Chapter 8

Bang! Seras shot at the target in the target range…letting off some steam with each shot. Her only regret was using pitiful mortal guns. They really didn't have the same power. She was alone in the room, no other soldiers were here. In fact they were running dangerously low on the amount of soldiers.

"Seras!" That was Elena…she called for Seras. So Seras complied and put back the pathetic gun in the cabinet. She disappeared into the shadows and reappeared in Elena's office. But now she really did look like Integra, a cigar hung in her mouth. The smoke rising and disappearing above her. But Seras grinned she had lost her hat and sunglasses for now.

"What is it, master?" Elena huffed and took the cigar out of her mouth and held it with two fingers.

"I have new men starting, they are currently in training. Don't go near them Seras. I don't want them freaking out on their first day." Seras folded her arms behind her back.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Elena replaced her cigar and glared at her. Before picking up a file laid open on her desk.

"I have had a look at this Walter you told me about." Seras looked back interested. "It seems he was a former 'Trashman' as you put it and also a retainer. It says something about wires…?" Elena looked up to Seras for an explanation. Seras laughed.

"Aaah, yes. He had these gloves and some sort of silver wire shot out and he could control it…or something like that. Not sure really, but it was very effective." Seras played around as if she wore those gloves. Elena shook her head.

"Whatever, well I've looked up his descendant. A certain Walter A Dornez." Seras raised her eyebrow,

"Walter?" Elena continued.

"Yes, either a coincidence or he was named after him. Doesn't matter though, he's actually been trained in the army and is one of the soldiers on route here." Seras turned to go. "I'm not done…" Seras turned back around. "And I want to know who is this in this picture?" Seras' heart stopped…in a matter of speaking. Elena held up a picture taken just after Integra was brought out of jail. It was of her, Walter and…Alucard. But the image was very faded. She cringed slightly as she caught that old police uniform she used to wear. Sexist, that's what it was, making her wear that. But she inwardly laughed at those thoughts from those days, back when she still thought of herself as human. "Well?" Elena had said when she hadn't replied.

"Hmmm…too dark can't make it out." She lied. Elena examined her, did she suspect anything. Most likely…but she didn't want anyone to worry…Seras turned to go again.

"Fine…go. I'll keep looking for any evidence of this…man." Seras turned around and smiled.

"Good luck." She stated before her glasses and hat reappeared and she disappeared into the shadows. Elena looked down to her file and back to where her computer had once stood.

"Stupid paperwork…' She mumbled.

Seras did exactly as suggested and searched out the new recruits. They had just entered the grounds and were being briefed on what they were going to be doing here. Seras picked at a few unaware minds.

'I'll get them back for my mother.'

'I'll send all those buggers to hell.' And other stuff like that. Seras nitpicked here and there until she found her target. A certain Walter. He was dressed in the same uniform as the others so you couldn't pick him out from her position on the roof of the Hellsing mansion. The acting commander, Arthur's second in command was briefing them. Seras didn't know the commander nor did she care. But she jumped from her position on top of the high roof and landed on the ground as if the fall had been nothing. The other soldiers hadn't noticed her yet, but she walked over to the commander, the commander gave her a worried glance when she drew near. Seras smiled and waved at the recruits and the commander. A few looked over to her in slight confusion.

"How are they?" Seras shouted at the commander, he felt very uncomfortable around her but he replied.

"A bit green, but once training is over they'll be ready."

"Good, because what the soldiers used to fight here is nothing to what you fight now. Giant savage animals that tear you limp from limp with no feeling what so ever, as if you were nothing but meat them. The way they fight over the left overs and those eyes and fangs…enough to turn a man insane. I haven't even begun yet…"

"Seras…" The commander spoke. Seras stopped, the men looked to each other in worry and they started to look a bit green, she laughed. But then she pinpointed her target; there in the back was Walter. He had a look of all serious to him, good. Seras vanished in a puff of smoke and reappeared leaning on the shoulder of Walter.

"Oh, crap…" She heard the commander whisper.

"Hey, remember me? I used to work with your great-grandfather…or is it great, great…?" Seras thought. But the others were spooked and they all whipped around.

"What are you?" A few shouted, the soldiers fear showed on their faces and they raised their guns. But she was too close to Walter, they fired…she hurriedly pushed Walter out of the way and she fazed right through the bullets, they went straight through her. Even though she glanced at Walter on the floor to see if he was alright she taunted the soldiers as if she didn't care.

"Why, I'm one of those demons I've been talking about. I'm a vampire…" Seras began to laugh as the colour totally drained from the soldiers faces, showing off her fangs to creep them out even more. But before she went she turned to Walter and spoke to him in his mind.

'If you want to know about your ancestor, come and find me.' At that she left a bunch of green soldiers and a very confused Walter on the floor. She bowed lowering her glasses slightly revealing her crimson eyes before vanishing into the floor still bowing. Seras was surprised at herself, she hadn't realised how bored she must have been to enjoy taunting the new troops.

'Seras' That wsa Elena, she didn't even voice where she was she just expected her to be there. Looks like someone was catching on…

Elena lit another cigar and placed in her mouth, inhaling the calming smoke. She jumped slightly as Seras entered through the shadows from the corner of her office. She still had that bizarre hat on and those sunglasses.

"You wished to see me master?" Elena was about to tell her not to call her that, but she found herself no longer caring.

"Yes, the Vatican has heard of your little escapade in Ireland. And has requested to see you." Seras chuckled.

"The Vatican wanting an audience with a vampire?" Elena breathed out a puff of smoke,

"Yes, it seems they want to know want you saw… I think it's a stupid idea and we shouldn't need to comply. But they have won over his majesty by blabbing on about how we need to work together to defeat this evil…hah, as if they have ever played by anyone else's rules." She leant on the back of her hand in thought.

"What do you want me to do?" Seras said, her glasses lowered slightly so her crimson eyes could just be seen over them.

"Tell them as little as possible…in fact you will not speak at all. I will speak on your behalf." Seras smiled.

"They won't like that…" She spoke mockingly. Elena huffed.

"We can be just as stubborn and rude as them, so let's give them a taste of their own medicine." She felt a slight smile appear on her face. "They are due here tomorrow afternoon…heh, my sleeping habits really have been thrown out the window…I can't sleep all night and I can't sleep all day." She felt herself replay a habit she hadn't done in a while, she rubbed her eyes from underneath her glasses as if she was tired.

Seras found herself surprisingly thirsty so she bowed once again,

"Please excuse me master…" Elena looked up,

"Oh, yes. Sorry I was lost in my thoughts, don't worry about tomorrow, I'll deal with it. Good night Seras." Seras disappeared back into the shadows.

'Worried?' Seras thought, 'I'm looking forward to it.'

But the night wasn't over yet, she travelled the shadows in search of the new recruits. She had no tv, so they would do just fine. She perched herself back on the same spot on the roof. They were running through some kind of course, using teamwork to take down a target.

'What a rubbish target…' Seras thought, it was only a manikin set up. But they were learning where to shoot I suppose. Seras rummaged through her pockets to find a blood packet, she kept stocking up so she could have one whenever she liked. She found one and ripped the top of and sucked on her 'drink', as if watching a show.

'Tomorrow they may find themselves with a moving target…' Seras laughed to herself. They were using normal bullets so it wouldn't even harm her…but she would play fair, in the end she would train them.

(AN…I did a boring chapter…all well, the Vatican's coming round for tea.

'Rubs ands in anticipaton' such fun tomorrow. I might have Max getting shot again…ha!)