Curse of Sins
Chapter: 2
Noisy Days
Next chapter up. I know the first bit of the story might come off some what slow but don't worry it will get interesting soon enough.
The sun rose in the London mists as the day began for the masses of the city. At about the same time a large white van pulled up to the cast iron gates of the Hellsing mansion. The driver parked the vehicle and got out to unlock the gate. As he approached he notice the padlock dangling from the chain wrapped around the gate. The man grumbled and remarked about, "Damn teenagers."
The man got back in the van, after opening the gates, and drove to the front of the mansion. The man then got out of the van and walked to the sliding door on the other side. He opened the door and shouted, "Come on get a move on time is money!"
At that a team of cleaners jumped out of the back and went to cleaning the mansion before it opened for business that day. It was true that no one other than government officials knew of Hellsing, but that didn't keep rumors from spreading about Integra and her crew. Many thought that she was a mad women that had an unnerving interest in the occult. This was the idea when a man named Andrew Martin; a well to do business man, bought the place. He had spent a decent bit of money in keeping the mansion up and hoped to make a profit by turning into a tourist attraction. The business had done alright but never did as well as he wished it would. Even after the heightened rumors about the last Hellsing being really into the occult. Nothing boosted visitors until there were ghost sightings. Many locals of London had reported odd occurrences in the mansion ever since the death of Sir Integra. At first it was lights on in the middle of the night. Then there were a few reports of odd sounds coming from the home. The thing that brought the flood of ghost hunters and eager tourist to the house was the report of a ghostly woman on the grounds. "I hope she continues to show," Andrew said out loud as he placed a single rose on the banister of the main stairs.
Andrew didn't consider himself a superstitious man but he thought that a rose for their ghostly woman wouldn't hurt. At first he thought that the apparition was that of the late Integra Hellsing herself. But, after a few more reports, it was found that this ghost didn't resemble her in the least. Most locals that caught a glimpse of her claimed she was a small framed woman with short strawberry-blonde hair. The most interesting thing about the reports were that they all remember for sure that she had dark crimson eyes that seemed so unnatural. Andrew had wondered what it would be like to actually meet this ghost but he had other things he had to do. "I suppose the roses will have to do," he said to himself as he went to inspect the rest of the home.
As Andrew walked through the house he saw the different teams of employees working hard to get the place ready for the days business. Some working on cleaning the whole of the mansion where the tour would head. Others getting ready to be the tour guides for the day by practicing what they would be saying as they went along. He smiled at seeing them working so hard. It was about this moment he past the stairway into the lower parts of the mansion. All the staff; Andrew included, felt an overwhelming energy whenever they got near the basement. They didn't like temping fate but it was the best part of the tour. "Mainly because of that room with the coffin and that weird room that's locked with the symbols on the door," Andrew said as he walked on to check other things and to get away from the feeling of darkness that came with those stairs.
Seras cracked an eye as her vampiric senses took in all the noise on the upper floors. 'Bloody hell I go through this almost everyday. I mean I can only take some many night on only a few hours sleep,' she thought grumpily as she turned on her stomach and pulled the pillow over her head.
Try as she might the pillow offered no refuge from the noise of the vacuums and carpet cleaners. As her anger started to rise she got a brainstorm, "Wait a minute...Master's room is lower than mine and it is made of reinforced concrete. Hopefully that can block out the noise," Seras said as she stepped through her coffin.
She entered her room and stretched as she awoke somewhat. She then reached behind her coffin and fished out the old purple sundress that she had worn to sleep many times before. She somewhat blushed as she thought, 'I know that master isn't waking up anytime soon, but it would feel so weird sleeping in his coffin almost totally nude.'
Seras shook her head to clear it of that thought and pulled the dress over her head. She was now clothed and was about to go to her master's room when she remembered something. "I almost forgot," she said as she reached back into the coffin and pulled out a knife in it's sheath.
Seras carefully handled the combat knife as she began to walk towards Alucard's room. She remember that after running out of ammo some many times she finally asked Walter to get her a melee weapon as well. Did Walter ever come through on her request. No more than a day later she was the proud owner of a new silver combat knife that had also been blessed by the priest at Westminster Abbey. Seras sighed as she passed through the last wall with a little difficultly because of the still lingering effects of the binding spell on her master's door. After a moment of concentration she floated into the room and landed lightly on the floor. She looked around in the darkness until her eyes fell on what she could make out as her master's sleeping form. He was leaned against the wall and slightly slumped over in his slumber. His midnight black hair had turned to white from years of sleep without nourishment. Seras sighed as she looked at him for a moment before saying, "Good day master," before slipping into his empty coffin with the knife finding a hiding place under the pillow.
The tour guides sighed a moment of relief as quitting time came about and they could lock up for the night. As the lock up team was finishing the pulled a gate across the entrance to the basement so that no one that got in would fall down there. The team then shut the main doors and locked them before going home as their day ended.
Seras' eyes opened as her body told her that the sun had gone down and it was time to awake. It was at this time that she noticed a feeling of darkness in the room. It was an odd feeling to say the least. It kind of felt like the aura Alucard put off, but there was something different about this aura. Seras reached under her pillow and unsheathed the combat knife before poking her head out of the coffin top. As her eyes crested the top of the coffin her eyes where assaulted by the light of a candle that sat on the table. After her eyes adjusted she saw a figure standing in from of her master's body. He was about five foot ten or so with totally white hair falling down to the middle of his back. He wore a black leather trench coat and combat boots, but the crowning piece of his outfit was the katana strapped on his hip. Seras' eyes widened as he inched closer to Alucard's body. Suddenly it seemed like her blood was alive as the instinct to protect her home and master came into her mind. She stood and shouted, "Leave him alone and get out," before leaping towards the man.
The man turned surprised at the voice from the opposite end of the room. He saw Seras coming at him and he crouched in a draw stance as he prepared. As Seras began to descend from her leap he stepped forward and drew his blade at a blinding speed. Seras saw the movement of the blade thanks to her vampiric eyes and tried to dodge as best she could. As she tried to dodge the blade; that was meant to slice off her head, dug into her right shoulder blade. Instead of continuing on a straight path she used the force of the cut to spin to the right and stab the man in the waist. "Looks like I got my own lick in," Seras said smugly as she backed away from the man.
The man repositioned himself and was about to make another move when the wound Seras had caused began to seep this black gas. The man hissed in a light tenor before saying, "You'll pay for that blessed knife," before charging at Seras.
Seras saw the move coming and ducked under the sword swing as it just barely missed her head. Seras was turning to face her opponent when a boot hit her right in the face. She went flying back into the wall to come to a complete stop on the floor. She hadn't thought or seen the spin kick he used coming. She sat up as she began to bleed from the face as well. "You have more skill than I thought," Seras remarked as a part of her sang because this would be a challenge.
The man sheathed his sword and hissed, "Another time," before becoming pure black mist and escaping under the door.
Part of Seras wanted to continue after him but another part remind her she was injured and needed her nightly meal. She was about to stand up when she felt something snake around her waist and something warm glide over the cut on her shoulder. She quickly turned her head to her right side to see two red eyes looking directly at her with hunger shining in them.
A/N: I know I'm evil for hanging it there but there is more to come.
Disclaimer: Any characters or ideas from Hellsing do not belong to me. I am not selling this material, just writing for the heck of it as I go.
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