Chapter 12

Seras walked down the street of London. She hadn't told anyone she was going out but she had to get out of there. She wore the same trench coat with hat and glasses to hide her eyes. The fashion had come full circle; she expected futuristic clothes for the future. But everything was the same…almost as if nothing had changed. But Seras did notice in images dotted around about some slight changes, but it was as if the world had stood still.

The darkness was just starting to appear, the shadows lengthening, the night was near. Civilians walked past her, slightly brushing against her. They looked down, hurrying to their destination, before night fell. Seras found herself wondering what London was like in the day. But she dismissed the notion. This city was dying, slowing, but surely. But what did she care anymore? As long as the Hellsing line continues she was bound to serve them. Just as Seras turned the corner the sun was just setting, it's last rays clinging on as if desperately at a losing battle.

Elena smoked her cigar in her office; she didn't get much sleep any more. Her features beginning to show the effects. But she lit her cigar and stared at her black coffee on her desk. There was a knock on the door. Elena looked up, brought out of her daydream.

"Come in." The door opened slowly, the last rays of the sun lighting up his features. He looked like Walter, yet was not…

"Sir Integra, are you alright?" He wore a butler's suit, with a monocle over one eye.

"Elena?" The voice changed to a different tone, younger. Elena blinked. There in the butler's place stood Walter. Elena smiled and rubbed her eyes from under her glasses.

"Ha, I think this lack of sleep is getting to me…" Walter chuckled and hobbled in, he refused to be in a wheelchair or crutches determined to fulfil his duty at his new post.

But Walter thought that he may need to catch up on his sleep, as when he came in he could have sworn she had blue eyes. But in the shadows he couldn't tell. Walter shook his head.

"I think we could all do with that. But it's quiet tonight, I suggest that you at least get some sleep." Walter suggested.

"Have you finished the ammo?" Elena suddenly asked. Walter nodded. "Good, get them to Seras and I will go and…lie down." Elena pushed her chair back and walked toward her door. Walter held it open as she walked past. He didn't not like Seras…it's just that it was so unnatural. Allying with a vampire. But he might get used to her in time.

Seras pushed the door of a bar open. The people inside didn't even give her a second glance. She settled herself at a table, in the corner, away from the filled tables on the far side. She sat under the shadows surveying the scene. It was like any old bar, this one was no different. Seras narrowed her eyes as she heard a group of men laugh a little too loud for this quiet bar. A slight smell of alcohol wafted from them.

Seras soon grew tired of this scene, so she lifted herself of her seat and walked toward the door, she hadn't even ordered a drink. But what she liked they wouldn't have in. The streetlamps were bright above her, Seras put her hands in her pockets inside her coat and walked down the street, the eyes of the people overshadowed. But Seras continued walking, the city building reminding her of the ruins she remembered so vividly in her mind. She passed into the streets filled with houses, slightly darker here, no people walked the sidewalks. A streetlamp above her blinked as it struggled to cast it's light; Seras glanced up to the light before it faded. As quickly as it came, once again Seras was enveloped in the darkness. A sudden crash alerted her to a house down the street, some deep imbedded human instinct told her to run and find out what it was, but Seras only walked toward the sound. A roar alerted to her what was going on….a child was screaming inside the house. Seras darted jumped over the low wall that separated the house from the street and darted to the front window. Seras peered in, a normal human wouldn't be able to see. But Seras saw only the front room, undisturbed. The child screamed again. Seras punched straight through the glass, her hand immediately healing from the cuts. She climbed through the window and went toward the sound. It came from upstairs, Seras quickly found the stairs and bounded up them, she kicked open the door. Inside was a little girl huddling in the corner, she was crying and gripping her teddy as if it would save her. But a man in torn rags twitched and stood just over her. His body was growing fur…he heard her come in and whipped around to face her. His face was a twisted mess, of werewolf features and human. He curled hi lips back and snarled, he leapt at her! But Seras pushed him against the wall and grabbed his head, forcing it away and snapping his neck. The body of the half changed werewolf fell to the floor limp. He girl immediately turned silent…but then she uttered one word.

"Daddy?" The girl whimpered. Seras turned around at the little girl; she looked up at the body, then at Seras. A frightened look was in her eyes. Seras edged over the girl, she was fragile. And needed help. But that's when Seras had noticed her arm, she had been bitten. Seras wasn't sure how the werewolf or the virus in fact worked, but she was infected. Seras knew she had to take her to Hellsing…they might be able to help, or at least put her to sleep. Seras kneeled down to look at the girl. The girl gripped her teddy tighter, but stared into her glasses. But that's when the smell hit her! That wonderful smell, a young virgin child, here for the taking! Seras tried to pull back…but she found herself getting closer…

'No!" She screamed in her head, "This is a little girl! Stop it!" But her body didn't listen and didn't respond to her. She heard herself speak.

"I'll take you to your 'daddy'…" She felt her fangs lengthen as she pinned the girl against the wall. Seras' glasses fell down her nose to reveal her crimson eyes. The girl screamed again, but no help was coming this time. Seras could smell her blood rushing through her veins, it was there just under the skin, she had to have it! Seras sank her fangs into the girls neck, the runes on her hands burned like fire, but they did…could not stop her…they were too weak.

Walter closed the door to Elena's room, he had checked on her. She was asleep.

'Good,' He thought. Before going back to the room he made the bullets in. He picked up the box of clips for all three guns and held them under one arm. Hobbling he managed to get out of his room and began his descent to Seras' room in the dungeon.

Seras dropped the corpse of the dead girl. Her eyes were glazed over in death.

'No….' Seras gripped her head, the brim of her hat bending in her hands. 'What have I done…she was just a little girl…she didn't deserve that…' Tears began to run down her cheeks, Seras fell on the floor of the room. The bed was pushed up against the wall, photos of the little girl with her dad littered the room. It reminded her of something….Seras screamed. The little girl was just like her…her father had died when she was very young…. But…but now she would never have the chance to grow up…because of her. Seras was in turmoil, she fought against herself. She was a monster! Seras scewed her eyes from the images and huddled on the floor. But something caused her to open them.

"Seras…" She looked over her knees, a pure black dog sat at her feet. It rested its head on her kness forcing her to look directly into its eyes. Those same crimson eyes.

"Master…?" She spoke weakly.

"Never be ashamed of what you are…." The voice spoke. Seras blinked again, the dog had vanished!

Walter opened the door to Seras' room, the journey was longer then usual. But he made it. Inside was Seras as usual, sat at her table. She had her arms crossed and leant back on her chair her feet resting on the table.

"Yes?" She spoke, her eyes could just be seen over her glasses. Walter dropped the heavy box on the table. Seras didn't move to help him. She merely watched. Walter opened the box and laid out one of each kind of clip.

"I've finished your ammo." Seras grinned, that same sadistic grin she wore in battle. Puling her guns out of her coat she reloaded all the guns with the ammo. Trying them out and pointing them for aim.

"It's perfect Walter." Seras spoke. Walter nodded and turned the leave. "You really should ask me." She said. Walter shook his head.

"I believe the past is better left alone." Seras chuckled.

"Suit yourself."

((AN: Sorry this chapter is a bit short…but couldn't think what else I wanted to put.

All well, see you tomorrow.))

((Just checked out a few reviews…and this is the calm before the storm, it will be absolute mayhem next chapter, and about that bit before…errr, Seras has put up her mental barriers again. Hmmm, maybe I'll edit this chapter later.))