Hellsing: Witch Hunter 1616
Sapphirewyren
Chapter 4: The Three Huntresses
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing
London International Airfield: 1616 a.d.
Seras looked through the large windows of the airport at all the airships that landed and took off into the sky, reflecting on the last years of her life. When she had been taken from the orphanage, Seras was taken to a facility, where she trained in weapons, such as swords and pistols. Also, she learned the techniques that top detectives used in solving crimes. Her favorite part was the traveling to different countries. Of course, Seras also learned to master and wield the Harkonnen. Seras scowled as she remembered the ornery wyvern, Bahamut. The dragon demon took one look at her and outright laughed; "Am I expected to heed the orders this little whelp?" It had taken some time to gain the demon's respect. The abilities such as longevity of life, endurance, strength and speed and fast healing were not gifts the swords gave to anyone who grabbed their hilts. But Seras worked hard for years and now she was here waiting for the other two huntresses. They were to go and present themselves to the King, to be officially installed as the King's Hunters, since they were the last of the Hunter families. Seras clenched her fist of the thought of the bastards that killed her parents. She remembered the faces of each one vividly. She made it habit to draw each of their faces in detail every day, so she would know them when she saw them.
"You're doing it again, master" said Bahamut.
"Doing what?" asked Seras.
"As if you don't know, you're obsessing again.
Seras sighed, if she wanted to become a good Hunter, she couldn't let revenge distract her.
"I wonder if Kitten is okay."
"Who's Kitten?" asked a voice from behind Seras. She turned to face a tall woman with her copper colored hair in a ponytail. Her eyes were hazel and feline-like. The woman's figure was lithe and muscular, which reminded Seras of a sleek large cat. The woman wore a short brown leather jacket, underneath was a black cotton tank top. Her black baggy pants had several large pockets on the sides and was held up by a brown studded belt. Strapped to her back was a large katana. The woman grinned; "So you're giving me a nickname before we even meet?"
Seras rubbed the back of her head; "Umm no, Kitten is the name of my horse because she's really gentle."
"Ok. The name's Samielle, but call me Sam." Seras smiled as she shook Sam's hand; "I'm Seras Victoria."
"Well now we have to wait for the Hellsing chick and then we can go."
Seras couldn't believe her luck, as soon as she saw Sam, she liked her. That was rare because after the slaughter of her parents and time in the orphanage, Seras didn't really like too many people. She tried to give everyone a chance before judging, but didn't become friendly to them.
When Sam saw Seras, it was like she was about to get a little sister. The shorter blonde was quite bubbly, but that could be because the two women liked each other instantly. What Sam wanted to know was how someone so small could carry a sword that big, it was practically taller than its wielder. Seras wore a navy blue high collared double breasted leather coat that went mid-thigh. Around her waist was a wide brown belt with a silver buckle which matched the buttons on the coat. On both side of the coat were a large square pocket. She wore black leather pants and combat boots that reached her calves.
Sam thought to herself; "I can hardly wait to get in the shower with her." Just then a large white tiger materialized from the katana; "Really? Why must your mind be so unclean?"
"Huh? What did she say?" asked Seras.
Bahamut also materialized; "Scum, what filthiness are you thinking about my master?"
"Who you calling scum, ya scaly bastard?" yelled Sam. "All I was thinking was taking a shower with Seras!"
Seras turned a deep shade of red; "I think that…um we should get to know each other…better." While Sam grinned, the two demons still glared at each other.
"See? No harm and stop reading my mind, Byakko!" While the tiger demon huffed, Seras said; "Ooooh can I see your sword, Sam?"
"Sure" the assassin unsheathed the katana, which unnerved some other people who were waiting for their airships. The large katana's steel blade glinted in the light. Engraved in the blade were Japanese characters; the seal that kept the tiger demon sealed. The guard was made of white polished steel and the hilt was covered with braided leather. During a battle, if the wielder so willed it, the blade could surround itself in white hot lightning and shoot lightning bolts. Seras gushed over Sam's sword before drawing her own. The Harkonnen was a large double edged broadsword. Seals that kept the dragon demon Bahamut were etched into the steel blade. The sword had the ability to wreath itself in scorching flames and shoot large fireballs that were like heat seeking missiles. While the two women were oohing and aahing each other swords, a guard approached them and said; "Please put your weapons away, you are scaring the other patrons." When the guard left, the two laughed; "He's just jealous cuz he has that busted looking spear" said Sam.
A while later a large airship approached the air station. "I hope that's her, cuz I'm gettin' hungry" muttered Sam. When it landed, the aircraft dwarfed the other airships. Sam and Seras went outside as the doors opened and the ramps were lowered. On one side of the airship several men struggled with a large black Friesian stallion who reared, kicked and bit at anyone who came near him.
"I hope the rider is not like that" whispered Seras. Sam nodded in agreement. Soon the woman they were waiting for exited the airship. Sam gave a long whistle and said; "Me like very much." Seras wasn't too sure what Sam liked, the woman who was slowly approaching them looked like her face never knew what a smile was. Her sapphire gaze seared through her round glasses and straight into them as if she was judging them. Screw that, she was judging them. The woman was dark tan with waist length blond hair that billowed out behind her. She wore a black collared dress shirt, black slacks, crimson necktie tied in an elaborate style called the Eldredge Knot, a black waistcoat with black deco floral patterns, a black leather over coat whose front was waist high, but the back reached the ground, black leather gloves and black suede ankle-high boots. Seras could feel the intimidating aura from the woman and made sure that she was behind Sam when Integra was within talking distance. For a couple of moments, the world stood still as the three huntresses stared at each other. The only thing that could be heard were the steam engines of the airships until Sam said; "I'm Sam and this is Seras, what's your name?" A pause before Integra said; "So you're McClaren and she's Victoria?" Sam nodded; "Still haven't told me your name."
Integra smirked; "My name is Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, however you are to address me as Sir Hellsing."
"What? Why?" asked Seras who grew a bit braver. The steely glare was turned on the younger blond; "Because I say so."
"That's not a reason…"
"How about we call you Sir Integra?"
Integra thought about it for a minute, then said; "I'll allow it."
'I'll allow it?' Sam and Seras looked at each other, who talked like that? When Integra's horse was finally bought to her, she leaped gracefully in the saddle, glowering down at one of the men, she said; "There is a reason why you only have one hand, whip my horse again and you'll lose the other one." Before slinking off, the man bowed his head and said; "Yes Sir Hellsing, sorry Sir Hellsing."
"Get your horses and mount up ladies, we don't have all day. I'm sure His Majesty has more important things to do, I know I do."
Two stable hands bought the two huntresses, their horses; Kitten, a golden palomino with a white mane and tail, and Makube, a dapple-grey gelding with black mane and tail, and two white socks on his forelegs. While Kitten was quiet, Makube was a bit skittish around the large black stallion. Soon the three women were on their way to the King's palace, after Sam and Seras had introduced their horses to each other. Integra really wanted to knock them both out, tie them to their horses and deal with the consequences later. As they made way to their destination, Integra took the time to study the two women that would complete the trio of King's Hunters, just by looking at them at this moment, she couldn't tell if they were really this immature or if this was some ploy. They giggled and laughed loudly, Sam made crude jokes and Seras was trying not to laugh and failing. Oh yes, this was going to go swimmingly. It would seem that these two were not taking this seriously, for their sake it had better not be the case.
"Ya know, Baby Cakes, you'd look a lot prettier if you smiled more" said Sam.
Was this bitch serious? "You'd look less like an idiot if you smiled less, so I guess we both have something to work on."
"That wasn't nice" said Seras stiffly. Integra scoffed, while Sam just chuckled; "Don't worry about it, Seras." The sooner they got this over with, the better.
If there was one word Seras would use to describe Integra it would be 'Sir Cranky pants', ok that was more than one word, but it seemed to fit. The woman made it no secret what she thought of her and Sam. She probably thought they were immature or that they weren't serious about their future duties. But one could have a good time occasionally. Seras glances over at Integra and met her cold blue eyes. The younger blond quickly looked away, so scary! How can one person be so intimidating? At this rate, Integra could scare all the witches out of England by just looking at them.
The way Seras jumped every time she looked at Integra was hilarious to Sam. And the way Integra glared at both of them reminded Sam of one the trainers in the Tiger Clan, always looking for something wrong, Sam also found this funny. But don't let the cheery behavior fool you. Sam was an assassin, first and foremost, and reading people was one of her expertise. The way Integra carried herself exuded confidence, head held high, back straight and erect, yet hands held the reins in a relaxed manner. The scowl on her face did not hide her mental turmoil, she had doubts, not about herself, but about Sam and Seras. Sam chuckled to herself, she knew her own capabilities.
Sam also noticed that Integra had two swords, that were carried in a custom-made sword belt, made of black leather. The first sword, Sam knew it was the third Hunter's blade, its ability was a mystery to her. The pommel was in the shape of some demonic hound, its eyes glowed crimson. The grip was wrapped in braided black and red leather, and the sheath had strange markings stitched into it. The second sword wasn't any less impressive, if the first sword was darkness, then this one was the light. The entire hilt was crafted in the shape of a golden eagle with outspread wings, its talons clutching the blade and the eyes made of diamonds. On the leather and wooden sheath was stitched; "We are on a mission from God" giving Sam the impression that the same must be engraved on the blade. The two swords were not the only weapons noticed by the assassin, Integra wore a large revolver in a tan leather holster on her right hip. Sam was about to ask about the second sword when Seras said; "Sam, look!" They had arrived at the King's Palace. The large brick castle loomed above them. The turrets seemed to reach the heavens. At the gate, a guard wearing silver armor and a navy blue and gold tunic stopped them. "We're here to see the king" said Seras cheerfully and Integra gave an exasperated sigh as she handed the guard a piece of paper. After he read the note, the guard turned and hollered; "Open up the gates! The King's Hunters have arrived!" As they rode through the gates, Sam said; "I need to get me one of those papers."
When they reached the front door of the palace, before her horse came to a complete stop, Integra was already out of the saddle and striding through the entrance. So, unexpected was this, that it left Sam and Seras scrambling and running after her. "Hey slow down, will ya?" Sam called out.
"Keep up, will ya?" Integra called back mocking Sam.
"Okay that was kinda hot" grinned Sam. Seras could only roll her eyes. The word that they had arrive must have spread quickly because all the doors leading to the throne room were open. They were going to see the King.
Chapter End
Author's Notes: What a chapter. I am NOT sorry all the descriptions. Okay on the stickies (the stuff stuck on my notebook). I am trying to find roles for most of the Hellsing characters and the only role I could find for Makube was as Sam's horse. The reason for this is I have no idea who he is. (At the time of typing this I found out who he, but too bad, Makube is a gelding) Now for his markings, when I say 'white socks' it's not really socks (you should know horses don't wear socks). Socks on a horse's legs are white markings just above the hood up to the ankle. Be glad that Makube is a pretty horse. I promise not to make the fat German dude a horse, maybe he'll be an ass. So, there you have it, the three huntresses met and it's nice to see they all like each other. Well they are going to meet the King. Let's see how that goes. See you in the next chapter.
BTW this is an Eldredge knot: /pin/529032287457414454/