Chapter 2: Girl Anachronism
Quick note: I don't own Hellsing or any of the characters, sorry I forgot to mention that before
The female paused, taking in a deep breath, and looked around. She spotted the leftover scabbard and went to grab it. "Mine," she said as she strapped the large sword to her hip.
The rain finally started to let up. The female looked up into the clouds and smiled. "Nice night isn't it?" the female asked loudly.
Seras looked around wondering who the female was addressing.
Alucard remained where he stood and slowly replied, "It just got interesting."
The female slowly strode over to the pair of vampires with a small smirk on her face, her fangs gleaming in the moonlight. "So you're the legendary Nosferatu, Alucard. It's truly and honor and a privilege," said the female as she made a sweeping bow. "And you must be Seras Victoria. It's a pleasure," the female continued as she shook the blonde girl's hand furiously.
Seras stood dumbfounded. "Who is she?" Seras screamed in her mind.
Alucard's yellow glasses slid down his nose as he asked, "Who might you be?"
"Oh, excuse me; I guess I didn't mention that," she stammered, "My code name is Miss Murder. I work for an American government agency called SMACK."
"What are you doing here in England?" Seras asked nervously.
"Well, I'm after a freak from my area," Miss Murder replied.
"Where would that be?" Alucard asked.
"New York City. I take care of the whole Northeast."
"What has this freak done?" Seras inquired.
"Well, besides being a freak, this sick fuck has raped children and turned them into ghouls. SMACK doesn't take that kind of shit. It's just wrong to witness such a sight. Children should be allowed to be children."
There was a long pause. "Umm, what is SMACK?" Seras asked as she scratched her head.
"Supernatural Monster and Creature Killers," Miss replied.
"Well, Americans aren't known for their subtlety," Seras stated with a small laugh.
Alucard agreed.
Miss Murder laughed softly and then sighed, "That freak I just killed isn't even the one I was really after…"she started, twiddling her thumbs sheepishly.
"Really? Then who are you after?" asked Seras.
"His name is Viktor V. I've been after him for over a year now. The American government believes that he has a close link to the people who are creating the freaks, so…"
"I think you should come with us, Miss Murder, or whatever your real name is," Alucard interrupted.
"Oh how inviting," miss murder replied sarcastically, "I bet all the female prey just flock to you like flies to a big pile of-"
"I'm sure Master didn't mean it like that!" Seras interjected.
"Fine, whatever," Miss Murder said as she threw up her hands in frustration and pouted.
Alucard opened up a black portal, and all three walked through.
The portal opened up in Integra's office. Sir Hellsing sat at her desk looking over reports, signing them, sipping tea, and taking long drags from her pricey cigars. As the three characters stepped into the office, Integra put down everything she was working on, sat up straight, and gently folded her hands on her desk.
Alucard leaned against one of the large bookshelves and grinned. Seras stood at attention in front of Integra's desk and saluted. Miss murder strutted from where Alucard stood, crossed in front of Integra's desk, and dragged her finger along the fine cherry wood. She came to a stop at the side of the desk and smiled her fangs apparent.
Integra glared at Alucard and asked as calmly as she could, through gritted teeth, "Alucard, this another one of your fledglings that you haven't bothered to tell me about?"
Alucard looked at Integra with a smirk.
"Actually, I'm not. I'm Miss Murder from SMACK. It's very nice to make your acquaintance, Sir Hellsing," Miss smoothly explained as she bowed and extended her hand.
Integra shook the vampire's hand and asked, "So, you're the agent General Meyers sent after the American freak."
"Yes," Miss answered.
"How long do you plan to be here in England?"
"Until this freak is eliminated, and maybe afterward I'll do a little sight-seeing," miss replied nonchalantly.
"Do you have any shelter from the sunlight?" Integra asked.
"General Meyers made accommodations for me," Miss replied as she started thinking about when she arrived in the country.
She had woken up inside of her black coffin, and she tried her best to stretch out her body in the cramped lavender colored interior. She raised the lid to find that she was in the lost luggage room at Heathrow Airport.
"Well, this will never do," she thought as she whipped out her cell phone that she had stored down the front of her shirt.
She dialed a number and waited for the other side to answer.
"Hello?" asked a rough male voice.
"I've arrived and I happen to be in the lost luggage room," she answered.
"There should be someone arriving in five minutes to transport you and your coffin to the W Hotel in downtown London," the man explained, "After you get settled in, I suggest that you get to work on tracking down and eliminating your target, Miss Murder."
"Yes, General Meyers," Miss whispered into the phone as she hung up.
She concentrated for a moment, and the long black nightgown she wore instantly transformed into a black ballerina-necked suit, with a corset built in and a lavender silk blouse that had the same neckline. She also had a light, black trench coat draped over her shoulders. Fishnets, sky high black pumps, and a small purse completed the whole look.
She looked over to the metal door on the other side of the room with a small window which led to the outside. She watched as a large black hearse pulled up to the door.
The driver stepped out of the hearse, stared at her for a moment, and went inside of the building to retrieve her coffin. She walked around to the passenger's side and got in. she felt the car move as he loaded in the coffin, and got back in the driver's seat.
The ride was quiet as she sat in her seat with her face pressed against the glass, taking in the sights and sounds of London.
"It's so much like New York," she thought with a smile.
She arrived at the W Hotel, and as soon as she got out of the hearse, she signaled to a bellhop to help the driver. She stood watching as they unloaded her coffin. The bellhop had a horrified look on his face as his eyes glanced over the lid. Etched into the lid was a picture of a rose and the words, "All the angels in Heaven cried, the day that this young lady died."
"Do you mind?" she yelled, bringing the bellhop out of his fear-stricken stupor, "I would like to check in tonight!"
She walked into the hotel and headed for the front desk. The lobby was almost empty, with all of the guests either sleeping or out on the town. Behind the large grey marble desk, an astute looking young man sat with a serious look on his face.
"This guy could be trouble," she thought as she put on her sexiest smirk and sauntered up to the young man.
"Hi, I'm supposed to have the penthouse reserved under the name Rodriguez," she said batting her eyelashes.
The man's face was stone cold as he stated, "we'll have to inspect your luggage back there," as he pointed to the driver and the bellhop holding her coffin with a black sheet over it.
"Do you really have to? I mean, all I have in there is my clothes, and shoes, and makeup…" she started, while counting on her fingers.
"Nonetheless, we still have to check your luggage," replied the young man.
She pouted as she turned around and started to tap her nails on the desk. "He's really starting to piss me off!" she thought as she painted a smile on her face and slowly turned to face the young man again.
She looked deep into his eyes, reached for his hand, and started caressing it. "Listen, sweetie," she said, "there's no need to search my luggage. There's no problem with anything."
"Yes there is."
She looked deeper into his eyes. "There's no problem," she said as she lightly tapped his nose.
"There's no problem," he stated in monotone with a blank look in his eye.
"I thought so," she said as she took her key, walked away from the desk, and directed her driver and bellhop to take everything to the top floor.
"Miss Murder! Miss Murder! Have you been listening to anything I've been saying?" Sir Integra yelled.
Miss Murder was visibly shaken by Integra's tirade. She shook her mind clear and looked around. All eyes were on her. "Sorry. I guess I just spaced out for a second."
"Either she's worse that you, Police Girl, or she's trained her senses to block all prying into her mind and ignore everything," Alucard observed from the bookshelf.
"As I was saying, since my servants' target has been eliminated, I don't see why you couldn't at least stay for a while before you go back to your shelter for the day," Integra explained.
"That would be fine," replied Miss Murder, "Is that okay with you two?"
"I certainly don't mind!" Seras piped up.
"I don't have any objections," Alucard answered as he headed for the door. Miss Murder and Seras followed after him.
"Why do I fee like their mother right now?" Integra thought to herself, wary of Alucard's mind prying. She sighed and rested her head on her cluttered desk.
As they made their way down into the dank catacomb of the sprawling mansion, all three met up with Walter on the stairs, who was carrying the empty buckets leftover from Alucard and Seras' meals.
"Good evening, Miss Victoria, Alucard…Oh my, I do not seem to know who you are Miss…" Walter started.
"Murder. And you are?" asked Miss Murder as she shook his hand.
"I am Walter, the head butler of the Hellsing mansion," he replied with a smile.
"Angel of Death, you seem to have understated yourself yet again," Alucard interjected.
"I used to be part of the combative department of the Hellsing organization a long time ago," Walter replied sheepishly.
Miss Murder gave Alucard a dirty look and turned back to Walter with a smile. "Anyway, it was very nice to meet you, Walter. I hope to see you again very soon."
Down in the catacombs, the three vampires headed to an underground library. Each phased through the door and looked around. The scent of mold and rotting books was powerful. Dust blanketed everything in the room. As each found a chair to sit on, clouds of dust rose, causing Seras to start coughing. As she tried to calm down her cough, she choked out, "sorry, I'm still not used to the whole 'not needing to breathe' thing."
Miss Murder looked at Seras with a small smile. "It's okay. It still happens to me once in a while."
Alucard watched the interaction between the two females and smirked. He clasped his hands in front of his face, with his elbows on the arms of his chair and asked, "What's you history, 'Miss Murder'?" raising his eyebrow at her.