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-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 14
Joey yawned as Tristan looked at his watch. "What time is it?" the blonde asked.
"After nine," Tristan answered. He yawned too.
"I guess maybe we should go in," Seras said. "I'm sure he'll be-" she couldn't finish her sentence, since the truck lurched to a sudden stop so quickly that they were all flung to the front of the truck.
"What just happened?" Joey asked as he rubbed his head.
What had happened was that the drivers were approaching the end of a block when a figure suddenly ran out in front of the truck. The driver slammed on the breaks to keep from hitting the figure. When the driver and his partner looked up, standing in the lights was an out of breath Bakura.
Seras flung open the back doors and all of them jumped out. They reached the front of the truck as the driver and his partner were jumping out of the cab. "What happened?" Seras asked.
"He happened," the driver answered as he pointed to Bakura as the vampire staggered away from the bright lights of the truck.
"Speak of the devil," Joey said with a grin, and received an elbow in the gut from Tea.
"What happened?" Seras asked Bakura.
The vampire stared in the direction he had come. "I just came from the Tower of London," he answered. "I was going to hide out there for the night, but I found two Ghouls inside. I would have left them alone, if they hadn't attacked me. I got rid of them, but the second one almost choked me."
"You picked up your bullet casings right?" Seras asked.
"I didn't use it," Bakura answered. "I don't have it anymore. When I was fighting Anderson, the spirit of my ring was having a go at him. When the magazine in the gun was empty he just tossed it aside and I didn't have a chance to retrieve it afterwards."
"Then how exactly did you get rid of them?" Tristan asked.
"I kicked one's face in," Bakura answered. "And the other one I threw over my shoulder and into a wall."
"Yes and got ghoul dust on you in the process," Seras said as she dusted his shoulder off. "What about Anderson?"
Bakura shrugged, "I don't know. I don't know if he escaped the blast or not. I'm sure he did, he wouldn't let a mere explosion kill him, if Alucard hasn't killed him yet."
"Are you insulting me abilities, boy?" Alucard appeared off to the side, grinning with amusement. "I see you escaped."
Bakura glared at him. "There were Ghouls in the Tower of London. I'm sure you know about that."
Alucard smirked as Seras pulled out her radio. "I'll radio HQ and tell them about the Ghouls. They'll send a group out to hunt for the vampire that created them."
"How long will it take for them to find it?" Tea asked.
Seras shrugged, "I don't know. Since we haven't an idea of what it looks like, finding it is going to be difficult."
Bakura sighed and closed his eyes. He heard Joey complain about something, but that was all, since at that moment, an image flashed across his eyes, a very vivid one. He gasped in surprise, his eyes flying open.
"Something wrong?" Seras asked.
Bakura took a minute to gather his nerves. The vision he had seen had been so real, like he had experienced it before. He shook his head. "Nothing, it's nothing."
"Let's get you guys back to the mansion," Seras said. "You've all had enough for one day."
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Back at the mansion, Bakura went straight down to his room in the basement. The image of what he had seen kept going through his head, and he wanted to find out what it was.
He lay down on his bed and tried to remember the image as clearly as he possibly could. He got so caught up in thinking about it, that he didn't even realize when he fell asleep. Of course, with sleeping comes dreaming, and this dream was far from normal.
Dream-
Bakura was walking home from Tea's place. He would have driven, but some moron had hit him a few weeks ago and had totaled his car. He headed around a corner and stopped at a light.
There was no one out in this area, but it really wasn't that late. He wondered why, since it was normally a pretty busy area. He stood at the stoplight, wondering why he was standing there when there were no cars out.
Suddenly something came up behind him. Bakura whipped around, but all he saw was a black figure. He dashed down the street to get away from it, but it was too fast. It caught up with him when he reached a lamppost. Bakura turned around just in time to see his attacker pounce on him, driving something into his neck.
Bakura's scream was cut off before it could even escape his lips. He felt his blood running down his neck. He groped weakly into his pocket and pulled out his pocketknife. He had no idea how he was able to fold out a blade, but when he did, he slashed at his attacker, slicing a gash in its neck.
Blood splashed onto his face as Bakura's attacker pulled away. "You're quite the fighter," a silky, male voice said. Bakura was just able to see his face, but that was the least of his worries.
He broke away from the lamppost, clutching his wounded neck with one hand, and gripping his knife with the other. He could hear his attacker pursuing him again. (God dammit leave me alone you psycho,) he thought as he ran. He continued running. When he finally stopped, he pursuer had left him and he was in the park.
(How did I get here?) He wondered. He found a drinking fountain and cleaned off his hand and his face, rinsing his mouth out too since he could taste some of the blood.
Once he was done he wondered over to a park bench and sat down. "What the hell just happened?" He reached up to the wound in his neck, but was surprised when he didn't find anything. "What the?" Was he going insane? Suddenly his head began to pound. He closed his eyes with a groan and clutched his head. When he opened his eyes again, a brilliant, nearly blinding white light filled his vision.
End Dream
Bakura sat bolt upright in bed. "Shit." He gasped. He jumped out of bed and ran out of his room. He had no clue what time it was, but he didn't care. He knew something that could be vital information to the Hellsing organization. He reached the entry room and glanced at the clock, six a.m.
"Is there something wrong?" Walter asked.
"I need to talk to Integra," Bakura said. "Now."
Walter heard the urgency in his voice and nodded. "Follow me," he said. He led Bakura up the stairs and to Integra's office. "Bakura wishes to speak with you," Walter said as he poked his head in the door.
"Send him in," Bakura heard Integra say. Walter moved out of the way and let Bakura into the room. "What is it that you need to talk to me about?" Integra asked.
"I know who the vampire is that got those guards at the tower," Bakura said. "It's the same one that got me."
Integra looked at him with cool, unblinking eyes. "Go on."
Bakura sighed, "I, I really wish I could, but when he had attacked me, I never saw his face, so I can't give you anymore details than that." He paused for second, "The only other thing I can remember is his voice, but that won't help anymore than the other information I've given you."
Integra didn't look pleased. "That's all you have for me?" She sighed, "And I suppose the only other detail you could possibly give us is that he probably looks Japanese, or of Asian background."
Bakura nodded, feeling stupid. He could have told this to Walter. Now that he thought about, it seemed rather stupid that he thought such information would have been of any importance. He turned to leave, but Integra stopped him.
"Why have you just come to me now with this information?" She asked.
"Uh, well," Bakura, answered. "I only remembered it just a little bit ago. Some of my memories came back from the night I was attacked in my dreams" It seemed like a dumb answer, but it was the truth.
Integra was silent for a moment, and then said, "You may go."
Bakura nodded, and left her office.
Walter was waiting for him when he came out. "Your family is up, and they're waiting for you in the study."
Bakura nodded and went to the study. He knew which one Walter meant, it was the one that Bakura and his friends had always gathered in, so it was correct to assume that was where his family was. When he reached the study, his sister flung herself at him, literally hanging on him.
"Nice to see you too Kiyo," Bakura gasped as Kiyo let him go.
"What happened?" Kiyo asked. "Seras told us a little bit a few minutes ago, but we know you know more."
"And how come you had to talk to Integra?" Tristan asked. He and the rest of Bakura's friends were sitting in the far corner off the room, almost pretending they didn't exist.
Bakura gave a small smile, "I needed to talk to Integra because I remembered what happened." He had everyone's attention in the room. He explained all he remembered, and filled his family in and what had happened last night.
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Author's Note: Hey, sorry for no updates lately. For being on summer break, I've sure had huge writer's block. The only reason I was able to get this chapter done was because my friend was over and my sister had us watch the entire Hellsing series. Oh well, it helped. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'll try and have the next chapter posted as soon as I can.
-Telepathy-
(Thoughts)
Chapter 14
Joey yawned as Tristan looked at his watch. "What time is it?" the blonde asked.
"After nine," Tristan answered. He yawned too.
"I guess maybe we should go in," Seras said. "I'm sure he'll be-" she couldn't finish her sentence, since the truck lurched to a sudden stop so quickly that they were all flung to the front of the truck.
"What just happened?" Joey asked as he rubbed his head.
What had happened was that the drivers were approaching the end of a block when a figure suddenly ran out in front of the truck. The driver slammed on the breaks to keep from hitting the figure. When the driver and his partner looked up, standing in the lights was an out of breath Bakura.
Seras flung open the back doors and all of them jumped out. They reached the front of the truck as the driver and his partner were jumping out of the cab. "What happened?" Seras asked.
"He happened," the driver answered as he pointed to Bakura as the vampire staggered away from the bright lights of the truck.
"Speak of the devil," Joey said with a grin, and received an elbow in the gut from Tea.
"What happened?" Seras asked Bakura.
The vampire stared in the direction he had come. "I just came from the Tower of London," he answered. "I was going to hide out there for the night, but I found two Ghouls inside. I would have left them alone, if they hadn't attacked me. I got rid of them, but the second one almost choked me."
"You picked up your bullet casings right?" Seras asked.
"I didn't use it," Bakura answered. "I don't have it anymore. When I was fighting Anderson, the spirit of my ring was having a go at him. When the magazine in the gun was empty he just tossed it aside and I didn't have a chance to retrieve it afterwards."
"Then how exactly did you get rid of them?" Tristan asked.
"I kicked one's face in," Bakura answered. "And the other one I threw over my shoulder and into a wall."
"Yes and got ghoul dust on you in the process," Seras said as she dusted his shoulder off. "What about Anderson?"
Bakura shrugged, "I don't know. I don't know if he escaped the blast or not. I'm sure he did, he wouldn't let a mere explosion kill him, if Alucard hasn't killed him yet."
"Are you insulting me abilities, boy?" Alucard appeared off to the side, grinning with amusement. "I see you escaped."
Bakura glared at him. "There were Ghouls in the Tower of London. I'm sure you know about that."
Alucard smirked as Seras pulled out her radio. "I'll radio HQ and tell them about the Ghouls. They'll send a group out to hunt for the vampire that created them."
"How long will it take for them to find it?" Tea asked.
Seras shrugged, "I don't know. Since we haven't an idea of what it looks like, finding it is going to be difficult."
Bakura sighed and closed his eyes. He heard Joey complain about something, but that was all, since at that moment, an image flashed across his eyes, a very vivid one. He gasped in surprise, his eyes flying open.
"Something wrong?" Seras asked.
Bakura took a minute to gather his nerves. The vision he had seen had been so real, like he had experienced it before. He shook his head. "Nothing, it's nothing."
"Let's get you guys back to the mansion," Seras said. "You've all had enough for one day."
ooo
Back at the mansion, Bakura went straight down to his room in the basement. The image of what he had seen kept going through his head, and he wanted to find out what it was.
He lay down on his bed and tried to remember the image as clearly as he possibly could. He got so caught up in thinking about it, that he didn't even realize when he fell asleep. Of course, with sleeping comes dreaming, and this dream was far from normal.
Dream-
Bakura was walking home from Tea's place. He would have driven, but some moron had hit him a few weeks ago and had totaled his car. He headed around a corner and stopped at a light.
There was no one out in this area, but it really wasn't that late. He wondered why, since it was normally a pretty busy area. He stood at the stoplight, wondering why he was standing there when there were no cars out.
Suddenly something came up behind him. Bakura whipped around, but all he saw was a black figure. He dashed down the street to get away from it, but it was too fast. It caught up with him when he reached a lamppost. Bakura turned around just in time to see his attacker pounce on him, driving something into his neck.
Bakura's scream was cut off before it could even escape his lips. He felt his blood running down his neck. He groped weakly into his pocket and pulled out his pocketknife. He had no idea how he was able to fold out a blade, but when he did, he slashed at his attacker, slicing a gash in its neck.
Blood splashed onto his face as Bakura's attacker pulled away. "You're quite the fighter," a silky, male voice said. Bakura was just able to see his face, but that was the least of his worries.
He broke away from the lamppost, clutching his wounded neck with one hand, and gripping his knife with the other. He could hear his attacker pursuing him again. (God dammit leave me alone you psycho,) he thought as he ran. He continued running. When he finally stopped, he pursuer had left him and he was in the park.
(How did I get here?) He wondered. He found a drinking fountain and cleaned off his hand and his face, rinsing his mouth out too since he could taste some of the blood.
Once he was done he wondered over to a park bench and sat down. "What the hell just happened?" He reached up to the wound in his neck, but was surprised when he didn't find anything. "What the?" Was he going insane? Suddenly his head began to pound. He closed his eyes with a groan and clutched his head. When he opened his eyes again, a brilliant, nearly blinding white light filled his vision.
End Dream
Bakura sat bolt upright in bed. "Shit." He gasped. He jumped out of bed and ran out of his room. He had no clue what time it was, but he didn't care. He knew something that could be vital information to the Hellsing organization. He reached the entry room and glanced at the clock, six a.m.
"Is there something wrong?" Walter asked.
"I need to talk to Integra," Bakura said. "Now."
Walter heard the urgency in his voice and nodded. "Follow me," he said. He led Bakura up the stairs and to Integra's office. "Bakura wishes to speak with you," Walter said as he poked his head in the door.
"Send him in," Bakura heard Integra say. Walter moved out of the way and let Bakura into the room. "What is it that you need to talk to me about?" Integra asked.
"I know who the vampire is that got those guards at the tower," Bakura said. "It's the same one that got me."
Integra looked at him with cool, unblinking eyes. "Go on."
Bakura sighed, "I, I really wish I could, but when he had attacked me, I never saw his face, so I can't give you anymore details than that." He paused for second, "The only other thing I can remember is his voice, but that won't help anymore than the other information I've given you."
Integra didn't look pleased. "That's all you have for me?" She sighed, "And I suppose the only other detail you could possibly give us is that he probably looks Japanese, or of Asian background."
Bakura nodded, feeling stupid. He could have told this to Walter. Now that he thought about, it seemed rather stupid that he thought such information would have been of any importance. He turned to leave, but Integra stopped him.
"Why have you just come to me now with this information?" She asked.
"Uh, well," Bakura, answered. "I only remembered it just a little bit ago. Some of my memories came back from the night I was attacked in my dreams" It seemed like a dumb answer, but it was the truth.
Integra was silent for a moment, and then said, "You may go."
Bakura nodded, and left her office.
Walter was waiting for him when he came out. "Your family is up, and they're waiting for you in the study."
Bakura nodded and went to the study. He knew which one Walter meant, it was the one that Bakura and his friends had always gathered in, so it was correct to assume that was where his family was. When he reached the study, his sister flung herself at him, literally hanging on him.
"Nice to see you too Kiyo," Bakura gasped as Kiyo let him go.
"What happened?" Kiyo asked. "Seras told us a little bit a few minutes ago, but we know you know more."
"And how come you had to talk to Integra?" Tristan asked. He and the rest of Bakura's friends were sitting in the far corner off the room, almost pretending they didn't exist.
Bakura gave a small smile, "I needed to talk to Integra because I remembered what happened." He had everyone's attention in the room. He explained all he remembered, and filled his family in and what had happened last night.
ooo
Author's Note: Hey, sorry for no updates lately. For being on summer break, I've sure had huge writer's block. The only reason I was able to get this chapter done was because my friend was over and my sister had us watch the entire Hellsing series. Oh well, it helped. Hope you enjoyed the chapter, and I'll try and have the next chapter posted as soon as I can.