Here's the next part! I do hope that this fic ends up being something worth reading, but I'm enjoying writing it so I feel good about it! :D
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She stood by the window, her arms crossed against her stomach. A hand rested on her shoulder.
" What shall I do now, master?" came a deep, low voice.
Two hands settled on either side of her waist, pulling her back. She could feel that the man behind her was more than ready to please her again. She choked back the moan rising in her throat and pulled away.
" Nothing, at the moment."
She opened a box on her nightstand and pulled out another thin cigar. She cut the tip of it, and placed it in her mouth. The man came to stand next to her, looming over her, with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. She usually had very steady hands at all times, but something about him now made them jerk a bit. She pulled a liter from the nightstand drawer, and tried to light her cigar, but her hands were a bit to shaky. He took the lighter from her, never taking his eyes away from hers. He snapped the lighter open, the flame shooting high, and placed it against the tip of her cigar. She inhaled, her eyes glued to his. His grin widened. A deep chuckle came from him.
" I see lust building in your eyes," he whispered, moving close to her, " just tell me what you wish me to do master," he whispered in her ear, his hands trailing from her waist to her rib cage.
She was wearing nothing but a large, white-collar shirt, which obviously belonged to a very tall and broad man; namely, the one in front of her. The shirt was some-what open, but gave him all the access he needed. With his thumbs, he brushed the underside of her breasts, making her shiver. She placed her hands on his chest, and the cigar fell from her lips. She pushed him slightly, but didn't have the strength to shove him off as she wanted to. She wanted him. Badly. He saw the look in her eyes and smirked; arrogance simply oozed from it.
" You want me, don't you?" he teased, cupping her breasts.
She was trying her best not to moan out loud, but finding terribly hard not to. His smirk only widened into a victorious smile.
" Well, master," he said, towering over her, " too bad."
He pulled away so suddenly from her she gasped. He took his shirt from her and threw it on, along with the rest of his clothing, which were strewn upon the floor. " Maybe we can have another rendezvous some other time, my master," he said, bowing. From his bowed stance, he looked up at her over his glasses, and gave her his evil smirk.
" You bloody bastard!" she screamed, covering herself with her bed sheet, " how dare you treat your master in such a way!"
" But you were enjoying it," he stated.
She had no come-back, and it infuriated her more. " Get out of my sight! I'll summon you when there is work to be done! Get out!"
" As you wish, my master." And with that, he disappeared into the shadows.
" Oh bloody hell, Walter will surely have my head for this!"
She sprinted down the hall, a mop slung over her shoulder and a bucket in her hand. She had slept in, way too late. She hadn't been able to fall back to sleep. That dream haunted her thoughts. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, musing over every detail of it; especially when the shadow had bitten her. She rubbed her neck where she could swear she felt the bite. She kept her finger there for a moment, and could feel her own pulse thumping there.
" I wonder who that was…?" She sat up suddenly. " Wait a second… If he bit my neck… he must be…!!"
She burst through the kitchen doors, startling all that were in there.
" Seras Victoria. Glad to see you've joined us," Walter hissed, glaring at her.
She wanted to say a smart remark back, but knew she'd get chimney duty if she did. She bowed. " I'm sorry, sir, I, uh, well…"
" You what, Miss Victoria?"
" Well, I… slept in, sir," she said, placing her hand behind her head and blushed.
Giggles and snickers came from around the room. She got a very bad feeling.
" Well," Walter chimed, looking at his fingers, " you 'slept in'." He looked at the servers, who were still giggling, and they snapped to attention. " Everyone here knows what happens when people sleep in," he remarked, and everyone nodded.
A knot was tying in Seras' stomach. " What happens…?" she asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
He looked at her over his monocle. " Come with me, Miss Victoria."
She blinked, but nodded, and followed him.
He lead her down a very dark and muggy hallway. A gut-wrenching smell met her nose and she gagged. She covered her mouth and nose with her gloved hand.
" Walter, where are you taking me!? It reeks down here!" She noticed that he didn't seem fazed by the smell at all.
" Just keep up with me," he yelled back at her, and she ran up right behind him.
The smell intensified, and her eyes began to water.
'Where the bloody hell are we?!' she thought, looking at the walls.
They were stone, covered with fungi and leaking some green, disgusting ooze. Finally, they came to an iron door.
" Here is where you will work today, Miss Victoria," he said, indicating the door with his hand, " the morgue."
" A morgue!? You mean, with dead bodies and, and…!!"
" Yes, dead bodies… and dead vampires."
Seras Victoria knew that the Hellsing Organization hunted and destroyed monsters; especially vampires. She knew all of it, even when she applied to work there as a maid; but she never thought she'd be in a predicament like this. She turned to Walter, hands clasped together.
" Oh, please sir, don't make me work here!! What if a vampire is still alive!! … Well, uh, I mean dead, I guess… I don't know. But anyway sir, please I--!"
" That is enough!"
She shut up.
" You will work here, and that is final. Good day to you, maid. I will come check on you this afternoon." He walked off.
She looked around the hall again. " How on earth will I know when it's afternoon? There's no light down here!" She hung her head and groaned. " Right mess you got yourself into, Seras," she moaned to herself. She picked up the mop and bucket. Looking at the door, she stood tall and said,
" Well, here goes nothing! Time to get to work!"
She stood still for a few seconds. Sweat began to fall from her forehead.
" On second thought," she groaned, cowering in on herself, " I'll go at this slowly." She reached for the door handle, as if in slow motion. Then suddenly, images from her dream flew back into her mind. She pulled her hand away from the door. " The stranger in my dream…" she whispered, staring at the door. " What if-- AHHH!!"
The door flew wide open, sending her flying backwards.
" Vampire Alert!! Loose vampire located in lower levels!!" Sir Integra watched as her men ran about, shouting into walkie talkies and putting on armor. A shadow appeared behind her.
" Find it, and kill it."
There was grin from the shadow, and then it disappeared.
She opened her eyes slowly. Her head throbbed. She rolled on her back.
" What the…?"
She slowly sat up, finding it so very painful to do. She heard a low growl coming from the shadows before her. " Who-who's there?!" she called, grabbing up her mop. " I-- I have a mop!" she screamed. 'Yeah, right good a mop'll do me,' she groaned in thought. She heard snarling and heard something slash on the floor.
Something big and bad was walking towards her.
The torches on the wall gave off some light, and in the small glare, she saw a flash of white; a fang.
She gasped, and scrambled backwards. It advanced on her, coming closer and closer. " Get back you, you thing!" she cried, swinging the mop.
It grabbed it, and pulled it, bringing her face to face with it. It was man, missing half his face, with his eye ball hanging from the socket.
She could see the top on his skull, and half of the bones in his jaw. She didn't know what to do; she simply stood there, her mouth agape.
The vampire grinned; though he only had half a mouth to do it with. He gargled, " What a pretty, little bitch I have here. I bet your blood must be so sweet!" He snarled, showing his fangs.
She screamed.
He lunged for her neck…
All she heard was the gun shot, the bullet whizzing past her head. The vampire's head explode on her, covering her with bits of skull, along with brain, blood and gore. She fell to her knees, staring at the floor. She hurled. Someone walked next to her.
" You alright, Servant girl?"
She looked up to see a tall man standing over her.
In his hand he carried a large gun.
She stared at it. It must weigh more than her! She looked up at his face. It was hidden under the brim of a red hat, and dark, orange glasses. Her eyes widened; he seemed familiar to her.
He grinned, and she gasped.
He had fangs; very large, white fangs.
" You're… you're a vampire!!" She picked up her mop and jumped away from him. She held up the mop, as if it were a sword, and pointed it at him. " Don't come anywhere near me!"
His grin widened. " You must be the new girl," he said, walking towards her.
She didn't let her guard down. " Stay away!"
" My, what spunk you have, Servant girl." He came toe to toe with her, and pushed the mop down.
" I wonder what kind of fun I could have with you?"
He disappeared, leaving her standing there with her mouth hanging open. She dropped her mop and fell to her knees.
" Blood-bloody vampires!!"
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