Chapter: 2
"Why are you haunting me?"
The next week had been the hardest week in Ceras Victoria's life. The life she knew as 'freedom' was no more. A 'free' vampire could be considered a joke now in her eyes. The American kindred seemed have given her a simple solution to this: You're always owned by someone, there for you must serve. This saying wasn't something that Ceras liked to hear, but she had conformed without much struggle. Her body was weak without the rightful means of blood, and the over bearing strength of those around her had kept her in check. They tested her fighting skill, and were oddly amazed. She was a Brit, yet she had proper combat skills. Though as powerful as she might have been, they all wanted to strip her of her familiarity. They wanted to know whom the girl's Sire was, and whom did she serve all these years to 'hurt' other vampires. Though as she would not speak, they starved her more and pushed on.
And the games?
She learned all about them. It seems the Americans had an odd taste for their own blood to be shed publicly. Like a dogfight with vampires. Where only the strongest survive, and if you don't play your cards correctly, you'll find yourself in eternal regret. Only as the lingering days went on, Victoria would agree to the warning words of her 'master'. She was in trouble, yet she saw no real way out of this. This 'Julian' seemed to be the ringleader of all of this, or at least of this 'section' of recruitments. Each and everyday he would visit his 'new' fighter and egg her on, only to get a response that was most favorable in his opinion, the reaction of inner rage that could only be unleashed by a sudden dosage of physical harm. And as the week finally came to a close, he was positive she was ready.
"I'm -not- putting that-That -thing- on!"
The voice of the red haired vampire shrieked by her opening début, her body was coiled up in the center of a cement floor, by now her original clothing she had traveled to New York was tattered and torn. Though she didn't care about that or the grim that she got all over herself defending her life in vain She had pride, and to Victoria, that's all that mattered.
"Shut up! You're not going to be wearing rags during -our- games. Do you want to make us look bad!?" The voice of a snappy woman called out from the other end of the room, holding up what seemed to be a rather 'futuristic' outfit. As it was a collection of what seemed to be a two-piece body suit of leather, colored in white and black. There were buckles and strips of leather hanging from the waist and sleeveless shoulders. In the woman's other hand was a pair of knee high boots that seemed to have what appeared to be pistols locked in at the calves. But for now, they were unloaded.
" Why should I care if I make you all look bad-I didn't want to enter in this stupid bloody competition you all run like mad-men!"
" If you don't look good for us. We'll kill you, Brit-girl. Now stop your damn crying and put the outfit on!"
While the outfit was pitched through the darkness of the 'cell' like room, the other vampire was out of the room and closing the heavy door with a slam and an accompanying lock. Victoria's eyes narrowed a bit more in further annoyance, but it never did stay with her.. as she only closed her eyes and hushed her head to turn the other direction. She didn't want to die, for one fact only. She did look towards the crumpled suit in the center of the room quietly after a few moments of sulking. Her own expression was a bit on the drugged side, considering this has been the longest she's been without blood in a long while. It was almost accepted for her to feed from a packet back then, but there were no blood banks for her to walk up towards. So she starved. And considering Julian never gave her that 'meal' he promised, she considered she wasn't going to get one.
" ..I..I just want to go home.."
If she even had a home. Her apartment complex was probably cleared out by now and probably torn down or implanted a new group of people in there. But perhaps stepping foot in England would make her feel better again. More at 'peace'. Though the more the girl stared at the suit, her hands eventually clamored to the ground and eventually her legs pushed off in a small crawl. By time she reached the mass of leather, she picked it up after a few pokes and gradually hugged it to her chest. She could always act tough in front of these 'punks', but when she was alone, she felt the obligation to break down and have the need to be 'human' again.
Only this time she wasn't alone.
"..Where exactly -do- you live?"
A sound from the darkness only had Victoria's eyes slit momentarily and lift up and glare into the direction where the sound had came from. She was for certain it wasn't her 'master', but something with a collection of silver hair, "W-What does that matter to you? I want to get out of here- Now!" She had to resolve herself, even if her eyes wanted to tear up.
From the shadows much like her 'master', the vampire showed himself, dressed in a fashion of a new business suit, properly pressed and accompanied by a tie and a light gold scarf hanging along both of his shoulders. He smirked modestly enough into the direction of where the girl was crumpled, clicking his finely waxed boots and stepping along the cement floor, as if he owned the place. But then again, he did, " You want to get out of here? Prove yourself that you can get out. I see a lot of potential in you, kid. But you're still a kid nonetheless. If you acted more like an adult, maybe the guys wouldn't treat you as badly." His words sounded logical, but the red head didn't want to hear anything that sounded like 'advice' now.
All she wanted to hear was 'You can leave.'
" I don't -care- about that! I don't want to fit in-I just want to leave! Now!" And by time she shot up to her feet, crimson eyes were well met onto the set of gold. Her shoulders froze and her lips parted somewhat in pause. She realized how much of a child she did sound like, but it was suited to her anger and lack of energy. Oddly enough, the silver haired man only grinned further and took a hand forward and pushed against her shoulder. Without knowing the force being given, Ceras fell back with a thud and if not a sound of skin grinding against the rough floor bellow.
"If you want to act like a kid, your going to be treated like one. Too bad for such potential like you to have to give up. I hope you prove yourselves at the games, otherwise I'll be mad about all that money I set on you."
Money!? She was a bet now!? If it weren't for the pain at her arms, she would have retaliated to that as well, though she only curled up modestly enough, eyes eventually drifting shut in submitting, " I'm too.. tired to fight." A weak excuse for a weak reply, but she wanted to try anything. She was used to fighting for her life. But only when it was in a situation that would help others. In this one, she thought it was nearly hurting several.
She received no response though, only the sound of a plastic filled bag dropping down in front of her knee's. It was a blood packet, labeled AA. It was her 'favorite' type. Though how he knew this, she did not know. And even as she went to question him, he was gone. The same lingering 'distilled' silence that over came the room was disturbing and yet comforting as well. Master did the same. But-Wait-This wasn't master. He was nothing like him other then what he had just done.
'He.. probably knows where I came from by now.' As there weren't that many 'true' vampires in the British Isles, it wouldn't be that hard to finally pick out and point where she came from. After all, he was only the most 'infamous' kindred of the old kingdom.
So with a lingering look downward to the packet, the tubing was grabbed and promptly ripped to the side, and the flow of the liquid dripped to her waiting mouth.
"Is she ready yet?"
"C'mon! We'll be late!"
"Stupid Brits-Always ruining our fun!"
"Hey, shut up! As long as we get what we want, there isn't anything to worry about." The bickering of the neighboring room stopped after it's raging few minutes while the voice of Julian himself spoke open to. He still stood looking placid and 'professional', though now with a large grin plastered on his features, "She'll do just fine. Just give her a few minutes."
The group of vampires took to eye one another and slowly recoil to their seats, each looking disgruntled in a way, but all accepting to their 'leader'. Many of them were male, each heavily muscular and looking as if they could wield the world on their backs. While the woman had a more canny and serpent-like look to them, each more deadly then the next. It was a shady group, but one that seemed to all depend on one another. One of them however seemed to lift his head up at an awkward pace, a fashion of goggles hanging off one side of his head as shaggy blonde hair covered most of his eyes. He was positioned in front of a small computer console that seemed to be the primary light source aside from the few partially burnt out fluorescent lights that hung in the room.
"Hey, Jules-Got a new pick up for you. It seems I found out why she's such a tough cookie to crack."
The announcement seemed to have turned a few heads, but primarily Julian only showed direct interest, a silver brow having lofted up as his slick boots still clicked as he walked, " Well, go on."
What seemed to be the 'hacker' kindred flashed a toothy grin and spun about in his own chair, hefting up a thin lengthy finger and tapped at the LCD screen, where a picture of the girl when she was human flashed every now and again, " Seems she was a cop at one point in time, name is still the same as she gave us though. But during one mission to what was known as a 'secret' investigation to a backwater town named Cheder, the entire squad perished. But out of all the bodies they found, they couldn't find hers. But, according to a news reporters and a few official police documents regarding her apartment owners, they've all seen her walking around in a uniform that is non-other then those fuckers called Hellsing."
There was an unsteady pause in the room by the rest of the group, but it seemed that they leader remained strong. He only fashioned his brow back in its normal place and leaned over to monitor the screen. He grinned then, only upbringing a hand to the top of the metal rim and positioning it for him to get a better look at the picture of the red headed girl in a pair of tiny shorts and a form-fitting shirt with the label 'Hellsing' on her left arm, "Well, no wonder why she came to New York. She probably wanted to get away from getting any blame pinned on her for that piece of crap organization falling apart. Good riddance." And he pulled away from the screen then and fashioned his hair in a fixed position.
Though the 'hacker' only looked a bit under confident, "Maybe you should let this one go, the queens reports state that they didn't get a hold of the girl's maker by the end of all of this. I don't think we need any more Brit's comin' onto our la-" It seemed he was hushed however by the opening of the door that hid the young British vampire herself. She looked awkward in the outfit she was in, and her eyes still appeared faintly fatigued, but the blood would do the trick soon enough. The conversation however only led her to wonder as it had came to a sudden stop. Though for her, it might have been better she didn't hear what was going on.
".Now what?" She finally spoke, pressing against the door in having the reminder she might be 'escorted' by two much larger vampires to wherever they must travel. Though no one came, only Julian stood at the center, the pooling light from the computer touching the back of him and making an odd silhouette. Only then he smiled and walked forward, "I'll be bringing you the arena, Ceras."
Now this life and death battle was seeming to look more like a formal date to a prom then anything. Wonderful.
And by time they got to these 'games', Ceras had once again seen something she wished could only touch her darkest nightmares.
Vampires and humans alike seemed all cramped together in what seemed to be an old high-rise building. It was hollowed out within the center with only its outer frame to hold 'seat' for the lingering onlookers. Though to her, it seemed more like a hollow tube that wanted to shoot straight to hell. The bottom was dark except for a few lights that would beam down on occasional contender that still stood. The masses of figures seemed to cramp the air with horrid screams of bets and wagers. If this couldn't get any worse--
--She didn't know what could.
"Now, Ceras. I want you to know something before I put you down into the holding booth.." Julian spoke so casually still as the two were forced to walk ahead of the rest of the crowd, " .You can use any means to defeat your enemy.. and I will repeat myself by -any- means." He quirked a smile and patted her on the back before turning away. Though on how he spoke only left the girl standing aloof.
"..Any means? What do that supposed t-" Yet her voice was promptly cut off while she felt a strong hand having grabbed onto her arm and drag her back into the mass of darkness down bellow a matter of metal stairs.
Once she was down into what was known as the 'pit', it seemed that whoever -was- human probably couldn't breath thanks to the lack of moving room and air capacity. The characters in this area of all didn't look clean either. Hell, she probably looked the cleanest of them all. Both male and female seemed warped by they're own illusion of living or not tonight.. glaring at the matter of blood that scattered the floor as random humans were indeed slaughtered when caught off guard. It was sickening, repulsive-Hell.. it almost made her want to scream.
"Pick any weapon-Hurry!" It seemed the guard was still behind her evidently enough, and that barely made her jump. Crimson eyes shook modestly and she continued to push her way through the crowd to what seemed to be a large wall decorated in a matter of various pictures. Weapons of all kinds were there. Swords, daggers, whips, chains, and of course a wonderful gun selection. Due to her lack of experience using the others, she took a closer look what was there for the semi-automatic selection. Nothing seemed too well, other then the half ripped up picture of a H&K MP5. 'I can't believe I have to pick what I'm going to die or kill someone with..' she thought before submissively pointing up towards it, then recoiled. The guard looked up, grinned and motioned to the weaponry dealer to get what was just selected. "Seems that this Lady Hellsing just wants to be a cheap shot!"
That was when all eyes went on her. A matter of grumbles and hisses emerged, all disregarding what her 'title' was. Hellsing? Who'd to think they'd bring in of -those-. It seemed Julian's intentions were more then just a 'ruse' to the company of her adversaries. Yet before the girl could turn and holler at them all, she was met with a scuffed up version that oddly matched the torn picture on the wall. The gun itself was in horrible shape, but she said nothing regarding it and took a gander at the clip.
Well, things just got worse.
"Er..E..Excuse me-Sir. This cartridge is empty."
A bit of a 'contained' laughter filled the dark pit, and from then, the guard turned and leaned down, the massively gruesome face of fat and grim smiled sickly at her weapon, then her obstructed face.
"Yah-gotta problem with that? Shows you Brit-bastards right. Thinking you can just blow your way through anything. Tough and deal with what you got." And it was then he turned and left her to the 'peers'.. and surely enough her hands had gripped tightly around her own gun. This sort of treatment wasn't something she wanted to endure. Much let alone having ever seen this happen to her before. But as she tried to pin herself against a space of wall, she caught note of a flicker of blonde up by the only matter of light in the room. Short haired.. and.. feline ears? She only blinked to squint and get a better look, yet she saw nothing after that.
"-Hellsing-! You're going to be our first contender!"
The door was flung open and the mass of hands were pushing her towards the exit. She wanted to yell out again that she didn't want to go, and frankly be a bit of a frightened child. Though she still reconciled with the human part of her from time to time. Now seemed like one of those particular moments. Though she did bite onto her bottom lip while she was taken back up a different set of stairs, nearly tugging from time to time to recoil back like a stubborn mule. Though it was inevitable-
--For she had already been taken to the light and screaming crowds above head.
The next week had been the hardest week in Ceras Victoria's life. The life she knew as 'freedom' was no more. A 'free' vampire could be considered a joke now in her eyes. The American kindred seemed have given her a simple solution to this: You're always owned by someone, there for you must serve. This saying wasn't something that Ceras liked to hear, but she had conformed without much struggle. Her body was weak without the rightful means of blood, and the over bearing strength of those around her had kept her in check. They tested her fighting skill, and were oddly amazed. She was a Brit, yet she had proper combat skills. Though as powerful as she might have been, they all wanted to strip her of her familiarity. They wanted to know whom the girl's Sire was, and whom did she serve all these years to 'hurt' other vampires. Though as she would not speak, they starved her more and pushed on.
And the games?
She learned all about them. It seems the Americans had an odd taste for their own blood to be shed publicly. Like a dogfight with vampires. Where only the strongest survive, and if you don't play your cards correctly, you'll find yourself in eternal regret. Only as the lingering days went on, Victoria would agree to the warning words of her 'master'. She was in trouble, yet she saw no real way out of this. This 'Julian' seemed to be the ringleader of all of this, or at least of this 'section' of recruitments. Each and everyday he would visit his 'new' fighter and egg her on, only to get a response that was most favorable in his opinion, the reaction of inner rage that could only be unleashed by a sudden dosage of physical harm. And as the week finally came to a close, he was positive she was ready.
"I'm -not- putting that-That -thing- on!"
The voice of the red haired vampire shrieked by her opening début, her body was coiled up in the center of a cement floor, by now her original clothing she had traveled to New York was tattered and torn. Though she didn't care about that or the grim that she got all over herself defending her life in vain She had pride, and to Victoria, that's all that mattered.
"Shut up! You're not going to be wearing rags during -our- games. Do you want to make us look bad!?" The voice of a snappy woman called out from the other end of the room, holding up what seemed to be a rather 'futuristic' outfit. As it was a collection of what seemed to be a two-piece body suit of leather, colored in white and black. There were buckles and strips of leather hanging from the waist and sleeveless shoulders. In the woman's other hand was a pair of knee high boots that seemed to have what appeared to be pistols locked in at the calves. But for now, they were unloaded.
" Why should I care if I make you all look bad-I didn't want to enter in this stupid bloody competition you all run like mad-men!"
" If you don't look good for us. We'll kill you, Brit-girl. Now stop your damn crying and put the outfit on!"
While the outfit was pitched through the darkness of the 'cell' like room, the other vampire was out of the room and closing the heavy door with a slam and an accompanying lock. Victoria's eyes narrowed a bit more in further annoyance, but it never did stay with her.. as she only closed her eyes and hushed her head to turn the other direction. She didn't want to die, for one fact only. She did look towards the crumpled suit in the center of the room quietly after a few moments of sulking. Her own expression was a bit on the drugged side, considering this has been the longest she's been without blood in a long while. It was almost accepted for her to feed from a packet back then, but there were no blood banks for her to walk up towards. So she starved. And considering Julian never gave her that 'meal' he promised, she considered she wasn't going to get one.
" ..I..I just want to go home.."
If she even had a home. Her apartment complex was probably cleared out by now and probably torn down or implanted a new group of people in there. But perhaps stepping foot in England would make her feel better again. More at 'peace'. Though the more the girl stared at the suit, her hands eventually clamored to the ground and eventually her legs pushed off in a small crawl. By time she reached the mass of leather, she picked it up after a few pokes and gradually hugged it to her chest. She could always act tough in front of these 'punks', but when she was alone, she felt the obligation to break down and have the need to be 'human' again.
Only this time she wasn't alone.
"..Where exactly -do- you live?"
A sound from the darkness only had Victoria's eyes slit momentarily and lift up and glare into the direction where the sound had came from. She was for certain it wasn't her 'master', but something with a collection of silver hair, "W-What does that matter to you? I want to get out of here- Now!" She had to resolve herself, even if her eyes wanted to tear up.
From the shadows much like her 'master', the vampire showed himself, dressed in a fashion of a new business suit, properly pressed and accompanied by a tie and a light gold scarf hanging along both of his shoulders. He smirked modestly enough into the direction of where the girl was crumpled, clicking his finely waxed boots and stepping along the cement floor, as if he owned the place. But then again, he did, " You want to get out of here? Prove yourself that you can get out. I see a lot of potential in you, kid. But you're still a kid nonetheless. If you acted more like an adult, maybe the guys wouldn't treat you as badly." His words sounded logical, but the red head didn't want to hear anything that sounded like 'advice' now.
All she wanted to hear was 'You can leave.'
" I don't -care- about that! I don't want to fit in-I just want to leave! Now!" And by time she shot up to her feet, crimson eyes were well met onto the set of gold. Her shoulders froze and her lips parted somewhat in pause. She realized how much of a child she did sound like, but it was suited to her anger and lack of energy. Oddly enough, the silver haired man only grinned further and took a hand forward and pushed against her shoulder. Without knowing the force being given, Ceras fell back with a thud and if not a sound of skin grinding against the rough floor bellow.
"If you want to act like a kid, your going to be treated like one. Too bad for such potential like you to have to give up. I hope you prove yourselves at the games, otherwise I'll be mad about all that money I set on you."
Money!? She was a bet now!? If it weren't for the pain at her arms, she would have retaliated to that as well, though she only curled up modestly enough, eyes eventually drifting shut in submitting, " I'm too.. tired to fight." A weak excuse for a weak reply, but she wanted to try anything. She was used to fighting for her life. But only when it was in a situation that would help others. In this one, she thought it was nearly hurting several.
She received no response though, only the sound of a plastic filled bag dropping down in front of her knee's. It was a blood packet, labeled AA. It was her 'favorite' type. Though how he knew this, she did not know. And even as she went to question him, he was gone. The same lingering 'distilled' silence that over came the room was disturbing and yet comforting as well. Master did the same. But-Wait-This wasn't master. He was nothing like him other then what he had just done.
'He.. probably knows where I came from by now.' As there weren't that many 'true' vampires in the British Isles, it wouldn't be that hard to finally pick out and point where she came from. After all, he was only the most 'infamous' kindred of the old kingdom.
So with a lingering look downward to the packet, the tubing was grabbed and promptly ripped to the side, and the flow of the liquid dripped to her waiting mouth.
"Is she ready yet?"
"C'mon! We'll be late!"
"Stupid Brits-Always ruining our fun!"
"Hey, shut up! As long as we get what we want, there isn't anything to worry about." The bickering of the neighboring room stopped after it's raging few minutes while the voice of Julian himself spoke open to. He still stood looking placid and 'professional', though now with a large grin plastered on his features, "She'll do just fine. Just give her a few minutes."
The group of vampires took to eye one another and slowly recoil to their seats, each looking disgruntled in a way, but all accepting to their 'leader'. Many of them were male, each heavily muscular and looking as if they could wield the world on their backs. While the woman had a more canny and serpent-like look to them, each more deadly then the next. It was a shady group, but one that seemed to all depend on one another. One of them however seemed to lift his head up at an awkward pace, a fashion of goggles hanging off one side of his head as shaggy blonde hair covered most of his eyes. He was positioned in front of a small computer console that seemed to be the primary light source aside from the few partially burnt out fluorescent lights that hung in the room.
"Hey, Jules-Got a new pick up for you. It seems I found out why she's such a tough cookie to crack."
The announcement seemed to have turned a few heads, but primarily Julian only showed direct interest, a silver brow having lofted up as his slick boots still clicked as he walked, " Well, go on."
What seemed to be the 'hacker' kindred flashed a toothy grin and spun about in his own chair, hefting up a thin lengthy finger and tapped at the LCD screen, where a picture of the girl when she was human flashed every now and again, " Seems she was a cop at one point in time, name is still the same as she gave us though. But during one mission to what was known as a 'secret' investigation to a backwater town named Cheder, the entire squad perished. But out of all the bodies they found, they couldn't find hers. But, according to a news reporters and a few official police documents regarding her apartment owners, they've all seen her walking around in a uniform that is non-other then those fuckers called Hellsing."
There was an unsteady pause in the room by the rest of the group, but it seemed that they leader remained strong. He only fashioned his brow back in its normal place and leaned over to monitor the screen. He grinned then, only upbringing a hand to the top of the metal rim and positioning it for him to get a better look at the picture of the red headed girl in a pair of tiny shorts and a form-fitting shirt with the label 'Hellsing' on her left arm, "Well, no wonder why she came to New York. She probably wanted to get away from getting any blame pinned on her for that piece of crap organization falling apart. Good riddance." And he pulled away from the screen then and fashioned his hair in a fixed position.
Though the 'hacker' only looked a bit under confident, "Maybe you should let this one go, the queens reports state that they didn't get a hold of the girl's maker by the end of all of this. I don't think we need any more Brit's comin' onto our la-" It seemed he was hushed however by the opening of the door that hid the young British vampire herself. She looked awkward in the outfit she was in, and her eyes still appeared faintly fatigued, but the blood would do the trick soon enough. The conversation however only led her to wonder as it had came to a sudden stop. Though for her, it might have been better she didn't hear what was going on.
".Now what?" She finally spoke, pressing against the door in having the reminder she might be 'escorted' by two much larger vampires to wherever they must travel. Though no one came, only Julian stood at the center, the pooling light from the computer touching the back of him and making an odd silhouette. Only then he smiled and walked forward, "I'll be bringing you the arena, Ceras."
Now this life and death battle was seeming to look more like a formal date to a prom then anything. Wonderful.
And by time they got to these 'games', Ceras had once again seen something she wished could only touch her darkest nightmares.
Vampires and humans alike seemed all cramped together in what seemed to be an old high-rise building. It was hollowed out within the center with only its outer frame to hold 'seat' for the lingering onlookers. Though to her, it seemed more like a hollow tube that wanted to shoot straight to hell. The bottom was dark except for a few lights that would beam down on occasional contender that still stood. The masses of figures seemed to cramp the air with horrid screams of bets and wagers. If this couldn't get any worse--
--She didn't know what could.
"Now, Ceras. I want you to know something before I put you down into the holding booth.." Julian spoke so casually still as the two were forced to walk ahead of the rest of the crowd, " .You can use any means to defeat your enemy.. and I will repeat myself by -any- means." He quirked a smile and patted her on the back before turning away. Though on how he spoke only left the girl standing aloof.
"..Any means? What do that supposed t-" Yet her voice was promptly cut off while she felt a strong hand having grabbed onto her arm and drag her back into the mass of darkness down bellow a matter of metal stairs.
Once she was down into what was known as the 'pit', it seemed that whoever -was- human probably couldn't breath thanks to the lack of moving room and air capacity. The characters in this area of all didn't look clean either. Hell, she probably looked the cleanest of them all. Both male and female seemed warped by they're own illusion of living or not tonight.. glaring at the matter of blood that scattered the floor as random humans were indeed slaughtered when caught off guard. It was sickening, repulsive-Hell.. it almost made her want to scream.
"Pick any weapon-Hurry!" It seemed the guard was still behind her evidently enough, and that barely made her jump. Crimson eyes shook modestly and she continued to push her way through the crowd to what seemed to be a large wall decorated in a matter of various pictures. Weapons of all kinds were there. Swords, daggers, whips, chains, and of course a wonderful gun selection. Due to her lack of experience using the others, she took a closer look what was there for the semi-automatic selection. Nothing seemed too well, other then the half ripped up picture of a H&K MP5. 'I can't believe I have to pick what I'm going to die or kill someone with..' she thought before submissively pointing up towards it, then recoiled. The guard looked up, grinned and motioned to the weaponry dealer to get what was just selected. "Seems that this Lady Hellsing just wants to be a cheap shot!"
That was when all eyes went on her. A matter of grumbles and hisses emerged, all disregarding what her 'title' was. Hellsing? Who'd to think they'd bring in of -those-. It seemed Julian's intentions were more then just a 'ruse' to the company of her adversaries. Yet before the girl could turn and holler at them all, she was met with a scuffed up version that oddly matched the torn picture on the wall. The gun itself was in horrible shape, but she said nothing regarding it and took a gander at the clip.
Well, things just got worse.
"Er..E..Excuse me-Sir. This cartridge is empty."
A bit of a 'contained' laughter filled the dark pit, and from then, the guard turned and leaned down, the massively gruesome face of fat and grim smiled sickly at her weapon, then her obstructed face.
"Yah-gotta problem with that? Shows you Brit-bastards right. Thinking you can just blow your way through anything. Tough and deal with what you got." And it was then he turned and left her to the 'peers'.. and surely enough her hands had gripped tightly around her own gun. This sort of treatment wasn't something she wanted to endure. Much let alone having ever seen this happen to her before. But as she tried to pin herself against a space of wall, she caught note of a flicker of blonde up by the only matter of light in the room. Short haired.. and.. feline ears? She only blinked to squint and get a better look, yet she saw nothing after that.
"-Hellsing-! You're going to be our first contender!"
The door was flung open and the mass of hands were pushing her towards the exit. She wanted to yell out again that she didn't want to go, and frankly be a bit of a frightened child. Though she still reconciled with the human part of her from time to time. Now seemed like one of those particular moments. Though she did bite onto her bottom lip while she was taken back up a different set of stairs, nearly tugging from time to time to recoil back like a stubborn mule. Though it was inevitable-
--For she had already been taken to the light and screaming crowds above head.