*Authors note: I do not own Hellsing, and I do not own the lyrics to Rob Zombie's SuperBeast. I'm playing with my imagination, so please no mocking reviews or dumb reviews that just say Gary Stu! Please read and enjoy. *
Flickering
Seras knocked loudly on Lance's door. "Lance, wake up! Sir Integral wishes to speak with us both. Lance..." She opened the door only to find the werewolf dressing himself in his Hellsing uniform.
"I'll be right up." He said pulling on his shirt.
**
Lance stepped into Integral's office only to be scolded, by her immediately.
"You're late." She began, "Sit down and take a seat. I have some things to talk to the pair of you about."
Lance sat down next to Seras in front of Miss Hellsing's desk.
"Now first off, Seras, I have to applaud you on your swift take down of the freak on Lexington Street last night."
"Thank you Sir Integral." Seras said accepting the out of the blue complement.
"Now, Mr. Tashan, you failed to protect all the soldiers under your command. The letter to Private Kyle T. Allison's family was just sent out this morning, telling them of his death. I had expected more of you." She stated coldly.
Lance looked at the near edge of the desk, and decided it was best not to say anything. *I'm on everybody's shitlist an't I? It wasn't my fault he courageously jumped on that grenade to save everyone else. *
"Now, our intelligence agency has found a freak chip processing plant in a night club near Hamilton way. And, you two will eliminate the problem. That understood?"
"Yes Sir Integral." Seras quickly said.
"Yes Ma'am." Lance saluted her and left the room.
"Seras."
"Yes Sir Integral?"
"Keep an eye on the boy. I don't want him killing innocent people while he wears the Hellsing coat of arms on his chest."
Seras nodded and left the room. When she shut the door Lance was leaning against the wall.
Lance sighed as he spoke. "I don't kill innocent people. Nor do I go on insane killing rampages."
Seras looked at him in the eye. "I sure hope not, I'm not nearly as strong as my master."
The boy chuckled a bit. "Yeah well in truth, yer a lot stronger then me."
"What do you mean?"
"Vampires can summon demons to their side that aid in battle. Us werewolves don't have the strength to summon demons to our side. So we fight tooth and nail, until we die."
"I can't summon any demons to my side."
"Eh?"
"I can't control the same black magic that mast does."
Lance raised an eyebrow. "How long have you been a vampire anyways?"
"In a month two years."
"Hmm. Here I thought it was longer." He grinned at her. "Well do you really expect to go to a party wearying that?"
She looked at him confused for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"That military uniform has it purposes, but going into a night club, its gonna blow the whole mission. And, I don't think I can do this by myself."
"What do you expect me to wear then?"
He gave her a sly look. "Just think, jeans and black." He walked down stairs and towards his room.
A few minutes later lance strode out of his room wearing saggy blue jeans, a wallet chain, a red American football jersey, with a black backwards cap. He knocked on Seras' door.
"You ready yet?"
"Just a moment." She said just before open her own door.
The wolf looked at her in her black jeans, white T-shirt, and silk black choker.
"Good, lets go then."
**
The noises where loud and many. People danced under the multicolored lights. Talked over by the bar. And kissed in the lounges.
"Wow this place is sure is bright and noise." Seras said barely being heard over the loud techno music.
"Yeah, an't it great." Lance laughed. "Hear go out on the dance floor and see if you can spot any freaks among the dancers."
Seras gave him a quick nod as she wondered over on the dance floor. She began to dance hypnotically among the crowds of people. * I never felt so alive. * She thought.
Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She wasn't alive. No she was dead. Even worse she was undead. That short rush of life faded quickly, but the thought of it festered in her mind. Leaving her with thoughts of all the deaths she will soon come too see before she meets death herself. Seras then slowly walked over to the bar.
There she saw Lance talking to the bartender about something. The bartender points to a small little office overseeing the dance floor, its windows where made of the same glass police use in interrogation rooms.
"Come, I know where the factory is now."
Seras followed Lance up the steps to the office. There they where greeted by a slick greasy haired man surrounded by four large freak bodyguards.
"Now you might you be?" the devil man smiled.
"I'm here about the chip." Lance said strait forward.
"Go on." The greasy owner said with much interest.
"You see here man. My girl here," Seras quickly glanced at lance. "Is a vampire, and I wish to become one myself."
"Really?" he shot a sly smile to Seras.
"Okay, but first you must do something for me."
"Anything."
"A low me a few minutes with your girlfriend, and I will give you what you wish."
"Done." Lance said feeling like he was dealing with the devil. Before she left his side lance slipped Seras his sliver combat knife, and whispered in her ear. "Stab him, I'll deal with these four."
"Come my dear, I won't bite."
Moments pasted, and then a high-pitched vampiric scream came from behind the door. Lance then quickly transformed and disposed of the four freaks in a matter of seconds.
Seras walked out the room with a glare on her face. "What the hell where you thinking sending me alone there like that!"
"Uh."
"And, what with that girlfriend talk! I sure hope you don't blindly let your girlfriends go off with vampires by themselves do you?!"
Lance ignored the venting vampire, and pulled the fire alarm. Hundreds of people started screaming as they ran for the nearest exit.
Flipping open his cell phone, Lance dialed Walter, "The club has been emptied, and the Vampire silenced. You may proceed with demolition of the factory now.'
Seras could hear Walter say. "Demolition crews are on their way as we speak."
"Our job is done."
Seras calmed down and spoke, "Lance..."
"Yes, Seras?"
"Thanks."
"For?"
"Letting me feel alive again. Even if it was for a brief flickering moment."
**
Alucard smiled. "The boy is more useful then I first imagined, I must test him. And, see if he deserves to be called a Tashan."
Flickering
Seras knocked loudly on Lance's door. "Lance, wake up! Sir Integral wishes to speak with us both. Lance..." She opened the door only to find the werewolf dressing himself in his Hellsing uniform.
"I'll be right up." He said pulling on his shirt.
**
Lance stepped into Integral's office only to be scolded, by her immediately.
"You're late." She began, "Sit down and take a seat. I have some things to talk to the pair of you about."
Lance sat down next to Seras in front of Miss Hellsing's desk.
"Now first off, Seras, I have to applaud you on your swift take down of the freak on Lexington Street last night."
"Thank you Sir Integral." Seras said accepting the out of the blue complement.
"Now, Mr. Tashan, you failed to protect all the soldiers under your command. The letter to Private Kyle T. Allison's family was just sent out this morning, telling them of his death. I had expected more of you." She stated coldly.
Lance looked at the near edge of the desk, and decided it was best not to say anything. *I'm on everybody's shitlist an't I? It wasn't my fault he courageously jumped on that grenade to save everyone else. *
"Now, our intelligence agency has found a freak chip processing plant in a night club near Hamilton way. And, you two will eliminate the problem. That understood?"
"Yes Sir Integral." Seras quickly said.
"Yes Ma'am." Lance saluted her and left the room.
"Seras."
"Yes Sir Integral?"
"Keep an eye on the boy. I don't want him killing innocent people while he wears the Hellsing coat of arms on his chest."
Seras nodded and left the room. When she shut the door Lance was leaning against the wall.
Lance sighed as he spoke. "I don't kill innocent people. Nor do I go on insane killing rampages."
Seras looked at him in the eye. "I sure hope not, I'm not nearly as strong as my master."
The boy chuckled a bit. "Yeah well in truth, yer a lot stronger then me."
"What do you mean?"
"Vampires can summon demons to their side that aid in battle. Us werewolves don't have the strength to summon demons to our side. So we fight tooth and nail, until we die."
"I can't summon any demons to my side."
"Eh?"
"I can't control the same black magic that mast does."
Lance raised an eyebrow. "How long have you been a vampire anyways?"
"In a month two years."
"Hmm. Here I thought it was longer." He grinned at her. "Well do you really expect to go to a party wearying that?"
She looked at him confused for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"That military uniform has it purposes, but going into a night club, its gonna blow the whole mission. And, I don't think I can do this by myself."
"What do you expect me to wear then?"
He gave her a sly look. "Just think, jeans and black." He walked down stairs and towards his room.
A few minutes later lance strode out of his room wearing saggy blue jeans, a wallet chain, a red American football jersey, with a black backwards cap. He knocked on Seras' door.
"You ready yet?"
"Just a moment." She said just before open her own door.
The wolf looked at her in her black jeans, white T-shirt, and silk black choker.
"Good, lets go then."
**
The noises where loud and many. People danced under the multicolored lights. Talked over by the bar. And kissed in the lounges.
"Wow this place is sure is bright and noise." Seras said barely being heard over the loud techno music.
"Yeah, an't it great." Lance laughed. "Hear go out on the dance floor and see if you can spot any freaks among the dancers."
Seras gave him a quick nod as she wondered over on the dance floor. She began to dance hypnotically among the crowds of people. * I never felt so alive. * She thought.
Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She wasn't alive. No she was dead. Even worse she was undead. That short rush of life faded quickly, but the thought of it festered in her mind. Leaving her with thoughts of all the deaths she will soon come too see before she meets death herself. Seras then slowly walked over to the bar.
There she saw Lance talking to the bartender about something. The bartender points to a small little office overseeing the dance floor, its windows where made of the same glass police use in interrogation rooms.
"Come, I know where the factory is now."
Seras followed Lance up the steps to the office. There they where greeted by a slick greasy haired man surrounded by four large freak bodyguards.
"Now you might you be?" the devil man smiled.
"I'm here about the chip." Lance said strait forward.
"Go on." The greasy owner said with much interest.
"You see here man. My girl here," Seras quickly glanced at lance. "Is a vampire, and I wish to become one myself."
"Really?" he shot a sly smile to Seras.
"Okay, but first you must do something for me."
"Anything."
"A low me a few minutes with your girlfriend, and I will give you what you wish."
"Done." Lance said feeling like he was dealing with the devil. Before she left his side lance slipped Seras his sliver combat knife, and whispered in her ear. "Stab him, I'll deal with these four."
"Come my dear, I won't bite."
Moments pasted, and then a high-pitched vampiric scream came from behind the door. Lance then quickly transformed and disposed of the four freaks in a matter of seconds.
Seras walked out the room with a glare on her face. "What the hell where you thinking sending me alone there like that!"
"Uh."
"And, what with that girlfriend talk! I sure hope you don't blindly let your girlfriends go off with vampires by themselves do you?!"
Lance ignored the venting vampire, and pulled the fire alarm. Hundreds of people started screaming as they ran for the nearest exit.
Flipping open his cell phone, Lance dialed Walter, "The club has been emptied, and the Vampire silenced. You may proceed with demolition of the factory now.'
Seras could hear Walter say. "Demolition crews are on their way as we speak."
"Our job is done."
Seras calmed down and spoke, "Lance..."
"Yes, Seras?"
"Thanks."
"For?"
"Letting me feel alive again. Even if it was for a brief flickering moment."
**
Alucard smiled. "The boy is more useful then I first imagined, I must test him. And, see if he deserves to be called a Tashan."