What Could Have Been
AN: That's right. I'm not dead. ;o
I was on a bit of a break from the computer for family stuff. Yanno, the holidays and all that jazz. But I;m back with a new story for all my faithful readers. ^^ The Seldom Seen is not abandoned by any means, I'm just temporarily out of ideas and focusing what time my muse gives me on this fic.
Seras Victoria stirred, a frown tugging her lips, her hand reaching out plaintively and finding nothing. A low whimper bubbled from her throat and her weight shifted to roll over, but a hand on her shoulders stopped her. Stilling instantly at the touch, she settled obediently back into her former position and drifted back into the void of darkness.
Faintly, she thought she heard a 'clickity clack' sort of sound, and her bed seemed to vibrate in time with the noise. But her brain just wouldn't wake enough for her to deal with these oddities and she turned her head to pillow her cheek on her arm.
...
Muffled voices sounded in her ears and she frowned, squinching up her face as she turned her head the other way. The voices persisted and she growled, flinging her free arm up to wrap around her head and cover her other ear. She just wanted to sleep, damnit. There was a pause, and then a low rumbling sound that reminded her suspiciously of her Master's laughter, before the voices continued in softer tones, and then something was lifting her.
Startled almost into waking fully, she squirmed, uncomfortable with the thought of being carried. A warning growl vibrated against her back and she went rigid in alarm, "Police Girl, stop your infernal squirming or I will drop you."
Panicked adrenaline filled her and gave her the strength to open her eyes and stare up at her Sire from a disconcertingly close distance. Oh god… What was going on? Why was he holding her? Where were they? Why? The questions ricocheted around in her head like super balls, banging into each other and wreaking utter havoc on her mind.
To be completely honest with herself she was scared of the aloof man who had changed her into a vampire a mere month ago; the only times he'd spoken to her were to berate her for not drinking the blood and impersonal commands during the few mission Sir Integra had sent them on. He never called her by name, either, and while not openly hostile… she was sure he didn't like her. But maybe that was all in her head? Confused and frightened, she lay stiffly in his arms as he carried her through what appeared to be a train.
"Where are we?" She asked, and as he tilted his head down to look at her and she saw herself reflected in his yellow glasses, a chill traveled up her spine, "Sir." She added hastily.
A fang filled smirk was her answer as he continued walking, his long legs eating up the distance easily. Wariness filled her and she glanced around again to confirm they were indeed in a train, "I can walk, you know." She muttered under her breath, and yelped as he dropped her and she landed painfully on her rump, her head banging the edge of an empty seat. "Owww…"
"Weakling." He spat the insult casually as he bent over at the waist to hook his fingers in the back of her shirt and haul her upright. Swaying slightly on her feet, feeling disoriented from the impact her skull made with the metal rim, she stumbled after him weakly. It was then she noticed his lack of gloves.
She frowned as she tripped over her own feet, her fuzzy brain screaming at her that something was wrong. Something about his gloves…
My head hurts.
Gaining some of her balance back, she had to quick-step to keep up with him, and the thought struck her that this train was strangely empty. She was sure she heard voices earlier, though, so that was odd. A moment later they exited the train into a busy looking station and she felt unease roiling in the back of her mind. "Master… I don't remember hearing about any missions..?" She asked tentatively, steps beginning to slow as she lagged farther and farther behind the red clad man.
"That's because there wasn't one, Police Girl." He answered coldly, turning to look at her over his shoulder.
What..? But, but… "Won't Sir Integra be angry we left?" The blonde asked in a near whisper, stopped completely in her tracks. The woman may only be human, but she is damned scary.
He halted as well and turned fully to face her with an odd look on his face that raised the small hairs on the back of her neck, "Integra is dead, Police Girl."
Blind panic filled her once more as her brain screamed the answer to the wrongness from before; with Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing dead, nothing restrained the ancient male vampire from doing what he pleased. She tensed to bolt into the crowd when he slid his glasses down his nose and glowing red eyes pierced her very soul.
"Don't run from me, Police Girl."
His words resonated in her skull, and she felt weird… kinda… dizzy…
Swaying on her feet, eyelids drooping, the blonde's facial features went slack and her right foot lifted to continue walking as his next words throbbed between her ears and behind her eyes like a drum; "Come here, Police Girl."
"Yes, Master."
She walked to him, and his right hand came down on her shoulder and pulled her flush to his side as he led them through the crowds to another train idling in the dark, waiting for passengers to board. Muffled voices and a myriad of smells tugged at her senses as they walked through the door filled corridor until they reached a particular one and her Master slid the panel back, escorting her inside and setting her down on the bench seat opposite him.
"This is the second time I've had to control you on this journey, Police Girl. If it happens again I will be angry."
She stared at him blankly, her sluggish brain supplying her with half forgotten memories of … of … Losing the thought, she simply nodded and dropped limply to her side to lay across the bench and close her eyes.
...
Faintly, she thought she heard a 'clickity clack' sort of sound, and her bed seemed to vibrate in time with the noise. The word 'déjà vu' came to mind and her features scrunched up in distaste.
Nng…
Squirming restlessly, she stilled as she felt a weight shift near her head and something warm settle atop her head.
Pet… Pet… Pet…
Purring, she leaned into the touch and felt more than heard the vibration of a deep chuckle as her head was moved and she found a new pillow. The pillow wasn't quite as soft as her upper arm, and felt a little rough, but the petting continued so she nestled her cheek into the cloth and drifted back into sleep quiescently.
"Good girl."
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