She stared dismissively around at her former colleagues, low-ranked vampires of various age and gender, now piled in sizable heaps of dismembered body parts, their blood staining the overgrown lawn of some long-dead plantation owner. A sigh escapes her lips, the fact that the inferior substance also covered a good part of her face and arms not lost to her. Stepping over a spare arm twitching on the ground before her, she picked her way through the mess, ignoring the soldiers streaming out of the trees and brush, instead moving in the direction of an older –Seemingly. It's been a very long time since she could find a living human older than she was. She graces that thought with a twisted smile- woman giving orders to a eager fledging. Her green eyes met piercing blue. The wrinkled human smirks in her direction, waiting for the blood-stained vampire to come to her. The fledging- a wee little blond thing, with an abnormally large pair of breasts- turned to face the new presence, immediately sliding in front of her master-
Not HER master, one of the many voices within her interrupted. She mentally pushed it aside. This was not the time to have unnecessary conversations with the dead. Cocking a brow at the diminutive female, she speaks. "What power, little draculina, do you think you have to stop me from doing what I wish with the mortal behind you?", she questioned, curious of a Sire that would allow his fledgling to be near such a large group of Hellsing soldiers and their crafty matron. As expected, the Childe didn't take to the dismissal of her talents well. Between one second and the next, she was dodging the frenzied jab of the blond, reappearing at the human's side, blood caked hands stuffed into the pockets of her trench coat. "Integra….", she murmured politely, smoothly side-stepping yet another fist aimed for her head. "Ciadra…", Integra greeted, before bluntly smacking the fledging in the back of the head. "Enough, Seras… The adults are talking now…", she states, much to the disgruntlement of Seras. Returning her attention of the lithe No-life Queen in front of her, she resumes her conversation. "I see that you've gotten bored of the company of makeshift vampires…again", she begins, gesturing vaguely to the now burning piles of organs and bone. Ciadra pushed a strand of umber hair away from her face, uncaringly spreading more gore onto her pale skin as she smiles wryly at the mistress of her old friend. "They don't make vampires like they used to, my dear…", she pauses, leaning into Seras's personal space to sniff delicately at the fledging's skin. To her credit, Seras hardly flinched, being used to the touchy-feely ways of a certain No-Life King. Ciadra's pupils narrow to slits and her lips twisted into a smile rivaling that of Seras's Sire. She straightens, throwing her arm around the startled blond, as she addresses Integra once more. "I see that I've found the exception. Alucard's gotten lonely in his creaky old age, aye?", she cackled, holding the small female against her side firmly. Integra barked out a laugh, both at the confused look on Seras's face and the jab at Alucard. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped when Seras, suddenly aware that this strange, older draculina knew her master, spoke up curiously. "You've met my master, Miss?", she asked shyly, trying her best to untangle herself from Ciadra's grip, failing, of course. Ciadra just held the fledging tighter, staring down at her with amusement. "That's a story best told away from prying eyes and ears…", the dark haired vampire drawled, looking pointedly at the helicopter stationed a few feet away. "Perhaps I'll tell you once we are on safer ground.. And perhaps less covered in the gore of suicidal fools…", she aims the last at Integra, who smirks, leading the way to their transport out of Texas, and back to the main Hellsing base overseas.
"It seems that the interesting times haven't ended for this old lady yet..", Integra mutters, lighting a cigar as she climbs into the helicopter. "Boredom with for the weak-minded, anyway…."
I'm back, bitches… :3 A lot of you are probably curious on where I've been… I've been in the land called "Writing block" and another called "Lose of Muse", for the past several years… Well, I'm trying again… This time with Hellsing.. :D I'm sorry to all who have signed on for my other works, hoping that I would retry, but, unfortunately, I haven't rediscovered my muses for them… Well.. That's all for now… Later!
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