Compulsion
Chapter Six
Sorry, so sorry for the lateness of this. I have had writers block, and it has been a pain in the back end. I'll try and write more often.
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The Draculina paced around her hotel room, biting nervously on her fingernails. "I cannot believe that I let myself get distracted. Because of my mistake, we lost the traitors trail." Her black boots squeaked with every step she made. "Bugger, Sir Integra will not be happy to hear this."
Pip pulled his hat off from on top of his head and set it onto the sofa. His brown eyes followed the female vampire around her room. "Calm down Police-Girl. Sir Integra will understand zhat it was just a slip up." The Frenchman tried to put his comrade at ease, but failing miserably.
The blonde stopped dead in her tracks, red eyes blazing. "Integra will be bloody pissed! She does not like a single slip up; we will get our flaming heads bitten off!" She threw her arms above her head, exasperatedly. "We messed up big-time!"
Pip shook his head, "No Mademoiselle, it waz your mezz up." He shook his head. "You didn't let me in on what waz going on." Seras whacked the Frenchman around his head hard. "Ow! Zhat was uncalled for!" He grumbled, placing his hat back on his head and over his eyes.
"You aren't helping, Pip!" Seras flopped down onto the other leather sofa. Her legs were limply hanging over the arm rest, as she rubbed her aching temples. "Sir Integra will want a report from us, soon…" And just as she finished her sentence, the red phone on the mahogany-coloured coffee table rang.
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Maleficent wandered the abandoned halls of the dungeons. The air was crisp and cool, exactly how she liked it. Down here, there was no indication of what time it was. The sun was always blocked out, so it was always pitch-black, regardless if it was daytime.
Her scarlet eyes were accustomed to the darkness, and she thrived in this kind of environment. Maleficent glided gracefully up the dungeons stone steps, she was on her way to Integra Hellsing's office. As she entered the ground level of the Hellsing manor, she took note of setting sun outside the large glass windows. She was up early, today, so it seemed. Shaking her green-haired head, the female Nosferatu continued to saunter down the hallways.
"Hello, Alucard." She smiled lightly to herself, her pointy fangs poked out from behind her lips. "I know you're here."
Just then, a swirling black vortex opened from the cream coloured wall. Nothing could be seen through its endless black depths. "As always, you find me so easily. But I wouldn't expect less from a fellow Nosferatu like yourself." A dark, deep voice resonated from the black, swirling darkness. The recently awakened Vampiress barked out an amused laugh, crossing her arms over her ample chest.
"What're you sneaking around for, anyway, Alucard?" Her melodic voice chimed, as she watched unblinkingly as a head appeared from the vortex. The ebony-haired head was soon followed by a pale neck, white-gloved hands, and a deep red trench coat.
The No-Life-king shrugged, his gleaming red eyes hidden behind orange rimmed glasses. "Do I need a reason to sneak about, other than to scare the soldiers'?" He laughed menacingly, his broad shoulders shaking. "I thought that you, Maleficent, would be the first to screw with them."
Shrugging her shoulders, Maleficent looked at her long, red-painted fingernails nonchalantly. "I grew board of that a long time ago." Placing her delicate looking hands on her hips, she looked up at No-Life-King. "If you wouldn't mind, I need to cut our chat short. I have some business to attend to." She curtseyed politely, before gracefully gliding toward her Masters office.
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Integra Hellsing rubbed her temples in aggravation. Sighing into the phone, she repeated her early sentences, and only barely managed to keep her voice level. "Seras, tell me again, but slowly, what happened." Walter stood at her side, his hands behind his back. He listened intently as the woman spoke to her vampire.
"Sorry Sir Integra." There was a pause, "we lost our target I'm afraid." In the background, the blonde heard Pip, the Frenchman speak up. "We only zhem because Police-Girl got distracted."
"Oh?" Integra hissed from between clenched teeth. "You seemed to have failed to mention this to me, vampire!" She barked down the phone line. "Have you managed to do anything correct, Seras?" Closing her blue eyes, she sighed again.
"Well…I did overhear that Enrico has been using children to fight vampires…"
Viciously hanging up, the leader of Hellsing reached for a cigar. She fumbled with a lighter for a few short moments, and then inhaled deeply. Breathing out a dark cloud, she turned to Walter. "We'll have to arrange for someone else to complete this mission."
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"Hello Luna!" Jessica exclaimed, bouncing into her twin's hospital room. Her long white-blond hair hung around her waist, in light curls. Her violet eyes were lightly lined with black eyeliner.
Looking up and down at her identical twin, Luna raised her fair eyebrows, nonplussed. "What the hell is up with the new look?" Luna knew that of all people, Jessica never styled her hair. Nor did she wear make-up, or cute outfits with matching shoes.
Flushing, Jessica attempted to act nonchalant, and looked at her newly painted red fingernails. "Nothing. I just wanted to try some new styles out, am I not allowed to do so?" Wrinkling her nose, Luna eyed her sister suspiciously, but kept her thoughts hidden.
Just then, Doctor Smith made his entrance. As normal his deep brown hair was swept back neatly. He was immaculately dressed, and though he wore a smile on his face, he was surrounded with an aura of professionalism. "Hello Luna," picking up a clipboard with his patients details on, Doctor Smith strode across the room.
"Hey Doc!" Grinning, Luna sat up slowly. From the corner of her violet eyes, she saw Jessica's face fall, as her presence had not been acknowledged. She made the connection, just then. It was unbelievable, but nonetheless, she spoke up for her sister. "Jessica is here to visit me today." Smiling over at her sister, she wiggled her brows suggestively.
Abruptly, the window shattered, splaying a shower of glass all over the room. When Jessica said her boss wouldn't be happy, she didn't know how right she was.
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