Wolf walked into the main door of the mansion. Or what was left of it, reduced to a tattered frame draped in canvas from the blimp. He pushed the heavy cloth out of his way and walked into the broken and slightly burned remains of the parlor. A maid, sixteen men with weapons and light brown combat fatigues, and a woman half covered in tattoos, all dead. Plus some German foot soldiers and an officer killed by the impact. Alles toten.
"Hello?" He said flatly.
Suddenly, something shot out at him. He ducked just in time to have a few hairs clipped. An arm? Yes, an arm made of shadow and blood. The tips of the fingers formed into huge claws. It shot out at him again, and again. For a moment he was enjoying himself, dodging and ducking the arm, but it soon grew boring, and he grabbed it the next chance he got. Whatever was on the other side of this thing was caught off guard, and jerked forward slightly. He pulled the arm towards him, expecting a monster to emerge from the shadows with the rest of the arm, but what came out looked nothing like a monster. A young girl, no older than twenty-one, he could tell from reading her mind. Her uniform drenched in blood, the blood of the foot soldiers, and the tattooed woman.
"Get your hands off of me you Nazi Freak!" She shouted.
"Who are you calling a Nazi?"
She ripped her arm from his grasp, "Shut up you coward, and fight!" She threw a demon-size punch at his face.
He dodged, "Coward? That's Hardly fitting for a being who has faced every fear known to man. Oh, and if I really fought, I'd have ended the fight about a minute ago." The girl threw another punch.
This time, instead of dodging or ducking, he bit down on her hand, just to taste her blood. She let out a grunt and withdrew her arm.
"Seras Victoria, is it? Interesting name." He summed up. She gave him a confused look. "I guess it's only fair that I tell you my name, Wolf Nonak. A pleasure to meet you." He said with a soft smile, he now knew why she attacked him. She was simply defending her country. She was a Hellsing operative. A Vampiric one. And she was reading his mind as he registered it all.
Seras searched his mind, and slowly began to lower her guard a bit. She couldn't see any hostile intentions in his mind. "A pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Nonak." She added with a slight smile.
"I'd like to stay and chat, but I think we've both got things to attend to at the moment."
"Yes, my master is in downtown London. I think we should head there."
"You're the boss." He grinned.
