Author's Idle Ramblings: Remember flames result in me writing the next part like a retarded monkey, and your penname will be listed as the title or something to that effect.
Summary: God, I suck at these, but basically five years after episode 13 Seras takes a vacation to America and goes to a small town in Texas. However, she finds that America has even more vampire problems than England, and they don't take kindly to anyone with red eyes that only is seen at night. Except for one man, who's eyes radiate sadness, and pain.
Disclaimer: Screw all a ya!
Seras stepped into the small town bar sighing. God, if only these bloody American's were a bit more polite she thought.
"What'll ya have?" the bartender asked.
"Cheapest thing you have," she muttered forlornly pushing a few pounds toward him.
"I'm sorry, but we don't accept foreign money here," the bartender said pityingly.
"Give her the most expensive on me," a soft voice from behind said.
She turned and saw a tall, long haired, dirty blonde haired man in a black trench coat with a sad smile on his face looking back at her.
"You look like you've had a rough day, what brings you to the middle of nowhere?" he said in that soft voice of his.
"I was just taking a vacation from work and got a little lost," she replied sheepishly. He nodded and started staring at the table in front of him. Why does he have a box of tissues in front of him? Is he always like this or something? She looked back to the bartender who was watching her very carefully.
"So, what's a good-looking young lady like yourself doing out so late?" the bartender asked trying to be friendly.
"Uh, insomnia," she said hoping not to reveal the facts.
"I see, same thing that brings poor Chris here every night," he said gesturing to the man who had bought her drink for her, "Poor guy, hasn't ever been the same."
"Please, tell me more about him," she asked unable to hide her interest in this man's past.
"Well, it all started about three years ago, Chris there started what came to be known as a band-gang," the bartender said, "basically they were a band that carried out assassinations and the like. But after a while those activities slowly stopped because Chris met back up with the girl he had loved most of his life. She was a peaceful woman and she did her best to be kind and friendly to everyone, and in honor of her he did his best to stop the assassinations. About a year after the activities had stopped Chris went on a trip out of state with some old friends, and when he got back all of his band mates were found dead. The worst part of it for him was the fact that his girl was killed in the most brutal ways possible as well as mutilated. That was all poor Chris could take, he went insane for a long time and killed everyone involved in the murders. Then when he came back he realized how he was no better than the ones he had murdered and fell into depression. He's been like that ever since."
Seras stared at the glass of alcohol in front of her. How could anyone survive all of that, the poor fellow he really needs someone to look after him she thought sadly. Suddenly a thunk was heard behind her and she looked back to see the man had fallen asleep his face happy and peaceful.
"Well, now that Chris has fallen asleep I'm going to start closing up, if that's alright with you," the bartender stated tiredly.
"Sure, are you going to take him to his house or what?" Seras wondered aloud.
"Yeah, would you mind giving me a hand the guy isn't as light as he used to be," the bartender said attempting to awaken himself with humor. Seras smiled as she helped the bartender close up and carry the man to his house.
Seras stepped into Chris' house with more than a slight amount of curiosity, what she found was unlike anything she could have expected. Lining the walls were guitars of almost every sort acoustic and electric, bass and standard. Hanging on the wall was a picture of Chris and several people she didn't know, however she did notice the young woman cuddled into his chest with a slight pang of jealousy.
"So, do you just wanna make sure he sleeps well and has a friendly face around if he wakes up?" the bartender asked. Seras blushed and nodded, to which the bartender smiled knowingly as he walked out.
Soon after he left, Seras began to look at the numerous guitars and basses. She noticed a layer of dust on all of them except for a single acoustic guitar, which sat in its stand. Curious, she reached out and strummed it, awed at it's beautiful sound.
"It's out of tune, poor Phillip would roll in his grave," a soft voice from behind said. Seras turned startled and looked into Chris' smiling eyes. He reached and pulled the guitar up and began a quick process of tuning it. Then he strummed it and began a melancholy tune, that was unlike anything Seras had ever heard before, she noticed that while playing this he had his eyes closed and was easily better than anyone she had ever heard before.
"So, just wanted to check up on me, eh?" his soft voice rang out over the beautiful guitar's sounds. She smiled sweetly and nodded. Suddenly he stopped playing and let a tear pass out of his right eye.
"Uh, can you tell me who all those people are?" Seras said, pointing to the picture in an attempt to cheer him up. He followed her hand and smiled sadly.
"That is Phillip, he was easily one of the best guitarists of all time, and also a very kind and peaceful man," he said, pointing to a sandy haired man, "And that is Jeremy and his wife who actually both were good guitarists, Jeremy was only a little behind Phillip at any time," he said pointing to a tall dark haired man with a skinny blonde women holding onto him. "And there's Lyndon, he never really did more than drum," he said pointing to an incredibly short man with cold blue eyes.
"Wow, you must have really cared about all of them, huh?" Seras asked. Chris responded with a nod and another tear, as he set down the acoustic and reached up for a classic Rickenbacker and plugged it into an amp that was sitting next to the rest of the basses. He tuned it up and began to play an upbeat menacing tune that was hard not to shiver at.
"You better find yourself a coffin pretty quick," Chris said, much to the dismay of Seras, "And be forewarned, the people of this town aren't friendly to vampires."
"How could you tell?" she asked still shocked.
"You show your fangs when you smile," came the simple response.
Startled, Seras heeded his advice and found herself a coffin and arose the next night, hoping to see the sad musician she now had a place in her heart for, only to be startled by an angry mob of townspeople. They advanced on her vengeance in their eyes for deaths her race had committed upon theirs.
Suddenly, a flash of metal was seen directly in front of her and a long throwing knife lay imbedded in the dirt. Chris took his place between the mob and Seras. Cries of disagreement tore into the night.
"I swore unto her that no innocent shall be harmed while I am able to prevent it. As far I know this girl has committed no crimes, and in her protection I will unsheathe my blades again," Chris said the normal amount of kindness that had always been present when Seras was around was gone.
The mob started forward and with a flick of the wrist Chris had his knives out ready to fight what was probably going to be his last stand. A gunshot tore through the night and Seras was forced to duck into her coffin for the lack of knowledge of the type of ammo the townspeople were using. Chris however, flung out a volley of knives into the shoulders of the people closest to him and unsheathed more to throw at anyone who had a firearm. Suddenly a sharp pain in his stomach and the sensation of flying hit him, and he realized in that second of calculation a townsperson armed with a pitchfork had impaled him. How ironic, I thought that this sort of thing only happened in movies or books. Seras screamed in horror at the brutality of the townspeople towards one of their own. She grabbed the slowly dying man off the pitchfork and ran, hoping that she would be able to escape. She looked at the man in her arms and realized that there was a chance. Alucard's going to hate me for this, she thought as she asked Chris the same things she had been asked in that church in Cheddar, then proceeded to sink her fangs into his neck.
A/N: Sorry about the hostilities with the disclaimer, I just kinda feel like it's stupid to do anything in that since it's fairly obvious that the owner of Hellsing wouldn't be posting a fanfiction here. Anyways, stay tuned as Seras brings her new fledgling home and stuff happens.