Part VI: Remembrances: A Night for Wolves
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Potter shouted as an explosion of soul energy emerged from his wand, driving away all the shadows to save his younger self and godfather. Seras was alone on the downstairs couch, Wynonna, Waverly, and Nicole had already turned in for the night, pssh; mortals. Waverly had been sure to leave several marathonable movie franchises to keep Seras company. The sun was rising; Seras had awoken with the first birdcalls of the day, rising from her coffin with bad hair, dark energy running rampant, and more than a little drool specking her chin. She didn't remember her dream, but it sure was a good one. She recalled her phantom arm and with it, she flicked the remote at the television set and paused at a juncture where Harry and Hermione were cornered by Professor Lupin's werewolf alter ego. Smirking, Seras ejected the disk and hooked up her laptop:
Finder-Hellsing Manor Footage- Millennium Siege -Mr. Bernadotte's Last Stand
The vampire pulled up the video file. While it was buffering briefly, Seras took a deep breath, taking in the presence of Wynonna Earp behind her, thinking she was concealing her presence. Cute.
Seras abruptly hit the pause button on the fully loaded video and said, "First thing you should know about me, sneak attacks are ill-conceived." She turned slightly to look at the mildly impressed and very sober Wynonna Earp. "If you want coffee, it's over there, I made some cause I didn't know when you three would wake up." Wynonna looked to where their apparently-not-broken coffee machine was, and sure enough, filled to the brim with warm dark goodness. She was about to make her way over to the coffee when she noticed the video file Seras had pulled up.
"What's that?" Wynonna asked, motioning lightly to the screen, which was paused. The image frozen was of an extraordinarily tall grey-skinned woman with a scythe was standing next to a FUCKIN' NAZI with a rocket launcher. There was a whole squad of Nazis Wynonna realized, eyes widening with involuntary repulsion. There was another image on the screen, Wynonna realized it was the camera at the opposite side of the hall, looking over the Nazis' down to a smoking whole where they had clearly just fired a rocket.
Seras considered Wynonna for a long while, holding her eyes, before wordlessly beckoning her over to the couch. Wynonna walked over hesitantly and sat down beside the pajama-clad blonde. "I watch this once in a while, to remind myself why I fight. There are some other more recent 'motivational' videos for other purposes, but this is the big one, when I ah, you know what?" Seras paused looking into the keen eyes of the woman sitting next to her.
"What?" Wynonna replied automatically, wincing at how childish she sounded.
"I've got a good feeling about you," Seras said with not a hint of a joke in her eyes. "This is when I claimed my true powers as a vampire, and it'll probably tell you a lot about me." Seras smiled sadly, eyes crinkling adorably, or so Wynonna offhandedly thought. "It's violent though, trigger warning," Seras muttered, though not so quiet as for Wynonna to miss it. Seras laid back as Wynonna leaned forward as the play button was hit and brought to life the corridor bathed in the dead Wynonna was immediately hooked, even though there was no sound.
The Nazi squadron was shredded by a wave of incoming bullets, it was unreeling until every one of them was ribbons on the ground; except for the grey Nazi, who leapt unnaturally far away and landed unharmed. Wynonna realized with that simple display of agility and speed, that this Nazi Bitch was far more to handle than any revenant, even Bobo del Douchebag.
Wynonna gasped as the younger Seras Victoria stepped through the breach from where the torrent of machine gunfire had come from. She looked different, the same age, but with vibrant, clear cut blue eyes. Her dress was also different; she was in military beige with a red band on her left arm with a shield emblazoned with a quote, though the only bit Wynonna could make out was 'Hellsing… and God'.
Wynonna was excited, but Seras noted her trembling was from something else, could she be worried for the younger Seras? Countess Victoria the elder wasn't sure how to feel about that, she clearly flirted with Wynonna earlier, but that was more of a tactic to get the gunslinger to warm up to her than seriously intentioned flirting. This feeling though, was different.
As the younger Seras was clearly being outclassed, batted around with the Nazi woman's scythe like a blonde rag doll, peppering the ground in her blood, Wynonna was becoming more and more tense, suddenly she turned green as her eyes found Seras' dark shadow left arm and knew where this was headed. She whipped back to the screen where the younger Seras has two healthy looking arms. "Seras…" Wynonna started anxiously before letting out a small shriek covering her mouth, tears were clearly in her eyes and ready to fall, which Seras could tell was a seldom event.
Blood was everywhere, the younger Seras howled as her left arm spun into the air and fell to the ground, useless now.
Seras hesitated, but with her right hand, gently put her hand on Wynona's thigh, but Wynonna was too horrified to take much notice, though subconsciously her pulse calmed a little.
When Zorin used her scythe to take Seras' eyes in one cruel cut, Wynonna's first tears spilled, not many, but enough; though she wasn't really aware of them. It was just a physical reaction to what her brain was showing her right then.
Seras didn't pay the screen much attention, she was too curious to see how this hardened young woman actually cared. Seras had seen responses to this footage before, usually blank looks or disgust, on a few military higher ups, arousal. Those fuckers got theirs, Seras made sure of it, she thought offhandedly before Wynonna's expression brought her back to Earth.
But Wynonna was just sad. Zorin impaled Seras on her scythe, pinning her to the ground before removing it from the police girl's spine for the final blow. Seras' breath hitched when the French mercenary, Bernadotte, barreled into Zorin and causing her strike to go awry by sinking his fist into Zorin's face. He followed that with unloading his revolver into the Nazi's heart. He had come from the smoking hole in the building from when Zorin's man used the RPG.
Wynonna looked on as Bernadotte picked up the crippled vampire and tried to get away, being peppered with bullets from the last surviving Nazi machine gunner, their blood intermingling in pools on the indigo floor.
Wynonna's breath hitched when Zorin's scythe buried itself in Bernadotte's back, "No.." her hand had left her mouth and was now at her side, inches from Seras'. Younger Seras, scrambling and blind took a few moments to locate her dying knight. Wynonna visibly tensed when Bernadotte kissed the younger Seras, fingers curling into a fist a couple times before the tension left her. And then he died. Older Seras let out a long breath, no matter how many times she saw this, that man's death was always gutting. Wynonna shivered as another squadron of Nazi machine gunners arrived in the corridor.
Wynonna glanced at Seras, who was still looking at Wynonna intently, their eyes met, and Seras held the Canadian gunslinger's gaze for a moment before nodding her head back at the screen.
The young Seras shouted something incoherent to the sky in plain sorrow, though there was no audio from the camera.
She then plunged down and sank her teeth; all of them, into the jugular of her expired ally.
And then it happened, the crimson glowing, the rage, the first drink of blood, the power. All of Bernadotte's blood in the corridor was summoned to Seras, droplets of the other's blood and smaller bits of debris suddenly were unshackled from the laws of gravity as a darkened crimson glow saturated the hallway, emanating from the crouching police girl.
Wynonna's eyes widened as the younger Seras' eyes opened anew, completely healed and blood red. Her garb had changed as well, the beige of her uniform was now dark red. Dark energy of pure shadow coiled around the blood-baptized girl as she rose to her feet.
Wynonna gasped, despite the tragedy of it all, Sera's metamorphosis was ethereally mesmerizing. The Nazi's on the other hand were cowering backwards, trembling and edging further away from the newly awakened vampire. With a small smirk, that didn't go unmissed by present day Seras, Wynonna had one thought regarding those Nazi bastards: You're right to be afraid, you done fucked up you Nazi fucks.
Seras tore into the Nazis with no mercy, shredding them with her bare right hand and formless mesh of shadows that replaced her lost left arm, as surely as her bullets did earlier, painting the walls in yet another coat of red.
Wynonna's breath caught when Seras pounced on Zorin Blitz, crushing her head into the ground. Upon Zorin's first attempt at retribution the younger vampire managed to catch the Nazi bitch's left hand in her enhanced teeth, ripping away all the fingers and spitting them out to the side. Zorin's remaining hand found Seras' head, squeezing it like a rated R Looney Tunes sketch. They were frozen like that for maybe three or four minutes, Wynonna was a little confused, but rolls with it when Seras whips Zorin into the wall and grates her face to nothing. Wynonna smirked a little bit when Zorin's body was thrown to the ground, but when it burst into brilliant blue flame, she actually gasped in recognition. Seras was curious about that, but left it for another time.
There were two soldiers, allies of Seras who Wynonna had failed to notice earlier, but they saluted the dark Valkyrie the police girl had become, and with a nod back at her allies, Crimson energy flourished around the newly awakened Seras, originating from it's home, her phantom arm. It formed a wing and just like that, she flew out of camera, leaving two soldiers agape, and the corpse of her first kiss.
A breath from behind them alerted Seras to Nicole and Waverly, who had been on the stairs, watching the footage as well. Seras was legitimately surprised, she had been so focused on Wynonna she must've missed the two lovebirds. Judging from how they both were both wiping away some tears, Waverly much more so than Nicole, they must've seen most of it. Seras looked back to Wynonna, whose hand was now on Seras'. Wynonna's eyes searched out Seras' crimson ones. She was about to say something, but Seras rose from the couch first, gently setting aside Wynonna's trembling and heated hand with a small pat as if to say, later.
Looking at the three stunned women, Seras' lips quirked up in a smirk, "And now you have a small glimpse of what I can do. Questions?"
