AN: No Alucard in this chapter, but you'll meet him, Seras and Integra in the next one.
DISCLAIMER: Hellsing, not mine. Society of Leopold, not mine either. It belongs to the creators of the RPG Vampire the Masquerade.
Chapter 2
Scent of early summer flowers fill the Hyde Park, the famous park of London. The morning is sunny and warm, giving birds good enough reason to sing. As if they would need one. But some birds don't sing at the moment. The pitch black ravens search the park for breakfast.
Even though it's fairly early, the Park is already in use for humans as a place to relax a moment before rushing off to work, or merely hang around. Some people are travellers, who wish to spend their day early enough to be able to check as many sights as possible during the day.
Among the walkers can be seen a woman clad in light blue knee-length skirt and top with spaghetti straps. She is carrying a small, pale pink backpack over her shoulders. Her platinum hair seems to turn into molten gold as the sun shines on it.
Her opal eyes, hidden under pale gray contacts, shine with mirth. As she walks, the pendant hanging from a chain around her neck sways slightly. It has been around her neck all these centuries. If the original owner of the pendant would meet her now, he wouldn't recognize her. That's how much she has changed.
Mittheleana has decided to spend the day shopping, but as she passes the British Museum she just can't resist going in. Not that this is new or something of the sort. To her these visits have become almost a tradition. She visits the museum at least once a week, stopping to see findings of certain era for a moment. Those artifacts are centuries old, but she doesn't mind, so is she. Actually a millennium is closer to the truth, but who's counting…
As she exits the museum she decides to stop by and check one of the churches in London. She's not religious, but she just loves to watch the old gothic style cathedrals, especially she loves to visit their crypts. Her favorite one is St Paul's Cathedral.
A quick glance at her watch tells her something that makes her groan. St Paul's isn't open yet. With a sigh she allows her feet to carry her to the closest bus stop, and to the Double Decker.
A few minutes later she steps out of the red bus, admiring the building in front of her. A female paradise. The building is a department store, Harrods. She knows just the perfect way to spend time – shopping.
Harrods has been open only for a short moment, nevertheless many people have decided to check it right now. She steps inside the building and gives up her backpack for safe keeping.
An hour passes and she has gone through the entire department store and is already outside the building. Unfortunately she found nothing interesting. Well, there has to be the first time for everything.
She heads towards the nearest underground station, Knightsbridge. Not that she would have to use the underground, for with her abilities she could easily move herself from one place to another. The only reason that keeps her from doing it, is that people don't take well people who appear out of thin air.
Soon enough she is standing amongst the crowd, waiting the train. While waiting she looks around her. A young pregnant woman is sitting on a bench, reading a magazine. A man about her age is standing by the bench, holding his hand on her shoulder.
Mittheleana smirks. Ah, young love. Her smirk suddenly fades as she remembers him. She shakes her head, forcing the man out of her thoughts. She nearly fails, but approaching train steals her thoughts, and she enters the nearest car as soon as the doors open.
She takes a seat by the window, only to get up some time later as the train stops at the St Paul's station. She gets off the train and heads to the cathedral. Before entering it she stops in front of the building, taking in its glory.
This too is something she does in a regular basis. With a smile she enters the building, walking around it with the tourists. As soon as she reaches the altar, she stops to look at it, to feel the holiness of this place, feeding her. Why does it do it, she doesn't know, nor does she complain.
Soon enough she heads towards the crypt. She walks around it, smelling the scent of death. Inwardly frowning she notices that this scent has always been like this, never fading. She reads the texts carved in stones, being able to understand even the older ones perfectly. She can even remember what read in those whose texts have already nearly, or completely, vanished.
Her next target is the London Tower. After a short trip in the underground she is standing in front of the entrance, having joined a tourist group. She listens to their chatting for a while, before identifying their language. They appear to be speaking Swedish. She grins. She knows this language. And if she didn't, she has been in these tours for many times already, she knows the guide's presentation by heart.
After the tour Mittheleana walks around the City, visiting museums, galleries, malls, and little boutiques, until returning her apartment in the Embassy area. Her home has nothing extra in it, some paintings and antiques, alongside with modern furniture. The dominant colours are steel grey, black and white, with a bit of burgundy, royal blue and gold.
After a quick snack she walks to her walk-in closet and stops in front of a sliding door. She slides it open, checking that she has enough of everything. Every single object behind the sliding door is meant for hunting vampires, ghouls, and demons. These things, and her education for the matter, she received from a man who was part of the Society of the Leopold. Of course the man himself had only little idea that his pupil was immortal.
Noticing that she has enough of everything, she goes to her living room to read one of the many horror novels in her library. So engrossed she is in her book, that she misses pair of eyes behind her apartment window.
So this is her, eh? Trust me, girl, when I'm finished with you, you will pray for death to come. Not that it would. Oh no. You will give me what I want. A smirk crosses thin lips. Oh yes you will.
Mittheleana snaps out of her reverie as she hears noise from outside. The Big Ben? She glances outside her window and smiles. Time to patrol.
She hopes that this would be the night, that she would meet him again. She has hoped to meet him ever since she came to London. She knows he's in here, somewhere. She can almost smell him. She really wants to see him again, to give him back his pendant, of course. She would never admit that there could be any other reasons.
As she goes through her wardrobe she suddenly gets the feeling that she will meet him tonight. Humming a happy tone she tries to look for clothes that would be comfortable to wear, suitable for fighting, and look good.
At first she can't make up her mind, as nothing seems to be perfect, but then she sees an outfit she bought some time ago, but she never has used it – until now. She grabs it, and puts it on.
Soon enough she is standing in the front of a tall mirror looking at her reflection. She's wearing a long flowing black skirt, and a black bell sleeved shirt. She's satisfied and moves to hide her weapons. A band hidden under her left sleeve will hold a group of small vials filled with holy water.
A similar band hidden in her right sleeve will serve as a holder for her favourite weapons, the throwing blades. These two inches long oval shaped, double bladed, objects were made by melting blessed silver cross, and they were cooled in holy water.
Her black handbag gets to hold the pepper spray in vampire hunter style. That is, holy water with silver ions. After a moment of hesitation she also drops a small box in the bag. Better safe than sorry…
A pair of black sandals on her feet and she's ready to go. The shoes might be too cold, considering that evenings are still cool, but she has never really cared about cold and hot.
