woo! chapter 4! And finally Hans is here!
At first i really didn't liked how the chapter was going... i'm not sure if hans is in character(and i don't know if the accent it's right), it was really hard to decide how they would react to see each other again... And in this Hans has a little crush on Seras since the war (that's why he wants to fight with her and at the end smiles) so that's why he is nice to her. so, enjoy, and if you see any mistakes please tell me.
I don't own Hellsing.
She woke up exactly and hour later, when the plane was landing.
Seras didn't feel too well, but it was better now that she had slept a little; she needed to find a place to stay quickly, she was starting to smell the people around her…and they looked very appetizing.
She quickly took her small bag with her and left the plane.
Finally after 2 hours, she made it to downtown Paris.*
Seras knew how to speak French, but she had never been in Paris. So she started to walk aimlessly, admiring the beauty of the city, but suddenly she fell, hitting her face in the sidewalk. She was instantly aided by the people walking near her; Seras blushed and thanked the people.
She remembered that she needed to eat and rest, so she started to search for a hotel.
Minutes later she spotted a pretty decent place and entered. But when she was going to pay she realized her money was missing.
Seras swore loudly.
She could have hypnotized the receptionist but she was too weak try it; and she still had some of the change the taxi driver gave her, it was a lot less, but still something for a night or two in a hostel. The other option was to steal, but she didn't really liked to commit crimes against innocent people. She was too tired to try anything else, besides walking; and even that was starting to complicate.
After an hour or so of dragging herself around the busy city, she found a hostel.
The desk clerk noted her exhausted state and quickly, but amiably led her to her small room.
When she finally was left alone, she quickly grabbed the remaining blood packs and savagely tore them, drinking greedily. When she finished, she still was hungry, but at least she wasn't starving anymore.
Seras sighed, she looked around. The room was small and had an equally small bed, but it was all she needed for now; finally she lay down in the bed and fell asleep.
She woke up the next day. The sun was just beginning to set, but the sun wasn't really a problem for her and from time to time Seras enjoyed being outside in the daylight. Alucard never liked the sun but she found that it was just him; after spending months or even years without seeing the sunlight, she found very endearing to go out in the middle of the day and take a walk.
Seras got up from the bed and took a bath, while making a mental list of thing she needed to do.
First she needed to hunt, she was really hungry; an then... well she didn't know what would be her next move; maybe find a job or a better place to stay.
The first places where Seras looked for her victims, where on nightclubs or bars; beacuse at least one person in the crowd was already a criminal or was thinking in commiting a crime, and those were the ones Seras hunted. She was feeding but at the same time she was helping by killing the bad guys... or that's what she liked to think.
Seras walked out of the hostel and looked at the sky; it was twilight, and the lingering clouds from the rain gave a beatiful scenery. she took a deep breath; remembering that once, a long time ago, Pip had told her about sunsets in Paris.
Making her thoughts aside, she started to make her way to the nightclubs zone; keeping herself in the shadows of the alleys, and jumping from building to building.
Minutes later it started to rain really hard, and Seras was forced to seek shelter in a nearby Cafe.
The place was larger then it appeared, it was rustic but cozy, and it smelled like wood and coffee...and other smell she couldn't place, but she just dismissed it.
Seras seated herself in the bar and ordered a coffee. she couldn't drink it, but the smell was pleasant.
It wasn't until moments later that she could feel the piercing gaze of someone behind her.
She turned around slowly, and saw a man seated in a far corner of the place; even seated, Seras could see that the man was very tall. He was dressed with a brown jacket, black jeans and a cap of the same color.
The cap covered half of his face, but still Seras knew that he was looking at her.
She also noticed the color of his hair, it was silver.
She was starting to feel really nervous, even if she couldn't look him in the eye, she could feel his eyes on her and it was nerve wracking.
And sudenly, the man moved his head upwards.
The face she saw was of a person she supposedly had killed fifty years ago: the Nazi werewolf from Millennium.
Seras gasped loudly and turned her head abruptly to her cup of coffee.
She was beyond shocked and scared. she wanted to believe that maybe it was because she hadn't drank blood or maybe the fear of Alucard finding her was so great that her mind was playing her tricks...she was becoming paranoid.
Both options depressed her more.
So she turned her head aroud again, hoping that it was just a hallucination.
But she saw the same man, watching her intently.
Seras calmly rose from her chair, paid for her coffee and left the place. When she crossed the doors she started to run as fast as her starved body could.
She was one hundred percent sure that she was totally nuts; that she had lost her mind, her paranoid was so great that she had started to revive old memories and faces from the past; maybe that was normal in old vampires? maybe that's why Alucard behaved so aggressively?...she was convinced that she was going to start hearing voices in her head soon...
"Vait!"
Seras almost tripped when she suddenly stopped. It had already started! She was hearing things!
She started to run again but when she turned a corner, she stopped abruptly. Not very far away from her was a big white wolf, his eyes a bright red; and it was as big as a horse... if not bigger.
"i von't hurt you."
That voice again!... It was then that Seras remembered that she wasn't using her powers and so any creature with the ability to communicate telepathically could access her head. How could she have forgotten that?... clearly the werewolf had heard her internal rambling about bein- Wait! The werewolf! He was the werewolf from 50 years ago!
Seras started to hyperventilate; now she was being chased by her former master and the nazi werewolf. This was the cherry on the cake.
When the massive wolf began to move forward, she instinctively took a step forward.
Seras began to back away, so absorbed in looking at the white wolf that she didn't notice the car that was coming her way.
she fell on the pavement unconscious and with a bleeding wound on her head. the driver of the car immediately got out of the car to see if the girl was fine. she had came out of nowhere and the poor man had no time to stop. but before he could reach the unconscious girl, a tall, scary looking man took his shoulder, and shook his head.
The big man picked the girl bridal style and walked down the street, leaving a very bewildered Parisian.
Seras woke up with an horrible headache, but even more horrible empty stomach. She just stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, until she noticed that the ceiling was now made of wood, and had a rusty chandelier; that wasn't the ceiling of her room. The shriek of a door opening alarmed her, she quickly moved her head, but immediately rejected it after a sharp pain spread all over her head.
She shut her eyes tightly and clenched her head with both hands.
When the pain passed and she opened her eyes, there, in the door stood the captain from Millennium; he was looking at her with wide eyes and holding a tray with a cup. He seemed surprise of finding her awake
Then Seras remembered what had happened, and in what situation she was now. She was a prisoner.
Seras narrowed her eyes and growled to the stoic man in the door.
She felt so dumb for letting herself being captured by someone that she supposedly had already killed, and the worst thing was that they didn't even had a proper fight! She was hit by a car! SHE had been defeated by a car!... ugh, she blamed Alucard for appearing in her life again, it was his fault that she had been without blood in her system and so very weak.
Well she was still alive, so maybe he wanted something from her? Maybe he wanted to torture her? To take revenge for trying to kill him once? Or maybe revenge for his comrades?
But... she wasn't restrained... in fact she was In a very comfy bed, and even in her weakened state she could put a fight. She just had been captured because she was distracted... but still, she was curious as to why he captured her.
"What do you want from me?" Seras hissed, trying not to flinch by the sound of her voice.
He just blinked, and tried to walk to her; but Seras growled and he immediately stopped.
That was weird for Seras... was he afraid of her? Or maybe he was trying to be nice? But why didn't he answer!? Seras just glared at him, daring him to try and approach even further.
"What are you playing at!? Answer me!" Seras tried to sound intimidating.
The tall man pointed at his throat and shook his head.
"You can't speak?"
He nodded once.
"oh..." Seras looked a little disappointed... but then she remembered that the other night she had heard a voice in her head.
"now tell me what do you want from me!" Seras screamed in his head, and saw how he frowned a little.
"I... don't really vant nothing from you..." His voice was so deep and smooth... and it kinda relieved a little her throbbing head...
Wait, what? He didn't want anything from her? He wasn't going to try and kill her? Or torture her?
"Then why you captured me?" Seras asked him, now a lot much calmer, but more confused.
He raised an eyebrow, and looked her up and down; as if saying 'are restrained in some way?'
"nein, I brought you vith me because you vere unconscious... und I vanted to thank you." he explained to her, all the time wearing his poker face.
"you." Seras pointed him. "thank ME?" Then she pointed at herself.
"ja." Was his answer.
"But why?"
He looked at her, as if thinking of his next move. He left the tray on a table next to the door and left the room.
Seras was even more confuse now. She was not sure what to think of him...and how the hell was he alive? She remembered watching him burst in blue flames... but she didn't stayed to watch the whole thing, Sir Integra was waiting for her so she leaved. But how? She had put a silver tooth in his heart!
And why did he wanted to thank her?... before Seras could ask herself more questions, the former captain entered the room.
When Seras looked up, he was with his left hand open and in the center of his palm was something. He nodded towards the small object, implying that she could take it.
The small object was almost broken, a thin cable holding the two pieces togheter. It wasn't very large, maybe 2 inches long. It was clearly a broken chip, a FREAK chip.
"so... this is a chip?" Seras asked, trying to figure it out by herself what that little chip meant.
"Zat chip vas in my chest, very close to my heart... vhen you hit me with the silver tooth, you broke the chip."
He saw the expression on her face, telling him to continue.
"I vas captured by Millennium, und they put zat chip on me. To control me."
"Vhen you broke the chip, it failed to fully exterminate me. I vas very veak, but I survived."
His eyes flashed red for a moment and looked at the distance.
"und I vas finally free..." he whispered.
Seras wasn't sure why would he wanted to thank her...it wasn't her intention to free him, she had wanted to kill him in fact. But honestly she was relieved, at least he wasn't trying to avenge Millennium, all the opposite. But it could be a trap...maybe he was trying to trick her, and make her believe that he was good now...
He took the cup from the tray and handed it to her. The cup -that it's more like a soup bowl- was full of warm blood.
Seras squeaked from happiness for finally having something to eat. She drank the whole bowl in less then a second. The blood tasted different, in fact, the taste was more strong then any other blood she had ever taste, it was as good as a virgin's blood, but at the same time they were completely different flavors; it was really delicious.
Seras sighed and looked at him shyly, handing him the bowl and mumbling a thanks, a very long and awkward silence filled the room.
Now she felt really weird and didn't know if she should treat the former Nazi as a friend or foe. And she wanted to know more about how he survived and ended living in Paris...and she still didn't know his name, that would be a good start for conversation.
"So... what's your name?" Seras asked sweetly, sounding childlike.
He looked at her for a moment an then smiled. It was the same smile he had when Seras defeated him. Seras internally gasped, he looked very young and handsome when he smiled like that... almost innocent.
"My name is Hans Gunsche."