Hey guys! I am so sorry I haven't been around much, junior year has been raping me in the ass X.X Funny that I should be updating two days before finals, though hahaha. I have no plan as to what I'm writing yet so bear with me if this chapter is a bit rocky. I'll try to be updating more but I honestly don't know how much I can. School is half way over though! Once it ends I'll try to write more for you guys :) Love ya!-Arrancarstar
Also, there are a few small things that I want to change but they aren't big enough for me to feel the need to go back and change them yet and I would rather update than rewrite right now, don't you agree? So the first is that I am making Jace 17 and she already has her licence. Second is that she is not a huge hot topic emo/punk person. I'm going to style her more elegantly and, when she is lazy, nerdy. Cool? Cool. Now to the story!
Chapter 5
For the next week or so, Jace spent her time that was not filled with training, helping Walter, and the occasional low class missions idly organizing and reorganizing her room, as well as setting up a small room, with a dog door leading into an enclosed portion of the yard, for Henry, right above her own. Ashley had been coming around less and less and Jace was starting to worry that maybe something was going on. That wasn't the only strange thing she had noticed. Alucard had a tendency to become sour and tight lipped, like he was trying to refrain from saying anything, whenever Ashley came up in conversation. Jace shrugged it off, like usual, and went about her daily routine.
Evening time was upon them and the sun would be setting in just a few short hours and Jace was now slowly stumbling to her bathroom, muttering curses as she stubbed her toe. After she had brushed her teeth, washed her face, and fixed her hair into an elegantly messy bun she meandered back out into her room and went to her closet. As Sir Hellsing had an important meeting today and Jace occasionally accompanied her, along with Walter, she pulled out a brown- almost black- pencil skirt, a green button-up blouse, a brown suit vest and matching brown heels and dressed herself. She slipped on some simple jewelry, clipped the chain on her pocket watch on and the the watch into her vest pocket, took a look in the mirror, and picked up Henry from her coffin. She fazed through the floor into Henry's room, a little ungracefully as she was still learning, and put him down before quickly filling his food and water bowls and then turning on her heel and leaving the room.
What used to be the mouth-watering aroma of steak, potatoes and gravy now seemed unappealing to her sensitive vampire nose, as she entered the kitchen to find Walter finishing off the cleanup of supper for the human inhabitants of the Hellsing manor. "Hiya, dad." Jace said, jokingly, as she walked over to sit on a stool at the bar. "Ah, my lovely daughter," he joked back, a smile gracing his features. "I was actually just going to find you, I have your weapons. They were very interesting to make, to say the least. I was quite unsure when you placed the order but I think they shall be very suitable." Jace's face lit up at this as she wiggled around on her stool in excitement, almost tipping it over. "Can I see, can I see?" she squealed, excitedly, as he chuckled and pulled out two boxes. "Here is your double barreled sawed-off shotgun*, Aeron, quite a bit smaller than Seras' harconan, but, if used correctly, can be just as intensely damaging. I assume this shall be used for missions mostly?" he inquired and Jace answered with a nod.
"On to the next set, and my favorite weapons thus far. The blade whips, made of pure holy blessed silver, Belial and Abaddon." He popped open the second case and inside were two large knives, the size of her forearm, each curved and designed to almost look like flames. "With a simple flick of your thumb to this latch," he pointed to a small metal catch on the very top of the hilt*, "the blade become unattached and the metal whip part strings out as you will. If you press this here the whip and blade become electrically charged." Jace was like a kid on Christmas. "Oh my, Walter! These are perfect! You really outdid yourself this time! I can't even believe you managed to get them exactly how I wanted!" Jace gushed as she spun her knew blades around in her hands. She turned to beam up at Walter and gave him a kiss on the cheek in thanks before strapping the sheaths* to her legs, under her skirt, and sticking the shotgun into the back of her skirt, where she attached a special holster for better security.
Checking his watch Walter excused himself to finish getting ready for the conference Sir Integra was holding in a short while. Jace got up after him and descended back down into the basement to find herself some blood before having to help Walter. As she was idly sipping the red liquid from a wine glass , legs crossed delicately, she heard and unmistakable chuckle from behind her and she rolled her eyes. "Yes, Master?" she asked the Nosferatu behind her. "Well aren't you all high and mighty this evening." he chuckled at her, once more. She sighed and spun to face him. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked, delicately. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then seemed to think better of it and closed his mouth again. "Just wondering why you're all dolled up, kitten." he teased, trademark grin firmly in place. Standing up and setting her now empty glass down, Jace replied, "Sir Integra is having a very important meeting today and I am to be on standby for her."
She checked her watch and sighed, realizing it was about time for her to get going to meet Walter. "I have to go now, Master. Try not to get into to much trouble while we are busy." she teased, with a slight grin on her face. She then turned on her heel and marched away, with the echoing sound of his cackle accompanying her out. As she climbed the stairs up from the basement she pulled out her shotgun and started memorizing every inch of it, realizing, as she did so, just how beautiful and perfect it really was. She had been too wrapped up in her knife whips to really focus on the gun. At first glace it did not seem like a very unusual gun, reaching about twenty-three inches in length, only slightly longer than the usual one*. The stock was made out of a beautiful mahogany and the barrels were chrome molly steel, with the slightest tint of reddish-orange to them. If you looked closer you started noticing the finer details, like the intricate carvings on the metal and the engraving of Aeron.
"Aeron...Aeron... Why does that name sound familiar?" Jace wonder to herself, out loud. "It is the Welsh version of Agrona, the Celtic goddess of strife and war. Her name literally means carnage or slaughter. Belial and Abaddon are named after the fallen angels of 'deceptive beauty' and 'death and destruction'" Jace growled as Alucard's voice filled her head, uninvited. "Thankyou, oh wise master," she grumbled back sarcastically, "Now if you would be so kind, GET OUT OF MY HEAD." She growled as she heard his roar of laughter coming up from the basement she had just left. Sighing, she looked back down at her gun and noticed an almost imperceptible seam on the butt of the gun. She slid a well manicured nail into it and it popped open easily. Inside was a hidden drawer for containing a few extra rounds, fully stocked. She grinned and shook them lightly into her hand, but quickly dropped them with a shriek as they burned her. Silver, she should have known, she mentally chastised herself and hastily picked them up with her handkerchief. They were all labeled neatly, she noticed as she gently moved them around in her hand. Two were incendiary rounds, two more were acid, and the last two were normal, blessed, silver rounds.
She popped them all back into their drawer and closer the gun, sliding it back into her waistband. She had now reached the room the Walter was in and she knocked politely on the open doorway and then entered when he looked up. "Perfect timing, Jace. The men have arrived and the meeting is just about to start," he said, smiling at her and gesturing to a seat next to him, which she took. "Walter, do you have a spare pair of gloves? I did not realize my bullets were also silver and burned myself. I am going to need gloves to be able to safely and swiftly handle my weapons," she told him, while sheepishly showing him her still slightly burned hand. He chuckled at her and pulled out a pair of deep chocolate brown and a second pair of onyx gloves, while saying, "I'm sorry, I forgot to warn you and give these to you. Better late than never though, right?" Jace laughed and took the gloves from him, pocketing the black ones and slipping the brown ones on, admiring how well they fit. Grinning, she thanked him.
A volley of loud bangs suddenly split the air and Jace flew from her seat to the window. She could see a couple tourist buses out by the gate with... no, it couldn't be, guns sticking out of them? She hoped, for everyone's sake, that she had not seen guns sticking out of the now approaching buses, but her wishes were to be denied. A guard came over the loudspeaker, broadcasting an alert that they were under attack, before getting cut off. "Shit." Walter muttered from behind her, and she gaped for a few moments, never having heard him curse before. She quickly shook off the shock, as there were more pressing matters at the moment. "Let's go, we need to get to the basement before they reach the main hall." Walter ordered and Jace nodded in reply, dashing out of the room after her. Why did today, the day when she had to wear heels, have to be the day they were attacked? Oh well, at least she got her weapons in time.
Many more gunshots were heard as they quickly darted through the mansion, making their way to the main hall on the first floor. They had just reached the hall when the door was blown to smithereens. Acting on impulse, Jace grabbed Walter and flew into the nearest hallway. They dashed down the hall as Jace tried to figure out a way to get them to the basement, as the hidden entrance was now blocked. A thought came to mind but she shoved it to the back as it was too risky. After a few minutes of running through twists and turns, getting farther and farther from the invasion, and also the entrance to the basement, Jace finally made up her mind. It was the only option they had now, she had to try to faze through the floors and walls, with Walter. She had been able to do it with Henry but she could hold him and he was much smaller; she did not know how well it would go with Walter.
Gritting her teeth, she pulled Walter into a room and shut and locked the door. They didn't have much time, the ghouls-as that was what she had identified their scent to be- would soon catch up and find them. Walter watched her curiously as she closed her eyes and furrowed her brow in concentration. Without warning, her eyes snapped open and they glowed an eerie red, like her master's, and she grabbed Walter and fazed through the floor. Walter was shocked, to say the least but soon realized what her plan was and kept perfectly quiet to let her concentrate. She ran them through walls, now in the basement, back in the direction they came. Soon they heard the unmistakable voices of Seras and Alucard, echoing down the hallway and Jace was able to relax. They entered the room and Walter started talking to the two, but Jace payed no attention. She slumped down against the wall, completely spent. In hind sight, using up all of her energy like that before she had even fought a single one of the intruders was not a very good idea, but it was too late now, the damage was done. If she could just rest a little bit...
Jace was snapped from her thoughts be Alucard, whom was now crouching down in front of her, smirking. "Use a little too much energy, Kitten? I must say, though, I am impressed." Jace managed to roll her eyes at him and looked around, realizing that Walter and Seras had left. She looked back over to see that Alucard had gotten up and was now turnng back to her with some fresh blood which she consumed eagerly. "Seras and Walter took the vents to go rescue Integra and the convention. Go join them, I will wait here for my enemy." he told her with a grin before going back to his chair. Standing up, she pulled out Aeron and loaded two acid rounds in. She then put it back and pulled out Belial and Abaddon, examining them for a moment before turning and leaving the room to join the impending war that was about to ensue.
Yay, another chapter! I'll work on the next one tomorrow since I get out at 11 am because of finals and all I have on Friday is English and *snort* sewing. I know I'm mean to leave you guys like this but I promise, the next one is coming! Also, I apologize for errors because it's late, I'm busy and preoccupied, and my mind is running a mile a minute.
*I am not a weapon person so if anything it off or if anything I say does not sound right I am sorry, I'm doing my best, especially since wikipedia is down for that protest.
R&R!
