Chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiifuuuuuuuuuuuu! I may have been watching too
much Gravitation. Hang on, is there such a thing as too much Gravitation?
Meh. Anyways, after an irritating case of writers block, and an incessant
stream of homework from evil maths and physics teachers, I return, to bring
you further news of Pug!
I do not own Hellsing, but I do own Pug! He's mine I tell you, mine! And he's so cute! (In case you haven't noticed, I have a real problem with the definition of cute!)
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Alucard was fuming, with himself as much as anything. Why hadn't he just phased himself out of that bin, instead of having to hang around for an ignorant gargoyle to pull him out, and missing all the fun to boot? He growled to himself, gaining a slightly smug grin from Seras. He wasn't so sure he liked this new slightly more confident Seras. He tried to convince himself that he preferred the meek and docile Seras that hung on his every word.
Seras was chatting inanely to the deformed thing that had followed them throughout the town as they searched for any remaining trace of the freaks, and Alucard hunted desperately for some action. After a good couple of hours the sun began to rise.
"Er master..." Seras began timidly.
"What?" his voice was an angry rumble.
"I don't think we're going to find any more freaks tonight." This statement did nothing to improve Alucard's temper.
"No." He would have ground his teeth, but fangs kinda get in the way. "I'm going to report in."
"What about Pug?" Seras asked.
"What about him?"
"We can't just leave him here."
"Hey, I am here you know!" Pug piped up indignantly, "and I don't need your sympat, syta, pity. I can look out for myself." He proceeded to walk out in front of a car.
Seras had raced over the road, and removed him from the path of the oncoming vehicle before Alucard could even try to stop her. She looked at the small gargoyle who was now fidgeting uncomfortably in her arms. "Sure you can." She said sarcastically. She shot Alucard her best puppy dog eyes look, and even from across the street he saw it with unnatural clarity.
He sighed. "Fine. But he's your responsibility."
Seras nodded eagerly, and hurriedly rejoined her master, never letting go of the squirming gargoyle she carried.
Walter was on a mad cleaning spree. The mansion had not been this spotless since, well, since the last time Integra had been away for a long time. He hummed cheerfully as he brandished a pink feather duster with alarming ferocity. You could practically hear him thinking, "Be gone dust, you have no business here!" He was scouring everywhere. When Sir Integra returned from her trip to the Vatican, he knew she would be in a bad mood, and would require his undivided attention. That was why he was hell bent on having the place perfect on her arrival. She would be there shortly, and the vampires had conveniently left on a mission. It was a perfect opportunity, vampires can be so messy...
He was pausing marginally, maybe to check if he had missed a bit, when the door burst open. An extremely moody Alucard tromped in, dripping spots of disgusting smelling liquid, followed by a relatively clean Seras, and what appeared to be some sort of mobile dirty garden ornament that was trailing a rather muddy length of something. As Alucard disappeared into the shadows of the deep hallway Seras smiled slightly. "Don't even ask." She advised. She grasped the ornament by a limb, of sorts, and followed Alucard. Walter stared at the mess they had left on the floor, sighed, and went to find a mop.
Later that afternoon, when everything was to Walter's satisfaction, his mistress arrived. "Of all the pig-headed, narrow minded, interfering, self inflated PRICKS! I can't believe they'd even suggest that our organisation would try something of that nature. I was dragged all the way to Italy for a scolding? What do they think I am? Just because I have a couple of vampires on staff..." She made an indescribable noise that rang through out the house.
Walter hurried out of his room, somehow maintaining a calm air. "Would you care for some tea?"
Integra massaged the bridge of her nose where her glasses pinched, and screwed up her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them her voice took on its usual icy tone. "Thank you Walter, that would be excellent. And perhaps something for my head?"
Walter raised an eyebrow, but left without comment. Something must really be plaguing Integra if she actually volunteered herself for medication. He returned with an elegant tray, and carried it to the cool office Integra had retreated to.
Integra downed the two white pills with a grimace, and sipped at her tea carefully. She laid down the cup, and paced her room. Walter knew better than to ask. He knew when Integra was seething. She took a breath, about to say something, shook her head and resumed pacing. Finally she said, "Walter, what do we know about these renegade attacks on vampires?"
"Not a lot, Sir Integra, only that they are most common in the north, but they are infrequent at best, and have no pattern."
"Their methods?"
"Are questionable. So far we have estimated over twenty unnecessary deaths. We don't know how the vampires are killed, there has never been any evidence of weapons."
"But there has always been plenty of explosive evidence."
"Yes Sir, that might account for why we have so little else to go on."
Integra sat down, and leaned back into her chair, automatically searching for her cigars. "Hmm." She murmured softly as she lit one.
"I want to find out more about them. I do not want to have to answer to the Vatican ever again. They shouldn't involve themselves in our affairs anyway..." She broke off, her eyes telling that she was giving them a damn good slating in her own head. "How have affairs been over here anyway?"
"Relatively quiet, you'll be pleased to hear. There was a small spot of freak activity last night, but nothing on the scale that we have seen."
"I don't like quiet." Integra muttered, her eyes narrowing. "Round here it tends to mean the quiet before the storm."
Seras had sat up for most of the day in her room. She had plopped herself down on her coffin, and flung off her boots. Her feet never ached at the end of a day anymore, but old habits were hard to break. Pug had copied her, diving onto the coffin. It had held for a split second before a tremendous crack, and the wood sagged into two. Pug landed with a bump on the splinters of wood on the floor, and Seras, struggling wildly, entangled herself in the token blanket, and landed on top of the crestfallen gargoyle. He looked completely miserable, until she had started laughing. She had got to know Pug pretty well, and had told him a lot of stories about herself and Alucard. Mainly about Alucard. By the time she had finished, Pug was convinced Alucard was some sort of hero, despite being a vampire. Seras had explained away his foul temper using her own variation on psychoanalysis babble, "he's lonely, he's misunderstood, he hasn't had a whole lot of interaction, so he builds up walls," you know the sort. Pug had drank in her information, and was determined that he needed to apologise for the bin incident.
As the sun set, Integra looked forward to a little chat with Alucard. True he didn't have the reasoning of Walter, but he could be incredibly perceptive, and she was sure he'd like an opportunity to get out of the mansion for a bit... Alucard moved to his master's room at her will. She explained her mission to him, "It's simple, I want information on this new organisation." "And intelligence can't do this because..." "Because I asked you to do it." There was an angry note of finality in that voice. Alucard decided not to press his luck. "As you wish, master." He turned to go, thinking that he would leave the normal way for a change. He opened the door... "ALUCARD!" A large grey boulder hurtled down the hall and bounded into Alucard's middle. (GLOMP!) He collapsed onto the floor, and Integra followed him out of the door anxiously, "What the...?" She goggled at the sight that met her eyes. Alucard, the great, dignified vampire Alucard, was being pinned to the floor by the most hideous creation she had ever seen. It's over long arms were wrapped firmly around his waist, and Alucard was struggling, without much success, to escape their tight grasp. She bit back a giggle. "I don't believe you've introduced me to your friend." She said as expressionlessly as she could manage. Alucard gave her a vitriolic glare. "Pug!" A female voice shouted down the halls. "Pu-ug! Where are you?" "Pug?" Integra glanced at the lump of rock that was now bouncing on a particularly painful region of Arucard's anatomy. He winced at its every movement. Pug was grinning gleefully. "I...came...to...say...I'm...sorry." He said in his childlike voice, pausing for breath with each bounce. "GET OFF ME THEN!" He shouted angrily. Pug chuckled darkly, and slid off the vampire, just as Seras rounded the corner. "There you are." She said happily. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT AYTHING TO DO WITH THAT!" Alucard screamed at Seras. Pug's happy face vanished, and his bottom lip trembled slightly. Integra gave Alucard a nasty look. "Don't shout at him, he only came to apologise." Alucard glared at his master, willing her to not get involved. "I think you should apologise to him now." She continued. That was really cruel. She added in his mind. Even Seras looked disapproving. "Fine." He snarled. "I'm really sorry." Pug failed to see the sarcasm in the vampire's voice, and smiled happily. "That's okay." He grinned, and without warning launched himself onto Alucard's face. (MORE GLOMPAGE!) Alucard staggered under the weight, but somehow kept himself upright. Seras came to his rescue, and removed the gargoyle from Alucard's head. Integra had kept a blank face during the proceedings, but now she smiled the rock in Seras' arms. "Would you like to come and have some cocoa with me on the terrace?" When he nodded emphatically Integra extended the invitation to Seras, and with a parting glare to Alucard, she stalked away, leaving Alucard in no uncertain terms that she was disgusted with him.
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Well there you are, another chappy done. I apologise if it doesn't quite make sense, it's way late, and I don't have a great command on grammar or spelling, or sentence structure at the best of times. And now, despite it being the wee hours of the morning, I guess I'd better make a start on my maths homework. I could just not turn up tomorrow, but then I won't be able to get this uploaded. (I don't have the internet at home, I've got to do it at college. Just another sign of my technophobia *sighs*) Anyway, read and review, I want to know who's read it, and what they think. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames aren't exactly, but I guess they're accepted too. And yes, I am fully intending this to have an actual plot line at some point (I even know what it's gonna be!). BIG thanks have to go to Anime the Fallen Angel, ShadowYami, and Emerald Fire (all hail!) as it was down to them that I got interested in anime in the first place, and without the help of Anime the Fallen Angel, this fic would never have materialised (and even if it had, I couldn't get it on the net, just one of the drawbacks of being the worlds biggest technophobe). Oops, rambling. See you all next chapter, if I haven't scared you off by then!
I do not own Hellsing, but I do own Pug! He's mine I tell you, mine! And he's so cute! (In case you haven't noticed, I have a real problem with the definition of cute!)
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Alucard was fuming, with himself as much as anything. Why hadn't he just phased himself out of that bin, instead of having to hang around for an ignorant gargoyle to pull him out, and missing all the fun to boot? He growled to himself, gaining a slightly smug grin from Seras. He wasn't so sure he liked this new slightly more confident Seras. He tried to convince himself that he preferred the meek and docile Seras that hung on his every word.
Seras was chatting inanely to the deformed thing that had followed them throughout the town as they searched for any remaining trace of the freaks, and Alucard hunted desperately for some action. After a good couple of hours the sun began to rise.
"Er master..." Seras began timidly.
"What?" his voice was an angry rumble.
"I don't think we're going to find any more freaks tonight." This statement did nothing to improve Alucard's temper.
"No." He would have ground his teeth, but fangs kinda get in the way. "I'm going to report in."
"What about Pug?" Seras asked.
"What about him?"
"We can't just leave him here."
"Hey, I am here you know!" Pug piped up indignantly, "and I don't need your sympat, syta, pity. I can look out for myself." He proceeded to walk out in front of a car.
Seras had raced over the road, and removed him from the path of the oncoming vehicle before Alucard could even try to stop her. She looked at the small gargoyle who was now fidgeting uncomfortably in her arms. "Sure you can." She said sarcastically. She shot Alucard her best puppy dog eyes look, and even from across the street he saw it with unnatural clarity.
He sighed. "Fine. But he's your responsibility."
Seras nodded eagerly, and hurriedly rejoined her master, never letting go of the squirming gargoyle she carried.
Walter was on a mad cleaning spree. The mansion had not been this spotless since, well, since the last time Integra had been away for a long time. He hummed cheerfully as he brandished a pink feather duster with alarming ferocity. You could practically hear him thinking, "Be gone dust, you have no business here!" He was scouring everywhere. When Sir Integra returned from her trip to the Vatican, he knew she would be in a bad mood, and would require his undivided attention. That was why he was hell bent on having the place perfect on her arrival. She would be there shortly, and the vampires had conveniently left on a mission. It was a perfect opportunity, vampires can be so messy...
He was pausing marginally, maybe to check if he had missed a bit, when the door burst open. An extremely moody Alucard tromped in, dripping spots of disgusting smelling liquid, followed by a relatively clean Seras, and what appeared to be some sort of mobile dirty garden ornament that was trailing a rather muddy length of something. As Alucard disappeared into the shadows of the deep hallway Seras smiled slightly. "Don't even ask." She advised. She grasped the ornament by a limb, of sorts, and followed Alucard. Walter stared at the mess they had left on the floor, sighed, and went to find a mop.
Later that afternoon, when everything was to Walter's satisfaction, his mistress arrived. "Of all the pig-headed, narrow minded, interfering, self inflated PRICKS! I can't believe they'd even suggest that our organisation would try something of that nature. I was dragged all the way to Italy for a scolding? What do they think I am? Just because I have a couple of vampires on staff..." She made an indescribable noise that rang through out the house.
Walter hurried out of his room, somehow maintaining a calm air. "Would you care for some tea?"
Integra massaged the bridge of her nose where her glasses pinched, and screwed up her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them her voice took on its usual icy tone. "Thank you Walter, that would be excellent. And perhaps something for my head?"
Walter raised an eyebrow, but left without comment. Something must really be plaguing Integra if she actually volunteered herself for medication. He returned with an elegant tray, and carried it to the cool office Integra had retreated to.
Integra downed the two white pills with a grimace, and sipped at her tea carefully. She laid down the cup, and paced her room. Walter knew better than to ask. He knew when Integra was seething. She took a breath, about to say something, shook her head and resumed pacing. Finally she said, "Walter, what do we know about these renegade attacks on vampires?"
"Not a lot, Sir Integra, only that they are most common in the north, but they are infrequent at best, and have no pattern."
"Their methods?"
"Are questionable. So far we have estimated over twenty unnecessary deaths. We don't know how the vampires are killed, there has never been any evidence of weapons."
"But there has always been plenty of explosive evidence."
"Yes Sir, that might account for why we have so little else to go on."
Integra sat down, and leaned back into her chair, automatically searching for her cigars. "Hmm." She murmured softly as she lit one.
"I want to find out more about them. I do not want to have to answer to the Vatican ever again. They shouldn't involve themselves in our affairs anyway..." She broke off, her eyes telling that she was giving them a damn good slating in her own head. "How have affairs been over here anyway?"
"Relatively quiet, you'll be pleased to hear. There was a small spot of freak activity last night, but nothing on the scale that we have seen."
"I don't like quiet." Integra muttered, her eyes narrowing. "Round here it tends to mean the quiet before the storm."
Seras had sat up for most of the day in her room. She had plopped herself down on her coffin, and flung off her boots. Her feet never ached at the end of a day anymore, but old habits were hard to break. Pug had copied her, diving onto the coffin. It had held for a split second before a tremendous crack, and the wood sagged into two. Pug landed with a bump on the splinters of wood on the floor, and Seras, struggling wildly, entangled herself in the token blanket, and landed on top of the crestfallen gargoyle. He looked completely miserable, until she had started laughing. She had got to know Pug pretty well, and had told him a lot of stories about herself and Alucard. Mainly about Alucard. By the time she had finished, Pug was convinced Alucard was some sort of hero, despite being a vampire. Seras had explained away his foul temper using her own variation on psychoanalysis babble, "he's lonely, he's misunderstood, he hasn't had a whole lot of interaction, so he builds up walls," you know the sort. Pug had drank in her information, and was determined that he needed to apologise for the bin incident.
As the sun set, Integra looked forward to a little chat with Alucard. True he didn't have the reasoning of Walter, but he could be incredibly perceptive, and she was sure he'd like an opportunity to get out of the mansion for a bit... Alucard moved to his master's room at her will. She explained her mission to him, "It's simple, I want information on this new organisation." "And intelligence can't do this because..." "Because I asked you to do it." There was an angry note of finality in that voice. Alucard decided not to press his luck. "As you wish, master." He turned to go, thinking that he would leave the normal way for a change. He opened the door... "ALUCARD!" A large grey boulder hurtled down the hall and bounded into Alucard's middle. (GLOMP!) He collapsed onto the floor, and Integra followed him out of the door anxiously, "What the...?" She goggled at the sight that met her eyes. Alucard, the great, dignified vampire Alucard, was being pinned to the floor by the most hideous creation she had ever seen. It's over long arms were wrapped firmly around his waist, and Alucard was struggling, without much success, to escape their tight grasp. She bit back a giggle. "I don't believe you've introduced me to your friend." She said as expressionlessly as she could manage. Alucard gave her a vitriolic glare. "Pug!" A female voice shouted down the halls. "Pu-ug! Where are you?" "Pug?" Integra glanced at the lump of rock that was now bouncing on a particularly painful region of Arucard's anatomy. He winced at its every movement. Pug was grinning gleefully. "I...came...to...say...I'm...sorry." He said in his childlike voice, pausing for breath with each bounce. "GET OFF ME THEN!" He shouted angrily. Pug chuckled darkly, and slid off the vampire, just as Seras rounded the corner. "There you are." She said happily. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT AYTHING TO DO WITH THAT!" Alucard screamed at Seras. Pug's happy face vanished, and his bottom lip trembled slightly. Integra gave Alucard a nasty look. "Don't shout at him, he only came to apologise." Alucard glared at his master, willing her to not get involved. "I think you should apologise to him now." She continued. That was really cruel. She added in his mind. Even Seras looked disapproving. "Fine." He snarled. "I'm really sorry." Pug failed to see the sarcasm in the vampire's voice, and smiled happily. "That's okay." He grinned, and without warning launched himself onto Alucard's face. (MORE GLOMPAGE!) Alucard staggered under the weight, but somehow kept himself upright. Seras came to his rescue, and removed the gargoyle from Alucard's head. Integra had kept a blank face during the proceedings, but now she smiled the rock in Seras' arms. "Would you like to come and have some cocoa with me on the terrace?" When he nodded emphatically Integra extended the invitation to Seras, and with a parting glare to Alucard, she stalked away, leaving Alucard in no uncertain terms that she was disgusted with him.
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Well there you are, another chappy done. I apologise if it doesn't quite make sense, it's way late, and I don't have a great command on grammar or spelling, or sentence structure at the best of times. And now, despite it being the wee hours of the morning, I guess I'd better make a start on my maths homework. I could just not turn up tomorrow, but then I won't be able to get this uploaded. (I don't have the internet at home, I've got to do it at college. Just another sign of my technophobia *sighs*) Anyway, read and review, I want to know who's read it, and what they think. Constructive criticism is welcome, flames aren't exactly, but I guess they're accepted too. And yes, I am fully intending this to have an actual plot line at some point (I even know what it's gonna be!). BIG thanks have to go to Anime the Fallen Angel, ShadowYami, and Emerald Fire (all hail!) as it was down to them that I got interested in anime in the first place, and without the help of Anime the Fallen Angel, this fic would never have materialised (and even if it had, I couldn't get it on the net, just one of the drawbacks of being the worlds biggest technophobe). Oops, rambling. See you all next chapter, if I haven't scared you off by then!