High school, muhahahahahahahaha! At first, this was just going to be another one-shot that detailed Jackal's high school life, but then it kinda grew, and grew, and eventually I was just like "Frick, this brings up way too many side-comments and details, this is going to be a third installment of the Hellsing Cats series. And so it is. Read on my fans *ego*, read on.
Jackal's POV:
I slouched down in my seat, stretching deeply. Mrs. Withers was droning on and on and on, and my tail was sending jolts of pain up my spine. My ears itched under the wool hat. I hated the hat and hated the fact I had to hide my tail in my pants, but I had to hide them both from the normal people at this school. I glanced from side to side uncomfortably, feeling eyes staring at me. I slid a knife halfway out of its sheath, and then slid it back in disgust when I realized it was just the girls in my row. I sighed in annoyance. Why can't they all just stare somewhere else? Dad's right, humans are stupid. There was a flutter of female sighs as well, and I almost screamed in annoyance. Now they're copying me!? God, how can this get worse?
Jesse's POV:
I sighed, staring at Jackal's back. He's sooo hot. He always wore a hat, even though nobody else was allowed to in this school. But that was okay, he was so cool that anything he did was automatically perfect. Every girl knew he wasn't taken, and there had been an ongoing effort to hook him. He remained single. Some girls whispered he was gay, but I caught him staring at me once. Obviously he was a straight guy. There was no way he couldn't be. Jackal was perfect in every way. He had straight A's, and always did what the teachers told us to do. But he was sometimes a rebel too, because he had the hat. Did I mention he was perfect?
Jackal's POV:
At lunch I sat down with my friends, Brian and Michel. "The girls were staring at me again." I complained, shoving a hamburger in my mouth. Brian grinned at me. "Honestly Jack, go ahead and say hi to them. Shyness can only hook so many." I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to "hook" them, I want them to leave me alone!" I growled, salivating a little at the mention of fishing. Michel said calmly. "Then you might want to hide." I looked up to see a posse of the cursed females heading right for our table. I sighed. "Hi, I'm Jesse, and these are my friends. Can we sit here?" the one who seemed in charge asked. I nodded, moving over; ignoring the elbowing that broke out, until Jesse was sitting right next to me.
"So, why'd your parent's name you Jackal, cause that's such a cool name." One of them gushed, and I paused, wondering if I should answer truthfully. "My dad has a gun that's also named Jackal." I said coolly, stabbing a fork into some apple slices. They all stared at me. "Whoa, that's weird. Are your parents okay?" said Jesse, bubbling with concern. I smirked slightly. "Not in the slightest. Dad kills people for a living." They all stared at me. "Is he…wanted?" Jesse asked, eyes wide. I shook my head. "Nah, he just likes being on the front lines. The mercenaries usually take care of things." I took a drink of the pop. I wish I had some blood right now.
They all stared at me. "How much money do your parents have?" one asked, looking like she was about to faint. I shrugged. "Dunno. I never bothered to ask." They looked confused. "Then who hired the mercenaries?" Jesse asked. That was one I could answer easily. "Our boss, Sir Integra. She's the one in charge." They all wowed softly. "So what do your parents do?" said Jesse, leaning closer to me. I bit my lip. "Umm, I would love to tell you, but it's strictly confidential. Several of Sir Integra's agents might be compromised. Sorry." They all looked disappointed. "So, how's your mom?" Jesse asked, and I grinned. "She's awesome. Sometimes she even lets me use her knives and stuff." I said, and they all did that whispering, muttering thing and giggled. I didn't try to peep in on their minds or listen in. Mom said it was rude and quite frankly I was afraid to. Suddenly my phone rang and I pulled it out, squinting at the number. I clicked it on as the girls all instantly went silent. "Jackal, where in school are you?" Mom asked, and I shrugged. "Cafeteria."
"Please tell me there aren't tons of witnesses to the fact about twenty gun-toting Iscariots are going to jump you in about five seconds." I winced. "Uh, yeah, about half the school. Why can't you come and beat the crap out of them?" I asked, and saw the girls' eyes bulge. "Because your father and I are currently fending off Anderson, Heinkel, and Yumie from Integra. I'm hanging upside down over the balcony with Heinkel shaking my leg off. Alucard's currently trying to kill her but not getting anywhere since Anderson's impaling him through the…everything really. Just…try to keep it to a minimum?" I growled, hearing thudding feet from all corners of the school. "You and dad never keep it to a minimum and don't tell me it's because you're tougher." She chuckled over the phone. "Spoken like a true kid of mine. And Alucard's too I suppose. Well then, don't let any civilians die and don't show it to anyone you wouldn't want hauled off to your father and brainwashed." I nodded. "Right mom. Have fun." I said, turning the phone off.
"What was all that about?" Brian asked, and I sighed. "You remember my seventh birthday…" I said wearily, rubbing my forehead. He and Michel winced. "Oh…crap, not again?" he asked, and I nodded. "Yup." I said, and the Jesse girl broke in. "What happened on your seventh birthday?" Brian and Michel snickered and I gritted my teeth. "We had to evacuate the area because a whole bunch of terrorists-" The doors slammed open, and I sighed and shook my head, feeling both Brian and Michel pat my back in sympathy. Everybody started screaming, and the leader fired off about seven or eight shots to "calm" them all down. "All we want is the boy known as Jackal Pazúry! Hand him over and nobody gets hurt!" he snarled, and despite the hysterical protests of Jesse and the other girls I stood. "So…hello there." I said, grinning, and they all raised their guns slightly. "You're in the custody of Iscariot now! Put your hands above your head and turn around." I rolled my eyes and turned around, letting them approach me, guns still ready. "By the way, my mom told me she needed my help repainting the basement, so I actually can't come with you at this time. She gets pissed when I don't help out with chores." I said neutrally, hands still above my head.
Jesse's POV:
OMG. Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god… Jackal was so hot. Those creeps with the guns were approaching him and he was just as calm and neutral as ever, and then he said "By the way, my mom told me she needed my help repainting the basement, so I actually can't come with you at this time. She gets pissed when I don't help out with chores." and smirked a little as they growled. "We're not scared of her or that abomination!" the leader hissed, poking his back with the butt of his gun as I nearly fainted. "Oh I know that. You wouldn't be here otherwise. But you should be at least scared of me." He purred, his red eyes flaring dangerously. Before anybody could scream a warning, he spun, hand knocking the gun away from his chest as he bit down viciously on the man's arm. I nearly swooned in rapture. He let go and spat the blood out, punching the man rapidly until he flew back, choking out blood. He bent, picking up his gun as the other's gaped, casually switching the safety off and aiming it towards them. "You taste like hypocrisy." He chuckled, spitting another trickle of blood out of his mouth.
They growled, raising their guns. "I wouldn't. Isn't it your job to keep the night and nasty away from these people?" he purred, so quietly only somebody near, like me, could have heard. "I'm allowed to defend myself. If you shoot, we all know how it's going to end." He said louder, and they all looked at each other nervously. "DIE!" one roared suddenly, gunfire spurting from his machine gun as Jackal grunted, staggering back slightly and then shaking his head rapidly. As soon as he had moved previously, people had started running out, so now it was only me and a few others. He panted, and I whimpered as I saw blood dripping down his front to the floor. "Idiots. Silver, not even blessed, against his son? You're dead!" he snarled, moving forward slightly as they gulped. He was suddenly blurring, and I gasped as I saw his hand tear through one of the men's entire body, not even pausing as he moved to the next and the next and the next. Only one was soon left as Jackal was dripping blood, hand streaked with red. "Don't even bother running. Shooting me that much made me hungry." He rumbled, approaching him as he whimpered, edging away and hitting the wall. He lunged, pouncing on the man and I cried out as I saw fangs embed themselves in his neck, and Jackal began drinking, gulping down the blood hungrily.
He pulled away, licking his lips, and I whimpered, closing my eyes. I heard a growl and saw him approaching me, eyes glowing. "Back away! The power of Christ compels you!" I said, making a cross with my fingers. He stopped, eyes fading and crossing his arms. "Jesse, isn't it?" I nodded, feeling injured he hadn't even remembered my name. "The power of Christ is absolutely useless against vampires. Blessed items sometimes work, and silver does the trick too. But making a cross with your hands only makes me wants to laugh." He yanked out his phone, and I saw him put it on speaker. "Mom?" I heard a grunt at the other end. "I killed them all. But I have a witness." He said, eyes shifting to me. There was a sigh. "The usual. Bring her in." A female said, voice so guttural with pain that age was indistinguishable. He nodded, turning it off. "Right then. You're coming with me." He said, grabbing my arm and yanking me up. "Hey wait! You can't just kidnap me!" I said indignantly, and he chuckled. "Actually, from what you've seen just now, I can legally kidnap you and take you to my boss. The Queen herself allows it all the time." He said, and that piece of information kept me silent as he dragged me to the parking lot.
"God it's nice to be out of school." He said suddenly as we were waiting by the curb, flashing me a grin. There was a beep, and he looked up to see a limo. "Right. C'mon." he said, dragging me into the car, which had ominously dark-tinted windows. A blonde teen a little older than him was leaning against the seat, purple eyes slitted as she dabbed a wet cloth at a gaping wound in her chest. "Oh my god! We need to get her to a hospital now!" I squeaked, reaching out and then backing away, afraid I might hurt her more. Those purple eyes opened, and I squeaked again as I saw they were cat-slitted. "Shut it girl. No offense. I'm just fine and dandy, or I will be in a few seconds. Jackal, in." she growled, and he shoved me in before sliding into the seat next to me, not bothering to buckle himself. He eyed the woman, and she nodded. "Frick, the girl saw you in a blood rage. Might as well let it all out." she said neutrally, and he grinned.
I gaped as a tail snaked its way out of his pants, silky black fur brushing against my arm as he pulled his hat off, sexy cat ears twitching a little as he sighed and stretched. "God that cotton itches." He murmured, and the girl laughed. "Uh…" I whimpered, pointing at him numbly. "Well, since you're going to be mind-wiped in about ten minutes, we'll tell you everything. I'm Zara Pazúry, this is my son Jackal, as you probably know from school." I blinked. "Wait…SON?!" She grinned at me, eyes flickering with lively humor. "I like this part of being a supernatural reject. I'm almost thirty years old." She said, stretching slightly as she yawned. "Mom's a werecat." Jackal said kindly, exchanging as grin with his…mother. "His father was a vampire, so that's why he has the fangs and the eyes and the blood crazes and suchlike and so on." She said, picking at her sharpened nails. "What…" I murmured, head spinning. "Again, you won't remember anything from today so don't even try to figure it out." she said kindly, chuckling a little.
"That's not fair!" I said, and she rolled her eyes. "Kid, I was experimented on from the age of six to become the ultimate weapon, was on the run for the rest of my childhood, was attacked nightly by vampires for my adolescence, had my twin brother betray me to my archenemy and was forced to kill him, was blown up, resurrected, brainwashed, kidnapped again, and injected with a serum that had Jackal's father's DNA in it to force me to have children, and suffered through the premature birth of FIVE kids, him being the only one that survived. Fairness isn't exactly part of my life." She snapped, and I flushed. "Err…sorry. How on earth are you going to brainwash me though?" Jackal grinned and she rolled her eyes, dramatically falling back on her seat. "Dad." Jackal chuckled at the same time she moaned "Alucard." I blinked. "Wait…what?" She held up her finger and I saw a glimmer of red gems. "My husband. He's a vampire, and Jackal's father, as we have told you numerous times before. He works for the same woman that hired me. "Works" being a key word." She and Jackal smirked.
The car stopped, and she and Jackal both got out, Jackal grabbing my hand and dragging me out after him. There was a flash of red and Zara had time to squeak "Wait a second no you don't-" before she was swept up by a tall man in a red duster. He rumbled happily, and I saw her nails lengthen as she gaked. "Alu…card…can't…breathe…" she managed to gasp, and he dropped her. "Apologies love." He said, his voice deep and sexy, even more so than Jackal's and I struggled to keep my composure, hands tightening their grip on Jackal to remind myself there was a hotter guy who actually knew me and wasn't married. She glared at him, and I saw the flash of affection pass between them before they turned to me. "Jackal, shame. Your first witness and she's clinging to you like a terrified mouse. Your mother's first was at least brave enough to stand on his own." He chuckled darkly, and I immediately let go, scowling at him. "Not my fault. She was the one who stayed, not me." Jackal growled, hands stuck in his pockets as his tail lashed angrily.
"Alucard, stop messing with him. He has to let go of a classmate after all." Zara reprimanded, punching the man's shoulder, and I heard a crack of broken bone and gulped as I saw her calmly start rearranging her knuckle-bones. He chuckled, raising a hand to his glasses. "ALUCARD!" A female voice bellowed, and he scowled and lowered it. A woman with silvery-blonde hair stomped out, glaring at all three of the supernatural creatures. "You know the rules. We get her statement, file it, and then you erase it from her memory." She snarled, deflating my hope she would stop them from mind-wiping me. She grabbed my arm, dragging me back inside as Zara, Jackal, and Alucard exchanged in a family argument. I heard Zara's shrieks all the way from over here and winced as the lady closed the door with a slam. A teen looked up, red eyes soft and glowing. "Hey Integra. Witness?" The woman, Integra, nodded wearily. She grinned, and I saw the now-familiar flash of fangs. "Daw, Jackal's slipping. I've still not had any witnesses." She chuckled, and I heard a drawn-out yell. "Oh god, not now…" Integra grumbled, and there was a flash of purple as a teen skidded past us.
"Hey boss! Who's she?" he asked, casually cradling a grenade in his hands. "TECHNO YOU DIE TODAY!" a female bellowed, and he yelped and ran again, followed by an older woman with several other grenades strapped to her body and a match in her mouth like a cigarette. "Just ignore them all…also, ZARA!" Integra bellowed, and the blonde teen tumbled through the door, several knives held at the ready."What! Any more for me to play with?!" She said excitedly, and Integra sighed. "No. Restrain your mercenaries before I imprison the lot for threatening the public safety of all England." Zara sighed and ran after the boy and woman, shouting something after them. "God, working here must give you such a headache…" I said, and she nodded absently as she opened the doors to what looked like an office.
Zara's POV:
After catching and knocking out both Techno and Maniac, I let Alucard phase me and Jackal to Integra's office, where she was just finishing up on her report as the girl nervously fidgeted in her seat. "So are either of us in trouble?" I asked, putting a hand on Jackal's shoulder as Alucard leered at the teen, making her gulp. Integra glared at the both of us. "Nearly. Did you have to tell her so much?" I shrugged. "Well, I wanted to help the poor thing. She won't remember any of it anyway, right Alucard?" He grinned, ruffling my hair affectionately. "She has a point master." He said, ego swelling as Integra gritted her teeth and nodded. We all grinned at each other for a moment, and Integra sighed, motioning for him to get on with it. "Girl!" he snapped, and she turned, glancing at him, then staring as he caught her mind. "Erase all memory of the incident, however, I've found she works for one of our more…elusive targets. Make a trigger, better make it your name, no human will say that in a conversation, and even if they do, it won't be one she'd walk away from. That man plays for keeps."
Alucard sighed and obeyed, setting the trigger and then making the girl fall into a deep sleep. "Take her to a hospital while I work on the official story. Jackal, you do realize they'll be all over you, male and female?" He made a face and nodded. "Good, I can put you down for whatever I want then. Dismissed, the lot." We nodded and both vampires phased out as I streaked away. Alucard most likely was the one to take the girl, and I settled down for a game of poker to see if I could wrest control of the TV from Soarece.
Jackal's POV:
"No…no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" I murmured, pinching my nose as I saw the destination for our field trip to learn more about the ancient mansions of England. "Wha…oh crap, how's your family gonna cover the whole secret job thing up?" Michel said, also seeing the bulletin. "With a whole lot of sheer dumb luck." Brian said sadly, and I nodded. Jesse peeked at me curiously, and I avoided her gaze. Damn females were even more soppy this past month, and she was the worst, always following me or trying to strike up a conversation in the halls. I was polite, but seriously getting annoyed. God, someone please take her away before I lose it and tell her to piss off… I groaned mentally, slouching and walking away with Brain and Michel as I heard her footsteps behind me. Hey mom, what's the keyword again? I begged, and I heard her snort. Jackal, I have to tell you this, you are what girls consider dead sexy. Even if she gets her memory back, she'll still idolize you, it's another gene you inherited from your dad. This cat is staying in the bag.
I grumbled under my breath, kicking savagely at a desk and catching myself just in time to keep it from snapping apart. I promise I won't use it on her. I growled, and she chuckled. So dedicated. Well, the trigger is your name, my name, and then Techno, and then Soarece. I'd like to see that come up in a casual conversation. Alucard's is something she might catch from some weird Dracula spoof game. She said fondly, and I could picture her making a face at dad. Yeah mom. Love you and all, bye. I said, and then cut the mental link as the bell rang and we all scurried to class.
Jesse's POV:
I slung my backpack over my shoulder, dumping it in my car and driving off to Mr. Morton's, getting out and quickly putting my hair up as I tied my apron, taking my place at the counter and waiting with a smile as the restaurant customers started filtering in. It wasn't really a restaurant, more a dinner, but it paid and I needed money. Mr. Morton himself came by to ask about the incident at school, where I had gotten knocked out by a stray chip of masonry and forgot everything, which made me a little uneasy, but then again everything worked out fine and I was safe, as well as Jackal. Everyone was idolizing him for carrying me to the hospital, although when I thanked him for it he merely shrugged and muttered something about it being the right thing to do before slouching away, head bowed. He did ask me what hours I worked at, and I had told him, so I was secretly hoping for him to come.
"Jesse, spacing out again over that Jack boy again?" Mr. Morton teased, and I blushed, mortified as he chuckled. My blush grew as Jackal walked in with another boy and an older female, chatting absently. "Hey Jesse. These are my friends, Techno, and Maniac." He said, gesturing to them both as Techno gave me an impish wink and Maniac flicked her fingers in a short peace sign before dropping them. "Soda and a burger please." She said in a roughened, American-accented voice as Techno shrugged. "Eh, I'll have a milkshake. Jackal?" he said lazily, and the object of all my dreams scratched his chin. "Soda and burger too." He said calmly, and I nodded, walking away to place their orders as he and the others sat down. "Techno, if you do the you-know-what prank I swear I will make sure you do flagpole duty for the rest of your life." Jackal muttered at the other male with an evil glare as he pouted, folding his arms and turning up his nose as Maniac played with a lighter, flicking it on and off in a rapid tune.
I did my duties as the waitress, keeping an eye on them as Mr. Morton himself walked over, looking angry. "Hello sir. May I help you?" Jackal asked calmly, and he growled. I blinked. Mr. Morton had always been so nice to his employees and customers; I didn't understand why he wasn't being pleasant to Jackal as well. "If you're not here to drink or eat, get out!" he snarled, and I blinked, something niggling in my brain. Had it been just me, or had he put special emphasis on drink? Jackal's mouth turned down slightly in an almost imperceptible frown, but it soon lightened to his neutral, flat line. "I was not aware we were so up front about this." He said coolly, and Mr. Morton blinked. "I take it you and your friends are all of the same?" he asked, and I edged closer silently. Did he pause before saying same? "Myself and my friend here is. Maniac is someone we trust." He said, poking Techno lightly in the shoulder as Mr. Morton suddenly transformed back into the man I knew. "Splendid! Would you like to come back tonight and smooth things over with a drink?" he asked eagerly, and Jackal paused for a moment. "That would be nice." He said calmly, and Mr. Morton bustled off as Techno and Maniac gave him evil glares.
I set their plates down, and they all twitched slightly, like I had intruded on their private thoughts. "Thank you Jesse. Much obliged." Jackal said calmly, and his friends nodded, already tucking into their food. I beamed at him and walked away, humming to myself as I tried to ponder the strange, almost coded conversation. I kept an eye on their table still, and soon they left as Jackal slapped down some bills and gave me a generous tip, locking eyes with me for a moment before leaving. I closed my eyes, heat sweeping over me in a heady blush as I picked up the money and walked to the till in the back to place it in, swaying a little to myself. Suddenly an iron-strong hand gripped my arm, yanking me back to a flat surface as a burst of pain rocketed in my head and everything went black. I slumped to the floor, hearing a semi-familiar voice. " 'Bout time we got another one, the last batch is getting weak. And I did promise that young fledgling a drink."
Jackal's POV:
"EWWW!" Techno finally spluttered, spitting out his milkshake and scraping at his tongue as his red eyes sparked in annoyance. "God, sometimes being a vampire isn't all that!" Maniac chuckled, sipping her soda in smug silence. "As Alucard would say, it was your choice." She said calmly, and he gave her a nasty glare. "Oh be quiet. Jackal, you get it, right?" he asked me desperately, and I coughed, hiding my own smirk. "Actually I'm partially human, so I can eat the human foods with them tasting nasty." I said with a straight face, and he screamed in frustration, running in a rapid circle around us to blow off steam. I casually stuck out an arm and clotheslined him, making him choke and collapse as Maniac shook her head sadly. "Someone pity the poor vampire…" he muttered weakly, and I heard Soarece shriek, phasing down the steps to snatch him up. "TECHNO! Are you okay?!" she squealed, holding him at arm's length before he gave her a weak thumbs up, then kissed him frantically. He flailed for a moment as he caught his balance, then kissed her back as I rolled my eyes and Maniac made a face. They finally pulled apart, and Techno gave a weak fistpump. "Now that's…a way I like to be pitied." He mumbled, grinning hazily as Soarece pulled him in for another kiss.
"Ahem." I looked up the steps further, and swallowed hard. Mom was tapping a foot, looking mad. I flinched, and Techno broke away from Maniac to grip my shoulder. "Dude, run. Run fast." He whispered, and I took a single step backwards. "IDIOT!" She roared, tackling me to the ground and smacking my head against a rock. "HOW STUPID ARE YOU?! YOU COULD'VE RUINED MONTHS OF PREPARATION AND YOUR GIRLFRINED'S LIFE IF HE CAUGHT YOU!" she screeched, shaking me by the shoulders as the world became fuzzy. "He-didn't-catch me-thought-I-was-another-fledgling-FREAK-vampire-m om-stop-can't-see-" I slurred, and she stopped, glaring down at me with unholy fire burning in her gaze. "Darling, why are you strangling our son?" Dad's voice purred from above us, and mom was lifted off me as he held her by the waist. She growled and started squirming frantically as I sat up, twisting in his grip to scrabble at his shoulders.
I watched them absently, musing to myself. Sometimes it was really strange to see them together. Dad usually was in his late twenties and early thirties, and mom hadn't aged a day since I was born, still a teenager. Yet she was like what, in her late twenties? It was a baby amount compared to dad, in his late 500s. So it was very strange sometimes when they scuffled, and now was one of them. It looked like a father restraining his teenager, not a husband cuddling his wife. Go figure. "Hey mom, I got in though. The Elder invited me in for a drink tonight." I said, and they stopped glaring –or in dad's case, smirking- at each other. "Yeah, but can you take him out on your-" Mom started to say, but her chin was gripped by dad and he pulled her in for a kiss as she flailed indignantly. He finally broke it, and she glared at him weakly. "Fine…but be really careful and take your guns." She admonished me, and I rolled my eyes, nodding and starting to walk inside to get ready.
3rd Person POV:
Jackal waited, rocking slowly on the balls of his feet as he tapped a forefinger on his pistol, the Sanctum. Blessed pure Macedonian silver melted down for cross-cut soft-nosed bullets, in the standard Marvell N.N.A.9 cartridges, 10 inches long with 13 millimeter armor piercing rounds; this weapon is designed for the lighter things your Ira can't handle. Still one hell of a big ass gun! Techno's voice echoed in his head as he admired Jackal's newest weapon so many months ago, and he sighed softly, wrapping his fingers around the reassuring steel of the gun and squeezing lightly. He was dressed in his usual black double-breasted jacket and gloves, cat ears flat against his head where they would be hopefully hidden from any observers, tail curled neatly around the waist of his black pants. The door finally opened, and he instantly let go, sliding out a credit card instead. "Mr. Morton invited me." His voice was soft and confident, and he was shown in, the proprietor himself standing behind the counter. "Ah, there you are young man. No hard feelings about earlier, after all I need to keep out the riffraff." He said happily, putting an arm around the younger vampire's shoulders and leading him behind the bar to a closed door, opening it with a smirk.
"Young, virgin, she should be pretty good. Tell me if she's any good and I'll try to replace the lost blood." He said, clapping the impassive teen on the back and closing the door with a bang as the lock clicked. He knelt in front of Jesse, who was staring at him, wide-eyed, bound and gagged on the room's floor. "Jackal, Zara, Techno, Soarece." He said clearly, and her eyes widened further as she jerked back. "Mmm!" she tried to communicate, and he cut her gag with a razor-sharp nail, putting a finger to his lips as he did so. "Jackal! What the hell's going on and why…oh my god…OH MY GOD!" she whimpered, and he clapped a hand over her mouth. "Jesse be quiet! I removed the trance because you're more useful with all your memory back. So for the love of god SHUT UP!" he whispered fiercely, and she nodded. "Right, so the big question. Questions, actually. One, did anything bite you, and two, are you a virgin?" he asked her, and she blushed bright red.
"N-no I'm fine and y-yes, I am a v-vi-vir-" she stammered, looking at her hands as he nodded abruptly and cut her bonds. "Good, I don't have to worry about you turning ghoul or vamp on me when I'm exterminating." He said briskly, and she started, rubbing at her wrists rapidly as he stood, pulling out a huge pistol as her eyes widened. "You don't have that in school do you?!" she squeaked, and he spared her an amused glance. "Mom only lets me have knives in public grounds, unless it's something important. For the lighter missions, I have Sanctum. Ira is the heavy duty gun." He said calmly, loading his gigantic black-grey pistol with a click and turning. "If you see anything that remotely resembles a zombie, alert me and stay out of its way. Do not let anything bite you, and I don't care if it's a mosquito. Stay at my back at all times, and for the love of god, don't make too much noise." He said rapidly, and then kicked the door open, grabbing her arm and dragging her in his wake as they emerged into the darkened hallway.
He stretched out his arm, the gun blasting rapidly as several men with machine guns choked and fell to the floor, rapidly dissolving as Jesse squeaked. "Z-zombie!" she stammered, clutching at his arm as he suddenly turned, keeping her behind him with an arm as he began firing rapidly, ghouls stumbling out of the once-locked doors. "Damn things must've been interconnected as a security measure." He muttered, striding forward as she scuttled behind him numbly and reloading his gun. The discharge went off in a ghoul's open mouth, making the head explode and spatter Jackal's grinning face with gore as he chuckled darkly, spinning to shoot at another FREAK vampire as Jesse stumbled with him, clinging to his free arm with huge eyes and heaving breaths. His wrist suddenly shot past her nose, making her "eep" as he fired at the ghoul about to grab her shoulders and drag her down. "This is Jackal Pazúry, target distracted and engaged ghouls, backup requested ASAP." He muttered into the shiny metal band around his wrist, temporarily freeing it from the terrified human.
"On it Jack. We're sending your father and the Captain over with some of the H.D. Requesting permission to attend?" Zara's voice came through, and Jackal smirked as he blew the head off another ghoul. "No mom. Let the others in the family have their fun, besides, you're supposed to guard Integra for the "how dare you" meeting with the Iscariots tonight." He said condescendingly into it, and there was a sigh. "You got me kid. Have fun and save some for your dad when he comes to scare the stuffing out of them." She said, and it hung up as Jesse ducked, Jackal's open hand missing her by inches as he stabbed it through a chipped vampire's chest. He yanked it out as blood dripped onto her neck, giving her an annoyed look as she whimpered. "Stay." He growled, suddenly shoving her into the wall and reloading his gun. Bullets peppered the ranks of undead, and they uttered long moans before collapsing into dust. Jackal jerked around, catching the bare-fisted punch the FREAK threw at him and kicked upwards, a gruesome crunch of shattering bone echoing in the air as his boot met arm. The woman screamed, and he grinned mirthlessly, swiping her head off with his bare hands and charging into another vampire, trading blows and then impaling him through the heart as he choked, blood dripping from his mouth momentarily before he collapsed into a pile of ashes like his comrades.
Jackal froze as the sound of a gun cocking split the air, turning to see Mr. Morton himself holding a Smith and Wesson's, panting hard. "Alright pal, just what the hell is going on? Think you're some kind of hunter?" he snarled, and Jackal's previously hidden cat ears flicked up as his tail slowly slid out from under his clothing. "One of the best." He replied calmly, and Morton snorted. "Like hell you are. What's your name boy? I wanna know what to write on your tombstone." He growled menacingly, and Jackal reloaded the Sanctum calmly. "Jackal. Jackal Pazúry." He said, and the man –vampire– paled. "You…you…" he stammered, backing away as Jesse shrunk back against the wall. Jackal's gaze flickered to hers in annoyance as the panicked FREAK seized her by the ankle and dragged her to him, holding her as a body shield. She cried out in pain as the offending limb throbbed painfully, and the teenage vampire sighed in resignation, closing his eyes. "Bad move." He said quietly, and the man snorted. "Yeah? Then shoot me." He taunted, and Jackal's brilliant crimson eyes opened.
"If you insist." He said calmly, and the Sanctum boomed several times as Jesse cried out, feeling something hot and painful sear into her body as Jackal was suddenly close, his arm wrapping around her side as his arm impaled the former employer, all the way up to his elbow as Morton hissed, then collapsed into dust. She whimpered, aware blood was trickling down her body as Jackal pulled his hand out. Jackal leaned back as she blushed slightly, his eyes raking over her. "You flinched." He grumbled, touching her side lightly where there was a large red stain. "I wouldn't have hit you if you'd have stayed still." She glared at him, forgetting her crush for a moment as she snapped tartly "My apologies for not being entirely on top of the situation." Then she remembered who she was talking to and clapped her hands over her mouth, looking horrified. He grunted in absent amusement, suddenly grabbed her side as she cried out, pain shooting through her body as he nodded to himself.
"Just barely penetrated. Almost a graze, but I suppose that can't be helped." He said, then let go slowly. "Try and stand." She immediately collapsed, and he gave a weary sigh, kneeling beside her on the floor and reaching for the wound again as she scooted away in anticipation of more pain. His eyes snapped up to hers, and while annoyed, promised no harm, so she let him touch it again gently, unlike the harsh squeeze like last time. She noticed idly that his ears swiveled in many directions at once, just like a cat's, independent of each other as his tail gave a few lazy flicks every so often. "Can you…I dunno, hide those?" she asked, and he blinked, looking up from her side. "Hmm?" He sounded slightly surprised, and she blushed, gesturing helplessly to his tail and ears. "I mean…um…it's not exactly…" she mumbled, and a wry smile twisted his lips. "I'm not shy about it. You want to know if I have to deal with these 24/7, correct?" he asked softly, and she nodded, blushing.
"Unfortunately, yes. Mom is a werecat; she appears human and is mostly human for most of her daily life. When she changes, unless she's very angry, it's usually a conscious decision. Her only physical defects are her eyes and her nails. Dad's kinda the same, except he always has black hair and red eyes no matter what form he uses, although Sir Hellsing says his original human form has dark brown hair. Mom died a few months after she met Dad, and when she got back to him he almost shot her because the friend –her name's Soarece- that had taken care of her until then got turned into a vampire a few years previously. A bunch of stuff happened, and after that I was born. The spirits that brought back mom altered her body a lot, so it was incredibly dangerous that her children had vampire genes. You know, three species DNA spliced into one, Human, Cat, and Vampire. All four of my littermates died, two before they were born, and the other two had birth defects, one crippled and one too small. I was the only one that survived, and mom hasn't had any other litters –kids- since I was born. So there are some things that I can and can't do that my parents can't." he said briskly, and she felt a slight sting of pain as he finished bandaging her wound.