What Could Have Been
It was only when Seras at long, long, long-long-long-long last made it to the control room that… The air ship began to sink. What? She didn't even get her dramatic moment!
"Little vampire whore, what have you done?" A female voice shrieked from the otherwise deserted cock pit, and Seras looked up to find a woman dressed in skin tight leather brandishing a scythe at her. Oh goody, the last battle. Hopefully.
"I didn't actually do anything…" Seras trailed off, shrugging, "but whatever. Let's fight already."
The woman laughed and leered at her as she swung her arm up into the air before slamming it, palm down, onto the metal floor of the platform, "You're going to love this!"
Darkness surrounded her and Seras was unnerved to realize that she couldn't hear anything, or smell anything, and her skin felt numb in this void of sensation.
"Show me your pain, vampire whore." The Nazi crooned into her ear and Seras tensed as the darkness warped around her and she felt as though she were being dropped through nothingness and straight into a memory. She observed the adults talking about her as though she weren't even there, the way the head master sounded disgusted with her conviction to become a police officer like her father, and she gritted her teeth, "That's ancient history!" She declared, numb to the pain of those memories.
"Let's go to the very bottom!" The voice cackled and Seras felt a palm settle across her face dimly through the spell. The floodgates of memory opened and she screamed. Mummy… Daddy…
'Police Girl.' The whisper of her Master's voice jarred her, but the Nazi bitch didn't seem to notice, "Time to wake up, Seras, did you have a bad dream?" Seras was still weeping tears of blood and hyperventilating, but her inner self was quickly gaining control and screaming at her to move.
She flung herself forward just in time, and the tip of the scythe only scratched her back. She winced but tucked herself into a roll and came up on her feet, spinning around to face the shocked face of the other blonde. Zorin bared her teeth in a snarl and launched herself at the Draculina, swinging her scythe again with a curse. Seras ducked and phased out of reach, coming up behind the Nazi to drop kick her in the spine. With a curl of her lips, Seras pulled the machine gun from her side and literally cut the vampire in two with the concentrated rain of bullets. Zorin screamed and screamed until Seras crushed her head beneath her heel, formerly blue eyes glowing with crimson fire as she grinned savagely at the corpse, only to yelp and jump back as it burst into blue flames.
That was when she remembered that the blimp was nose diving the army of vampires in Italy's streets. Looking around her, she ran to the control deck and looked out the window. The other zeppelins were doing the same. What the hell?!
She really didn't fancy getting caught in the blast. Where the hell was the rest of the crew and the Major that Schrodinger had talked about?
Cursing the insanity of it all, Seras used her gun to bust the window out and leapt onto the side of the quickly descending dirigible, feet sticking easily through the powers of vampires, and magic, and fuck you, that's how. Looking down, she saw her Master and Walter in a confrontation, and two wolves fighting, one white, the other black, and the continuous back and forth slaughter of Nazi grenadiers and the old bloods who allied themselves with her Sire. "Overkill, much?" Seras muttered before jumping and tucking herself into a ball to lessen the impact ratio. Actually, her plan was to phase through the ground and hide from the inevitable explosion of the gases trapped within the manifolds of the war balloons, because, damnit, catching on fire would really hurt.
Surprisingly enough, she found herself in an underground chamber with two white coated men. They looked startled to see her, and Seras saw Schrodinger leaning against the shorter man's side, a grin on his face.
"Uh… Hi?" Seras blinked.
"You see, my Major, I told you she was pretty." Schrodinger whispered, before giggling. Seras' brow twitched. Wait… Major? As in the guy leading the whole assault in the first place?
"Oh, the pretty thing found them!" An all too familiar voice cooed as she felt a body press up against her back, "Such a smart little pretty thing." Nekette crooned as she nuzzled her cheek into Seras'.
"Now Ketti gets to have more fun!" The vampiress laughed and Seras felt a bit nauseas as the elder's power flared around them in a wave of writhing shadows. Seras' mind shut down for a moment at the pressure of being in such confined quarters with the compressed madness. When her vision cleared she found, a bit anticlimactically in her opinion, that the two men were gone and the cat boy lay unconscious at their feet. Nekette stepped through Seras, which was totally bizarre, and picked up the limp form of the miniature Nazi, cuddling him to her chest. "I shall pet him, and hold him, and call him George."
Seras blinked again.
"Sooo… it's over, right?"
A shuddering boom exploded above them, followed by three more as the miniature fleet of war balloons collided with the ground above them. Nekette laughed, "Yep! Wasn't it fun?"
"Fun…yeah…sure."