Woot! Ok...so America. I've only been to NY once, so the city's probably pretty screwed up. Sorry. Just a warning, I don't know where I'm going with this.
Nine hours and an exhausting plane ride later, the foursome arrived in New York. It was a cold winter's morning, dirty snow covering the streets of the famed city.
"Dracula on Broadway," Carrigan sniffed, throwing the pamphlet into the snow. "What makes them think they know what he acts like?"
"It's supposedly fiction, Carri," Marisot muttered, too exhausted to argue.
Getting one-way tickets to New York in the middle of the night for four teenaged girls with a single checked bag filled with weapons was even harder than expected and going through all that trouble had exhausted everyone except Carrigan who was ranting about anything she could find. The vampire was annoyed at having been dragged away from England on such short notice and was finding almost insane pleasure in driving her friends crazy.
"Even if it is, they should at least take the time to try and figure out what really happened." She stepped on the pamphlet as they continued to walk down the street, searching for a place to stay.
"Hey."
All four girls whipped around, Carrigan and Marisot pulling out the guns they had concealed in the bag they had checked together.
A young man stood behind them, hands spread to the side with empty palms facing them. "Hold on! I don't wanna mug you or anythin'!"
Both guns remained aimed at his chest.
A cold winter wind tugged at the girl's clothes and hair, brushing Carrigan's untamed black locks into her face.
"Hey! I ain't got a gun! Two on one, that's not fair!"
"Why are you following us?" Marisot growled, motioning toward her companions with the muzzle of her gun. "What do you want with us?"
He grinned, exposing sharp-looking fangs. "It isn't me who wants something with you. It's my master."
"You're one of them," Diana growled, stepping forward. Her leather coat swirled about her, snapping in the wind.
"What?"
"Get out of here before I blow your head off." Marisot once again waved the gun at him, wishing her unruly hair had been tied back before they got here.
"Wait." His smile disappeared, leaving wide eyes and surprise written clearly on his face. "I swear my master wants to help you. He's not…not like me."
"You're—" Carrigan began, eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"I'm like you." He nodded at the vampire, a faint trace of cautious smile on his lips. "Bound to a human master."
"I thought we were the only ones," Carrigan muttered, lowering her gun just enough to appear less threatening. "What does your master want with us?"
"He wants your help. When he heard members of the Hellsing organization were coming here, he sent me to find you."
"Who…?" Marisot shot a glare over her shoulder at Anessa.
Annie shrugged, pushing the glasses up on her nose. "I told no one."
Diana shook her head and Carrigan remained still, staring at the boy.
"What is your name?" Carrigan muttered, lowering the gun all the way. Such a low level vampire could never do anything to harm her.
He hesitated, glancing between the four threatening girls. "Mark Schmitt."
"Heh." She smirked, tucking her gun away. "And your master is…?"
"Merlin Jacobs Woodword." He grinned again, giving Diana the shivers.
"Ah, the Woodword organization. We've heard of you." Carrigan smirked, exposing her own fangs. "Apparently you aren't doing too well to rid the city of your vampire problem. Are you?"
"Well, when you put it that way…yes." He hung his head for a moment before bringing it back up to stare straight at Marisot. "We were hoping you could help us."
"Look, if someone from Hellsing knows we're here, we have to keep moving," Marisot said as gently as she good. "I can't go back to England."
"If you work with us, we have the authorization to keep you from going back home if we need to use it." His scarlet eyes glinted with amusement.
OoO
"Target acquired," a husky male voice said from the shadows of an alley. He watched the four girls walk away with the young boy while instructions were whispered into his ear through the headphones.
"Affirmative." The radio clicked off.
He straightened from his crouch and stepped out of the alley into the snow, his long white coat flapping around his ankles.
"I've been waiting for this fight, Hellsing." He stalked down the street after the group, silently trudging through the snow.
