Hellsing: Vacation
Chapter 8:Any better than this…
ZR: Hey everybody, sorry about the delay in the chapters. Like I said in my psa I was sick for a while. All right time to answer some review questions…which was only one…
Angelic devil 656: Yes I am a vampire, a Nosferatu such as Alucard, Seras, and John. There are other types of vampires; the Nosferatu is not the only type. There is also the Sanguinarius vampire. These vampires can drain physically and mentally. Just by touching a person, they have the ability to drain their mental strength. Its actually amusing to see people brush up against a Sang vamp and see them trip over themselves from the lack of mental strength. Just a little information to those who were curious. (toothy grin) Anyway back to our story.
Also, to all of you Anderson fans, he will show up soon. Very soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, Kohta Hirano does. BOW DOWN TO HIRANO!
It was three hours till dawn by the time Seras woke up. She sat up on the bed to take a look around where she was. She was back in the hotel suite, lying on the bed, a bucket was to her right, and she dared not to look in it. She thought to herself, "How in blazes did I end up back here?" She heard a slight rustle of clothing off to her left, she turn toward the sound. She saw, napping in the desk chair, John. His feet were up on the bed; his arms were crossed over his chest. He looked so peaceful lying there. Did he carry her all the way back from that blasted bar?
"Indeed he did Police girl," replied Alucard.
"Master? What do you mean by that?"
Alucard phased through the floor at the foot of the bed, "Ever since you passed out on the street, he carried you all the way back." He grinned slightly.
Seras was surprised by her master's words, "R-really? Wait, how do you know we went for a drink?"
"I followed the both of you, I was intrigued on his actions for you," he purred mischievously.
Seras sighed, "Like you do always." She looked at John, "But why did he do that? He's my friend that I know, but usually friends try not to move a friend that is passed out. So why?"
Alucard chuckled, "Are you so blind that you cannot see his reasoning? He cares for you."
"As would any friend-"
"But not as a friend, he care for you because he loves you. He doesn't chose to admit it, but he loves you."
At that, Seras started blushing. She couldn't believe that John, of all people, loved her.
"Dwell on this thought Police girl," and with that he phased back through the floor.
Seras sat there on the bed, still stunned and blushing by the knowledge that John loved her. "He was hiding it so well. But why would he love me? A vampire such as him, with all of his combat experience would have lost the will to love. All the years of fighting would have drained him of emotion."
John sneezed, and woke up. He blinked his eyes to adjust them to the light. He looked at Seras, saw that she was awake, "Ahh, good to see that you're up and about. After all, you were drunk beyond all reasoning. Apparently you can't hold your alcohol very well.
Seras laughed, "Yeah, I guess not, from the looks of the bucket."
"Yeah," John laughed as well.
"As you know very well, there have been reports of vampiric activity in Hawaii recently. People have gone missing, and the like. Nothing we can't handle. However there is a problem." said Maxwell
"An' whit would tha' be?" replied Anderson.
"The Hellsing Organization is having a vacation in Hawaii. They have no idea what is going on. If they were to realize that there is a vampire situation in Hawaii, they wouldn't be able to do a thing about it. Hawaii is in our jurisdiction; Hellsing has no right to interfere with our problems."
"Ah see, an' if they git in the way?"
"Eliminate."
"As ye wish," Anderson bowed and exited the room. He thought to himself, "Ah finally git to see tha' accursed vampire dead." He grinned maniacally at the thought of seeing Alucard, the 'No Life King', dead before his feet. He said a quick prayer before hailing a taxi. He stepped in and headed for the airport.
The next night, back at the hotel, John was willing to try something else, something that didn't involve getting drunk. He sat on the couch, sipping his daily blood packet, provided by the Hellsing agency.
"Heh, no more going on monthly raids on the blood storage facility for me."
By the time he finished his packet, Seras opened the door and walked out of the bedroom. John had to stop his mouth from dropping at the sight he saw. Seras was wearing a beautiful dress, the hem of it reached her knees. Its color was a beautiful sky blue, it off set her natural red color, but with the blue contacts given to her by John, it matched perfectly.
"You look, stunning Seras. Absolutly smashing."
Seras blushed slightly, "Well, it wouldn't have looked right with out these contact you gave me."
"Yeah, red eyes and a blue dress don't look right in public," he stood up and straightened his newly tailored suit, made by himself of course, "You ready?"
"Alright. Where are we going?"
"I have here, two tickets to the opening night of a play 'Phantom of the Opera'," he pulled out the tickets in the most dramatic way possible. Seras stared at him blankly.
"…Don't do that again."
"I wasn't planning to," he offered his arm, "Ready?"
Seras took the offer, "Why thank you."
John phased both of them through the floor, to reappear in tha alleyway next to the theater. They both walked out of the alley casually, like nothing ever happened, some people gave them weird looks, but the rest paid no attention as they walked to the front entrance of the theater. John showed the front man his tickets, and he motioned them inside. They made their way to the auditorium, inside; it was almost full of people.
Seras looked around at the sight, "Where are our seats?"
"Right down there," John pointed farther down the aisle, "Center row, about two-thirds the way down," John led her down the aisle to their seats. They had to squeeze past a few people to get to their seats. They sat down and waited for the play to start. The lights dimmed, and the crowd hushed to barely a whisper. The play started.
As the play progressed, Seras leaned her head on his shoulder. He turned his head to face her. She looked up at him, "Yes?" she whispered.
He grinned slightly, "Nothing," he turned back and watched the play.
After the play, John and Seras walked out of the theater and headed down the street. Seras started to walk down the Alley, but John stopped her, "We're not going back so soon, lets enjoy the night."
"A-alright," they continued walking down the street, toward the hotel.
They got to within a mile of the hotel when John stopped suddenly. Seras looked at him quizzically, "What's the matter John?" As she finished her sentence a blade protruded from her neck, catching her completely off guard. John stood in shock and horror as he watched her fall from the impact.
He turned around and saw a man holding two bayonets in his hands, grinning maniacally.
"We are God's representatives, earthly agents o' divine punishment. Oor mission is tae destroy doon tae the last wee bit thae fools wha' would oppose oor God. Amen."
John gritted his teeth in anger and disgust at the man, "Who the fuck are you?"
"Ah am Alexander Anderson, ah was sent tae destroy tae vampiric outburst here in Hawaii by tae Vatican."
"The Vatican you say? Well, that explains the blessed knives you got."
Anderson pointed a blade directly at John's head, "Ah've come to destroy the vampiric outburst, tha's been taken care of. My secondary objectives was tae kill any Hellsing vampires I come across, tha little draculina was one of them, and I can see tha you're one of them as well."
"If you dare to even hurt her any more Alexander, I will personally kill you myself!" The black mist returned once more, and disappeared as quickly. John was standing there holding his assault rifle in hand, "Come on Judas Priest, let's get this over with," He pulled back the arming leaver and let it go with a satisfying 'clack'.
Anderson grinned sadistically, "Ah was hoping tae great Alucard would be here, but you'll do jus' fine."
John snapped the rifle up to his shoulder and fired a three round burst into the forehead of Anderson. He fell back from the impact, and collapsed to the ground, blood pouring from his head.
John let the gun fall to his side, "That was way too easy," he put the gun into his coat and walked over to where Seras lay on the ground, clutching the blade in her neck.
"Stay still Seras, this is going to hurt," John grasped he handle of the blade in his hand and pulled sharply. Seras gasped from the pain, "Sorry, it was the only way to get it out quickly."
Seras turned over, and looked at something behind John in horror, "John behind you!" she managed to spurt out before John was impaled by one of Anderson's blades in the gut. He was caught completely off guard; he staggered forward a few steps before colliding with the wall of a building. He looked down and saw the blood covered blade protruding from his stomach. He reached behind him and ripped the blade from his body. He stood up shakily, and threw the blade to the ground.
"I can see how much fun you priests have with vampires," he grinned slightly. A silver mist slowly began to envelope him, "But you have no Idea how pissed off I am right now. You're going to regret the day you messed with The Dark Spartan!" The mist began to swirl around him, completely enveloping him.
Then, it slowly began to dissipate, starting at his feet and working its way up his body. Well, what incased his body anyway. He was wearing, head to toe, a full body knights armor suit. The armor was completely black, save for the crest upon the chest plate. The crest was a red sword with white wings attached.
John took up a fighting stance, "I hope your ready for a world of pain."
"Ahm always ready for ah fight freak."
Anderson lunged at John, blades pointed directly at his heart.
ZR: Okay, just so I won't get flamed by any Anderson fans. I'm not trying to make him look like an evil dude. I'm just doing what the manga portrays him as. Anyway, same as usual, do you love it? Hate it? Or did you just skip the entire thing just to flame me?