I wish I owned hellsing and what little negima there is here.Amen.
Chapter one
To make a pact
In London were many pubs, but Seras Victoria prefered the pub that was near Hellsing. It was always as it was, dim lights, light smoke, few people, and light music. After getting permission from Sir Integra, Seras was allowed to go to Lucis Lucein, a pub that was famed for it's generosity, from seven pm to nine. Named after it's owner, a young italian of about nineteen or twenty, Lucien Micelli always was charming, either jotting down orders or chatting with costumers, like Seras. Smiling, Seras pushed up her red-tinted sunglasses up the bridge of her nose. Lucien looked up from the sound of tinkling bells, smiling at Seras. He nodded to the squat portly man in the bussinesse suit and near-sighted glasses. He walked qickly over to the refrigerator and pulled out several slices of german chocolate cake, went back to the man. "Thank you young man." Lucien nodded politely, "Yes, of course sir, anything else you require?" "A pot of coffee if possible." "Of course." After fetching the coffee for the man, Lucien sidled into the bar, "The usual Miss Victoria?" Seras smiled, "Thank you Micelli."
Lucien walked into the kitchen, pulling out chilled tomatoe juice, some light italian brandy, and grated lemon skin. He brought the glass of Bloody Mary cocktail back to the counter, "Here you are Miss Victoria." She nodded graefully and sipped the drink, savoring the cold sweetness of it. Lucien smiled, looking at her face, "So, another hard day at work tonight eh?" Seras started, then relaxed, Oh, yeah, he thinks I have a night job. "Yeah, I suppose. My boss has a lotta issues." Lucien chuckled lightly as he washed the beer mugs, "Well introduce me to him sometime, and I'll show'em whos boss. Besides they overwork you over there, I've said it a hundred times." Seras laughed, thinking of Alucard's face if he heard that. Lucien stooped down and picked up a cat, "Val! What did I tell you about sneaking out and disturbing the costumers, and eating the food?" Val gave an apologetic meow. Lucien dropped the tabby and sighed. "Stupid cat." "Merow!" "Now." "Hisss." Val slinked upstairs, apparently muttering death threats in his cat language. Seras chuckled and downed the last of the drink. "Thanks Micelli. How much?" "Free of charge, its thanks to you I still have the bar after all." A few monthes ago Seras donated a thousand dollars to make sure Lucis Lucien wasn't torn down by the Prime Minister's decree of old bars and buildings.
Seras chuckled again, "Well looks like I gotta go, another time then Micelli." Lucien humphed, "I wish you'd stop calling me by my last name Miss Victoria." Seras returned the statement, "I wish you'd stop calling me 'Miss' Victoria." They both laughed. "Ah, excuse me? Here ist the payment. Thank you for the delishious cake young man. Goodnight." Lucien looked at the payment, and dropped it. "Um, sir, wait...?" The man had already disappeared. Seras looked at the check, "Well, its time for me to leave. See you tomorrow Micelli!" Lucien nodded, "Good nightSeras, and be careful, theres a buncha murderers out there. Youtake care of yourself, hear?" "Don't worry Lucien, good night!" Val meowed, Lucien opened a bag of kibbles and poured some out for her.
After changing out of his barman clothes, he took a quick shower, savoring thehot steaming water. Lucienwalked out of the bathroom, with a bundle of clothes, ready for his usual midnight walk. Putting on a smock, leather pants, a coat, and shades, Lucien opened a drawer. Inside were two silverLugers, and an old flintlock pistol with eleborate designsthat could blow a fist-sizehole through tank armor. His great grandfather was an italian Tank officer from both world wars, these weapons saved his life on more than one occasion. Lucien took out a necklace, a small pendant inscribed with saskrit, latin, greek, and hebrew prayers and spells of protection. Another trinket left to him from his grandfather's will, which included the bar.Petting Val on the head, "You don't follow me now." While making sure all locks were secure, Lucien spotted a small hat, "Hmmm, its Sera's. I'll return it tomorrow..." Donning the hat, he walked outside, locking the bardoor.
Lucien took a corner and was just passing an alleyway, which led to a confusing array of alleys and winding trails. A muffled gunshot echoed from a twisted alleyway. Startled, Lucien pulled out the antique luger. "Hello?" A faint voice echoed, "H-help...me...pl..p...ea..ease..." Running into the darkness, something hard sent him sprawling into a pile of trash. "Heh, looks like your time is over." Lucien felt him being picked up, "Now to kill the bitches! Hahahaha..." Ah crap...At least he didn't notice my luger...
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Yep, thats it for now...I took the flint-lock pistol from Negima, because it looks cool. I also really want R & R!
PLS FOR THE LOVEGOD...or devil... Oh, yeah, Lucien is based off Lucifer, in latin, the name means: 'Bringer of light' Lucien is italian/latin for 'Bringers of dawn' Pretty much the same thing.I'll try to get thenext chapter up as soon as I can!