Chapter 3: Exorcist Expectations

-Ophelia's View-

-8:57 am-

The sun greeted you uneasily as you sat up in bed, stretching and flexing your muscles as you walked over to the bathroom. Taking off your wool gloves and washing the deep cross-like scars on the back of your hands. You had them since birth, deep intricate scars along the back of your hands; you showered and dressed in your fighting outfit. A simple black turtle-neck sweater (that had a Hellsing coat of arms stitched on the breast) with a tank-top underneath, dark blue jeans which were slightly frayed around the ankles and large black boots with a switchblade hidden inside. You pulled your hair back into a braid, grabbed your coat and weapon before leaving for breakfast. Most of the other soldiers were already eating, chatting or cleaning their guns; you stepped inside and headed towards the buffet. Behind you, you could hear whispers from the other soldiers.

"…think of her? Heh, I'll tell you guys something, she may have a fine ass but it all comes down to whether she can fight or not. If she can, then you know that she's a tiger in bed." His friends laughed, like the sick pigs they were. You ignored them, they'll see. You sat down on an empty table, biting into an apple and continuing to read your book.

"Mind if I sit here?" You looked up, the voice was feminine. A girl about your age was looking down at you, her short, jagged blonde hair stuck wildly at odd angles and her large blue eyes looked down at you.

"Sure." She sat down opposite you; you noticed that she had a packet of medical blood, bowl and spoon on her tray. "You're a vampire too?" You asked, she looked up, a little surprised at how direct you were. She looked down with a little sadness.

"Yeah, I'm not a proper vampire like Master is but… I still have to do a lot of vampire things. Drink blood; sleep in a coffin, restricted to the estate during the day... yeah… it's hard but it saved my life." You smiled.

"Then why are you out here, I thought you'd be asleep." She smiled.

"Couldn't sleep, I had to stay at the estate all day yesterday, so I slept a long time then." The two of you continued talking for a long time, joking, telling each other about your lives. Before long, it was almost ten.

"Seras. I have to go see Sir Integra now; I'll talk to you later." You said getting up.

"Ok see you later Ophelia!" she said, before continuing her liquid meal. You walked up the stairs toward her office. Knocking on the door before entering, you stepped inside. Walter was with her, she handed you a small file.

"You know exorcism methods don't you?" You nodded, opened the file, and inside was a photo of a young man, as well as a sheet of paper, explaining who he is. "He has been possessed by a satanic presence, you need to exorcise him and send him back to his family. This is a dangerous mission, so I will send a small squadron of men to help you." You nodded and left, walking outside, you realised how large the estate was, the wind had reduced to a gentle icy breeze, and the grass wasn't as green as it usually was but the property was massive. Before you stood a small team of five men, one who you recognised as the one from the cafeteria, a smug look on his face. You walked up to them; they were standing against a large, black van.

"Men, I only require one thing from you in this mission. Don't let the spirit escape and don't fire unless I tell you to." You all jumped in the van and took off; you gave the driver directions to the man's house and sat back, reading his file.

-30mins later-

You pulled up to an average suburban house, other than the aura of death that surrounded it. The men filed out of the van, guns in hand; ready to await your orders. You grabbed your large black bag, filled with holy water, crucifixes, a large bible and silver stakes. You pulled out your gun. Your gun was large, heavy and silver, with a gentle golden tint on the handle and red roses carved around it; on the side was carved its name, 'Rose Judgement'. Holding your gun tight in your hand you walked inside the house. The scent of blood was almost sickening; it was poured all over the walls in great crimson pools. Some of the men were being sick in the corner, but you held your head high. Walking upstairs, the smell was heavier and thicker, the men close behind you; you turned into the bedroom, a young man sitting on the floor, soaked in blood.

"Mr. Woods? My name is Ophelia Jones. I've come to help you." He slowly turned his head to you, his eyes wild and white.

"P…Please….help….me…" He whispered before slamming his body against a wall, the men behind you were slightly shaken and cocked their guns ready to fire.

"DON'T SHOOT!!" You screamed at them, they lowered their weapons, except for one.

"He's dangerous, he must be killed."

"He needs help." You walked towards the man, whose chest was rising and falling with ragged breaths. Kneeling down in front of him, you placed a sacred wafer on his forehead. He screeched in pain and fell back, spread-eagled on the floor, hair mingling with blood and sweat. Opening up your bag, you took out your bible and holy water; you poured the holy water on his face. His eyes rolled back in his skull, body twitching violently and his mouth was starting to foam.

"MISS JONES??!" You didn't answer; instead, you chanted chapters from the bible non-stop. Quick, powerful words from God, Mr. Woods started to hiss and spit at you like a feral cat.

"I order you to release this body! Foul, disgusting entity that has possessed this man!!" The man's voice went three octaves deeper.

"He he, this body is mine! Who are you to order me out scum of Hellsing?!!" The men behind you were shaken, their guns trembling in their hands but you kept a strong head.

"It is not right to simply take bodies for your selfish purposes. Release him at once! You have killed so many already." A strong surge of energy rippled through you, and every inch of your being felt like fire was burning over you, consuming you in its amber glow. 'What is this feeling?' The man's expression changed from one of smugness to fear. The men behind you cocked their guns, not at the creature but you.

"Miss Jones?" Was all you heard before you blacked out.

-Random Soldier's View-

-10:43 am-

Miss Jones' body seemed to ripple slightly, as though the flesh had a mind of its own. Something came over her, like a misty haze, a wave of silvery white hair swept over her own and the body of a tall man seemed to cloak her. The possessed man started to shake with fear, his body trembling. I cocked my gun at her, as did the other men; she turned her face to us. Her eyes were closed but the man's eyes were wide open, deep piercing pools of amber gold looked through us.

"So, my sweet has returned to me." He said, his voice was deep and seductive, even I started to swoon. He made her hands pass over her body, slowly, over her collarbone and chest. I couldn't help but follow her hands as they ran over her body, brushing against her thighs. "Hmm, a perfect copy. I was starting to wonder if I had made a mistake letting you go. No matter, no matter; that's all in the past. I will be with you soon… Ophelia." The shroud disappeared and her eyes fluttered open, unaware of what had happened.

"So, are you going to come out, or do I have to force you?" She asked the still shaking man.

-Ophelia's View-

-10:44 am-

"Well?" The man was shaking before you.

"Please sp-spare me oh Dark One! I-I was only p-p-playing!!" A thin stream of black mist shot out of his mouth and tried to hit you. Quickly reaching into your bag you pulled out a large glass jar, trapping the spirit inside.

"Mr. Woods? Are you alright?" A man behind you asked. You felt something against you to see him hugging your legs, tears of joy rolling down his face.

"Thank you…" He whispered out, you dropped to your knees and hugged him tightly.

"Men, we need to get him home."