What Could Have Been
AN: Short chapter is very short. Sorry! But I wanted to post anything at all tonight. I'll do my best to get another chapter out tomorrow. I'm going to be splitting this battle of Iscariot vs Vampire up a bit just to post it at all. Sorry. D: But, hey, shorter chapters mean I type faster ... sorta. :P
Let's see if I can finish this for reals in the next few days? Providing my muse allows.
Thoroughly disoriented and getting the not so subtle hint to stay out of the entrance hall – jeeze, ya think? – the buxom blonde fledgling gathered herself up to her feet and glanced at her weapons dispassionately. Nothing like watching a vampire free for all to make a handgun seem like bringing a 'knife to a gun fight' as it were. Ugh. "Whatever."
She was being childish, she knew, but bloody hell. A faint (horrified) smirk came to her red lips as she shook her head again, "With friends like that, who needs enemies?"
Maybe her Master would appreciate her company… Conveniently forgetting that he left her behind first, she nodded to herself and cocked her head to the side, listening. From below she could hear the clear sounds of an ongoing scuffle… And, she blinked, head nearly reaching her shoulder. From above. There was something going on up there.
Grinning, she darted up the stairs, eager to be useful in some small way, even if it was just as the 'cheerleading squad' so to speak.
Halfway through the upper hallway she paused, tensing. Something felt… off.
She yipped and leaped back a good ten feet as a bullet embedded itself in the wall where her head would have been if she hadn't stopped.
"I missed… I never miss." A familiar voice growled from a doorway, and Seras mentally pictured a flash of lightning as Heinkel appeared, a sick, mad, grin on her face.
"What, not gonna tie me up this time?" Seras snapped, edging back another step to put her back towards the wall to prevent another surprise like before.
The other blonde bared her teeth in a snarl, and brought another gun up in alignment with Seras' head before pulling the trigger to shoot a jet of flame at the startled fledgling.
"You may have gotten away from us, but you won't be so lucky this time, vampire."
'Us?' Shit, of course, the other one!
Just as Seras was about to turn to survey the hall for the other one, the psycho nun, a flash of silver swished by her head and embedded itself in the nozzle of the flamethrower.
"Well, well, well… what have we here? Need some help, doll?" A vaguely familiar voice cooed in Seras' ear even as the pyromaniac psycho nun cursed and threw the now defunct weapon to the side (where it no so quietly exploded) before drawing a pair of pistols on the vampire(s).
"Yeah, sure, why not?"
What's the worst that could happen?
Note to self: never say that out loud.