BEST SERVED COLD
A/N: An AU. For once upon a time, Seras' parents should have been murdered and shortly after, dear Uncle Richard should have died.
However, one light stroke of fate (or a few keys on a keyboard) changed all that. Like a pebble being tossed into an otherwise peaceful lake, certain things have a way of altering lives.
For now Integra shall be hunted as she is the hunter. And Seras will find being lady Hellsing is not that as it is cracked out to be.
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Chapter One
He
frowned as he took a long sip of whisky. He did not know for how long
he had been sitting there in the dark, staring at the gun in his hand
in confusion. He was supposed to have pulled the trigger tonight. The
plan was simple. It should not have gone wrong. A bullet for the wife
tonight and one for the hysterical husband when he returned from work
tomorrow to find her grisly corpse, and Richard would have been done
with the whole affair.
He berated himself as he considered
his next move. This was the second mistake he had made on this job.
He had no real quarrel with the policeman or his wife but the man had
seen him that day and Richard would be finished if he was ever found
out.
Things had taken a very urgent turn. More so when a very
close friend in the forces had found out that Officer Victoria had
undertaken investigations as to Richard's identity. Although it was
on the Crown's orders that he had undertaken the mission to
assassinate prime minister, Richard very much doubted that he would
be believed or that this would make a valid defence in court.
He
bit his lip nervously. Perhaps it would be better he paid someone to
silence the troublesome officer. However, he did not wish to create
further witnesses. The potential aggravation to what was already a
massive scandal in the making was what convinced him in the first
place, that he should undertake clean up of the leakage
personally.
And he would have pulled the trigger if the moon
had not shone on her face before he had. In frustration, he cursed
his own deliberation. He had been a player since his school days but
how often does one meet one's first love again?
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It had been a week since their meeting. Far from sending her and her husband to their deaths, he had bedded her.
'Way to go Richard,' he said, berating himself as he rained kisses on his lover's breast. Here he was facing ruin and jail and his attention was fully focused on whether the woman he was shagging was enjoying this as much as he did.
"Richard," she purred slowly, damning the more logical part of his brain to hell.
He stroked her perspired brow. "Shh, I have to go. He'll be back soon."
The woman nodded understandingly as they both got up to dress. She planted a quick kiss on his lips as he turned to go.
"Richard?"
"Yes, Lorna?" he asked in concern. There was something she was not telling him. To be fair, there were lots of things he was not telling her but there was something bothering his fair maiden.
"Nothing," she mumbled. "I'll tell you the next time. Hurry before he comes back."
"We have to tell him at one point, Lorna. I want you to be with me. Leave him, you can take Seras with you."
Lorna smiled sadly. "I need more time."
"I'll be waiting for you."
She nodded in the darkness as he closed the door quietly behind him. She was so caught up in gazing at her lover's figure leaving from the front porch, she never did notice that her daughter had been watching them mutely from her room across the hallway.
TO BE CONTINUED