This is making up for last week :D
Disclaimer: I own something! Finally! XD I bought a goat at said before goat thingy. The others are my fathers, but I actually bought this one, and I'm naming it Clip Clop XD Oh, and, I don't own Hellsing :P
Seras walked along the dark corridor that led to her room slowly, looking down at the ground. Why did Pip have to be so mean all the time? So crude? She understood that was his personality, but he never let up... Never... The tender moments she shared with him every so often, in battled or tense points, they always seemed to matter by the time things calmed down. For one moment, just a brief, fleeting moment.. She thought something might have come of her and Pip...
She stopped as she reached her door and leaned against it, sighing. He wouldn't change. Even if he was to become affectionate with her, it wouldn't last. One night, that's probably all he would give her. One night of love, and closeness, and affection, then the next morning he would be teasing her about her fangs again.
'Probably would joke with his friends about how it went...' She thought bitterly, reaching for her doorknob.
"Miss Victoria! Come to the boarding room at once!" called Walter over her walkie-talkie. Seras jumped at the sudden sound breaking the silence of the underground halls, and frowned down at it, fumbling to unlatch it. Once done she 'Roger'ed to Walter and ran off, towards the stairs, up into the upper floor.
The large, bronzed doors o the boarding room were pushed open, Pip and his Wild Geese following him. They had gotten a call from Walter a bit earlier, and to tell the truth, he had been a bit nervous about being called in. Were they going to be yelled at again? Was it because of the crooked shed door? It had to have been, that was the only thing they couldn't fix, and.. And.. .Oh crap.
The room was already filled with the different lieutenants of the different divisions, all of whom looking up sternly to Pip and his crew.
'They've gone crazy! I'm going to be killed over a door!'
"Take a seat." Said Walter, looking up from an unrolled map. All of his men sat in unison, they all seemed to be thinking the same thing.
'Damn door'
Walter cleared his throat and stood up, walking over to the pinned up map of London on the wall, pulling out a pointer stick, "Now. If you will look to the left--"
"I'm here I'm here!"
The last bit of screech was enough to push Pip over the edge, who jumped up in his chair, "Alright! I did it! I twisted the door and I'm soooorry!"
This caused his men to cower in union, all being a little edgy around a mad Walter once they had seen him in action. Seras, who was the one busting through the door, blinked wildly, "So THIS is what this is all about? Pip, you idiot, you've gotten the entire army involved over your stupid door!"
Walter looked back slowly, eyebrow lifted. Here was a group of cowering mercenaries, one flailing his arms about wildly, trying to physically protect himself from the verbally attacking vampire, while the other officers shuffled in their seats nervously, one looking up, "This is about a door...?"
"No! Its about Pip's stupidity!"
This resulted in more arguing, and soon, the poor butler was surrounded by a group of arguing mercenaries, one pissed off vampire, and a handful of confused looking officers, in a matter of seconds.
He sighed at length, then smacked the wall with the map on it with the metal point of the stick, the clang enough to silence the arguing, "... As I was saying. I have received word from authorities that undead sightings are getting out of hand. There were only a few at first, lower authorities taking this as pranks or maybe just people getting worked up over seeing people with a bad hangover. However, after enousgh of these calls were placed, the higher ranks of national security were alerted, and on closer inspection.. It seems we have an infestation."
One of the officers raised a hand in an attempt to interrupt, then spoke, "Is it freak chips, or actual vampires?"
"We do not know." Said Walter, picking up a small piece of chalk, "It is impossible to tell, until actually fighting them. Now, the majority were spotted here... Then, seemed to migrate... Here." He circled various places, then looked back at them, "Something has to be herding them, freak chip or not they are not that smart. And, so far, no one has been injured. That is what is so puzzling, the people who called in to report them claimed to have gotten so close they could hear their moans, not just spotting them from a balcony or something, as most of the phone calls usually go. Now..--"
He was cut off however, as Pip but in, "Cant a vampire be able to tell the difference between a true one and just a fake?"
Walter looked back at him, still a little impatient from the earlier spits, "Well... Yes, and no. It would be a sixth sense somewhat, nothing definite. That's what we lack, the definite. But Freak or not, they need to be dealt with. That is why I called you all here today. As you all must know painfully by now we are having... trouble, finding out who exactly is distributing the freak chips. Who is making them. And then, who is getting the knowledge to make them. This is why I want to send out a division to keep tabs on the group, see if they cant root out the one in charge, and find out something. Now..." He turned pleasantly around again, a smirk on his face, "Who wants to follow around a herd of undead?" No one looked up. "Anyone? No one? Hmm? Well, that only leaves me one decision." He was full out grinning by now, lifting a hand to gesture at the Wild Geese, who at the time were trying to make their presence as little known as possible, "The hired help will have to do. Your orders are changing back to the original. No more dusting for you."
The party was going magnificently, he had to say. Nice wine, nice food, and... Mmm... Nice participants.
Enrico stood at the buffet table, delicately picking up another crab leg, sharp eyes traveling over the crowds of people. Seeing Integral grab for the same towel he was wasn't exactly what one would call a good thing... But some definitely could come out of it. Slender lips pulled back into a grin, looking over to the table where possibly the only lady not dancing or mingling sat. Integral Hellsing, cigar and all, was sitting, head propped up in her hand, looking deathly bored.
The priest grinned wider, chuckling softly. No vampire in sight. Now was his chance. He looked around slowly, trying to see if any of his comrades were looking. The nun pair were looking just as bore as Integral, being hit on it by the looks of it by two men who could have been their grandfathers. Anderson was gorging himself on the other end of the buffet table, man that guy could eat. Enrico cleared his throat, straightened up, and began to walk over.
He had always liked Integral. Not that he would ever say it out loud, or even act like it really, that went against everything he stood for. But when it came right down to it she was the only woman, no scratch that. Only human being that so rudely ignored him, irritated him, and royally pissed him off that she seemed... Bent. Bent, on griping his mind and attention with both hands and shaking it until he swore that if he wasn't a priest SOMEONE was going to die.
"Would you pleasure me with this dance?"
The cold wind blew Seras's hair about, hellfire eyes squinted slightly against it. Her sensitive nose could smell the scent of gun powder, rotting flesh, and feces on the wind. Something everyone wanted to smell near dinner time.
'No time to whine about food now...' She thought to herself, holding tighter to the top slice of the jeep as it jolted on another bump.
She, along with the entire troop of the Wild Geese, tore down the countryside, tracking the moans and groans of a 'herd' of undead. It had been about an hour now, and while she put down their coordinates in the GPA computer, she found out one crucial little tidbit.
These things had no direction.
They weren't going anywhere! It was just a random direction compared to the other groups that were being followed. None of them were making any pattern, or causing any destruction, it was like following around a wind up toy.
"Any change in their position?" Came the slightly disrupted voice of the captain over her headset.
"No sir, none at all. Still heading south."
"Roger."
She slumped down out of the sky light of the car, right. into. a. lap.
Pip jerked awake, blinked, then looked down at Seras, who was currently struggling to move away in the crowded car, "Oi! Come'ere ya little vixen!"
"Pip! No!"
She was giggling, he was grabbing, even snuck a little grope in, and pulled her back in his lap, "Its cold outside, don't want an undead getting cold. Wouldn't that be like stickin' some ground beef in the freezer? Have to defrost ya..."
Seras growled at yet another vampire joke, then froze up, feeling the soft lips, then rough, unshaved chin of the French Mercenary against her neck.
'This HAS to be a vampire thing...' She thought hazily, melting into the feeling. It was exhilarating, soothing, and aggravating all at once.
How DARE he touch me?
So soft...
Ill kill him!
Oooh...
Die... French... man...
Her angry thoughts slowly melted away, and she leaned back into him, grinning from ear to ear. He perked up a bit then chuckled, leaning back to, "See boys? A horny vampire is a happy one."
Moment over.
"Argh! Why do you have to say things like that?" She jerked and twisted around, staring the eye patched man right in his good one, "You are the most insensitive, conniving, overall ass that I think I have ever--"
"Any change in position?"
The entire jeep went deathly quiet, all eyes on the fuming female in their commander's lap. She slowly put her hand up to her ear, securing the headset, turning back to the GPA screen, "... No, nothing I-- Wait! Yes, yes, they are moving towards the East!"
Silence, then again, "Did you copy? East, they are heading--"
"Yes, yes, I got it! Ours are heading East too!"
Soon, all 6 of the captains of the search teams were talking over her ears, "East, every one of them are heading east!"
Her ears rang and she growled, lurching forward to press the send button, "Everyone send their coordinated to each other, see if we cant pinpoint to where they are heading."
The screen flashed and flickered, regaining its composition. The computer circled a general area.
"Miss Victoria, tell me what exactly is in the area? If they are heading there I must issue a warning." Said Walters slightly concerned voice. She pressed the key beside it, and it closed up, "Umm.. Not much here Sir. Its a coastal... Thing. Not sure. All I see here for miles around is a hotel."
"Which one?"
"Umm... Info... A Palan's Resort, Sir."
Silence.
"Walter?"
"Everyone, get ahead of the groups, and get everyone out of that hotel."
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