AN: Ok, thanks for your reviews and patients, I gained and lost several muses over this period of time so that's my reason for this being so late. Oh, the whole deal with the lemon was just some stupid little idea between Chris and Seras, I pretty much forced myself to not write it because it was completely unnecessary and just wasted a bunch of space. Anyways, the show continues…
Disclaimer: Just for the record I may not own any Hellsing characters, but I own the plot and twists thereof as well as any extra characters I decide to add. This all points to the obvious conclusion that I WIN. Have a nice day.
(I'ma use that doodad from now on cause my comp doesn't change that into something that can't be put on FF)
Seras sighed blissfully, stroking her fledgling's long hair. She was so full of maternal love that she felt she was going to explode. She felt him shiver and pulled the wool blanket encased form closer to her. Damn, that climate change really is bad, she thought out loud. She looked down lovingly at the mound of long hair and wool blankets nuzzling it. She felt as though she couldn't stand it if this feeling were to leave her. She drifted off into a dreamlike state.
Suddenly a sharp rap came from the lid of the coffin. Seras opened it up to see that it was already night and that two packs of blood had been laid out in the tub of ice on the table. She turned back to her fledgling to awaken him and jumped when she saw two soft red orbs observing her.
She smiled. "Come on little one, this'll help warm you up," she said softly to the ironically enormous Chris who in turn smiled and pulled his lanky form out of the blanket. She tossed a packet of blood to him, which he caught with ease. Seras watched as he looked at the blood for a moment as if contemplating and opened it up with a flick of the thumb. He acts so similar to Alucard it's frightening, she thought watching him drink.
Seras began to stare off into space at the tub of ice and absently noticed a distinct white square on it. The sudden sound of crumpling paper broke her free of her daydreams. She turned and observed her fledgling's doodling process. First he would take out the paper and start to draw and then he would stop, shake his head, and throw it away. She walked over to him curious.
"Walter wants to draw up a rough schematic of any weapon I would be interested in," he said without looking up. Seras looked at the drawing before him. It appeared that Chris planned to use thirty centimeter throwing knives each about three centimeters across. His lip twitched in anger as he crumpled this picture up as well. "Ya think he'll be able to use one of the ones I have right now as a blueprint?" he mused aloud and with a flick of the wrist brought forth a single throwing knife with all of his specifications. Seras shrugged in response. He sighed, "Where do ya think he is at this time?"
"Dunno," she shrugged again," but I would ask Sir Integra if I wanted to find out." He nodded and walked out, eyes alert. Seras smiled, he was so interesting to watch. It was almost as if he were a tiger waiting for a specific sign to pounce.
Chris wandered to the surface looking perfectly comfortable, but inside his mind was buzzing. He realized that this was not his territory, it was that vampire in red's. He didn't know what to expect from anyone besides his mistress. He realized that anyone who had seen him fight would easily recognize this poorly disguised fighting stance. His hands were tense and ready to flick out the cool slabs of metal that were pressed into his forearm. A mocking laughter filled the air as the red vampire's head slid through the floor.
"What's the matter, afraid of little old me?" came the equally mocking voice. The knives slid easily into his hands as he cocked an eyebrow.
"Why would you think I'm afraid?" Chris asked, eyes darting around the room with a cold calculating look in them. The vampire laughed and stepped out of the floor.
"You're tense and wary, I can see it in your eyes. And your pitifully disguised fighting stance doesn't help much," came the amused response, "Be glad I'm using lead bullets for once, otherwise your mistress would have to go to another funeral. Death seems to follow that poor girl all over the place." Chris watched and waited as the vampire pulled out his enormous pistols. He was in the most well rounded stance he had seen, with both blades pointing back and ready to slice or block. However, bullets would be a bit more difficult to block than other knives would be he realized. The vampire's metallic gun fired first directly at Chris' heart. Chris dove down and rolled hoping to get close enough to end this skirmish with a couple of knives incapacitating the pistols. The other vampire fired his second gun catching Chris in the shoulder and sending him spinning. Alucard looked down seeing his chest resembling a pincushion and laughed, truly, if this one were properly trained he could be an asset, he thunked (sorry, couldn't resist). Alucard looked back up trying to think of a witty way to bring the fledgling over the edge to find himself looking down a barrel of a pistol. The barrel was much a much smaller bore than it should be considering the size of the pistol itself. The gun barked, and tore a messy hole through the elder vampire's skull. Alucard reached up to the back of his head and found an exit wound. Intresting, he thought before he lept forward into the fledgling attempting to get him to panic, but Chris stood firm and made an empty handed diagonal chop to Alucard's chest, grabbing several of the embedded blades. Suddenly a voice interrupted them.
"What in God's name are you thinking!" the voice of Walter cried. Chris grinned, thankful for his improved hearing already. He looked over to his opponent's corner to find that Alucard had vanished. Part of him wanted to continue this battle as soon as possible and another wanted to postpone it indefinitely.
A/N: I'm not dead! I'm here! As I said, I've been having lot's of trouble getting ideas, but I think I've found a good reliable one for now. Anyways, thanks for reading.