Of Blood and Boxes Ch.9
Joe Casto ...if you want a decent disclaimer, look at the last Chapter. I used all my batteries on that one.
Alucard looked around cautiously. It wasn't as if he couldn't handle any threat thrown at him, but it's still an annoyance to be stabbed in the kidney when one is holding such very precious cargo. He looked to the right and saw nothing but a bloody dent where the priest he'd just kicked through the window had landed.
He took a final glance around, surveying the area for moving threats, and saw none. He heard some sirens, but other than that, the coast was clear. Alucard walked to Seras' bike and laid her down on it.
He surveyed her for damage. There were some minor scrapes and such, but she was fine overall. It appeared that the rest was just blood from her rather brutal battle with Phayde. 'As a matter of fact' he helped himself to another look. 'She's very fine.' He stared at her face. She was just starting to come around and she looked rather like a kitten with her big, red eyes opening slowly, blinking every few seconds. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating. It was..warm, and somehow comforting. Alucard leaned in towards Seras, his eyes slowly drooping, and pressed his lips against hers. He stood there for several seconds and waited. Sure enough, he soon felt her pushing. Not in resistance to his actions, but in response to them. It was like a silent agreement had passed betwixt the two of them, securing that this was a sacred moment, which was not to be rushed. Alucard tilted his head to spare them both the discomfort of having their noses crushed. Alucard thought to Seras. Seras laid there for a moment, thinking, and nodded slowly into Alucard's lips.
Alucard let go of Seras' lips and noticed just how close those damned sirens were. He stared up the road for a moment and thought of an escape route that included Seras' bike. He thought of a rather ingenious one which involved blowing the shit out of about fifty Hellsing Regulations and quite a few police officers. He turned around to his companion and was rather taken aback at the fact that she was topless. Seras balled up her dress and tossed it behind her, towards Alucard. He caught it and sat it on the bike. She swiftly mounted a pair of skin-tight black leather pants and a crimson tank top, both of which were stored in a compartment under her seat. She was pulling her hellsing badge out of her shirt when she realized, much to her absolute horror, that those sirens were not the usual, English sirens she was used to. They were Iscariot sirens. She'd been taught in basic training to listen for those and leave the premesis if she ever heard them. She looked at Alucard, who was smiling like all bloody Buddha, and judged that he'd come to the same conclusion. "Ready to Dance, Seras?!" He asked in his maniacal, half giddy voice he always uses before a gunfight. "Dance?" asked Seras, grinning slightly, "I, personally, prefer to dance at high speeds." She winked at Alucard and mounted Beemo, starting the engine and revving it twice, glancing at Alucard expectantly as she did so. Alucard picked up in the hint and mounted as well, sitting behind Seras. He wrapped his arms around her and locked his hands together. Seras leaned forward and shot off into the night with Alucard. Alucard looked behind him and saw the lights of Iscariot nearing. One car passed the resteraunt and continued, and two stopped. He looked up to Sreas and said "it appears that we have company Police girl." Seras looked behind her and noticed that their lights were different, as well as their sirens. Instead of red and blue, they were just white that grew and lessened in intensity. She also noticed the cross hood ornament and the tinted bulletproof windshield. She turned back to the road and sped up, realizing that they could shoot out her back wheel. Alucard spun around in his seat, so that he sould see behind them better. He placed one foot on one side of the back wheel and one on the other, pushing back so that he and Seras were back to back. He pulled out both of his guns and waited. Samuel McHennis never thought he'd have to worry about car chases. He had no Idea what he was getting into when he signed up for the Iscariot secret police. Instead of chasing after his enemies, he was th type who'd prefer to settle it out over a cup of coffee and maybe a cake. He had a round, happy face which was currently contorted with the effort of keeping up with this tripped-out motorcycle on these windy English back roads. He Sped up to catch the motorcycle and gave the que for the swat-members to attack. Alucard smiled as the first head pulled out of the car. It wasn't pulled out long because Alucard blew it to pieces. He shot the glass in front of th driver to make it difficult for him to see. The second head pulled out, followed by a hand. Alucard shot the man's arm off so that the sin went flying, but it was caught by the guy in the seat behind the second head. Alucard blew his arm off too. This continued for quite awhile, until there was a sharp right turn in the road and he could shoot the driver in the face. Face shots take a bit to recover from, and the car slowed down considerably. It was soon out of sight. He once again slid into the pseudo-typical position for a secondary rider on one cycle and scooted close to Seras. He placed his weapons back into his coat and wrapped his arms around her waist. He sat there for several moments and his head, in-spite of itself moved sever inches forward, so as to better take in the beautiful scent of Seras' hair. Seras Cranked the Gas when she heard the thudding impact of Alucard's bullet into the face of the driver behind her. She sped up considerably and, after awhile, Leaned back into the warm embrace of her counterpart, trying t figure out where she was going. HEY! Thanks for the reviews.I'm serious about telling me where to go. I might not listen to you, but I would like some input. Ciao.
Joe Casto ...if you want a decent disclaimer, look at the last Chapter. I used all my batteries on that one.
Alucard looked around cautiously. It wasn't as if he couldn't handle any threat thrown at him, but it's still an annoyance to be stabbed in the kidney when one is holding such very precious cargo. He looked to the right and saw nothing but a bloody dent where the priest he'd just kicked through the window had landed.
He took a final glance around, surveying the area for moving threats, and saw none. He heard some sirens, but other than that, the coast was clear. Alucard walked to Seras' bike and laid her down on it.
He surveyed her for damage. There were some minor scrapes and such, but she was fine overall. It appeared that the rest was just blood from her rather brutal battle with Phayde. 'As a matter of fact' he helped himself to another look. 'She's very fine.' He stared at her face. She was just starting to come around and she looked rather like a kitten with her big, red eyes opening slowly, blinking every few seconds. Her scent was absolutely intoxicating. It was..warm, and somehow comforting. Alucard leaned in towards Seras, his eyes slowly drooping, and pressed his lips against hers. He stood there for several seconds and waited. Sure enough, he soon felt her pushing. Not in resistance to his actions, but in response to them. It was like a silent agreement had passed betwixt the two of them, securing that this was a sacred moment, which was not to be rushed. Alucard tilted his head to spare them both the discomfort of having their noses crushed. Alucard thought to Seras. Seras laid there for a moment, thinking, and nodded slowly into Alucard's lips.
Alucard let go of Seras' lips and noticed just how close those damned sirens were. He stared up the road for a moment and thought of an escape route that included Seras' bike. He thought of a rather ingenious one which involved blowing the shit out of about fifty Hellsing Regulations and quite a few police officers. He turned around to his companion and was rather taken aback at the fact that she was topless. Seras balled up her dress and tossed it behind her, towards Alucard. He caught it and sat it on the bike. She swiftly mounted a pair of skin-tight black leather pants and a crimson tank top, both of which were stored in a compartment under her seat. She was pulling her hellsing badge out of her shirt when she realized, much to her absolute horror, that those sirens were not the usual, English sirens she was used to. They were Iscariot sirens. She'd been taught in basic training to listen for those and leave the premesis if she ever heard them. She looked at Alucard, who was smiling like all bloody Buddha, and judged that he'd come to the same conclusion. "Ready to Dance, Seras?!" He asked in his maniacal, half giddy voice he always uses before a gunfight. "Dance?" asked Seras, grinning slightly, "I, personally, prefer to dance at high speeds." She winked at Alucard and mounted Beemo, starting the engine and revving it twice, glancing at Alucard expectantly as she did so. Alucard picked up in the hint and mounted as well, sitting behind Seras. He wrapped his arms around her and locked his hands together. Seras leaned forward and shot off into the night with Alucard. Alucard looked behind him and saw the lights of Iscariot nearing. One car passed the resteraunt and continued, and two stopped. He looked up to Sreas and said "it appears that we have company Police girl." Seras looked behind her and noticed that their lights were different, as well as their sirens. Instead of red and blue, they were just white that grew and lessened in intensity. She also noticed the cross hood ornament and the tinted bulletproof windshield. She turned back to the road and sped up, realizing that they could shoot out her back wheel. Alucard spun around in his seat, so that he sould see behind them better. He placed one foot on one side of the back wheel and one on the other, pushing back so that he and Seras were back to back. He pulled out both of his guns and waited. Samuel McHennis never thought he'd have to worry about car chases. He had no Idea what he was getting into when he signed up for the Iscariot secret police. Instead of chasing after his enemies, he was th type who'd prefer to settle it out over a cup of coffee and maybe a cake. He had a round, happy face which was currently contorted with the effort of keeping up with this tripped-out motorcycle on these windy English back roads. He Sped up to catch the motorcycle and gave the que for the swat-members to attack. Alucard smiled as the first head pulled out of the car. It wasn't pulled out long because Alucard blew it to pieces. He shot the glass in front of th driver to make it difficult for him to see. The second head pulled out, followed by a hand. Alucard shot the man's arm off so that the sin went flying, but it was caught by the guy in the seat behind the second head. Alucard blew his arm off too. This continued for quite awhile, until there was a sharp right turn in the road and he could shoot the driver in the face. Face shots take a bit to recover from, and the car slowed down considerably. It was soon out of sight. He once again slid into the pseudo-typical position for a secondary rider on one cycle and scooted close to Seras. He placed his weapons back into his coat and wrapped his arms around her waist. He sat there for several moments and his head, in-spite of itself moved sever inches forward, so as to better take in the beautiful scent of Seras' hair. Seras Cranked the Gas when she heard the thudding impact of Alucard's bullet into the face of the driver behind her. She sped up considerably and, after awhile, Leaned back into the warm embrace of her counterpart, trying t figure out where she was going. HEY! Thanks for the reviews.I'm serious about telling me where to go. I might not listen to you, but I would like some input. Ciao.