Seras stood on the corner, the breeze ruffling her hair as she attempted to stand at attention, but lack of sleep was claiming her. She was on a solo patrol, Master was trusting her to use her new vampiric powers, Master wouldn't like it if she wussed out again, Master was counting her to at least stay awake, wasn't he? Watch...watch...something might be lurking...
And then she saw it.
It could only have been out of the corner of her eye. But she very distinctly saw a outline of a man, in the shadows. Coming closer. Closer. Closer.
Then everything was black, and she slept.
The next time she was awake, she was in bed. But not her four-poster coffin...It was dimly lit with fluorescent lights...and she was in...a hospital room?!
She saw the figures of Sir Integra, and her Master...and as she slipped in and out of consciousness, she picked up on their conversation.
"The police girl will have to go."
"Integra, this is not the girl's fault, she could not have helped it if some random drunk on the street decided to attack her!"
"She should have been more alert! She should have defended herself. She should have..."
"Yes, Integra, I know."
"She should have never joined Hellsing in the first place. You should have never made her join."
"This is how things should be. It is not how they are."
"Do we have a report on who it was that attacked?"
Walter...had Walter been there all along? Walter stepped in from the shadows.
"Yes, Sir Integra. But the troubling news was this series of messages sent to Ms. Seras Victoria's email address. The gist and thrust of most of them was something on the lines of 'I will come to you soon, my vampiric angel. We will fly away together. I will set you free.' There is no need to say this seems to be a very serious situation. Oh, and yes, we believe it was one George Blindaman, a noted freak vampire, who did the attack..."
"Alucard."
"Yes, Integra."
"Take care of it."
"Yes, Master."
And Seras slipped out of consciousness again...
And then she saw it.
It could only have been out of the corner of her eye. But she very distinctly saw a outline of a man, in the shadows. Coming closer. Closer. Closer.
Then everything was black, and she slept.
The next time she was awake, she was in bed. But not her four-poster coffin...It was dimly lit with fluorescent lights...and she was in...a hospital room?!
She saw the figures of Sir Integra, and her Master...and as she slipped in and out of consciousness, she picked up on their conversation.
"The police girl will have to go."
"Integra, this is not the girl's fault, she could not have helped it if some random drunk on the street decided to attack her!"
"She should have been more alert! She should have defended herself. She should have..."
"Yes, Integra, I know."
"She should have never joined Hellsing in the first place. You should have never made her join."
"This is how things should be. It is not how they are."
"Do we have a report on who it was that attacked?"
Walter...had Walter been there all along? Walter stepped in from the shadows.
"Yes, Sir Integra. But the troubling news was this series of messages sent to Ms. Seras Victoria's email address. The gist and thrust of most of them was something on the lines of 'I will come to you soon, my vampiric angel. We will fly away together. I will set you free.' There is no need to say this seems to be a very serious situation. Oh, and yes, we believe it was one George Blindaman, a noted freak vampire, who did the attack..."
"Alucard."
"Yes, Integra."
"Take care of it."
"Yes, Master."
And Seras slipped out of consciousness again...