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Chapter 2. Assassin's Bible; Why Not try Trailing someone? At Least Then you'll Feel like You're Doing Something.
Seras gave a thankful sigh as the grim sight of the Hellsing compound faded behind her. FREAK activity had been at a low recently, and Sir Integra had allowed her the day off. It wasn't often she was allowed such a reprieve. Being the second most powerful unit in the organisation meant that she was too valuable to have traipsing around London. But with this lull in action it was considered that Alucard could handle any problems.
At the mention of his name, thoughts of her master assailed her mind. He hadn't spoken to her recently. Since the incident with the soldier he'd left her alone. He didn't even come to make sure she drank her blood. Though she wasn't foolish enough to think that meant he wouldn't carry out his threat if she missed a meal. Even now she had some blood in a small metallic whiskey flask tucked into her jacket. That had been Walter's idea, along with the contacts that tinted her irises to a light brown. The aged retainer had thoughtfully purchased them from an optician, in the eventuality that she might want to go out sometime.
Seras had to smile at that. Walter was always looking out for her. Making sure she was alright and providing for any of her needs. He was almost as annoying as master about the blood matter though. It seemed whenever she turned around that Walter had been in the room and deposited a fresh iced bucket with a packet of blood in it.
Still she couldn't shake the feeling, no matter how hard she tried, that her master was disappointed in her. The thought made her cringe inside, she hated that look in his eyes. And yet it seemed to be coming more often than ever lately. Dammit what would have made him happy? Should I have drained the stupid rookie? Or did he want me to hurt him, but stay in control while I did it? Unfortunately there was no answer, there never was.
"Enough about Master already. You've got the day off, have fun!" She scolded herself angrily, casting thoughts of the egotistical vampire from her mind. She had decided at the last moment before leaving the compound not to go shopping. She just wasn't in the mood for lugging full carrier bags around town. Instead she had planned on going to a bar to have a drink and maybe visiting a nightclub.
Her mind made up she headed towards the Irish rose, a small bar she knew well. Having no identification, (technically being dead and all), Seras was forced to stick to bars that knew her on sight, and ones that weren't so fussy about ID. After all she still had the face and figure of a young woman. The Rose was one such bar, the owner, who wasn't even Irish, knew her on sight and was always willing to serve her no matter the time of day.
Smiling to herself Sera hastened her walking as she ducked through an alley to get to the bar. She almost thought for a moment that she heard soft footsteps behind her. However in her happy state she dismissed them, after all it wasn't as if she was the only person on the streets.
Mireille ducked swiftly into the alley after the young girl, making sure to keep her footfalls as regular as any pedestrians. The girl she was tailing had left the Hellsing manor only a few minutes earlier, and had aroused Mireille's attention. This girl was unlike the other men who had left, they were just normal men leaving after a days work. But this girl seemed different. Mireille knew she was a high up in the organisation. Kirika and herself had done some spying on the compound. They had stayed well outside the perimeter, just using binoculars and powered telescopes to see inside.
They knew from watching the soldiers train that this girl was an officer. From what they had gathered she took care of the training inside the organisation. And it was also fairly obvious that most of the soldiers disliked her, though Mireille couldn't say why. The method of training was not harsh, compared to what Kirika and herself sometimes did it was fairly lax.
No. There was another reason they hated her. But whatever it was, neither she nor Kirika could figure it out. The girl was short, about the same size as Kirika. She had short blonde hair and from what Mireille could make out brown eyes. She was dressed in faded blue jeans and a black top. Though from what they'd seen her usual clothing consisted of a blue uniform not unlike a police officers.
Mireille stopped as she rounded the corner of the alley. Ahead of her was the girl she was trailing, and ahead of her were perhaps four swarthy teenagers. Clothed in torn jeans and those stupid hoods they thought made them look tough, they were leering at the small girl as one slithered around to block her retreat. Mireille eased herself to the side into the shadows and slowly pulled her Walther P99 from her jacket pocket. She would stay out of it, but if it got out of hand she'd have to intervene. This girl was her only lead concerning the organisation.
"C'mon girlie, let's see a little skin." One of the adolescents remarked, leering at the short blonde girl. Some of the others laughed and one made a grab for the girl's arm. Easily swaying out of the way she walked on, obviously planning on just barging past them. "Where do you think you're going?" The middle one asked, grabbing her arm and throwing her back to where she started. Mireille had to stop herself from growling in her throat.
"Go away before I get angry, you damned hounds." The girl's voice was seething with anger, and although they simply laughed at her, Mireille sensed the confidence behind the girl's words.
Seras was furious. Here she was innocently trying to enjoy the evening, when a bunch of jacked up children started molesting her. She was sick and tired of being sexually assaulted. And in her mind, it was well past time she put a stop to it. She clenched her fists, feeling her face turn into a feral snarl as she approached the one who had done the speaking so far. The boy's face was hidden by the ridiculous hood he wore, but she could smell his nervousness.
"What's this? Coming already?" One asked, reaching out to grab her arm, just above the elbow. Spinning she yanked him off his feet. The boy let go to stop himself from stumbling, but was in no position to stop her other elbow from connecting with his face. There was a sickening crunch as she felt bone give way and blood bubble against her skin.
Yowling like an angry cat she span on the other two, her arms flailing as she clawed at their faces. Normally a fairly useless motion, with her speed and the fact that her fingernails were as hard as claws, she left bloody trails down one's face. The boy fell to the floor screaming and holding his eyes. Seras knew again she had lost control, she hadn't intended to wound them, one was unconscious and that was fine. But that one might never use his eyes again.
"You Bitch!" A voice behind her screamed frantically. She turned just as a flash of reflected light shone off a knife. Stepping to the side she let it pass harmlessly by as she readjusted her position to allow her to strike back. A flaring pain in her side showed her the other person hadn't been too stupid.
Reaching behind her she pulled the blade from her thigh and threw it to the floor angrily. It wasn't silver or blessed, so it couldn't cause any real damage, but it sure as hell stung. Turning back to the one who still had his knife, she grabbed his arm below the wrist and gave it a sharp twist, earning a yell and a snapping sound. Her knee connecting with his head threw him into unconsciousness.
Spinning back she saw the other one, just as he took aim on her with a battered and worn handgun.
Christ! Mireille thought to herself, she acts as though she doesn't even feel it. Though the bleeding hole in the girl's thigh had to hurt. Mireille knew from first hand experience how one could not notice a wound in the heat of the action, but the girl knew what had happened. And she didn't even seem worried. Not that she needed to be Mireille conceded, her moves were lightning quick, with a grace that matched Kirika's. Though the finesse wasn't there she added as a boy took a knee to the head. Mireille's eyes darted to the still screaming one on the floor, that had been dangerous, his eyes… her eyes flew to the remaining boy as she saw him move
He pulled forth a stained black gun, worn from ages and poor maintenance. Growling she tried to take aim but was thwarted as the girl was in her line of sight. Move Dammit! She begged her silently. She closed her eyes as she readied to see the girl crumple in pain.
A gunshot sang out over the night. Mireille's eyes shot open as she heard it. The girl in front of her still stood, as she looked past her she realised the boy with the gun hadn't been the one to pull the trigger. Instead that boy now sat against the wall with half of his head missing and a good chunk of his shoulder blown off.
"Ahhhh, Police girl, what have I told you about judging your targets." A deep voice called out from nowhere and everywhere. Mireille ducked deeper into the shadows and turned the safety of her gun back on. As if he'd always been there a tall man stepped from the shadows of the alleyway and approached the girl. Mireille had to stifle a gasp as she saw him. It was him! The bodyguard of their target. Al- something.
"Master… Alucard." The girl said in a quiet voice, as if testing her words. That was it, Alucard. Much like the pictures the man was tall, well over six feet, with long black hair and a large blood red hat. It matched his long trench coat in colour. His face was covered with shadows and his orange glasses. Inside his trenchcoat he wore a white dress shirt over black trousers tucked into knee high brown boots.
Mireille almost gagged. Here was a man who had fallen on his head as he leapt from the fashion tree. It looked terrible. He looked like one of those weird Goths.
"You should have been able to sense that he had a gun Police girl." The man was right Mireille had to concede, as soon as the fight had started she had been able to tell the boy was armed. It had shown in the way he'd held back and the way his eyes had darted. "As such you should have taken him out first." The tall man brought up his white gloved fist, Mireille could just make out some strange symbol on the back of it as he put his gun in a holster within his long coat.
"He couldn't have harmed me master." The girl replied somewhat petulantly. What does she mean by that? Mireille had to wonder.
"That is irrelevant." He looked around and sighed. "Come police girl. We're going back." The police girl, Mireille was annoyed with that, the nickname stopped her from finding out what the girl's name was, made to complain. "Do you think you can stay out now Police girl? You of all people should know the police will have heard the shot and will be mobilizing." The girl sighed but nodded.
"Come on then, we're leaving. We have been watched long enough." Mireille froze when he said that. The girl didn't seem to realise, but the man was staring straight at Mireille's hiding place. His glasses piercing into her soul. For a moment she almost though she could see through them, that she could see red eyes staring into her mind. The man looked away and chuckled. "Oh yes, Seras, this promises to be most enjoyable." The girl, Seras, followed confused.
As they turned the corner Mireille sagged out from her hiding place, her heart was pounding but she forced herself to sprint to the corner, looking around she wasn't at all surprised to find an empty street.
"He knew we were there." A quiet voice stated. Mireille nodded to her partner's statement. It didn't surprise her that Kirika had been there, obviously well hidden. "He looked straight at me too." She added, her voice betraying no emotion, though Mireille could read the unease in the girl's eyes.
"Let's go Kirika. I think I have a plan." Kirika looked at Mireille with a confused expression. The blonde gave her a reassuring smile as they turned to head back to their apartment, the sirens of the police flaring in the distance.
Alucard sat in his chamber, sipping on a small wineglass filled with blood. The red liquid was flowing in the glass as he twirled it thoughtfully. Noir. The two maidens were back again, this proved to be extremely enjoyable. He hadn't fought Noir in over six hundred years, back then the two women had been arrogant and foolhardy, but these two… They were professionals, they wore death like a cloak.
"Still, if they attempt to harm my master they shall pay the ultimate price. Not that I need warn her. Oh no that would defeat the object. Let us see just how good our men really are. And you police girl, let's see how you'll react to this."
Alucard couldn't help but laugh. It would be good practice for his little fledgling. She was right about one thing, they couldn't hurt her, they didn't use the correct ammunition.
"Heh-heh-heh. I can hardly wait."
Not much happened in this chapter, but it was the first meeting with Noir and the Hellsing lot. More action next chapter, and the one after. Hee-hee. REVIEW ME!