Chasing the Night/ Chasing the darkness
AUTHORS NOTE: Yeah, I know, I haven't updated anything in like forever, but I'm trying to. There's too much bullshit drama in the Hellsing community created a poser-wannabe Rip cosplayer. Seriously. She's stalked me for almost a year. Aside from that, I've been busy with work and moving and driving. Also, I was hacked in January and thank God she didn't get my fanfiction account, cause I'dve killed her if she had. I'm working on getting Devart back, as well as my account. It's a good thing that I've got friends in high places.
Where we left off.
Rip lay on the dirt infested floor as Stetson beat the abstract daddy with a floorboard. She heaved heavy exasperated sighs. The creature soon crumbled to the sagging floor. Rip's vision went blurry, and it became hard for her to breathe for the longest time. Stetson kneeled down and rubbed her back until reality slowly bled into focus. Helping her up off the splintered floor, her grabbed her shoulders and asked "are you allright?" she nodded. Her head ached and throbbed, she felt like she had been stuck with a 100 pins. Her feet wobbled as she stood up. It was amazingly difficult for her. It took a fe w seconds for Rip to regain her composure before heading up to the second floor.