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Elle viendra, Je sais qu'elle.
Pip ducked bullets as he raced to the front barricade, slamming into it before another salvo tore the air.
Elle viendra.
His heart was pounding. Firing blind he emptied a magazine in Millennium's direction. He didn't think he hit anyone. No need to. Just keep them there and when Seras came back they would kill all of them.
Je sais qu'elle.
Men were wounded, screaming. Blood slipped from the dying. The words of his men were strained and dimmed. Pip yelled out commands, assignments. He didn't recall a word he said, it was all automatic.
Seras viendra.
He saw someone pop above the boxes to fire. Before Pip could call him back he was cut down.
"Get down! Split up the ammo!"
Pip crouched down and looked over the pooled ammo. Not much. He looked into the eyes of his men. Not the first time in this situation. There was still hope. He made more reassurances, more words he did not remember.
Suddenly his vision whited out. He was thrown. A moment to recover. His vision blurred. He wobbled to his knees. Pain lanced outward from his abdomen. It hurt, that was good, the ones that didn't hurt were worse.
"Lieutenant! Cas-", Pip started to yell, but cut off when he saw Claude.
"Ca-Captain, ca-ca I take a sh-short rest? I'm so tri...ed."
"Its okay, you can sleep now."
Au revoir Claude. Pip struggled to get back into firing position. He couldn't find his rifle. He saw a vampire ready another rocket.
Pip waited, it was all he could do.
Elle viendra, Je sais qu'elle.
A bang, and the vampire's head exploded. More bangs, more shells flew by.
Down the hall the last of those bastards were being shredded. Out of ammo Seras dropped her weapons and advanced.
"I knew she'd come," Pip said to no one.
Seras strode by, her face set in a stern mask. Tattoo picked herself off the floor and glared at Seras. For a moment they stared at each other. Then that tattooed freak punched the ground. Weird symbols spewed out and crept along the hallway. Seras froze. Only a moment, but was all that thing needed. She cut Seras's arm off first, than stabbed her in the back and sliced out her eyes.
Pip wasn't aware off standing up, taking a gun and running out. Not until he was there. He slammed that bitch's scythe into her face, knocked her to the ground and shot her. He was shaking. He wanted to keep hitting that thing, to make her hurt and scream.
Gasps and pained moans took him from his thoughts. Seras was hurt. She was more important. He gently picked her up and put her across his shoulders.
"Leave me", Seras whispered.
"Non."
"Please leave me", she sounded desperate. Pip ignored her, his stomach still hurt. He forced himself back, ten meters, eight, five. He heard the gunshots and felt pain tear through his legs. Two of the survivors raced out and fired behind him. Smoke canisters were thrown next. Everything hurt, the last steps were utter agony. He wouldn't have traded it for anything.
He didn't feel the impact, he didn't feel the pain, he didn't feel anything. His arms lost all strength and Seras slipped out. He collapsed. He looked down and saw the blade sticking out. Seras was struggling to her feet. She seemed to know. Without thinking he surged forward and kissed her. The feel of her soft lips, her wonderful scent, Her. J'ai obtenu mon baiser. He held her as long as he could. He drew away, his life fading.
"Beautiful.............take..my......blood...Seras", speaking was so hard now,"take.....it....and...go........get........them."
The darkness that played around his eyes closed in and took his sight, he felt the ground hit his back, his last thoughts of Seras.
It.....was......so ........sim..........
The End
Translations(hopefully accurate):
Elle viendra, Je sais qu'elle – She will come, I know she will
J'ai obtenu mon baiser – I got my kiss.
