The next and final bunch were doing well for themselves as she had left them alone the longest, but they were also the biggest problem group with the most Jokers in the backpacks then anyone else in the groups. They had the biggest loud mouths and the cockiest men but they were equally the most skilled with one or two coming from questionable backgrounds and almost all of them holding questionable ethics.
But they were too good to just throw into another area and Sir Hellsing wanted all the trained men she could keep alive, Maya had warned that something was starting to happen.
As she morphed into one of the men, quietly capturing and teleporting one of them away to the Tagged grounds, she took his place. They had just cleaned out the last room in the building and working there way down, methodically but not as careful as they should have been.
"All right my boys," spoke the leader threw the com's unit Hellsing used. "One more floor and then we've only one building left to win. All other units have reported captured."
There were muffled cheers and laughs, from the group even as they held perfect formation, "then" carried on the leader, "we'll be able to show that stupid cheery bitch that we're better than she'll ever be."
Seres almost froze in place as she heard this, and felt her vampirism stir stronger than it had been for a while. She knew some of the men she was beginning to be friends with, even if that strange incident with Jake whats-his-name, when he had disappeared after going shopping with her. There were a few in the team which she could sense didn't agree so heartily with what was being said but none of them disagreed.
The team moved in to the open air and began to casually walk to the last building, the leader speaking aloud now as they did, "we've got a whole twenty minuets to get this last one, lets relax a little boys. She's probably off moping somewhere about why she ain't got no cock from that big red faggot of a 'Master'." He laughed loudly, enjoying the joke and got more than a few laughs in return, which surprisingly enough sparked the interest of those who had been casually watching from afar.
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Back in the Hellsing Mansion, four words were spoken, quietly and calmly with only three in reply.
"May we discipline him?"
"Don't kill him."
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But Seres knew nothing of this as she began to growl in a voice that was growing more audible by the moment, making the men stop and turn to look at her in puzzlement. "You alright Jonas?" Asked one of the men, reaching out to grab 'Jonas' shoulder in worry.
Seres' arm shot out and grabbed his forearm and broke it with her grip alone before letting go. The man fell to the ground, cradling his arm, but to his credit, not calling out. Fear gripped him too hard as he stared in confused wander at his 'friend'.
She looked up and her red eyes glowed from the darkness of Hellsing uniform, and she began to smile in such a way one of the men asked "Mr. Alacard?"
"No," she purred in a low voice before she began to move threw them.
She carried no weapons and broke no more bones on the men, but she moved threw them like they were grass; she seemed flashed from place to place, too fast to risk getting a shot off and hit one of there own men. With flicks, slaps and deep scratches she knocked them all away from her, making for the leader of the group, turning back into herself.
As she stopped before him, his men falling and groaning on the ground around him, several bleeding, the leader of the group slammed in a round of sliver bullets and aimed at the panting, grinning vampire before him. "Stay back bitch!" He shouted, keeping a steady aim considering the whole of his body was shaking. "You've finally flipped right? Your gonna kill us all!"
"Maybe I should," she hissed out, her fangs visible as she advanced slowly step by step. "But have you the balls to shoot me?" She asked, her voice raising in pitch to sound innocent.
The leader opened his mouth to reply but suddenly the image of his mother, her warm now wrinkled face before him as she smiled at him, "now now Matthew, would you shoot me?" She chuckled at him as she took another step forwards.
"M-mom?" Matthew quavered.
"Come on you little chicken shit!" Snarled his mother her face turning ugly as she snapped at him, he jumped perceptibly before the image of his mother began to warp into a demon from the deepest pits of hell.
Matthew began to shake too much as his mind was stretched to the limits, meanwhile outside his own personal hell his men were looking at the vampire advancing on there leader while he stood there shaking.
Seres moved calmly up to him, clicking her fingers to release him from the illusions she had cast on his mind and picked him up by the front of his uniform, his wide eyes now on her alone.
"You will never speak like that about me or my Master again," she snarled, her eyes still glowing as she lowered him and brought him closer to her face. His legs wouldn't support him as he was lowered and he hung from the smaller figures strong grasp as she licked her lips and brought him closer still.
His mind coming back to him, Matthew lifted up the gun and pointed at Seres temple and pulled the trigger, unloading 4 silver blessed bullets into her brain. At least. He had hoped.
Alacards arm was in the way as he stood tall and dark, towering protectively over his Bride and looking down at the man before him. Removing his arm, four silver bullets fell out and Seres turned to look up at him, hissing in annoyance, her vampirism coming threw as she laid claim to her meal. Some part of her mind accepted the fact that drinking from the Hellsing men was wrong and that she shouldn't do it, while another acceded to the fact that Alacard was older and stronger than her. But the part of her that was so much like him, refused to give into this fact, she wanted her meal, her prize and her revenge!
Alacard chuckled and spread his arms in challenge to Seres, bowing and removing his hat as he did. Seres snarled once before dropping the man and jumping straight at Alacard, landing full in his arms, clawing and ripping at him, both of them summoning demons and beasts of many forms to rip large chunks out of one another. The wind rose as they summoned telekinetic powers and tried to bash each other with there minds while grappling and grabbing at each other. Growls and the angry yapping of beasts filled the silence.
The men around them stared in abject fear, some had guns raised and tried to shoot, but all bullets were stopped and dropped harmlessly to the floor as the powers of the two fought for dominance.
What was not seen, were the figures of Seres and Alacard, lips locked in another battle as there powers thrashed around them. It would seem that Alacard would be winning and she would start to give before her fingers would wiggle into his hair, tugging and giving her the advantage, pulling him closer still as his hands roamed her body.
"ENOUGH!" Barked Sir Hellsing, her energies bright and orange darting straight into the mass of black and purple and separating the two easily, though she could see the longing in them both as they let her pull them apart.
She was standing in her usual dark green suit, arms folded, holding a cigarette in her lips as she looked at the scene before her before sighing and snapping orders for men to go to the infirmary.
The two vampires stood before her, Alacard with his usual smile on his face while Seres was strangely impassive, her face blank with none of her usual submissive nervousness at what she had done. "Well done Officer Seres, you did will in instructing the men, they will understand there place from now on, but you must now learn to keep a cap of that vampire pride of yours."
That was all before she turned on her heal and stamped back to the Manor.
Seres just watched her go with a strange look in her eye before she teleported away.
