Theater
A/N: Written for Dreadnot's Kill Bill challenge. In addition to my usual disclaimer, I don't own Kill Bill either.
The Major looked down at the battle with orgasmic glee. Hellsing's vampire girl was crying, armless, eyeless, and now, he suspected, loveless.
His prize, the trash man, lay strapped to a table in the other room. His captor stood silent next to him, surveying the scene.
"It is a beautiful sight, is it not, Herr Captain?"
The tall, laconic man looked him full in the face. "That woman deserves her revenge, and we deserve to die," he said gravely, then turned and left the room.
It was so like Hans to ruin his good time, the Major thought, but resumed his watching.