Oh my gosh, it's been so long since I wrote anything! And I actually have an excuse this time and everything…although it's rather depressing. Well, only about two or three days after I posted that one last Scrap chapter, I attempted to download some stupid program onto my computer (I think it was Windows MovieMaker? Well, the site was certainly bogus, but that's what I was TRYING for.) and unfortunately it contained a virus, and my computer sorta kinda crashed…horribly. After my mom, who is a tech manager at GE, was unable to fix it, and the people at Best Buy were also clueless, we had to actually send it all the way back to the manufacturers. And you may be saying, "Well, that's a bit inconvenient, yeah, but it's not the END of the world", but that isn't all. During the process of repairs, they had to replace my H-drive and thus deleted…every…last…story file. In other words, the only Fanfiction material I currently have is what's on this site and a few fics that slipped through because I shared them with some friends. Luckily, two of them are my original works, so I don't have to redo THOSE. You might think that's more or less okay, but then again, you haven't seen the at least three dozen plotbunnies (many (all) of them Hellsing), multiple in-progress May and Jays, and other various goodies I had on my computer. Trust me folks, it is NOT okay. Not even close. Other than that major en minor detail however, life's peachy on this end of it. (If there is some confusion about why I'm not writing it according to the OVA speech, I'm using my copies of the manga. I felt like doing it this way.)
September 13, 2014
Scrap's POV:
"Mrr?" I blinked curiously at the coffin Seras was currently nailed inside, shifting and glancing up at Alucard as he fondled my ears like he would a dog. "Say goodbye to the Police Girl, Scrap. You won't be seeing her for another ten hours." he said absently, and I scampered forward, sitting on my haunches on the lid. "Bye Seras." I cooed, rubbing my cheek against the rough oak wood, and I squeaked as Pip picked me up by the collar. "Alright minnie mignonette, zat's enough of zat." he teased, gently placing me back on my feet as I pouted and smoothed down my black tank top, which was the only shirt Sir Integra had in my size. Brazil was going to be a lot hotter than England, after all. However, that wasn't the thing I was disgruntled about. It rankled that I was so light that almost anyone could pick me up. Captain Bernadotte, a strong, fit human mercenary who worked out regularly, could lift me off the ground with one hand easily. Walter, who was aged and infirm but no less fit, could lift me up with one hand as well, but with a bit more effort. He usually used both if he wished to lift me out of some corner he didn't approve of me being in.
As a vampire-werewolf hybrid, I expected to carry a little more weight, pun unintended.
Sir Integra entered through the door, raising an eyebrow as she saw Seras's coffin. "I don't see that getting through customs." she said flatly, and Walter bowed from behind her. "There shan't be any." She glanced at him as her eyes narrowed. "Why not?" He smirked a little as I surreptitiously hid behind Seras's coffin. I still didn't quite trust Walter, for some reason that had eluded me thus far. Maybe he had been mean to be when I first arrived at Hellsing. The only thing I could remember about first few days after I had escaped the bad place was blind terror and crippling paranoia that something was going to attack me. (I'm fairly certain I didn't sleep those first few days.) "Because it is a smuggling vessel." he explained, and there was a long silence as Seras whimpered and pleaded from inside her coffin, overcome by claustrophobia. "Are you sure about this?" Sir Integra finally asked, deadpan, and Walter nodded firmly. "We had to ship the firearms too, you know." Alucard spoke up from his spot leaning against the wall. "And my coffin. Two birds with one stone."
Pip grinned as he ruffled my hair affectionately. He knew I was always on edge, and he understood it. Being a mercenary, he'd seen more than his fair share of shellshock and PTSD, which was what the doctors said I had. "It's ze same smugglers we always use. Long as we're paying zem, we can rely on 'em." he proclaimed confidently, and Seras chose that moment to punctuate the air with another shriek. "LET ME OUUUUT!" Alucard shot an irritated glance at her coffin. "Silence." She was instantly quiet, and Sir Integra smirked slightly as she took in Alucard's appearance. "That isn't how you usually dress. Isn't direct sunlight one of a vampire's worst enemies?" she asked smoothly, and he removed his crimson shades with a chuckle. He didn't have his big red hat or his long red duster, and was wearing an expensive-looking suit with his hair longer than normal and slicked back slightly. His gloves were in place as always. "I can't be expected to go for a plane ride dressed like that. It'd make me a walking billboard for our enemies." His handsome face twisted in a sneer. "Besides, for me, sunlight isn't some great enemy. I just hate it." Integra smirked slightly. "You have only one order. Search and Destroy." He bowed, his longer hair falling about his face as he grinned psychotically.
"I understand, my master."
***Time Skip***
I whined and mewled in discomfort, huddled into the plush leather seat with my head resting against Alucard's knee and my legs curled up in the seat. Pip folded the newspaper he was reading down slightly, giving me a brief smile of reassurance. "It's okay minnie mignonette. We'll be there soon." he soothed, and I whimpered and buried my face in the lap of my sire. Despite my half-and-half mix, and my status as Alucard's childer, crossing the ocean without a coffin and the soil of my birthplace was taking a serious toll on me. There was a stinging, cold prickling sensation tingling up and down my body, like when one's leg fell asleep, my head ached and throbbed, and there was a faintly nauseous lump in my stomach. Alucard's free hand shifted slightly and rubbed me slightly behind my ear, but even that didn't help much. I closed my eyes and whined miserably again, weakly pushing my head further into his lap. Ten hours of this to Brazil and ten hours back to England. We were six hours in and I felt weaker and more pathetic with every passing second.
Why did I ever ask to be sent with Alucard and Seras?
Pip's POV:
After we had crossed over England and over the ocean, Scrap spent nine of the ten hours we were on the plane huddled on the chair next to Alucard, looking absolutely miserable. She frequently moaned or made small mewling noises of pain and sickness, and more than once I felt like it would be more merciful of Alucard to just shove her in the damn ocean and get it over with than simply let her rest her head in his lap as he drank wine and patiently waited for the plane ride to end. Scrap's precious military cap, lent to her by the werewolf, was slightly askew on her head of bronze-brown hair, and her shining amber eyes were closed in sleep by the time we finally started to circle around Rio. The black tank top she had been lent clung to her pathetically diminutive frame, and if one looked closely (which I certainly did not) one could see the barest beginnings of a chest on her.
Baggy cargo pants hung on her hips, along with oversize combat boots covering her feet. The hems of the cargo pants had been rolled at least five time so she wouldn't stumble over them, and I spared a moment to sigh silently in good-humored exasperation. It was pure hell to try finding something in her size in the almost exclusively male wardrobe of the Hellsing estate. Her hair was also out of its normal braids for once, tied back in a loose ponytail. They overall impression was that of a soldier…after a fashion. If there was such a thing, she looked more like a child that had tried on their parent's combat uniform for dress-up; both adorable and slightly sad at the same time. Looking up from the half-breed, I met Alucard's burning red eyes and silently gulped. The idea of what the somewhat possessive vampire would do to me if he got the impression I was checking his child out did not bear thinking about.
"S-shouldn't we wake her up?" I quickly stammered, and he smirked just barely, as if knowing what was on my mind and thoroughly amused by it. One broad hand rested on Scrap's shoulders, shaking gently –or as gently as was possible for a vampire. Scrap stirred after just a few shakes, her head popping up energetically and looking every which way, like a startled hunting dog. She yawned once, then slid off the chair, prowling towards the on-flight fridge which stored the blood packs for the journey. She took one out and popped the straw in her mouth, sucking busily as she returned to her seat and buckled herself in. I sighed and tilted my hat down, resigning myself to a long, long "vacation".
Scrap's POV:
I hid behind Master Alucard as he spoke to the man at the desk, glancing every which way as large amount of strange new people wandered through the lobby, trying very hard not to dive under the lapels of his suit and huddle as close to my master as I could physically get. There were so many new sights and smells and noises in Rio, I was feeling more than a little overwhelmed by it all. "I have a reservation for a suite." he said briskly to the young man behind the counter, and he nodded. "Yes, sir. Your suite is on the top floor. Mr. J.H. Brenner? We were told to expect you." Captain Bernadotte and a few of the smugglers walked in the lobby doors, carrying Seras and Master Alucard's coffins (we hadn't gotten one for me yet). "A suite on the top floor." Master Alucard said in explination, and Captain Bernadotte nodded and turned to his men. "Roger! 'Ey, over here! Its ze top floor." he called, but before they could move the desk boy leaned around Master Alucard. "S-sir, we can't have you keeping such large luggage…"
Master Alucard gave him a sharp glance. "There's no problem." The boy swallowed slightly. "Yes, sir, there is. Something that size in this hotel…" he mumbled, and Master Alucard slipped off his glasses. Watch this little Scrap. Learn, if you can. He spoke inside my mind, extending his arm and just barely hovering his fingers in front of the desk boy's nose. I sensed an upswing in his cold aura as he spoke in a soft, convincing voice, "There is. No. Problem." I glanced upward, ducking under his elbow to do so, and saw his eyes glowing a demonic red that made me feel oddly sleepy. My attention was refocused on the young man as he dreamily repeated "There…is…no…problem." Alucard smirked and leaned back. "There's no problem." he repeated in his normal voice, as if nothing had happened, but contrary to his earlier, alert pose, the desk clerk relaxed slightly, his eyes unfocused and his head tilted to the side a little. "No problem. None at all." he parroted, and I blinked at him, clutching my master's elbow tremulously.
Did you…hypnotize him?
Yes, I did. Make note of that little Scrap, it's a skill no true vampire –or a half-breed like yourself– should be without.
I nodded vehemently and started studying the man intently as Master Alucard turned to Captain Bernadotte. "Let's go. Hurry and bring it up." he snapped, and Captain Bernadotte blinked a few times and craned his neck to look at the clerk. "Eh? What ze hell was that? Black magic? Or maybe some kind of evil love beam or something?" Alucard chuckled as he walked even with the mercenary. "I didn't do anything. More to the point, what's holding up the luggage?" he asked as I nudged close to his elbow again, and Captain Bernadotte sighed nosily through his bangs. "It's just scary how easy zis is." he admitted with a glance around the lobby, and Master Alucard's eyebrows raised in a rare expression of something resembling surprise…and interest. "…perhaps." he murmured after a long moment, and then for some inexplicable reason, turned to look over his shoulder with a large grin, then turned back to Captain Bernadotte. "Hmph."
"Something amiss?"
Master Alucard interlocked his hands. "There's no problem." he droned. Then he chuckled. "This promises to be a fun holiday." he added as he turned and walked down the lobby to the elevators. A trickle of sweat ran down Captain Bernadotte's face as he watched him go, and I "mrr"ed at him in concern before following my master. Two men caught my eye as we entered the elevator, and I caught the tail end of "-has just checked in. I repeat, the guest has just checked in." I shifted anxiously, remembering that we were the only ones at the front desk for at least five minutes and… I glanced up at Master Alucard, and he smirked and put a finger to his lips. "Shhh…the fun will begin tonight, not during the day." he said with a near giddy amount of bloodlust, and I swallowed hard and wrapped my arms around myself, shivering. It helped calm me down. But what if I don't want the "fun" to start at all? I though miserably as the doors dinged and opened on the top floor.
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