Hellsing—Bloodlust

Disclaimer—I do not own Hellsing. Dude, I am getting so fricking tried of saying that.

Title—Choice or Chosen

Author's Notes—Poor Seras. I hate her in the Amine because she is such a pussy. Thank God, that she finally grew some guts in the OVA. I want Seras Victoria to kick some serious ass. I mean Alucard is her sire so I would think that she would inherit some of his more courageous and bold mannerisms. I want her to be a tough cookie this in interrogation.

AN2—Yes this chapter is a bit short.

Immortalis

Choice or Chosen?

--Hellsing Manor

--Former room for the Royal Order

--7:24pm

Seras heaved a tried sigh—7:30 came faster than expected and like naturally, the young fledging was a nervous wreak and loathing each step as she approached the former conference room for the Royal Order. She had only been the room once and that was during the Valentine Brother attack, when she and Walter went to the Protestant Knight's rescue. They had hoped to clear out the third floor, but the little bastard, Jan had made thing extremely difficult. Walter was amazing though with his razor-wires and lithe cat-like-grace movements. The old man was still flexible and limber as ever.

"I really really do not want to do this—but I have to." Without knocking Seras opened the open and the agents of Iscariot jumped in surprise and at the announced intrusion. "Well…here goes nothing."

The old priest looked like he was having a fatal heart attack, his breath gave in short sudden wheezes and his skin was gray and pasty. However, Anderson was clam and hardly passed her a glance. She like him, were not so thrilled about being there. Maxwell straightened his priestly collar and huffed a short laugh. He claimed hearty, "Ah…Miss Seras Victoria, I am afraid you caught us off guard. What an unexpected surprise." He gave her a formal bow and gestured her to come closer. "Do come in."

Reluctantly Seras took a step in and sighed heavily as she glanced down the 'hallway of freedom,' knowing full well that it might be a few hours before she could see it again, and then closed the paired doors. She faced Iscariot and noted, "You did said 7:30."

Anderson glimpsed at his watched and said plainly, "You are 5 minutes early."

"Early is better than late. I am sure that you won't mind."

Hands behind his back Maxwell remarked dryly, "Indeed. If you would please sit there, we may begin." Pip told her everything so at least she was prepared. Seras stared at the 'ass-raping' chair and it did appear uncomfortable and painful. Truthfully, she expected it to be more sinister—but Pip, like any Frenchy tend to over-exaggerate and embellish certain aspects of reality. "Take a seat."

Breathing in an ounce of courage Seras sat down with a groan and crossed her legs. Ah, this is much better.

Maxwell's voice lingered in her head far too long, "State your name for the record?"

"Like you don't already know," she joked. "Fine. Miss Seras Rose Victoria."

"Very good." With a leechy grin he said, "Next question…"

OoO

There was something so terribly wrong with this interrogation. It bothered Seras Victoria to no possible end. It was like you were solving a 1000+ piece puzzle and most of pieces were either missing for replaced with a kiddy portions. Or even like a scratching a never satisfied itch. The interrogation and investigation plagued the young vampire to the point where she was constantly adjusting her position, lifting from one cheek to the other less numb buttock side and chewing on her nails, which was a broken habit from childhood. Seras prized her painted fingernails, but now they were tatted, torn and bleeding. The fledging blurted, "May I say something?"

Maxwell opened his mouth to protest but Seras interrupted him, "It strikes me a bit odd…why aren't you asking any questions concerning the Tower of London incident? Or Integra's Judas? That mystery is the basis for your presence and the Order's investigation—I saw the Royal Inquisition, you know. Why ever are you not asking?"

The Judas Director tapped the pen against the back of his hand and pursed his lips before, exclaiming harshly, "My questions regarding that situation remains towards Miss Hellsing, not you."

The young vampire protested sternly, "I was there. I know what happened!"

He raised a skeptical brow. "Oh, really?" The vampire narrowed her eyes at the Judas-Director and like a rebellious teenager defiantly crossed her arms. Pointing to a pile of vanilla-folders Maxwell noted evenly, "I have read your file Senior Officer Victoria and within great detail and consideration—and I have no questions for you."

Refusing to call him by his priestly title Seras said, "You know I think, Mr. Maxwell?"

He rolled his eyes and remarked sarcastically, "Please, do tell."

"I think that you have the verdict you want and the truth does not matter to you—Integra is innocent, but you will twist it so it seems that she is anything but that."

Maxwell pretended to be surprised and interested but his voice was dry, "That is interesting, Miss Victoria…but it does not have a lick of truth."

Fuming she stood to her feet and exclaimed, "Integra-is-innocent."

"Think yourself as a pawn, Miss Victoria. If I want any useful information I shall ask the player of the game. Not the instruments!"

"Fucker!" she raged.

Iscariot blinked at the crude word. Seras Victoria was celebrated for her innocence and not her spoiled language and mannerisms; however, something foreign emerged from her conscience and it was a reflection of her sire, Alucard. The two blood-rubies in her eye-sockets were a manifestation of hell itself. If something touched her they would have found her to be burning hot, not dead cold. The glass of orange-juice in Anderson's hand bubbled and shattered into a million pieces as the room darkened. "Miss Seras Victoria…I must ask that you calm down. Relax," he said with a darkened tone, "Please…or I shall restrain you."

A ragged sigh escaped her lips and she sagged into the chair. She mumbled, "I am fine. Just perfectly fine." Anderson raised a skeptical brow. "I'm sorry. Sorry. Hey…if I start foaming at the mouth, then you can freak out."

Beats of silenced followed until the Judas-Director snapped, "Now…Miss Seras Rose Victoria, may we return to the inquisition?"

After that Seras kept the answers very short.

"I have a few more questions and then we are done. Ready?" Chewing on his pen Maxwell started, "Now…Miss Victoria, you used to be human… Correct?" Police-Girl gave a slow nod; after all, Iscariot was anything but predictable. The Judas-Director waved his hand and asked, "Would you kindly explain how you came a Draculina?" Maxwell lifted a curious brow at her with his pen firmly in hand and brushing against the parchment. The expression on his face made Seras want to wipe it off with her fist. She did not like the man; nevertheless she was ever determined to behave and be somewhat respectable.

She winced slight and remarked evenly, "I hardy see what that has to do with your investigation."

"Everything. Answer the question, please," he said sweetly. "I shall admit that this is a brash question but I assure you it is purely for our records." He gave her a kind smile.

Seras replied nonchalantly "Do you want all the glory details?"

Maxwell mused, "Only if they are necessary."

She took a deep breath and started slowly, "My D-11 division was called to Cheddar-village. There were some minor difficulties with the priest, who was suspected of murder and other less amiable things… We went in…and it was a single-side massacre. Blood and bodies everywhere." Her voice halted in her throat as she started to choke on coming tears. Ha! Only if Master Alucard could see her now, he would laugh and scold her endlessly. True enough that she was pathetic excuse for a vampire. "I ran away…"

Besides that, she was coward. She repeated again, "I ran away."

Clearing his throat, Anderson reached into his priestly robes and pulled out a white handkerchief, offering it to her. The consideration startled Seras. It was so unlike him. During his first night at the Hellsing Manor the Paladin called her a monster. A Monster! And Seras Victoria resented him for his senseless and intensity—but she refused to hate him. Smiling through her hiccups Seras gentle took it and silently murmured her thanks. Dapping her eyes she continued, "The Priest chased me…the fiend was going to rape me and make me a ghoul."

The events played over in her mind like a bad movie—the red-eye priest with blood for breath and lavosuious hands violating her, her comrades as ghouls and the lone figure looming on the horizon, the stranger clothed in red, her savior and her Master. Alucard. She could remember clear as day, dressed in his typical Victorian garbs with that Cheshire-grin on his pale lips. Sure, he was not a knight suited in armor but the No-Life King was her savior. He had saved her and for that service she was eternally grateful. "Then Master showed up, killed him and saved me."

God! She sounded like a schoolgirl with a crush. Perhaps, it was not far from the truth. Alucard had a dangerous, addictive and charming demeanor that Seras found hard to resist and ignore; however he could be terribly cruel and unyielding. He was a bad-boy and girls just love bad-boys.

Maxwell breathed, "Saved you? You said he saved you?" She nodded fervently and the Iscariot-Director smirked doubtfully, crossing his arms and studying her. "How did the No-Life King save you, Miss Victoria?"

"He gave me a choice."

"I am confused. How did he kill the vampire?"

Seras paused. "Well…he shot him through me."

Father Renaldo stepped forward and demanded, "He shot you?"

She unbuttoned the first buttons of her blouse and revealed the pale bullet scar. "Yeah…" she replied not totally sure what they were thinking. "He asked if I was a virgin and shot me. Master said he had choice—"

"No choice?" he huffed a dry laugh and remarked coolly.

"Yes, sir," She smiled, "My master, Alucard, gave me a choice. He left it completely up to me. It was mine."

"Really. You see that baffles me, Miss Victoria."

"No," Seras told him, since she felt the sudden urge to defend him. "I can see how you might think that but—"

Maxwell paused, gave a nod, considering. "Your master, as you call him, is a feared Nosferatu, as you probably know by now. A No-Life King. And yet, I feel it very odd that he would allow you the decision. Alucard is a dominating creature and he is not famous for his pity, compassion, much less mercy towards young, pretty orphaned girls. For a creature who can force as he pleases, don't you think it is beneath him to let you decide?"

She was silent.

"I don't mean to cause you any doubt, Miss Victoria," The Judas-Director interrupted her thoughts, "Iscariot just wants to get a feel of Alucard. He is…well, different, I should say. Strangely—Miss Hellsing, unfortunately, avoids this subject expertly. Why is that you think?"

"I don't think I'm qualified to offer my opinion," she confessed.

"You've never thought of it before, have you, Miss Victoria? Never wondered about it. Were you ever curious, why? Why the Nosferatu choose you?"" His voice was calm, "He is a Nosferatu, well-capable of influencing humans to his whim and will. You have never thought that your choice really wasn't -your-choice?"

She answered stronger, "It-was-my-choice."

"Very well. And how does Miss Integra behave towards you?"

The question was so abrupt that it startled her. "Bitter. Harsh—but that's Integra." She surpassed a short laugh. Indeed, that was Integra—unyielding and unfeeling. "She is a woman of steel. Sure, I mean she was a bit mean—"

"Or jealous," commented Maxwell.

TBC

Immortalis

Hee Yaw. Don't you worry; Seras is not going to fall for that lame game. I am really not a SerasXAnderson shipper. I kind he is trying to be a-okay. He doesn't want to be there, so he had to make do with what he has. But I do wonder—why on earth did Alucard make her into a vampire. In the OVA, he says it was a whim. I don't know.

I really needed to get this interview out of the way and done. Sorry if it seems short and hurried. I think I figure about five more chapters before Bloodlust is finished.