Chapter two
Seras woke up dizzyly with an intense headache.. not to mention feeling tired still, since it was the first time she slept in almost a week,
Pushing off the lid, she got up slowly... her bloodstained uniform had made the blanket dirty, but she did not feel like sleeping naked and giveing the pervert in her head the wrong idea.
Stretching, she noticed that her left arm was still made of unstable blood... through it seemed to have tissue, or at least a skin, it was cold and fluid as you touched it with something...
„Must be the lack of blood in my body... i used far too much yesterday." she spoke to herself, and wondered if it would matter if Pips blood ran low.
Shakeing her head, she rememberd... Pip sold his soul to her, and nothing would take that away from her now. She could only give most of it back, but they would be connected forever.
„Maybe after some bloodpacks itll get a real arm again.." she muttered, heading out, but then rememberd that they didnt have any blood packs in this new mansion. At least, not yet.
With a yawn, she used the stairs to get up to the lobby, looking around... nothing new so far, even the main stairs were still blank, without the rug it usually had.
„Good news, Seras, the packers have everything on board we need, and it shouldnt take long for them to come." The voice came from upstairs.. Seras turned, seeing Integral standing on the top level, smileing, for once in a lifetime.
„.. everything?" she whispered, as like the Hellsing lead could hear it.
She couldnt, but Integral was a good lip-reader. „Yes, even the rotten corpse of the Captain, in a body bag to keep him fresh. I suggest you transfer his soul before you do anything else..."
Seras nodded, grinning. „Yeah, i need to take a bath for a long time now... i guess ill use one of the thirty two bathrooms in this manor first.Itll be just hard to decide which of them."
Pip was still quiet, as if he were pouting that she didnt want him to take a peek.
Half an hour later, the stuff of the former manor, which merely filled the lobby, had arrived.
„Most of the equipment couldnt be used anymore.. it was just a mess. Almost the entire arcive was destroyed, many weapons were stolen, every single bullet was spent and even the furniture was maimed. However..." Integral pointed over to an medium sized box on the left, „Your stuff that you requested is mostly complete. But we only found spent cartrigdes for reload, powder, and partly assambled bullets... youll have to make them on your own."
Seras looked over to the box, then nodded at her master, picking it up. The body bag beside it must be the corpse.. she decided to take the box down to her room, then come to pick Bernadottes body and take it to an empty room in the basement. There were plenty of them.
Finally, Pip said something.
„Be careful with my mortal hull, okay? Id like to be able to do something with it instead of haveing crushed bones."
„I could crush something else quite nicely now." Seras replyed, rolling her eyes.
„That would be bad, because then, id mess up your memorys, girlie."
She widend her eyes, then hurried to get the body off her arms... the smell slowly came from the zipper of the plastic bag, and it didnt smell nice at all.
Just placeing the guy on a table, she cautionally opened the bag... and stepped back. Her Captain sure got icky over the week.
Forceing his mouth open, she used a bit of the blood which formed her left arm to transfer the soul... or, in other words, to feed him the red stuff.
Afterwards, it were silent.. meaning, Pip Bernadotte must be gone and she could finally take her well-earned bath.
Just picking the nearest bathroom, she slammed the door shut and closed it with psychic, then undressed on the spot.. she couldnt wait to get out of the damp uniform.
She threw it in the laundry before letting the water run into the tub.
Waiting, she leaned against the wall, yelping from the coldness at first, but slowly getting used to it.
It sure had been a while for her to see her bare body... some dust and mud was on the parts that wasnt shielded by her so called clothing, and the others looked sweaty and used.
But most of her attention was on the stump of her left arm.
It looked amazing how the blood arm fitted together with the flesh, as like they were one part.
At last, the tub was full, and she added some cold water before entering it.
Not even bothering about soap or anything, she simply enjoyed the warm water around her and sighed, unaware of the fact that she fell asleep again.
"Captain!!" she heard herself screaming. Everything was dark, but the smell of gunsmoke was in the air.
Her eyes hurted, her back hurted, she couldnt feel her arm anymore... but most of all, she had the feeling that she knew whats going on.
Someone collapsed on top of her. Someone with a smokeing cigarette.
She could feel it, the gigantic scythe was sticking out his back, he was bleeding like no end.
Crawling out under him, she got up to his face, or at least, where she thought his face would be.
"Captain! Captai...!" She was cut off by gentle, but rough, lips crushing onto hers.
The tongue to the said mouth gained entrace into hers, forceing a french kiss.. the taste of blood and gunsmoke was in that kiss.
Seras couldnt move or even react... it felt... good.
For a moment, all pain faded and she felt good over her whole body.
As their lips parted, a small trail of blood hanged out inbetween.. cold air catched her mouth.
"Ha. Hahaha! Finally.. I finally managed to get a kiss from you, girlie..."
The voices slowly faded, as she heard a final sentence.. "And thats worth dieing for..?"
Gasping loudly, Seras sat up.. her body was like it burned.. she mustve lied here for more than a few hours.
The temperture of the water literally changed to the one of her body.. all warmth was absorbed like from a battery, and the heat of her were now warming the water.
It felt more like fluid icecubes.
She looked down on herself again... her breasts felt sore, if someone slapped them for the last three hours.. she couldnt tell about the rest, that was all that were out of the water.
Sighing, she cleaned herself quickly and carefully, then leaved the tub, clentching her teeth.
Intense coldness seemed to fill the room now, her body burned all over.
Quickly, she took a towel, getting the cold water off her skin.
The laundry had stopped.. lucky for her, it had some dry cleaning build in. As she wrapped her towel around her waist, she took the uniform out of it, takeing it along... although she didnt feel like takeing it on again.
In former days, she would have felt slutty if shed just go around in nothing but a towel and most of all, she wouldnt want to give the others a good look at her.
But since her transformation, something clicked inside her.. she didnt really care that much anymore.
And her skin could need a fresh breeze.
Back in her room, she had finished unpacking her stuff, slipping on a black top and some jeans.. before decicdeing that jeans wont be the best choice, and takeing an pair of more comfortable pants instead.
Some time before, she had managed to find a table for her room, so that were the place to unpack all that stuff.. after takeing out the gun and unfinished cartrigdes, as well as the powder, shed just threw the box into the corner, near the so called coffin.
Along with the powder, there were some tools to refill the ammo.. but no instructions at all.
With a sigh, she were about to begin... as a certain name caught her eye.
Marvells NNA 9. This wasnt even the right powder.
Seras thought for a moment... this could make the gun stronger .. or just blast it into pieces if you use the wrong amount of gunpowder.
She decided it was worth the risk to try, and filled it as she thought it should be done.
Just using a paper target, Seras went out of the room with Casull in her hand, unfolding the ribbon before it, then loading the new bullet into it.
For extra caution, she wrote down everything she did about it.
She took aim, then pulled the trigger... click. Nothing happened.
Blinking, she tried again... nothing.
This couldnt be right, thats what she knew. Then, an small box filled with tiny metal caps were in sight, under the table... it mustve fallen as she reached over to something.
She didn´t need to use her third eye... it were the same small caps that she saw Walter putting into the end of the shell once.
That were what was missing in her test bullet.
Ten minutes passed, then, she tried again.
Takeing aim, closeing her eyes, pulling the trigger.. slowly..
She didnt think anything was going to happen now.. she just wasnt made to do such things.
BAM!
Her hand jerked up from the intense recoil, as a large hole was in the wall behind the target.
"Wow... guess thats the right one.." she muttered, her arm shakeing alittle from suprise.
On that evening, about twenty more of these bullets were made before Seras fell asleep on the table.