Chapter 5

            In the meantime, Seras, in her day light out fit with the black shirt, gray pants, a little vest, and the French styled hat, was on the move. She was running fast, away from the castle, and not stopping.

            Seras was thinking the whole time, not noticing what was around her, or that she did not have her favorite halocannon. Her eyes were in a gaze ever onwards, deep red in color, and her complexion pale. In her breast pocket was a letter, new ink and all, it was addressed to her and concerned one of the few things that she still held dear, besides her work, her father. Seras father had died in the line of fire, or so she was told, but the letter she has tells her differently...

            "….How could my father still be alive?….Leaving me like that, and yet I still miss him.." Her mind was wandering so much that she almost ran into a tree, pulling out at the last minuet and tripping over a small root instead, as she is trying to hide by way of the forest.

            "That…that….grr…stupid branch…." She picked herself up lazily, it took her awhile to brush all the dirt and such off her clothes. This only made her angrier.

            She shouted in frustration, "There has got to be a better way...!" She gritted her teeth and leaned against one of the trees, folding her hands over her face. "This is hopeless, utterly hopeless." She shook her head back and forth a little. Her hands were trying to steady her from completely flipping out.

            Even as Seras stood there, her mind still reverted to her father. Why, dad? You were everything to me, I cried for days, and swore to make our name look good in the police force. Look at me now! An undead who will never carry out the line, thinking you to be gone, and for what? What is the reason behind this madness? Tears gently rolled down her cheeks as one last thing came into her mind. I saw you dead…how can you have lived? She broke down right there, slide down the tree towards the ground. These same thoughts have been replaying over in her mind for two days and nights now, hiding in the trees during the day.

            Just when she thought it was over, her mission failed, she looked up, as she heard a new voice in her head. It was not her own, or her master Alucard's, but someone else. She did not know who, but at the time, the words were comfort to her. Words of power and ideas, and mainly the one idea that helped her the most, flight. That's it, I could fly…If Master Alucard has taught me anything, I'm glade he taught me that. She called out to the mysterious voice, but as soon as it occurred, it disappeared. It was a voice that she thought she has heard, maybe in a dream, but a face unseen. Anyways, she did not care whose it was, as it did help.

            Seras looked up; the moon was starting to arch, but still full, and still there. Her view was somewhat obscured by the tree over her head, but that was another thing. Then it dawned on her. The tree! Its branches reach far, I could get a good start from up there. Following her instincts, Seras climbed her way from branch to branch. She had trouble starting off as she was fairly short, and the branches fairly long. It took her two minuets to jump far enough off the ground to grab a hold of the branch and climb fully onto it.

            This is when Seras started to have doubts. Maybe this isn't such a good idea. The lump in her throat moved up and down as she gulped in air, though, she does not need it, more out of habit. Wait, my master can fly too…Then she hung her head a little. I bet he doesn't even notice I am gone; it will take him a week to figure that I am no longer there, and then it will be told to him by his master. She put emphasis on the last part about his master; she despised his Master Integra Hellsing as she was wanted to kick her out of the organization. She's only jealous. Alucard gave me this choice, not her, and now she thinks that this is my fault, that I made Alucard turn me into this.....this being. Thinking that I am taking him from her house…she is…grr…too controlling and idealistic about things…

            Seras now was on the tippy top of the tree, the up most branches on it. She tried to stand, having some trouble balancing as she was weak and had not eaten anything for awhile. It took her two moments to steady, as the wind was blowing nicely, as if to try and knock her down. She smiled slightly, the wind still felt good running through her hair, and the site from there, even at night, was a pleasant site. As she had learned from her master how to fly, this would be easy work, as the wind was a nice northeasterly type.

            "All rightly then, let's get going." She said to herself, with a fang poking out from her grinning mouth. Seras pushed hard with her feet off the branches and stretched out her arms widely to stabilize her level. She gained air quickly, and just started to descend a little when her arms balanced her, looking like an air plane, the wind rushing against her hair, shifting the little black hat.

             "Ahh, much better, I will be there in no time…now if only I can maintain this." As she heard her stomach rumble, she knew she was in for a trial of will.

Hiya Fanfiction pales, I have no clue where this story is going, but it sure will be interesting. I just wanted to say that there is always more to come, but it may take me a little while as I am also working on the rpg fanfiction story of hellsing that some of you may know…mwh ha ha…thanks for reading and tell me what you think…^_^