It had been several hours after they arrived in Tokyo, and one hour since they arrived at the hotel. It was elegant- elaborate and fancy. The kind of hotel someone with a lot of spare change would stay at.
On the eleventh floor, an elevator opened, revealing a small group of individuals and many cases behind them. First to step out was Integra, her long blond hair tied back, and wearing a slightly tight blue oriental dress, transforming her from the western formal appearance to a traditional Japanese outfit. Even with Walters assurances that disguise were needed to avoid complete detection, she was furious at the way she presented herself, feeling very much more exposed than normal in her mind.
Second to come out was Walter, in his usual butler uniform, carrying two cases at ease. He had his polite smile on, and was trying to think of the tactical plan they would use on the club later that night. He had insisted that he only carry a light package to the rooms, to again present the illusion of not being Hellsing operatives.
Leon came next, one case on his side, another on his back, filled with his average stuff and weapons. He was bored- this level of fancy didn't suit him. He wore a light yellow wind-breaker with his usual jeans, and had yellow glasses over his eyes, looking like the perfect tourist. Although he openly spoke up about being dressed as much, Walter, in the same fashion as he did Integra, assured that secrecy was important as ever, and accepted it.
Last to exit was Zohall, shaking uncontrollably and struggling to carry the ten suit cases he had been assigned to carry. He was sweating and the pile of things he was carrying obstructed his vision; drastically. The only reason he didn't need to change his outfit was others knowledge of his existence was little to none. And to present the cocky attitude of superiority of not having to change, Walter presented him the task of carrying all other cases left behind, to speed up the process of moving in and avoiding attention.
He would never say this, but the Butler was thoroughly amused on how they all looked together.
"Walter, did I really have to wear this dress?" Integra turned at one of the rooms to poke her butler with the question.
"Sir Integra, I believe that it was appropriate to dress in such a manner. You look less, how should I put it… masculine." Turning quickly, she glared at him for a moment. "Well, less formal." He succumbed to the glares, and she let a scoff before continuing down the hallway.
"Yeah! And why did we ha-aaave to bring so mu- much stuff?" Zohall had stuck out his head from behind the massive tower of tilting things to get some sympathy.
"Because you work for me," Integra said, shooting him down as quickly as he had poked his head out.
"Here's a question for the two of you," Leon added," where's our room?"
"Right here, Mr. Kennedy." Walter declared. Integra and Walter had come to a stop at room 209. Leon followed to a stop, but Zohall, who could not see anything but the things in front of him, continued past them, completely missing them and the door.
"Uh… guys? Where's our room?" He was still staggering down the hall, three rooms over when he realized he hadn't bumped into anyone yet and stopped.
"Mr. Mercer, will you stop fooling around and get that stuff into the room?" His boss shot at him, and he turned quickly around to find the source of the comment. He turned, however too quickly, as the tower began to twist and turn. He stumbled back and forth trying to catch the almost falling things. Just as he put it all straight and smiled, the tower fell back on him with a crashing thud.
"Please sometime this day, Mr. Mercer?" She said as she entered the room, his twitching arms and hands visible sticking out of the spread out junk covering the floor.
"Freaking cold..." Zohall whimpered under the luggage.
They entered the large hotel room- it was complete with a large bathroom, kitchen, living area and dining area, three bedrooms, and a balcony. The three continued inward, examining its many features.
"If you two don't, mind, I'd like to rid myself of this thing and take a shower." Integra then went for the mini hallway that lead to the bathroom and shower. As she closed the door, the phone rang. Walter went to pick it up as Leon sat down and turned the T.V. on and tuned it to anime.
"Walter?" Seras Victorias voice flew through the phone and hit both Walter and Leon by surprise. How'd someone, or in Walters case Seras, get this phone number?
"Miss Victoria! How did you-"
"Get this phone number? Umm…" she paused for a moment," it just popped up in my head. Alucard said that it would work if I wanted it to. Hahaha," She laughed, sounding slightly embarrassed.
"Who is that? How did they get this number?" Leon had jumped off the couch and ran to the phone, but Walter held up his hand to quiet him. Leon wasn't aware of any other members of Hellsing knowing their number at the time, especially no other women.
"Miss Victoria, what do you have to report on?"
"Is your side of this conversation safe?" Walter glanced at Leon, who shrugged.
"Safe as can be. Just myself and Mr. Kennedy."
"Who?"
"Ah yes. I believe you recall a certain agent who we sent you to aid in America Miss Victoria?"
"Yes?" Seras responded, sounding over the phone slightly distracted, either Alucard was talking or she was concentrating hard on the event Walter described.
"We have our new members with us, on this mission. I suppose you will have it explained one way or another." Walter said, shrugging to the experienced agent next to him, who was watching with focus.
"Oh… well ok," her deep breath was audible from the other side of the line- she was going to say a lot, at once. "Alucard and I have made it to Tokyo, and are tracking the vampire. We disposed of the ghouls he had with him; he let them stay and try to slow us down. It worked; we fell behind by two hours. We still don't know much-" the statement was interrupted by the door banging open and Walter and Leons attention directed at the door to see Zohall carrying the pile of things through the door. She continued after a few seconds of quiet," we still don't know much about him, or his motives, but these facts. His name is EdwardTowers, he's a former Umbrella Lead Researcher, he's going to this club, and now he's one tough vampire."
"Hey guys, I'm going to take a shower, ok?" Zohall blurted out, not noticing the attention the two figures were focused onto. He shrugged, and turned to the pile of things he brought in, rummaged around for an I-pod, and plugged it in and started playing Celldweller, just as Walter told him Integra was already taking a shower. Walter mistook his bobbing of his head to the beat to an irritated nod.
Zohall walking slowly down the hallway, listening to the sharp beats and techno rage pounding in his ears. It had been one of the bands he found able to listen to anytime, as long as it wasn't a formal conference. And at the moment, he needed to phase out of 'reality'. It had been a harsh several days. Not only two planes in two days, but he had a boss who was possibly sadistic towards him, and Leon apparently found it hilarious.
"You are the last ooone, fiirst booorn…" he hummed to himself, terribly off tune with the actual song.
He tried not to think about it. He just wanted to shower. He couldn't hear anything, he loved having the volume max; just to drown out the noise and become completely separated from the real world. He finally reached the door to the bathroom and pushed it open. The instant it was wide open he felt humidity hit him like a sheet. He looked through the mist coming from the bathroom, trying to make out what happened. He saw a body in the Shower, washing herself.
Oh… my… god. He was watching his boss, Sir Integra Hellsing, take a shower. She doesn't look so bad… he admittedly thought to himself. Wait, what am I thinking? This is my boss! She didn't notice him until a few seconds after the door was open. She stopped, half way through washing her arms, and looked back at him. One of the more awkward moments in the world ended a few moments later.
As she slowly stepped out of the shower, and her head was now visible, Zohall was, for the first time in a long time, absolutely terrified. Medusa had just walked out of the shower in his mind- her hair tangled and wild in the water and her face blotched red in embarrassment and anger, she looked less like a gorgon, but threw their deadly glares nonetheless.
"Miss Victoria, do you and Alucard have a plan of action?" Walter asked, unaware that a certain recruit's life was in danger.
"We were going to attack as soon as you give the word. We think we've found him, only he's moving constantly."
"We're wasting time as it is just relaying this all, as it is," The Deeper, annoyed voice of Alucard shot through next to Seras.
"What of you?" Seras asked. Walter glanced to the shower, unsure of Integra had a plan yet, then to Leon, who half-heartedly nodded. Just as he was about to open his mouth. However, a cry shouted out from the hallway leading to the bathroom, and Zohall was literally seen being thrown out, flying backwards, until he hit the wall ending the hallway, and was imbedded into the side for a moment, then fell down, groaning ripping chunks of wall out with him. The bathroom door slammed a second later.
Eyes wide, both Leon and Walter watched the whole thing happen, exchanged looks yet again, and said to the phone in unison," We're working on it."
Somewhere in a wet, dark Tokyo area, several massive bouncers guarded the small entrance of a infamous underground club. The neon lit sign above showed a red beetle with fangs dancing with a woman in a red dress as the words 'Nighty Bites BedBug Club' shone underneath it, also in neon lighting.
This was what the man who just walked out of the shadows had been looking for.
EdwardTowers walked across the street, water splashing lightly in each footsteps. Nodding to one of the bounces, they nodded back and let him pass into the small and un-impressive door. Past the entrance, there was a large, long stairway leading down. Smiling at his wise choice, he continued down, closing the lab coat he still wore to hide his weaponry and remaining viles of dangerous biological hell.
At the bottom of the stairs, a young couple, laughing in their drunken state, walked past him, leaving the door open as they walked up the stairs. The Music already pounding before the door was open, Towers was taken aback at the many people dancing their lives out in the fast-paced techno beat.
Walking past them in slight disgust that this chaotic movement should ever be called dancing, he worked his way past the initial main, and very massive, dance floor to the bar, where several barmen were serving. "I'm here to talk to Bite." He said to one. The barmen he addressed, who like all the attendants wore black and red outfit, turned.
"Boss doesn't see-"
"Tell him EdwardTowers is here to pick up some things." The glare the deadly vampire gave the barmen, who was most likely a vampire himself, worked in the convincing. He placed the two glasses in his hands back, and started walking to a sign reading 'Members Only' while motioning him to continue.
Once past the door, Towers found himself beholding yet more things that curled his nose. Nighty Bite, and several lightly dressed women all laid on the ground, all giggling and about to 'start the fun'. Night Bite, an overweight and slightly balding Japanese man, was currently chuckling while chasing several of the girls, before he paused, catching sight of Towers, standing above him, looking down with dissatisfaction.
"Ah, Mr. Towers," The man, dressed in an open jacket and short pants hurriedly got up, but still unabashed at being caught in such a time," glad to see you have made it. Do you wish…" Towers stared at him angrily, and the owner of the club quickly got the idea and nodded. "Right. Come with me." He turned, and walked for a side of the wall, and sliding it aside, revealed the secret passageway leading to his office, above the main dance floor.
"Mr. Towers," Said the owner, turning to face him only when he had reached the other side of his desk," I am curious why you need something as unimportant as… well a location."
"Information can be more valuable than gold. Besides, You advertised it. The well that leads to a place before technology, before America was ever present, before any of this; five hundred years back correct?" Towers asked, growling slightly at the sight of the dance floor below them.
"Yes. Market campaigning. Something like 'when you buy our products, you may get this'," Bite said, waving his arm lazily in the air, sitting on the desk, his legs cast over it," no one ever came for that, just because I'm such a good businessman."
"I pre-ordered the things, but now I want the information you advertised."
This statement took the club owner by surprise. Towers had contacted him to hold items of importance that he would not disclose about, this was common and good for business. But no one had ever asked him about the Well seriously. Not yet.
"You want to know, do you? Such information is not a cheap-" Towers pulled out from his jacket a roll of cash," I like the way you think, Towers. Direct, right?"
"You never know with me. My dance is intricate," EdwardTowers responded.
Night Bite took his feet off the desk, and pulled one drawer out. Reaching inside, he withdrew a small map. "This is Tokyo, as it is now. Here we are, and here it is," he had his finger follow a red line, leading to a small drawn circle," about ten miles west. Smaller section of Tokyo, a more school like district."
"Go on," EdwardTowers commanded. Towers felt a twinge of fear suddenly. They were getting close.
"Before I was… rich… before I was this," he lifted the finger, talking openly," I was nobody. A weak, homeless man. Mortal and fragile. But I was blessed with vampiric natures, and then I began getting stronger in this," he pointed to the area of town with the circle," area, and then I found… it."
"What?" Towers asked hurriedly, the owner mistaking the haste for interest. Smiling, the vampire slowly turned over the map and showed a copied map of older Japan, read Japan -500 years. Towers could not believe it. It was true.
"Why do you want this?" Nighty Bite asked curiously, eying Towers with interest.
Towers slowly looked up at the man holding the map to the desk, and the club owner shrunk back slightly. The eyes staring at him struck what little heart he had with fear- he was selling a complete madman this map. "I want… many things. Revenge…" he reached in his pocket, and quickly withdrew a handgun," re-establishment," in a flash move, he pointed the gun to the other vampire's head," and resolution. I want to make them pay, and then feel as I once did. All while completing a mission of mine."
EdwardTowers wanted to kill the man. Rid him of his sights, and make him feel a little better. But that twinge of fear struck him like a needle in the back of his neck. Damn… they already know I'm here… I guess I'll just have to settle with the knowledge that he will not leave this place again, Towers smiled to himself. Even in danger, this knowledge was now a triumph of absolute nature. He was now many steps ahead of Hellsing, or the pursuers not a mile away now. So he lowered the gun.
"Uh… you- your payment?"
"Yes. Here is ample pay." He pulled out two more cash rolls, and tossed them on the desk. "I need to get going, so if you don't mind…"
"Yes, of course." The dealer smiled, and rolled up the map, closing into a map carrier. "I hope this isn't the last time we do business, Mr. Towers."
The powerful vampire laughed cruelly, again causing the club owner to shrink back in fear. "I need the things I ordered."
"Yes, just in the back. I can have a-"
"No. I can get there on my own. Hope your dance floors stay clean… Bite." Towers smiled as he pushed open the back door, escaping from the studio just as he felt their presence at the front. And now, his mission was set. He would win in the end. He was sure of it. No vampire could stop him.
Down in the dance studio, the beat had changed to a slower, more rhythmic tune, evoking slower dancing and less noise. Then there was a loud gunshot at the front entrance, and several stopped their dancing to stair at the source of the noise. Two bouncers, now with automatic weapons in their hands, ran for the entrance, just as a falling apart body fell down the stairs, its form becoming dust.
Once the bouncers looked up, two more bullets shot each in the eye, blowing their brains out. The crowd screamed and ran for the other exits, leaving the employees and other general vampires to remain and stand ready for whatever was coming. And the heavy footsteps coming down the stairs heralded the arrive of two figures as one kicked the doors out of the way. Alucard and Seras stood, viewing the three decaying bodies under their feet.
"Disgusting. Such a foe would stoop so low for help? I must have been blinded by his style; he is still the slime as I thought he was," Alucard looked about as he spoke. The vampires surrounding the two growled, loading their weapons, and holding them at the two, their fangs bared in many hisses.
"Shooting gallery. I love shooting Galleries. Always a fun sport." Alucard grinned evilly as he looked around at the remaining figures, their eyes glowing red in anger and unholy power. "I wonder who's turn it is?"
"Master, you shouldn't frighten the children." Seras said mockingly, adding to the performance. "They don't have to know that they will die like this." She kicked her boot up slightly, spraying ashes forward.
"You two…" Nighty Bite stood behind several, eyeing them with fear and anger," why have you come? I have done nothing you could possibly-"
"Where is Towers?" Alucard interrupted him, his tinted glasses shining through the still going techno-lights. "We have unfinished business with him, similar to your business with him."
Nighty Bite looked around, and smiled. "I suppose you will never see him again, or anything to that matter. Kill them." He pointed a finger at them, as every member with a weapon pulled their triggers and started shooting for both Alucard and Seras.
They took each bullet, each shot, being blasted apart as the speed and deadly rain of bullets plastered their blood on the ground and stairs behind them. Even Seras let her body be blasted apart. Alucard and Seras fell back, and the others stopped, no thinking of needing to reload.
"Haha! Hearing so much about them, I figured them to have something-" Nightybite snickered.
"Else!"
Bite, rather than staring, turned and ran for one of the other rooms, ordering the other members to kill them. Alucard and Seras both had begun to rejuvinate, just as the other vampires reloaded.
"Want to make it a game? Who makes the most mess wins?" Alucard asked the draculina next to him, as he pulled out his pistol and she pulled over her rifle from her shoulder.
"No, lets just kill them." She smiled, equally to him, and they both leapt to the side, dodging new gunfire, and began their fight.
Leon was driving the small car down a dark street. Zohall, sitting next to him, was shaking his head.
"Look, I like the idea of keeping our boss out of danger, but isn't going ahead… to a den of vampires… at night… sorta dangerous?"
"We've probably dealt with worse." Leon assured him, turning to another street by a quick turn of the wheel. "I don't need to remind you what we had to deal with nine years ago." Checking his mirror, a large truck passed by them with wrapped objects in the back.
"Yeah, slow moving, but impossible to really kill. I hate to tell you, but we're up against something we don't know what it can do. For all we know, they're like zombies. Or hell, they're all undead supermen that suck blood." Zohall glanced back at the car, missing the weapons in the back seat.
"Look," Leon turned to face Zohall," we'll be fine. I'm a secret agent remember? And you're-"
"Yeah, I know. Super-swordman or whatever."
Leon looked back, and smashed his foot on the breaks as hard as he could, but too late. The car collided with a man with bright red eyes. A crowd was running right past them, all screaming about the devil or for help. Leon and Zohall, both stricken about hitting someone watched as the man got back up off the stopped car, stumbled and stopped.
"Ow." The red-eyed man collapsed.
"Was that a-" Zohall started.
"Still think they're supermen?" Leon asked, watching the people run past them. "I think that's the club." He pointed to a red-colored door that had been kicked partially off its hinges. "And someone beat us to the punch."
"Right. Let's get the good stuff out."
They both got out of the car rental, which had the dent of the impact still imbedded, and walked around, avoiding occasional stampeding people as they fled from whatever scene it was.
"Think it must be bad if this many are running for it." Leon said as he undid the lock in the back, and pulled the lid up.
"Crowds are dumb. Maybe the power went out so they're looking for a new club to screw in." said Zohall as Leon pulled out several cases. Opening them, Leon pulled out his pistol, his Smith and Wesson 357 Revolver, and the powerful riot-gun shotgun. "You really think-" Zohall began, eyeing the shotgun Leon had pulled out and was currently loading with shells.
"Hey, I arrived in Spaniard hell thinking I would need just a pistol. I ended up using what?" Leon responded, cocking the gun with a quick thrust of the pump. "You?"
Zohall smiled, opening the long, six foot case, and then expertly kicking it up. The sword flew up, spinning wildly, yet as it came down, the blond man caught it expertly, spinning it over his head, and landing it over his shoulder. The strange curved handle, the katana-like hand guard, and the four feet long straight blade was the signature Zohall had. "That answer your question?"
"Yes, it does. At least bring a pistol with you. We don't know what will kill these things. Even if they're hurt normally, it's safe to be prepared." Zohall nodded, and placing Gleam over his shoulder strap, he pulled out his modified Desert Eagle, cocked it, and placed it in a holster in his long leather jacket. "Ready?"
"Yeah." They immediately ran for the kicked in door, staying to the side, in case of possible incoming fire from the club. Leon quickly reached the far side as Zohall stopped on the near, stopping just short of the entrance itself, staying to the side and out of sight. Leon nodded to him in an expert motion, then quickly ran inside, leaving Zohall bewildered at what just happened.
"Hey!" Zohall said. Leon stopped running down the stairs, blinking.
"What?" turning, he saw Zohall motioning him back up with a urgent wave of his hand. Confused and surprised, he ran back up, and shoved himself up against the same portion of the wall as he had before. "What is it?"
"What was that?" Zohall said, wide eyed.
"What?" Leon stared at him, then around, looking for something that could have been in the air.
"No-" Zohall mimed the nod," that. What the heck does that mean?" Leon stared at him for a moment, his mouth hanging open slightly.
"Are you joking!" the Agent hissed at him angrily. "All this time you never seen-"
"Yes! Yes I was joking. I just thought you should see this." Zohall smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, then adopting a serious look, and kneeling down. "Look here." He picked up a large bullet shell. "This thing is massive." He flicked it like a coin, and Leon caught it. The shell itself was larger than an entire Handcannon round. He returned Zohall's stares, which now looked concerned. "I wonder what kind of gun shoots that, especially a hand-held one."
"Whoever beat us to the punch has got some size issues. I can't imagine anyone human trying to keep their hand intact after shooting something like that off." Leon stared down the stairs, unsure. "Hey- ZOHALL!"
Zohall was snickering, trying to hold back at the sentence 'shooting something like that off'. "Sorry. It just sounded so sexuali-." Leon smacked him over the head with the back of his gun. "OW!"
"Focus. Come on, before someone mistakes that large bump on your head for a target." Leon said, and held heis gun close by his head as he walked down the stairs. Zohall grumbled as he rubbed the spot where the gun made contact.
Leon, finally reaching the last step, stopped and was surprised to first see piles of ashes on the stair ending. After avoiding the piles, and finally looking up, he stopped, unsure if he was back in RaccoonCity. Blood was covered in the walls, many puddles filthy and looking congealed with the dust and ashes that seemed to cover large areas of what used to be a dance floor. Guns, their wasted ammunitions lay near these piles, blood also smothering them.
"Leon? What's wron…" Zohall stepped up next to Leons left, his eyes even wider than Leon's. "Oh… man."
"Yeah." They stood for a moment, trying forcefully not to remember the sad past. "There's two ways." Leon pointed to directions, one heading right and the other left, but at an angle, like a fork in the road. "Looks like there are two of them as well." Leon spotted a line of rifle shells lying on the floor heading right. The left direction had rows of the same massive pistol shots. "Well, which way…" They exchanged glances. "Right?"
"Left." With that, they passed each other, not before pounding their firsts together. "Good Luck."
"You need it," Leon responded, his gun up, and each step he took getting quieter.
Leon walked down the long room that was many dance floors divided by pairs of walls, marking which rooms where which. However, the color and lights that all gave these rooms individuality were coated red, turning the place into an actual bloodbath.
A still wet puddle caught Leon off-guard, and he slipped, sliding silently an inch forward. Only through his expert training was he able to resist crying in surprise and panicking, rather than placing his foot out and then flipping over the crimson liquid. Satisfied, he smiled and stood up. But as he did, he heard many rounds of gunfire, from a semi-automatic. Possibly an Uzi. In a flash, he was behind a wall.
Waiting for the sound to end, he poked his head around the wall, and saw what seemed to be a girl, not too tall, with very untidy, blond hair that stuck up in odd angles standing in front of a man. The man, or vampire as it seemed with his light red eyes, was holding an Uzi to the girl, who was standing, facing him but away from Leon. She wore a tight and short yellow skirt that was stained with blood at the moment, and matching yellow army-suit, apparently suited for her form. The girl had a weapon in her arms, and as the man shook in fear, a small chuckle was heard to escape her lips. A loud gunshot; then a large red whole appeared on the man's head, while a large splash of red splattered the wall he had been sitting against.
The former agent wasn't sure why, but he felt very uneasy with this situation. What was more, he felt like he had already exposed himself, despite having remained hidden all this time. And as that very thought flashed, the woman quickly turned around, her massive rifle raised, and he ducked back behind the wall as she fired several loud shots. The rifle in her outstretched arm followed Leon, even as he ducked each shot, predicting the next one as he saw the previous get closer and closer to him, as if she could track his movements from the other side.
How the hell is she doing that! He readied his gun as he heard a heavy cartridge fall and hit the ground. Do it now! With that he sprinted out of cover, leapt, and while in the air, honed his sights for the woman's shoulders. Bang, Bang. Each bullet hit her shoulders, and she seemed unaffected, still re-loading and not even looking up to see the attacker. What the-
Again, the blond vampire- he had seen the eyes- fired at him, each bullet shooting past the wall, and getting closer, even in his constant evasions from the other side of the wall.
How… how is she doing that?
Now getting frustrated with the lack of true cover, he leapt over a metal overturned table that had many bullet dents covering it. As he landed, metallic thuds sounded the stopping of the rifle shots. However, the shots continued, and the table was being bent like aluminum foil, and it was anything but. Again, the stopping of gunfire allowed him to look over his temporary cover, and he spotted a large industrial pipe above the woman's position. In perfect timing, he knew what to do. Getting up, he shot the pipe, and started running at the girl, his pistol away. He would do this the messy way.
The thin wire holding the piping up snapped, and the girl gasped and looked up just in time to dodge the swinging down object. As it passed before her, he continued to run, and as he did, he undid a strap by his chest pocket, and threw this knife at her, aiming right for her forehead.
Again, dodging his attack, she bent backwards so far back, that her hair actually touched the ground; she actually watched the knife hit the wall and stick with a silence thud. Smiling at his failed plan, she bent up, only to see a large shotgun pointed right into her heart.
"Sorry," He sighed.
He pulled the trigger, and she was lifted off her feet and tossed back near the knife, but rather than sticking, her body hit the wall and slid down, a massive hole in her body.
Leon watched it and closed his eyes. He hated killing, even when necessary. But she was going for the kill, and it was him or her. But his plan had worked perfectly. Walking up to the wall and over the body and fall rifle, which he saw as also very large, he wrenched the knife out of the wall, leaving a mark.
One down. Leon started walking away, but still felt as if he was at a disadvantage.
"Where…" a voice made Leon stop and whirl around to see the girl getting back up, the hole in her chest closing somehow, and while picking up her rifle again," do you think… you are going?".
While being surprised that she sounded very British, he finally got a good look at her face. A small, pointed nose, large shining eyes, and slightly pointed chin. If her eyes didn't shin red and hate and her mouth was grinning of evil, he would have said she didn't look have that bad, if not cute.
He still hadn't gone far, and at a distance, he knew he was better off dead than trying to fight. So, in a split second, he came up with another move. Placing his pistol in its holster while secretly drawing another weapon, he fired the shotgun once again, having her step back, her hand up in instinctual protection from the attack. Tossing his riot-gun to the side, he tossed his knife in his left hand, and ran at her again.
She was ready, just as he thought. She grabbed his left hand, and was about to twist, when she heard a heavily click. There was a massive 10 inch long barrel of a revolver sticking to the side of her face. The 357. was loaded, and Leon hoped for the sake of his left hand that she realized how powerful of a gun that was. It wouldn't just blow her head clean off, but most of her collar bone area and chest ribs.
"I hope that shot you have is silver." She said, again the thick British voice of a young woman sounding powerful yet strained as there was a gun in her face capable of a lot of damage. "Nothing else will harm me."
"Yeah, I guess that much. But from what I've seen, you vampires aren't all that unkillable. I just happened to hit one at fifty miles an hour and he was out." Leon said, also straining from the tight grip on his left hand. It was strong for someone who looked so young, even younger than Zohall maybe, perhaps the same age. "Do you really want to test that?"
The Girl growled slightly, angry at having the gun still in her face.
"Tell you what," Leon started calmly," you let go, and I put this away." Leon felt it before it happened, she would have torn his arm off. Smashing her arm with the butt of the gun, he freed himself from her grip. But she knocked the gun form his arms, and again tried to grab him. "Don't underestimate," in timing that only Leon S. Kennedy could have, he grabbed her arm, twirled around her, and pressed the very same arm against her back, and forced her to the ground," the power of unarmed combat."
"Oh… if I had my sleep, you would know by know I know very well the power of unarmed skill…" Leon raised an eyebrow at this response, but still remained unchanged in position.
"Well, until the others arrive…" he couldn't help but realize again how pretty she actually was, even straining and on the ground, her hair seemed perfect for her. "What's your name?"
"Once I get up, your worse nightmare! OW!" he pushed down on her further. "Seras!" Leon stopped. She stopped, but couldn't see that his eyes had widened.
"Seras… Victoria?"
"What- Yes! And that name will be your last you know!" spotting a chance of retuning the favor, she kicked her foot back, and actually kicked him up in the air, releasing his grip over her, while she jumped and tackled him to the ground, landing with her over his waist. "Gotcha! How do you like it now, creep?" in her rage, she grabbed a bunch of his longer hair, ad pulled it back. Leon groaned in pain as she forced him to follow her hand with his head. "Before I suck your blood, What's your name?"
"K-k… let go!" she lightened her grip. "Kennedy."
"Kennedy…" Her grip loosening even more, her eyebrows dropped, and frowned in thought. "Kennedy…"
"Leon Kennedy."
Seras Victoria instantly stopped all movement. Moving erratically like a broken child's toy, she slowly bent low to look at his face, her eyes so wide they seemed close to actually expand off her face. This continued for possibly minutes. Until…
"AAAAAAHH! IM SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! I'M VERY SORRY!" Aside from screaming, leaping into the air, realizing she had kicked him in his 'armory' while jumping, then picking him up only to have him keel over and onto his face in pain, then actually hitting herself with the end of her rifle in anger with herself, falling down from the impact, then getting back up again… she screamed again. "OHH! PLEASE! I'M SO-"
"I Get it! You're… sorry… I think I am too." Leon wheezed between each of his breaths, and she began to calm down.
"You're… why are you here! We were supposed to go ahead to clear out any danger to new recruits to keep them away from this sort of danger…" Seras said in surprise, still completely shocked, embarrassed and ashamed that she had attacked and tried to kill not only Leon Kennedy, not only a gorgeous guy, but a Hellsing official!
"Look, we decided to get here earlier-" he started.
"We? Who's we?" The vampire asked, looking around for the second member. Leon finally stood up, shaking in pain.
"Me and another- Zohall's his name. We decided to come ahead and get some stuff in before the attack, crucial information or a jump attack."
"Where… did he go left?" Seras asked him, the shock of what had happened being replaced with realization that the other really could be in danger. "Because WE didn't know anyone would be here!"
"Who's we?" Leon asked, recovered and picking up his weapons. "I know there were two types of ammunition left over, but who-"
"Your friend may find Alucard… He's a vampire like me, except he prefers to kill on the spot. If he finds your friend-"
"If Zohall is provoked, he'll-"
"We have got to go get them before they destroy one another!" they both shouted in unison and began to run back to the entrance.