 'No wonder master wasn't sent. He probably wouldn't allow it,' thought Seras. A long trench was dug into the earth in a line. A boundary mark? It smells horrid. Seras grimaced and leaped over the ditch. Grass and leaves crunched as she landed.
More tufts of fur became noticeable here, on just about every tree. Unconsciously, the young Draculina stopped breathing. The scent became much bearable then, although it still drifted lazily into her olfactory bulb. Seras pressed forward, keeping notice of as many field marks as she could to keep her mind off the odor. That tree with claw marks in the shape of a heart, that tree with another growing out of it, a partially crushed rock with a hand print in it. She kept track of where such items were as she passed them to aid in getting out of the forest.