Song of the Day: Artsick by Tricot
Just finished exams! I'll start posting chapters probably at a similar rate as I already have been even now, although this chapter took slightly longer than the rest.
Seras was about to discover exactly what Alucard had meant when he called Walter the 'Angel of Death'.
In their efforts to defend the conference room after making it to the third floor through the vents, they had come to face an army of ghouls. The ghouls were headed by a black tracksuit wearing, tan skinned man, who was duel wielding a pair of scoped automatic assault rifles, although it seemed the scopes were just for show. The ghouls were kitted out with heavy assault armour and automatic rifles too, following him in a tight formation.
As soon as the ghoul army and their leader came into view, Walter told her his plan. "I will commence the defensive counterattack, while you wait by the doors, stationed with your depleted uranium shells at the ready."
"But... Walter, are you sure you should be the one running on ahead?" Seras wondered if the old butler could possibly manage such a large attacking force.
"Worry not, Miss Seras, I will handle myself. You will provide adequate support." Walter replied succinctly. He began to walk leisurely down the hallway towards the approaching enemy forces, flaring his gloved hands out by his side. Seras caught something glimmering in the air, coming out of his hands, but it was extremely hard to see, let alone follow. With a flick of his fingers, the air shimmered with fleeting blue-ish light, and the front assembly of ghouls suddenly began to fall to pieces, spraying blood in all directions. Jan froze in shock, the end of the cigar he'd stolen from Integra's office being sliced off in the invisible attack the butler had just launched. Walter continued to creep towards the enemy, his arms gracefully tracing circles in the air as he manipulated the... something that he was using to make mincemeat of the ghouls. Walter called out mockingly to Jan, "Oh? Did I miss? I must be getting rusty in my old age." He flicked his wrist to the side, sending his weapon flying forth towards the ghouls once again, forcing Jan to dash away while signalling the ghouls to open fire. The remaining frontal assault of ghouls began to shoot towards Walter erratically, provoking the butler to take cover in the dust kicked up by the ricocheting bullets peppering the corridor. With another flourish of his hands, the ghouls firing on him were all rapidly reduced to useless piles of detached limbs behind Jan.
Parroting Jan's previous taunts to the Round Table, Walter teased the vampire in equal measure, "Have you already soiled yourself? Are you saying your prayers? Ready to cower in the corner and beg for your life?"
Jan's shocked expression shifted into crazed excitement as the butler came to a stop, facing him. "HAHAHAH! Would ya look at that! This was gonna be so boring, but now you've gone and spiced things up a bit, Jeeves. Too bad ya gonna die like the rest of 'em!" He snapped his fingers, prompting the ghouls in rear to shift into formation, revealing a centurion like arrangement of ghouls carrying reinforced riot shields.
Smiling, Walter calmly called out to his comrade, "Miss Seras, commence supporting fire, please." He slid smoothly to the side, revealing a prone Seras at the back of the hallway, aiming her mounted Harkonnen canon directly at the armoured ghouls.
"Roger!" She pulled the trigger and watched as the leading shield was pierced, causing a flying domino effect of eviscerated ghouls in its wake.
"Now, the second round. Use the incendiary grenade, directly into enemy position!" Walter called out a second time, slightly more authoritatively.
"Roger that!" She emptied the barrel of the previous casing, loading the new shell into the canon. Taking aim once again, she fired into the partially devastated ranks of armoured ghouls once again, more or less finishing them off completely.
In the confusion and obscurity caused by the explosion, Jan shot forwards to catch Walter off guard, firing both rifles at him while laughing. Walter braced, flicking his glimmering airborne defence in the way of most of the fire. Hearing his ammo run out with impotent clicks coming from both his guns, Jan's face turned sour, the confused as his lip ring began to pull away from his face. Walter, facing away, pulled on his monofilament wires, ripping the self-satisfied vampire's piercing right out of his mouth. Jan spat out residual blood from his torn lip, reaching to reload, but was interrupted by a tackle from behind. Seras grabbed Walter's attacker in a headlock submission, seizing him from further trying anything. "Are you okay, Walter!?" Seras cried out, with her elbow pressed into Jan's upper back, forcing his face into the floor.
"Yes, I'm quite fine thank you, Miss Seras. I'm just not quite as sprightly as I used to be." Walter assured her.
Lifting his head off the ground in a headlock, Seras presented Jan to Walter, who towered over him. "You fuckin' bitch, you're a vampire eh? Didn't hear shit about someone like you hangin' around in here." With that, Walter started to interrogate him about his motives and who he worked for.
- - - Meanwhile - - -
Ranma went to tell Alucard that she had finished dealing with the vampire, walking back to the basement. She was quickly convinced he already knew what had transpired as he appeared, phasing through the wall while slowly clapping. "You've done well Ranma. That piece of trash was formidable, but still stood no chance. It's laughable that he thought he could defeat you, let alone me." He looked her up and down, the edges of his mouth curving upwards. "You've consumed his soul, haven't you. You've graduated. You are now a true walker of the night, a true vampire."
"I suppose so. I don't feel particularly different, I'm just slightly peeved that I got my uniform dirty, which is strange, because I don't usually mind that sort of thing. Must be that guy rubbing off on me." She paused for a second, "Aghh! I'm even speakin' like him now too!"
"He has become part of you. At first you may feel a disturbance in your personality, since you have become a vessel for multiple souls. You will accustom to the feeling." Alucard turned towards the open hallway, glancing up to the ceiling thoughtfully. "We should be checking in on the police girl and Walter. Come."
The pair walked briskly up to the second floor, finding most if not all of the ghouls to have left or been killed. The bodies of Hellsing soldiers were scattered around too, but it didn't seem like too many had been killed. At least that was the impression Ranma got before arriving at the top of the stairs to the third floor. There was a massive crowd of ghouls ambling down the hallway, all wearing the Hellsing infantry uniform. From inside the crowd Ranma could see blood and body parts flying outwards, and it soon became clear that it was Seras ripping them to shreds. That was the second time she'd found Seras in this worked up, blood-frenzied state.
In the background, Integra watched in horror as Seras decimated the animated corpses of her men with no mercy. Becoming increasingly distressed by the sight before her, Integra ran forwards, clasping onto and embracing Seras from behind. "That's enough! Seras, please. It's time to stop." With that Seras seemed to come back to herself, her eyes draining of their crimson tinge. Her face drooped from manic grin to frightened and disturbed as she realised what she had done.
Ranma made her way over as Walter slammed the severely injured Jan against the wall, looking down on him once again with a disgusted expression. Seras collected herself, sheepishly following Integra over to where Walter was questioning the remaining enemy. Walter moved aside, letting Integra face the man who had killed her men.
"Yo! 'Sup bitch!" Jan heckled with a self-satisfied, smug grin plastered on his face.
She shot him three times in retaliation, sending him hurtling onto his backside. "No more fucking around. Who are you?! Who led you here?! Answer me!"
Ranma brushed by Seras, comfortingly putting her hand on her shoulder, then moving to interrupt Integra. "You don't even need to get anythin' outta him, sir. I've already learned who they work for." Jan's face distorted into a frown, catching on to what that meant for Luke.
"Looks like my big bro didn't make it." He lifted his downtrodden expression, filling with defiance. "They're gonna be puttin' me in the grave too, sooner rather than later. Even if ya already know who we are, they won't be lettin' me live to tell ya again." He stood up, flipping twin middle fingers at the surrounding crowd. "Fuck all you bitches! See ya in hell!" He was immediately ignited with blue flame, making Integra recoil. They were the same flames from the plane in Japan. From inside the blaze, Jan giggled and spoke one last time. "Since I'm dyin', now it's fair game! I'll tell ya before that red haired bitch tells ya for me! It's... Nazis! Aka: Millennium..." Finally, he crumbled into a pile of glowing ash.
"What a joke." Integra muttered spitefully.
"He was... actually tellin' the truth, Sir Integra." Ranma confirmed the news that Integra had at first not taken seriously.
"What..? You mean to tell me this is... the same as 50 years ago?" Integra's eyes widened and glazed over as she tilted her head downwards.
Alucard started to clap from down the hallway. "Hahahah! The major, is it? I had an inkling it was the same ones we faced back then, Walter." Walter's expression turned dark, astonished at the revelation.
"How did you manage to get this information, Ranma?" Integra asked her firmly.
"I drank the blood of one of the guys who attacked. It was that guy's brother, Luke." She replied unwaveringly.
Integra looked Ranma up and down. Her hair had darkened to a dark wine red, and her eyes' irises had taken on a refined tint of scarlet, only broken apart by the cat-like slits for pupils she now sported. "I see. You've become a true vampire. How did you manage to drink his blood without being burned alive like this one?" She pointed towards the pile of ash. That was a good question.
"I'm not sure... but where are they usually implanted?" Ranma had an inkling as to what had happened.
"In the nape of the neck, right by the base of the brain stem. Why do you ask?"
"Ah. I blew his head off. That'd explain it." Ranma declared with a straight face, unaffected by the gruesome description of her actions.
"Right... I see." Integra raised an eyebrow, somewhat mystified by the redhead's slight change in demeanour. Letting out a shivering breath, Integra turned to gaze upon the surrounding devastation, some of her ghoulified men still shuffling around on the ground. "Walter, please. Put them out of their misery."
"Of course, sir." Walter acquiesced considerately, moving to begin putting the Hellsing soldiers down.
The butler was halted by the Council President, Sir Hugh Irons, who emerged from the conference room. "You mustn't be the one to do that, Walter. It is a leader's obligation to take responsibility for the men who work under them." He marched over to Integra, offering up his revolver. "This is your duty, Sir Hellsing."
Walter approached with his hands up, trying to stop him. "Sir Irons! That is simply too much-"
Irons cut him off, "The blame for this falls upon you. You should have been more prepared. You are entirely responsible, as the Director of Hellsing."
"Sir Irons! You have gone too-" Walter began to retaliate, but was further interrupted as Integra put up her arm to silence him.
"Walter. He's right. This is my fault." She walked over to one of the still writhing Hellsing soldier ghouls. "I won't ask for your forgiveness." She kneeled, and pulled the trigger.
Irons stood sturdily, but with his hands gripped tightly into fists by his side, shaking slightly with frustration. "The ones that did this, we will pay them back one thousand-fold for what they have done here today." He walked briskly away, returning to the conference room.
While Integra combed the bodies for still living ghouls, Ranma looked around. She came to the realisation that she felt sad for the men, but it was somehow muted. Was it just shock or had she begun to stop caring for mortal men? No. She did care, that hadn't changed. If anything, her sadness was overshadowed by a turbulent anger. These men had been carelessly slaughtered, and for what? The fourth fucking Reich?
Alucard felt the emotions stirring in the newly elevated vampire, and put a hand on her shoulder. "You're beginning to get overwhelmed. Calm yourself, young Ranma."
He was right. She had felt it even after drinking Alucard's blood, but now after Luke's, even stronger. Her vampiric side was like a wild animal, which before was chained to her, but apart from her ego. Now the raging, ravenous nature of the midian she was, had become an integral part of her. The fact that her soul felt muddled with Luke's complicated things further. Who she was had become increasingly harder to pin down. One thing that did comfort her was the ability to still notice that she was unsure, which showed that the part of her that was still her still existed, all she had to do was find it.
Forming a sort of temporary harmony, she opened her eyes and sighed, then walked over to the still shaken Seras. "You holdin' up okay, Seras?" She patted her on the shoulder again.
"Yeah... I lost control again." She breathed, her eyes turned down towards her feet ashamedly.
"It's alright, I know how it feels. Especially now." Ranma reassured her.
Seras looked up at her newer, true vampiric form. "You've changed a bit, Ranma. Not in a bad way! You just seem... different."
"It's still me somewhere in here. I'm gonna need some time to piece myself back together though, things are a bit weird right now." Ranma looked down at her stained uniform, realising as a true vampire she might be able to do something about it, now that she had become something closer to Alucard's calibre. "Alucard, you can change your clothes right? Can I do that now?"
Alucard beamed at her, ready to reveal what she had unlocked. "Hahah! Changing the appearance isn't just about clothes, your form is malleable in more ways than that now."
"Wait... you mean to say I can change the way I look completely? How?! Please tell me!" She begged, realising it meant she might be able to even abandon her female form and return to her human self.
"Simply close your eyes, and take control of your shape. If your image is strong enough it will manifest." Alucard enlightened her.
Ranma closed her eyes and thought hard about how she used to look as a man. It was actually more difficult than she thought it would be - it felt like the last week or so had lasted an eternity despite being so brief, making the time before seem so much further away in her memory. Or could it be 'his' memory now? She felt her body shift, along with her clothes, back into her original form wearing Chinese silks. Ranma opened 'his' eyes, looking down at a man's hands and a man's chest. It felt... odd, and unfamiliar. It didn't feel wrong, but something was definitely off.
"So that's what you used to look like, Ranma?" Seras asked, looking the boy up and down curiously.
"Yeah it is. I lived for years in this body, but now it feels alien to me." The black haired boy continued to scrutinise his body.
"Different forms will become easier for you to inhabit comfortably the longer you live, young one. That said, I have to say that I certainly prefer this current form over others." Alucard advised him.
Ranma's face looked troubled. There were simply aspects of the female body that had become so comfortable that it had etched itself onto his mind, so much so that his gender had reached a peak level of ambiguity. At first he decided to go with being stuck as female, but now that there was flexibility to change his gender at will he had finally realised that his internal accepted gender could easily shift depending on what form he became accustomed to. It wasn't that he was a boy and had allowed himself to shift into a girl mentally, he had remained constant. He was neither a boy nor a girl at this point. Despite that revelation, the female body was still more comfortable, so that would be the body Ranma would use. That was the simple truth of it. The boy closed his eyes, reimagining himself in female form. The wine-red haired girl returned, but this time wearing the same Chinese clothes she had just manifested. That was the perfect balance of new and old comfort. The Hellsing uniform wasn't bad, but she had missed her old clothes quite a bit. Hopefully Integra would be alright with her scrapping the Hellsing brand while still working under her. She felt the familiar braces on her wrists, the black sash around her waist, the black banded trousers and slip on shoes.
"Wow. That actually suits you really well." Seras marvelled at the draculina's wardrobe change, going so far as to reach out and touch some of the looser material on the bottom of her Chinese-style shirt. "The material's really nice... I can see why you'd want to get this back!" The blonde absentmindedly ran her hands up the side of the shirt, flicking the buttons and eventually poking Ranma in the breast, making her jump.
"Ey! Stop that!" The redhead called out, swatting her hand away playfully.
"You're not wearing a bra... are you Ranma?" Seras pointed out to the tomboy.
"Uhhh... no. I don't have any and I've never worn one before." She replied blushingly.
"If you're going to stay as a girl, you'd better get some. Actually no, just come with me." She grabbed Ranma by the wrist, dragging her away.
"Where are you taking me..?"
"We're going to see if any of my bras fit you. I had Walter ship them to Hellsing Headquarters after I died, so I've got enough to share some."
"Wait, wait! I don't need a bra, it's fine! Plus they're your... ya know. I was a teenage boy not long ago!" She tried to convince Seras, who seemed to be on a mission.
"No way am I letting you continue to wear nothing under there. And what, are you twelve? Seeing my underwear isn't a big deal. Come on."
"It's fine, I'll just make one like I just made these!" She motioned towards her red shirt.
"And how are you going to do that? Don't you need to be familiar with the clothes you're making? I heard what master said."
"I- I... that's a good point. I don't even know how they work let alone how they'd fit on me." She blushed an even deeper red, starting to think staying as a man might have been a better idea.
After making their way down multiple flights of stairs, they finally reached the basement mirror door and headed towards Seras' room in the tunnels. The blonde had gone relatively quiet the rest of the way, making Ranma start to worry about her a little. "You sure you're doin' alright? We can talk about it if you want." She invited.
After a sigh, standing at her bedroom door, Seras replied, "I really needed to get away from Integra... I'm just so ashamed I did that to her men in front of her."
Ranma turned her around, taking her hands tenderly. She had tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "It's been hard, I know. It's not your fault, you're not the one that made them like that."
The blonde looked her in the eyes, her lip quivering. She fell forwards, embracing her midian sister. "I... I know. Thank you." She released the short redhead and wiped her eyes quickly with the back of her gloves. "C'mon. I'll be alright. Let's try on some underwear then." She put on a small smile. Opening the door to her room, Seras invited Ranma inside. Seras' room was much similar to her own, if not slightly barer due to the absence of a bed taking up most of the deeper half of the space. In place of a bed, there was a coffin sitting in the back corner, next to a dresser and a commode with a mirror.
"How's the coffin treatin' ya?" She teased, with a cheeky smirk.
"Hah hah, very funny." She drawled, rolling her eyes. "It was pretty bad at first; I got awful claustrophobia, but you get used to it. It's actually quite comfortable. Now. Let's pick something out for you."
Seras walked over to the dresser, opened up a drawer filled with underwear, and picked out a bra. She held it out in front of herself, checking... something. Ranma wasn't quite sure how this whole thing worked with the sizes and fittings, men's clothes were so much simpler to her. The blonde came over to Ranma, who was standing awkwardly with her shoulders shrunk inwards and her hands behind her back sheepishly. She held the bra in the air overtop of the redhead's chest for a second, scrutinising the possible fitting with her brow furrowed. "Yep. This should be an alright fit. Try it on!" Ranma unbuttoned and took her top quickly without complaint. "What so seeing my underwear makes you all weird, but you've got no problem stripping in front of the same girl?" Seras bantered, chuckling a little.
"Oh. Right. I've never really been worried about anyone seein' this body, guess I just don't have a normal girl's modesty." The
"I can tell." She tried to hold in laughter, "Being modest with a body like that might actually be a bad thing..." Her laughter subsided as her eyes widened, gawking at Ranma's unreal proportions. "Did you always look like... this?" Seras put out her hands in front of the redhead's sizeable bosom.
"Not quite. I think my body's bit more chiselled looking than it was before." She answered casually.
"A bit more 'chiselled'..? You have no idea do you?" Seras' put her hand on the back of her head in exasperation.
"I mean... you're pretty well proportioned too to be fair." Ranma thought to herself that Seras was the one that had no idea. She was proportioned equally, if not more curvaceously than her.
"I'll take that as a compliment." She winked, making the topless draculina blush again. "Now, put this on." She offered the bra to Ranma, who took it and stared at it, realising she had no idea how to put it on at all.
"Ummm... like this?" The confused tomboy put her arms through the straps on each side, then fumbled around with the straps behind her back. Seeing she was struggling, Seras walked around to help her from behind, moving her hands slightly to show her how to properly clip them together.
"Like- this. Yep, you've got it." The blonde moved back around to check out the fitting, helping her adjust the cups. "And there we go. Looks like it fits! I thought we were similar sizes."
"It feels... supportive. A little strange too but I kinda expected that."
"Alright, good. That should work now that I know the size is okay . I'd recommend you use a sports bra for missions though, it'll keep everything from moving around a bit better. Here." Seras offered up a few more bras, but Ranma put her hands out to decline.
"Thanks for this, but I actually only need one of each of 'em to learn what they're like, now that I can basically grow clothes out of nowhere!" She smiled coyly.
Seras blinked a couple of times, processing the truth of what she had said. "Wow. I guess so, huh. That's so cool!"
Ranma immediately proved her new wardrobe-emptying powers by changing the bra she was wearing's colour. Dark, shadowy matter seeped out of her chest enveloping the undergarment entirely, then retreating back into her body to reveal the same bra, but black. "Looks like all I have to do is have worn or be familiar with somethin' to be able to conjure it or somethin' similar." The redhead looked down at herself, coming to a deeper understanding of the handiness of her new ability. "Being a blood-sucking monster has its conveniences." She joked, while rebuttoning her red shirt.
Suddenly looking slightly uncomfortable, Seras tilted her head in reaction to Ranma's offhand comment. "Yeah... seems like it. Tell me, what did it feel like, drinking blood?"
The tomboy realised she had accidentally said something insensitive, feeling slightly ashamed. "Sorry. I didn't think. Are you sure you wanna know?"
"Yes. Please, tell me." She looked up, firmly meeting Ranma's gaze.
"Okay. I'll be honest witcha. It was the best feeling I've ever felt. Ever. Kinda scares me to think about it, 'specially considerin' what that means for my view of humans, knowin' they've got the key to that feeling inside them. And I didn't even feed from a human, it was a vampire." She stared back at Seras seriously, then flicking her eyes to the side thoughtfully. She flashed back to the time she'd felt enticed while hugging her family for the last time. Could she hold herself back like that now? Yes, surely. Just because a human shaped juicy, delicious steak presented itself right in front of you, it wouldn't mean you'd take a bite out of it straightaway, right? Surely not. It wasn't quite an exactly accurate example though, instead of a steak it was more like a highly addictive drug, that also tasted better than anything else that existed. It wouldn't be impossible to resist, but it would be difficult not to be tempted.
"I see. It's probably better if I keep doing what I've been doing then. I still don't think I could deal with that." She patted the spaced out tomboy on the side of her arm. "It's okay. Don't worry about it."
"Ah. Right, sorry. I was in another world. You're doin' what works for you, and that's what's important." Ranma smiled sincerely. "Thanks again for the underwear."
"Not a problem. Glad I could get you to actually act more like a woman, even if only a tiny bit." She smirked, chuckling to herself.
- - - The Next Evening - - -
Ranma had overheard Walter discussing something with Integra about some new hired men coming to Hellsing to make up for the overwhelming majority of men lost in the recent attack. They were called the 'Wild Geese', a group of mercenaries lauded for their unyielding determination on the battlefield, true professionals. At least they were supposed to be, but they didn't exactly carry themselves like professionals. Ranma and Seras had been called in to the room where they'd be fully briefed on the job they were signing up for. Upon entering they found the room filled with a loose assembly of 30 or so men, dressed in khaki fatigues of various kinds, all generally gathered around one man who sat nonchalantly on a backwards wooden chair. The man was adorned with an Australian-style slouch hat over his long, braided chestnut hair, which nearly got in the way of his one visible eye, the other being covered by a leather eyepatch. His nose also had a straight, white bandage over it - he was clearly no stranger to combat. As the two draculinas entered the men's eyes followed them briefly as they went to stand by the wall, but they didn't give them much further heed.
The mercenaries were mocking the absurdity of the brief they had been given already, having heard that they would be fighting against 'monsters'. The eyepatch-wearing man who appeared to be their leader didn't appear too shaken by that prospect, but he was about to be if Integra had anything to say about it. Strolling into the room, Integra confirmed that the brief was in fact - not a joke.
"It's true, you know." The men turned their heads in her direction, as the Hellsing Director interrupted their chatter unannounced. "Your enemy will be the immortal vampire, who gains said immortality from the consumption of human blood." Their expressions became more and more bemused as she continued. "Our mission involves the carrying of garlic, holy water, and the staking of the vampire in its heart, beheading it, and burning its corpse - the ashes from which are to be sprinkled into the evening breeze at the coast. I think you'll find the rest in the latest edition of Bram Stoker's catalogue." The men's expressions shifted from bemused to amused scepticism.
One of the mercenaries, a short, stout man with short blond hair covered up partially with goggles commented, smirking, "Vampires? You can't expect us to believe that! It's ridiculous."
Integra snapped back, a sly look oozing through the glare of her glasses, "You've just never seen one before. The Hellsing Organisation, the Royal Order of Religious Knights, was formed 100 years ago to combat vampires in secret. If you have any doubts, simply take a good, hard look at one. At a vampire, I mean." She pointed to her right, towards the two girls standing in the corner. A blonde, yellow uniform wearing girl with bright blue eyes, and a scarier looking girl wearing Chinese clothing with dark, wine coloured hair in a pigtail and radiant, red eyes. "They are your enemy: vampires!"
The leader of the men emerged from the crowd, swaggeringly sauntering over to the pair of girls. "Hold on a sec, so you're both... vampires?" He asked with a distinctly French accent, his eyebrow raised incredulously.
The redhead looked wearily up at the man, while the blonde became like a deer in headlights, her eyes demurely wide open. "Yep." The red eyed one choppily replied.
"Yeah, I... guess so." Said the other sheepish girl, smiling awkwardly to flash a fang. The man's face became stained with a humorous grin as the rest of the men broke out in to laughter behind him.
"I mean, I see it a bit with demon eyes over here, but you?" He pointed at Seras, laughing with the rest of them.
"They, don't believe us do they." Ranma sighed, irked by their mockery.
"Why don't you show them some further proof, tomboy?" Integra called out, still standing assertively before the mercenaries.
"It's probably better if Seras does it, I might break 'em." She nudged the blonde draculina with her elbow.
"Alright!" She snapped her fingers, signalling the man to come at her. "Go ahead!"
The man pauses, snickered, then broke out in to crying laughter at her proposition. "If you're a vampire... then I'm Frankenstein!" He raised his arms jokingly, approaching her in a mockingly scary fashion. As soon as he got close, Seras put her vampiric enhanced speed and power in to action, flicking the man on his forehead with super-strength in a flash. The man's facetiously lowered head flew backwards, taking his body with it, leaving him panting and bleeding down his face.
The smell of spilled blood filled Ranma's nose and she instantly became aroused, her pupils narrowing into slits. The excited draculina hurtled past Seras towards the bleeding mercenary leader, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket with a sadistic smile. She pulled him in closer, seductively biting her bottom lip with her fangs slightly, as she took in the aroma of the fresh blood dripping down his chin. Seras reached out to stop her, "Ranma, you've got to resist!"
"Ranma. Stop it. That's enough." Integra commanded, realising the redhead might end up scaring them a little too much.
Pausing for five seconds, Ranma fought with herself internally. Finally getting a hold of herself, she let out a quiet growl and threw the man in her grip away from her, making him slip on to his backside with an astonished look on his face. She was hunched over, shaking with blood arousal and breathing heavily. To try and calm herself down, she closed her eyes and shook her head, then pinched her nose to try and avoid the tantalising smell tempting her further. That was close. She wasn't sure what she might've done if she'd gone ahead and licked some of the blood off of his face. She really needed to get the hang of staying in control, although the current way things were made fulfilling that goal seem optimistic at best.
"Th- They're monsters!" The man yelled, still on the floor from Ranma's throw. "I didn't even see a sign, she just flicked me and it was like a sledgehammer! And the second just... appeared! They're really vampires..?" He hesitantly asked, holding the hat to his head contemplatively.
Ranma noticed the blood drying on his face, so decided to test herself by putting her hand out to the guy, offering to help him up. "Yep, it's true. Sorry 'bout that. Better clean that blood up or I'll be havin' you for dinner." She said nasally, her other hand still pinching her nose.
"You're a feisty one, ma chérie." He cheekily quipped, half-grinning as she effortlessly pulled the grown man to his feet.
Detecting his possible flirting, she clapped back, "I ain't in to ya like that, ya hear me?"
"Whatever you say, mignonne." He finally returned to being upright, and wiped himself off with a handkerchief. Getting a closer look at his face, now unobstructed by blood, Ranma could see that this man was nowhere near as shaken or frightened as the others. He was a brave one - or just stupid.
"Ain't worried that I almost bit ya?" She questioned.
Interrupting him before he could answer, Alucard appeared, phasing through the wall in to the room, making all the men recoil in shock. "So these are the ones who will be guarding my bed? What a bunch of cowards." He boomed.
Walter suddenly came running down the hallway up to Integra, breathing heavily from the hurried pursuit. "My apologies, sir. I tried to stop him..."
"I simply wanted to see in whose care I was going to be." He smiled, the men still astonished by his treating of the wall like it wasn't even there. Their eyepatch wearing leader didn't look so confident now that he'd seen that either.
"By the by, a letter just arrived for you, Sir Integra." Walter extended his arm out, holding an envelope with a big, ornate seal in its centre. Interested by what it could possibly be, Integra took it and inspected the writing in the bottom left, which detailed by whom the letter had been sent. In a carefully inked cursive, it read 'Iscariot Enrico Maxwell'. Upon reading the name, Integra took on an irritated air, hastily ripping the envelope open and speedily reading the core of the letter contained within.
"These Vatican reprobates think they can send an agent who threatens to kill my people, and then invite us to a meeting like nothing happened?!" She scrunched up the letter in her hands disdainfully. "Unbelievable. We're heading to the Royal Museum tomorrow, Walter, make the arrangements. Let them have their damned meeting."