Negative reviews usually discourage me, but well, I'm just not going to
stop this until it's out of my system. Again, I apologize for the length,
but I'm writing in a Dracula-esque fashion.
Though now that they're all out to rescue Anderson, I'm going to move time
along a little bit. Without Integral having Alucard to argue with, this is
going to turn in to Seras writing bunches and bunches of things. Maybe an
Argetni post or two, but yeah. Seras is gonna get time to shine.
And I still don't own anything.
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July 2, Budapest
Argetni and I have been in this damned country for two weeks now, and the damned Order of Kali has yet to send their representatives, so Father Barnabas McCafferty, our leader for this mission to rescue Father Anderson, has decided that he does not want to wait around for Kali's men to arrive, for the Iscariot priest may be dead already.
Father Barnabas is quite unlike Father Anderson, as I had expected the Vatican to have basic clones of their infamous paladin. He accepts me for what I am, and is being very generous in securing blood packets for both myself and Argetni. He has not once tried to kill me or tried to expel the 'demon' living inside my body. Granted, Harker told Section XIII not to harm Argetni or myself, but threats never worked to deter Father Anderson.
Then again, he had been expecting two Alucard-like beings to come from Hellsing, and I am absolutely nothing like my master, while Argetni is just. . . Argetni. I am quite shocked that anyone that has met Sir Integra doesn't realize Argetni's mannerisms are the exact same.
I also cannot believe that Harker sent his pregnant wife on this mission under her vampiric guise. Perhaps it is so he can have Lilith for himself without the prying eyes of Sir Integra nearby. I cannot forgive him for doing such a thing.
Poor Argetni, I truly pity her right now. She is growing stronger ever since she passed through Holland on our trek to this forsaken land, but the child inside of her is taking more and more from her body. She is thin, and I can see her ribs when we are forced to change and shower together, as we are the only females in this group, though her abdomen is still quite large from the growing child inside her.
She has told the priests, hunters, and dhampirs present that she just likes to wear her clothes in layers as to why her lower body looks large. Everyone but the dhampirs have believed her. Thank God that they do not reveal her secret to anyone else.
I wish that I could have her sent home. She is terrified, and has even cried to me before we sleep for the day about how she knows this terrible journey is going to force her to miscarry the child. She hates Harker, hates this life she is leading, and wishes that Alucard would have just drank her blood and killed her totally on that fateful night.
She also has told me that we are going after Alucard, and that if she had any say in the matter when Harker had received the letter from the Vatican, none of Hellsing's vampires or troops would have even been dispatched to the Continent for such a trivial matter. Alucard and his relatives in the dark blood will not harm others, less the evildoer, and the true undead know how to make sure their victims do not come back as ghouls.
Alas, I must stop writing soon. Father Barnabas has called for us to move out again so we can move to the heart of the vampire territory.
Seras
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July 2, Budapest
Argetni and I have been in this damned country for two weeks now, and the damned Order of Kali has yet to send their representatives, so Father Barnabas McCafferty, our leader for this mission to rescue Father Anderson, has decided that he does not want to wait around for Kali's men to arrive, for the Iscariot priest may be dead already.
Father Barnabas is quite unlike Father Anderson, as I had expected the Vatican to have basic clones of their infamous paladin. He accepts me for what I am, and is being very generous in securing blood packets for both myself and Argetni. He has not once tried to kill me or tried to expel the 'demon' living inside my body. Granted, Harker told Section XIII not to harm Argetni or myself, but threats never worked to deter Father Anderson.
Then again, he had been expecting two Alucard-like beings to come from Hellsing, and I am absolutely nothing like my master, while Argetni is just. . . Argetni. I am quite shocked that anyone that has met Sir Integra doesn't realize Argetni's mannerisms are the exact same.
I also cannot believe that Harker sent his pregnant wife on this mission under her vampiric guise. Perhaps it is so he can have Lilith for himself without the prying eyes of Sir Integra nearby. I cannot forgive him for doing such a thing.
Poor Argetni, I truly pity her right now. She is growing stronger ever since she passed through Holland on our trek to this forsaken land, but the child inside of her is taking more and more from her body. She is thin, and I can see her ribs when we are forced to change and shower together, as we are the only females in this group, though her abdomen is still quite large from the growing child inside her.
She has told the priests, hunters, and dhampirs present that she just likes to wear her clothes in layers as to why her lower body looks large. Everyone but the dhampirs have believed her. Thank God that they do not reveal her secret to anyone else.
I wish that I could have her sent home. She is terrified, and has even cried to me before we sleep for the day about how she knows this terrible journey is going to force her to miscarry the child. She hates Harker, hates this life she is leading, and wishes that Alucard would have just drank her blood and killed her totally on that fateful night.
She also has told me that we are going after Alucard, and that if she had any say in the matter when Harker had received the letter from the Vatican, none of Hellsing's vampires or troops would have even been dispatched to the Continent for such a trivial matter. Alucard and his relatives in the dark blood will not harm others, less the evildoer, and the true undead know how to make sure their victims do not come back as ghouls.
Alas, I must stop writing soon. Father Barnabas has called for us to move out again so we can move to the heart of the vampire territory.
Seras