Disclaimer: I would love to own Helsing, but sadly. I don't.
Seras was sat in the leather seat in the police car rushing down the road. She gripped at the seatbelt strapped across her in slight panic. It was her first mission since she had joined. Sweat ran down her forehead as she thought to the mission heading ever closer, she moved her gloved hand across her forehead to stop the sweat from dropping into her eyes. Her hand lightly touching her blond strands of hair draping over her face. Suddenly she was jerked to the side violently as the car was swerved to turn a corner at high speed. At this rate she might need a sick bag, her stomach felt upside down.
"John, why can't you slow down…?" Seras asked in a small voice to the man driving the car. The man was mid-twenties, he was wearing the simple plain grey uniform that she wore except he also wore the standard hat.
"We have to get there now!" He shouted, his young plain looks twisted in concentration. Seras groaned, they didn't, it was already filled with cops, its just that her ever eager partner wanted a piece of the action.
Sooner then expected the car was brought to a sudden stop. Seras' head was lurched forward but she then pushed herself back up to the seat. Her head throbbed and the sickening in her stomach was starting to wear off. She leaned back in her seat and looked to John, except he was gone. He was already out the car and heading toward the police outside in the darkness. "John, you idiot…" She mumbled to her self, while she fumbled with her seatbelt. Seras pulled on the car handle and pushed the door open into the cold air of the night. The noise of the sirens were blared out, if only for a moment, as she stared at the moon. It was full tonight. It was beautiful…but she shook her head. This was no time to be moon gazing. She slammed the car door and turned to where the police barricade was, she and John were called to assist in the police siege of thieves in a museum. There were police cars with the blaring noises and lights located all the way down the street, and a few police tents were set up here and there. John was nowhere to be seen, typical, she sighed and walked off toward the men. Just another night, she told herself, although she was nervous. She had done duties in the day, but never to such an extent and never at night. She hated the dark, although there was no way she was going to tell anyone about it! Although all of a sudden she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder, the hand felt like a dead weight and in fact she felt no warmth from the hand. But she didn't dwell on it and turned around. What she saw caused her knees to buckle at least for a second. A large, very tall man was stood just behind her, she hadn't heard or sensed him at all. He was clad in red clothes, a jacket hung down to his knees with what look like riding boots on his feet. Seras couldn't see his face, it was too dark and his oddly shaped hat shadowed his face even more. But he never spoke, instead a voice of a woman she hadn't noticed spoke.
"Where are you superiors?" A sharp and surprisingly deep female voice ordered her, straight to the point. Seras blinked from her daze and focused on the woman, the woman was shadowed under a broken light overhead and she was stood a little back from the man who had by now removed his hand from her shoulder.
"Errr…oh…errr." She blubbered and mumbled. But the woman never said a word and waited for her. Seras spun around, unsure of what to do, and hoped that they were in the tent up ahead. "Errr…this way." She pointed awkwardly, but the two odd pair seemed satisfied with it and followed as she led them toward the tent. Seras forced herself not to run, she felt afraid of the man behind her, but she kept her calm and once she had led them to he tent the woman nodded thanks to her and then entered the tent. With the red-clad man not far behind. With that done she was a bit lost as to what to actually do, so she decided to look busy and stand by the tent on 'guard'. A slight buzz in her pocket alerted her to a text, she swore under her breath but after a quick glance around pulled the phone from the thin pocket in her pants, Seras smiled, it was from her uncle.
'See you later, I'll be waiting at the usual place. Can't wait to see you.' It read. Her uncle always wanted to take her places and spend money on her, almost more then her father, ever since she was little. In fact he was the one who had her baptised her in church, he was very religious and was a catholic to boot. So he didn't get on well with the rest of the family. But Seras decided this wasn't the place to reminisce and put the phone away back into her pocket.
As she stood there on 'guard', the cold air caused slight water vapour to appear when she breathed out. Still she wondered what she should be doing…maybe she shouldn't be here. When just then shouting inside the tent caused her to stay.
"…Vampires!" A man shouted, Seras strained to hear. Did he just say vampires? "You can't be series!" He shouted a little quieter now. She assumed the woman was answering her, but she couldn't hear her. So Seras tentatively edged toward the slight opening to hear.
"…we will be carrying out our orders here. We are now taking over this operation. Your men and teams will be moved out. Good night." And with that she ended. Seras widened her eyes in realisation that they were coming straight out of where she was listening. So Seras hopped back into her former position, sure enough the woman appeared out of the tent. The tent flap being pushed away from her, Seras now noticed what she looked like. Blonde hair, although not of the same tint as hers, the stranger's was a sort of platinum blonde. And she wore a most peculier clothing, a black suit. What looked like a man's suit, followed with quite large glasses on her sharp facial features. Although she somehow pulled it all off quite well, the glasses made her look far from a nerd of anything of that class. She had an air of elegance to her, but without even a look her way the strange woman proceeded to continue to walk away from the police. That's when she felt him…the man that sent shivers down her spine. The tall red-clad man from before exited behind the woman. She had never heard him speak, so when he did to her it came to a bit of a shock.
"Wonderful night, is it not. Police girl?" Seras flinched and forced herself to glance up. The intimidating man stood over here, she attempted a slight smile. But only a corner of her mouth successfully moved.
"Y-yeah…" Was all she could muster. But the man never said anything about it, he merely nodded, lightly touching his hat. His face was still shadowed, Seras couldn't see his face. But his voice was so deep and seductive, she felt herself blush as he walked away. Soon after Seras watched the man walk toward the police and the museum front entrance, another man appeared from inside the tent. A short balding man, about mid-forties. He stood just below her in height.
"We can't just let them run things…." He mumbled. But then the man seemed to notice she was there. His eyes pinpointed her next to him.
"Who are you?" He asked. Seras opened her mouth to answer, when he cut her off. "No matter." She clamped her mouth shut again. "All this talk of vampires and such is a load of rubbish. You, go to the front and make sure the man doesn't get through." Seras was taken aback by such a request.
"Sir?" She was confused by this. But the man ignored her confusion and spat on the ground near him. She couldn't help but curl her lip in disgust.
"Just do it!" With that the man disappeared back into the tent. Seras wasn't sure what to do, but orders were orders. And she ran off to were she had seen the red-clad man walking to.
The soldiers must have already been radioed, as they were now standing with their backs to the museum and with their guns out pointed at the man in red. Searas ran up to the police, still unsure if she should do the same. The red man simply chuckled faintly.
"What are you doing?" He asked simply.
"We can handle this, we don't need outside civilian interference." One man beside her spoke.
"Civilian interference?" He repeated the man. But did not speak anything else. His head moved and he looked right at Seras! Something appeared to glow from underneath his hat….but then suddenly Seras felt herself pull her own gun out. She was no longer in control of her own body! She struggled with this possession, but her body aimed the gun at the head of the man next to her that had talked. "Thank you, Police girl." The red-man continued as the rest of the group including John at the far end looked at Seras in confusion.
"Seras! What are you doing?" John shouted from the end. The man with her gun to his head didn't move, but he began to shake slightly. But Seras couldn't answer him, her jaw felt slack and loose, she couldn't even swallow, causing spittle to drool on the side of her mouth. She lightly heard a man near her whisper.
"Her eyes…look her eyes…" But she felt her own body click the safety off from the gun.
"Now, if you don't want your head blown off by my new friend here. Then I suggest you let me go to finish my job." The man being threatened supposedly by Seras spoke up.
"Y-yes…" His voice was high in fear. "Let him through!" The men in the group lowered their weapons and backed off, clearing a space for him to the museum. Although Seras felt her body still wouldn't respond and she still held the gun to his head. The man began to walk forward, through the group and then onto the museum steps, before entering the museum. And he was gone. At that moment Seras felt control return to her body. Her arms felt heavy and she almost dropped her weapon. She lowered her arms carefully and put her gun away. But at that she didn't expect the men with anger written all over their faces pull out their own guns and point them straight at her!
"Give me your badge and gun…now!" Seras was surprised at this. As she rose her hand to wipe away the drool on her face.
"But, sir!" She pleaded. But how on earth can she explain it…she couldn't.
"No arguments. I take an attempt on my life, very seriously." The man spoke harshly. But Seras submitted, and gave him her gun and her badge. "Now go home. Before I change my mind." He ordered. Tears threatened but she held them back and she turned her back on them. Walking away from them into the night.
Alucard thought about the face of the girl who easily let herself be controlled by him. The young blonde girl who had an air of familiarity about her. But Alucard had a job to do and he let the thoughts of the interesting female officer let slide, he stepped into the dark museum, the door was barricaded but he simply pushed the door open like it was a normal door, chairs screeched on the other side as his push slid them along the floor. Alucard reached inside his jacket and pulled out his special weapon made exclusively to kill his own kind. The 'cassul'. The long barrelled extremely heavy pistol was too much for a mortal to handle, but Alucard was no mere mortal. He raised it to head height for easy firing and strode inside with an air of confidence surrounding him. The place stunk of miserable newly turned vampires who have no control. Alucard's footsteps echoed throughout the empty hall, shadows from the giant glass windows created dark shapes on the floor. But there in the far end of the hall was three human figures, they stood stock still. Unnatural. The shadows covering their faces, Alucard sent his otherworldly sense out. He caught the scent of the undead, ghouls. They immediately affirmed his judgement by turning and beginning to shamble toward him on broken or bloody legs. Cracking and squelching as they walked. Moaning as they came closer. But Alucard said not a word, not one of forgiveness or regret, he merely lowered his gun, aimed and fired. Three shots rang out in the darkness, followed by the thump and crash of three bodies falling to the floor. To rest in peace.
"Come out you piece of filth!" Alucard shouted. Harshly, meaning to intimidate this vampire. But Alucard found that a weak little voice answered him. He wouldn't even be able to hear it had he not had better hearing then humans.
"L-leave me alone! I can't help it…" The voice drowned out as it faded into faint sounds of crying. It was coming from a room close to him, Alucard followed the sound of the crying and walked through the darkness. The only light was from the red panic lights on the ceilings and walls. A few shots were fired, to destroy more ghouls that had shown up behind him, but he didn't even have to look. He just fired his gun behind him and heard a satisfying thump as they also fell to the floor. He arrived in what he assumed was the art room, paintings were lined up on the walls. He may have been in an art museum all along, but he couldn't tell and quite frankly, he didn't much care. The room was deserted of ghouls, but at the end of the large room was a small figure. As Alucard neared he realised the figure was of a boy, just a boy, around mid-teens. "I-I'm sorry." He mumbled. "I couldn't help it." He sounded distraught, the little figure of the hunched over boy moved and he looked up to stare at some painting ahead of him. "She is the only one who smiles at me anymore." He squeaked, the sound of the insane laced his voice now. In the background Alucard heard the sound of groans and moans from the living dead heading in his direction. But he ignored them and instead raised his gun to the boys head. The moonlight flooded through the window for a second, the cloud must have relinquished its hold. If only for a second. The boy was small and wore broken glasses, a blooded blazer from a local high school and his ginger hair was matted with blood. Two scars could be seen of where he was attacked by a vampire possibly the other night. But this was life, and life was impossibly cruel. The clouds covered the moon and the boy's face disappeared into darkness once again. A shot rang out. The bang echoed out in the museum, followed by the screams of the second death the ghouls faced as they fell down dead, as they should be. Alucard watched as the moonlight reappeared to show a pile of ash that lay on the floor. In the pile was a pair of broken glasses and a blazer. Alucard placed his gun back in the holster in his jacket and was about to leave when the painting caught his eye. The girl from before stared back at him! But on a double-take he realised it wasn't. But so similar they could be twins, only the painting could not be real at all. Alucard stepped over the bars to keep visitors away from the painting and he closed in on it. The girl was sat in what looked like an Victorean age dress, it was elegant as such and but she had the same blonde hair although long. Her face was the exact same, Alucard stood there in wonder; it takes a lot to surprise him. So this was definitely something to investigate. He then looked down to the writing below the painting. He had to know what it was. Underneath was the words written:
'This is a painting based on the famous book by Bram Stoker. Dracula. The painting is merely titled 'Lucy'. And was discovered with a few notes on why the artist painted her. Whether it is the real Lucy from the story, which is highly doubtful, or whether it was the artists representation of how Lucy could have looked….' At that Alucard looked back up. The writing just continued on with how it was painted. But it was amazing. How? That was how he knew her…But then suddenly his daydreaming was interrupted by a female voice in his head.
"Alucard?" She spoke with a harsh tone. As she always did. "If you've wrapped things up by now then I am expecting you back here ASAP!" With that Alucard didn't reply, but shook his head to no one and walked away from the painting that fascinated him so.