When Seras came to, she found herself sprawled out on a large four poster bed with the curtains opened. The room reminded her of one of those medieval bedrooms. 'I must be dreaming,' she thought as she examined the room, not daring to move her head.
"Is she avake yet?" An unknown voice asked. The first thing Seras recognized about the voice was its German accent. The second thing was that it belonged to a woman. It was definitely a woman's voice.
'Where am I?' Seras wondered, not daring to look up. 'Was I kidnapped by Millennium?' She was about to chance a quick glance toward the foot of the bed when a blond haired teenage boy appeared above her head, looking down at her. Well, what do people do when someone suddenly appears looking down at the on the head of the bed? Try to leap to their feet and inevitably ram heads with that someone.
"Ow…" Seras moaned as she rubbed her forehead. She looked back from her sitting up position at the boy who had appeared from nowhere. She noticed almost immediately that he was wearing the light brown Hitler Youth outfit. She focused on the head of her dazed enemy and realized that he had cat ears.
"So you are avake," The same voice that asked if she was awake earlier. She turned around to face the speaker and saw the lanky body of Lieutenant Rip Van Winkle stretched out on a luxurious fabric armchair. To her left was the tall and stoic figure of Captain Hans and on her right was the muscular draculina Zorin Blitz. "Velcome to Sin Castle, Deutschland Headquarters of Millennium. Ve have much to talk about Seras Victoria." Rip Van's glasses glinted in the light. The eerie Cheshire cat smile the lieutenant had combined with the devious glint off her spectacles gave Seras the creeps.
"Um…Exactly why did you kidnap me?" Seras asked timidly. She glanced back at the catboy, who was busy rubbing his head to get over the sore spot the collision with Seras' head had caused.
"Ve kidnapped you so ve could pump you for information about Hellsing's defenses and possibly hold you for ransom! Am I right Rippie?" Schrödinger said suddenly as he put a hand on Seras shoulder and gave her a friendly smile. The moment of friendliness was put to an end when a steel paperweight with the Nazi insignia emblazoned on the top smacked Schrödinger dead on in the forehead.
"I told you not to call me that Varrant Officer Schrödinger!" Rip Van said icily as she watched the childish catboy vanish from Seras' bed and reappear next to Rip Van.
"Your aim is as good as ever Rip Van," Zorin commented as she lit another cigarette. Rip Van gave Zorin a deadly glare before turning back to Seras.
"Just in case you're vondering, ve'll start interrogating you tomorrow, since it's almost dawn," Rip Van said as she rose from the arm chair. "Ve'll keep you locked up in here, so you should find it quite comfortable." As she spoke, the Captain and Zorin headed for the door. However, Schrödinger remained near the armchair, his head tilted slightly to the right as he studied Seras. "Ve'll also have guards posted at the door," Rip Van continued, "So don't bother trying to escape. Auf Wiedersehen."
With that, Rip Van turned to leave the room. She stopped momentarily and tugged Schrödinger toward the door by one of his ears, much to the catboy's displeasure.
"Yeowr! It hurts! Stop it Rip Van!" Schrödinger whined as he struggled to break free of Rip Van's grip.
"Vho's fault is it for standing around looking like a moron?" Rip said coolly as she walked out the door and closed it behind them. She turned the key in the lock and wiped a bit of sweat off her forehead with the sleeve of her suit jacket. She noticed Zorin staring at her in an unusual manner. Well, more unusual than was normal for someone whose right eye stares off forty-five degrees from where their left eye was looking. "Vhat?"
"That vas your quarters," Zorin pointed out bluntly as she extinguished her cigarette on the stone wall and proceeded to light another one.
"Vhat's your point?" Rip Van asked, her tone sounding hostile, "Zhat room is haunted! Better her than me!"
"The voices are probably just a side effect of the female lycanthrope serum the Doctor injected in you last veek," Zorin said offhandedly.
"And since vhen vere you a medical expert?!" Rip Van snapped angrily. Her body started to bulge up; the first part of her transformation into a female werewolf. Rip Van realized that fact almost immediately and calmed herself. Her body returned to normal moments later. 'Damn that Doctor,' Rip Van thought, 'I'm a long range fighter, not a berserker. Why did you inject me with this serum then?'
"I'm just saying it's probably a side effect," Zorin said defensively. Ever since the Doctor had injected Rip Van with the serum containing female werewolf DNA after the Major approved the experiment, Rip Van had been a little unstable. The instability was the reason Rip Van had nailed Schrödinger in the head with paperweight back in the room where Seras was imprisoned.
The muscular draculina took a long drag from her cigarette as she watched Rip Van storm off to find a new place to sleep. 'I hope she doesn't end up sleeping with the local HCB.' Zorin thought and chuckled, 'At least she'd have something to take her anger out on that wouldn't die.'
Back in the room, Seras had gotten out of bed and taken a look around. She quickly located the one thing she'd lacked back in Hellsing. A good shower. Walter may have been a great butler, but the shower down in the basement leaked, only had cold water, and was covered with rust. 'Yes!' Seras thought as she opened the bathroom and found the shower. It looked like it was brand new, it had hot and cold water, and best of all, it didn't leak!
Barely able to contain her joy, Seras stripped her uniform off and turned on the hot water. She stepped in and immediately felt relieved as the hot water hit her nude body and trickled down her lovely body. "Aaaah…" The draculina sighed and leaned against the tiled wall of the shower. She watched the water droplets slide across her perfectly shaped breasts when thought she heard voices.
"Brother, it's another girl. She's got a big rack as far as I can tell. After all, I ain't the all-powerful pervert of this quartet."
"Yeah, you're just the guy who will go lurching around the castle k-Heeello sexy girl! I wonder…"
Seras looked left to right and then up and down, looking for the source of the voices. She was about to give up when she felt someone, or something, fondling her breasts. She let out a gasp and wrapped her arms across her chest, trying to protect her dignity as she literally jumped out of the shower. Terrified, she wrapped a towel around herself and ran out of the room barefoot. Using her inhuman strength she kicked the bathroom door shut behind her with a loud bang. She leapt onto the bed and wrapped herself in the covers. What she had seen before door close puzzled her. Just before the bathroom door closed; she'd seen a glimpse of a face similar to the silhouette of the midian she'd seen in Hole in the Sky.
Yes, Rip Van is now a lycanthrope/vampire hybrid.
HCB: Hyperactive Cat Boy