Zara yawned loudly and stretched, her long pale white hair tumbled down her slim shoulders. She did not want to get up. It was too early, right. She looked over to the destroyed alarm clock that was beside her bed and laughed. She guessed she had beaten it to shit the night before. She should have known.
The warmth of the thick covers around her made her smile. It was a comfort she cherished every night her head hit those pillows. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, happy that she hadn't had a nightmare the night before. She was lucky for that.
She looked over and laughed, seeing Ray, one of her contacts, sleeping with his ass up in the air. He slept in very uncanny positions. She smirked and kicked him. "Wake up!" She laughed as he groaned. She was surprised he wasn't up yet either.
Of course, she couldn't remember last night, so that might have something to do with it.
She pulled herself up and unenthusiastically made her way through the dark room, trying her best to avoid the chairs and bottles in the floor hoping to trip her. They came in late last night. Dallas was a long way from Tampa. Longer than she had thought. They had gotten in so late, and so drunk, that they all had said 'fuck it' and dropped themselves onto their separate beds and they were all out before their heads hit the crisp hotel pillows.
Finally, she made it to a switch and flicked it on. Light flooded the cheap hotel room, scaring away the cockroaches and other bugs that littered the floor. She was suddenly happy they all had beds. "WAKE UP!" She screamed into the snoring silence like a drill sergeant. They all jumped up in fright, their eyes halfway open.
Slowly, the evening zombies rose from the warm graves and groaned. "We have to get ready for tonight," she told them as she walked towards the bathroom.
A few minutes later, music blasted into the bathroom from the bedrooms. She smiled and stepped into the steaming shower.
It felt so nice feeling that boiling water trace down the small of her back and over her chest. It was soothing, and it gave her time to think. Eventful weeks clouded her mind, so she hit the ground running even when she sprawled out of bed in the morning. It was a hectic life, but she got through it. She had tried everything else. She tried being a good daughter, she tried being a server, and she tried to be a singer. Probably everything you could name, she had tried and failed miserably. She guessed that 'The Hellsing Family Way' was the only path for her.
She had scars from her predestined path and some would never heal, but again, she had to deal. What else could she do?
She closed her eyes and took a breath, letting the warm water vapor cloud her lungs. Her mother had come to mind the last couple of days, and she was damn glad she was nothing like her. She would rip her hair out if she could, just so she would not have to look like her. She opened her eyes. She knew eventually she would have to go back, and she had a feeling it would be soon. Nevertheless, she did not know if she was ready to see her mother again… Especially after everything she did, and did not do for her.
She sighed and forced the thoughts from her mind. She leaned her head forward, letting her hair soak up all the water it could hold and splattered some cheap shampoo on it. She had to get out of here fast; she was sure they wanted a shower too. They all had to get ready.
Alucard grinned. Night had come faster than he ever truly imagined. Maybe it was because he was in America now. Maybe. It was different, but it was a good different. It seemed like he could reach up into the sky, pull out that moon, and place it in his pocket. He smiled again and looked away.
His skin burned for more than desire but a feeling of resentment for his new Master. His only wish was to be free. Free of this family, and free of these boundaries. She was probably just like Integra, he spat. He wasn't sure if he trusted the 'New Walter' yet. Everything was so new.
His lip pursed. He could feel her, and she was close but her mind was hard to enter. That was one thing she had learned from her mother, he had guessed, though her blocks were stronger. "…Interesting." He said to himself.
Zara smiled, her hair waving behind her. Her long chalky legs wrapped with tight black jeans; her shirt dark and sarcastic with "Hello, Goodbye" sprawled over in the center. Her blue eyes lined with the heaviest black the night could muster, and she loved it. She loved it all.
Ray looked over to her with a grin as he pulled his own shirt over his head. "Nice and sexy for tonight, huh, Z?" He chuckled.
She cocked a brow. "I'd be quiet, if I were you." She pointed at him. "Hundreds are going to be out there tonight, you know? And I don't want you being distracted by little old' me."
Ray shook his hand and walked over, laying an arm on her shoulder. "Don't worry. I won't be." He winked.
In all seriousness, God, she hoped not. Him and his horn dog-ish ways. "Come on, guys!" She called to the rest of them. "We need to get going. We cannot wait around all night. We have to set up."
The crowd rushed out of the door, supplies in hands and bags, and drove off towards the inner city in a dark van. They all called it the Beast because it was so huge. It was a good thing it was – she did not know what they would do with a Honda. Zara curled her lips, chewing on the inside of her cheeks. This was just another night, just another fight.
Alucard had sunk back into the shadows of the night. Humans were everywhere, as well as some freaks and vampires. He could feel them in the midst of the moving crowds. It was entrancing, hearing their footsteps and their heartbeats in sync. They were all scurrying about, rushing on home before the night really grew dark. Cowards, Alucard thought.
Where was she? She was near. Somewhere. He had been trying to enter her mind, but he did not get the chance. Damn her. She was harder than he thought.
As he walked, he could almost point out the vampires in the crowd. It was strange. Back in London, they all stayed to fight. Here, they disappeared into nothing. He grinned. They had better run. They knew who he was, and what he could do. He just could not wait to see what she could do.