I just want to say that i really hate this chapter; but it is necessary for the plot.
And if someone has ideas of what to do next, the you are more then welcome to suggest anything. I know how this is going to end and everything, but i want them to travel and bond a little more. if you want them to visit a special place or to do something in specific, please do tell me :)
Oh, and i am planning another fanfic. it's going to be something related with Higurashi/Umineko; it's not a crossover, but Rika will appear. and maybe a witch, don't know.
Seras got killed by Zorin before she could drink Pip's blood; and because she hadn't drink blood from a human, she can't go to hell, but neither heaven (because she's a vampire, duh) so she has to go back to the day where she first arrives at Hellsing (when she's already a vampire) and survive all those, like what? 6 months? until Millennium battle, and until the end of the 'war'(until dawn). It's going to have different pairings, but i would like to keep it HansxSeras, because damn they are the best couple!... anyway, i hope it sounds good.
Oh, and for the person who asked if Seras still has her shadowy arm. Yes, she still has it, but she can make it look like a normal arm; and she doesn't like to use it a lot because it reminds her of Pip ;_;
"Ve should go to the house now..."
"Sure... hey, mmh... well, before they interrupted us... y-you were saying something. What was it?"Seras asked shyly. Hans had already transformed back to human and had started walking. He turned his head and looked at her. His face completely blank.
"I... I vas going to say that you have to clean the chimney."He smirked, but it quickly disappeared when Seras face saddened.
"Oh... ok..." She looked away, and before he could ask her what was wrong, she was gone.
Seras transported herself back to the city; far away from the woods and Hans. The moment she was solid, she started to cry. Seras was clueless as to why it had affected her so much that Hans dismissed their intimate moment so easily... it wasn't that intimate after all, right? A thing led to another... well, almost...
At least she was fast enough to run away before he saw her crying...
But damn! Why those stupid vampires interrupted them?!... and what the hell was the vampire talking about? Why would she be in heat? Why was he so interested anyway? Are there more vampires from where those came from? Seras took a deep breath, trying to calm her throbbing head.
Seras walked until she reached a park. She took seat on a nearby bench and tried to clear her thoughts. Maybe it was the rejection, to be rejected again. Maybe it was that she didn't have anyone else, she was alone; and losing her only friend... the tears stared to fall freely, but she was silent.
For Seras felt as if were mere minutes the time she spend sulking around in the park. But her watch told her that she had spend a little more than 2 hours. With a more clear head, but not with a less painful heartache; she walked back to the woods, to home.
Hans eyes turned red, looking at the spot were Seras had just disappeared. He turned around sharply and all walked back to their home. He was breathing heavily, and his hands were clenched.
Hans was furious! Furious with those stupid vampires! Furious with Seras for disappearing without further explanation!...But overall, he was furious with himself. Why he was such a coward? Why not tell Seras what he felt for her? He had never been like this! Why now?!...
He punched a tree, making a big hole through the trunk. He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself, what if Seras came back and find him like this? He would certainly scare her, and that's the last thing he wanted to do.
He had saw her expression, he felt her disappointment...
When he finally reached the front door, he noted that it was open. He was sure that he locked it...
Maybe Seras returned already?... should he talk to her? Hans sighed and opened the door.
At the very same moment he crossed the door, Hans was welcomed with a shower of silver bullets. He could hear the empty shells falling from the automatic gun; but besides that, everything else seemed to disappear. The force of the bullets making him stumble backwards; he fell, his body slumping on a nearby wall.
Hans tried to transform, but the silver seemed to melt inside him, mixing with his blood, running through his veins and poisoning him from the inside.
"That was pretty easy..." He looked up to the voice and saw a blurred figure of a woman with red hair.
He snarled and again tried to transform; but only making it through half way of the transformation.
Seras wasn't far away when she heard gunshots inside the house.
When She made to the front yard, a red haired woman with a M-16 automatic rifle was standing in the doorway, pointing the gun at her. The black haired fledgling who shot Hans early was also there.
"Are you th-" The redhead started, but stopped when she saw Seras running in her direction with a mad look in her eyes.
She tried to shot her, but Seras dodged the bullets. The redhead tossed the gun aside, and ran towards Seras, eager to fight with the blonde vampire.
(Buu! another lame fight scene)
Seras gave a flying kick, but the redhead jumped to the side and took Seras leg leg; lifting her in the air an then tossing her to the ground, with such force, that the ground cracked. She tried to punch her in the stomach but Seras rolled to the side, in time to avoid the punch. She quickly got up in a crouch, launching herself to the redhead; claws elongated and ready to strike.
Seras lunged for the face, trying to damage her eyes. redhead staggered backwards, trying to avoid the big claws, But Seras was fast enough and clawed the left side of the redhead face, damaging the left eye.
The redhead staggered backwards; but she quickly stood her ground and recoiled with a punch in Seras right side.
Seras backed away and glared at the vampiress.
"I suppose you are avenging that mock of vampire called Pierre? Tell me, what's your name?" Seras asked in a very calm and nonchalantly tone while smirking, trying to infuriate the vampire.
"The name is Veronica, and you will paid for what you did!"Said vampire stared with visible hate at Seras. If one looked very close, you could see the faintest movement in her lips...she was whispering something, that not even Seras could hear.
The seconds passed and the both of them continued to send hateful glares to each other. But then, the hair of the enemy vampire started to grow; the hair started to move around, as if it had life of its own. Seras watched cautiously but at the same time amazed at the red tendrils growing from the vampire head.
The tendrils grow a good six foot tall until it lashed, trying to grab Seras.
Seras ran and made a move, making it look like if she was going to punch the other vampire, but when the redhead dodged her punch, she ran past her, towards the house.
"Where do you think you are going!?" The voice from the redhead sounded like a thousandth voices speaking in unison.
A tendril reached Seras ankle; pulling her to the ground. Seras felt the skin from her ankle burn, when she looked down to her leg she saw smoke coming out. Her ankle was melting. She screamed in pain but tried to reach for the door; she knew what was she was dealing with, a vampire made by a demon. They were extremely strong but not invincible.
Taking a bench from the front terrace, Seras throw it to the vampire and pushed herself up. She hobbled to the doorway, a heavy scent of fresh blood coming from inside the house.
"Hans!?" she called worriedly. Seras knew it was his blood.
Her suspects were confirmed when she entered the house. Hans was seated on the floor, leaning on the wall, a puddle of blood surrounding him. Seras also noted the strong smell of silver that accompanied the blood.
She stumbled towards Hans, kneeling in front oh him; a worried expression on her face.
"Hans!?" She shook him by the shoulders. Hans opened his eyes tiredly, trying to focus in the voice,
"Hans what happened?! Why are you not healing?!" She started to sound more and more panic. Seras was so focus on helping Hans, that she didn't notice that Veronica hadn't follow her inside, and instead she had started to set fire to the house.
"Are you sure it's a good idea to just burn them? What if they survive?" Pierre's fledgling asked meekly to Veronica.
"I had put enough silver in the wolf-man to make silverware set, my dear Lucille; and if she survives the fire, then the sun will finish the job." Veronica smirked and turned, leaving the house and its occupants to turn into ashes.
Inside, Seras was removing the silver bullets out of Hans chest, but he was still not healing, she noticed the trails of silver coming out of the wounds. Those damn bullets were filled with liquid silver! She was scared, she didn't know what to do! She put her bloodied hands on her face and started to sob, without caring if the remaining silver in Hans blood burned her face.
Hans, with the little strength he had left, grabbed Seras wrist, pulling her hands out of her face. He had smelled the gasoline and he knew that it was a matter of time fore the house to collapse. It may not kill Seras... but it may be enough to kill him, the silver spreading fast.
"Seras... bite me..."
It her a few moments to calm herself and figure it out why he wanted her to bite him. Right! She could suck the liquid silver out of him. Even if it hurt like hell, she was in better shape than Hans and she was not going to swallow it anyway.
She quickly sank her fangs in Hans chest, it was an awkward position and she blushed a little of the thought of being so close to a half naked Hans. She kicked herself mentally for thinking in something like that in moment like this, Hans could die if she didn't act fast.
Seras was in his second wound when the smell of the burning wood hit her nostrils. She sniffed around and looked behind her. The kitchen was completely on fire! How could she had not noticed that? It was matter of time before the fire reached them, so Seras took Hans and tried to drag him outside; But when she tried to open the door, the knob was boiling hot; she tried to tackle the door, a big rumble noise on the other way was her answer. The terrace was destroyed, blocking the front door.
"Goddamnit!" Seras kicked the door and looked around, trying to find another way out. The kitchen was already destroyed and that's were the other door was... the only option was to enter the basement. She quickly made her way back to Hans and lifted him by the shoulders.
She dragged both of them (Her ankle wasn't healing fast because of the silver) to the basement door. She walked through the corridor, and descended the stairs, until she reached her room. Once inside, she put Hans in her coffin and resumed her 'healing' in Hans.
It took two or three hours for the fire to finally consume everything and die. In that time Seras had been sucking the silver out of Hans chest; almost swallowing it several times. When she finally finished, the both of them were sick and needed a good night (day) of sleep and a meal. She had used her Shadows to prevent the room from collapsing; right now they were trapped until night, when Seras felt less need to sleep and had cured her mouth, throat and ankle completely. Seras climbed inside her coffin, curling besides Hans, hugging him close to her. She then took the lit of her coffin and closed it, joining Hans in the land of dreams.
The next night, Hans woke up with an horrible pain in his chest and a horrible urge to vomit. His throat was dry and he couldn't feel half of his body. Why did he felt so sick?.. oh yes, the bullets...and red hair...and Seras.
"Seras!"
He tried to sit up, but the sudden movement made his head spin; he was throw back to bed by the pain in his nape.
Where is Seras? He had heard her screaming his name, she sounded so worried and desperate. And then he had smelled the fire... the old wood succumbing to the flames. Where is he? Everything is dark and small... A coffin? Is he dead?...
"...Hans?" A soft feminine voice called him. He let out a sigh of relieve, she was fine...
He winced when Seras put a hand in his chest, the wounds weren't as bad as they were the night before, but they were still sore. Seras noticed this but did took her hand away, she was inspecting if he was healing right, it was pure luck that none of the bullets had hit him in the heart or the head. That certainly would had killed him. Seras felt a knot in her gut when the thought of Hans dying came to her mind. Unconsciously, she hugged him closer.
It was then that Hans realized that Seras had sleep all day beside him...
"Hans... How are you feeling?" Seras voice was soothing to his throbbing head, but it sounded sleepy and tired.
"Mein head und chest hurts... but it could be vorse."
"You know?.. I thought you were going to die..." Seras face was downcast, she was still holding his arm tightly.
Hans was surprised by Seras confession. But, true to be told, he too would had been worried if Seras got hurt in any way; they just had each other after all...
"They caught me off guard... It von't happen again." Hans reassured her, a firm determination in his voice.
Hans closed his eyes and tried to relax; using telepathy to speak was normal to him, he had grown accustomed over the years, but right now his head was in pain; even thinking made his head dizzy with pain, he just wanted to sleep some more.
"Hans?" Seras called again.
"Ja?"
"do- do you like me?" Seras tried to hide her flushed face from Hans by sinking her head further into his arm.
Hans knew what was she talking about, but decided to feign ignorance; he wanted to know if she was serious...
"Ja, vhy I wouldn't like you? You are a good friend. Mein only friend..."
Friend? Seras thought sourly. So she was just a friend?... no, this would not stop her; she had to know if Hans felt the same way, if he wasn't toying with her... she had to know! Even if she got rejected again!
"No Hans... I mean, in the other way... you- you know, like a girlfriend?" Seras gathered all the courage in her being and looked up to Hans face. He was looking at her with wide eyes, his face was completely red.
The time seemed to stop for both when their eyes met. Seras was fearful, but when she looked into his eyes, hope sparkled in her. Hans was surprised by how bold Seras was being with her feelings...she was always cheerful and outgoing, but when things got serious she seemed to have a hard time in expressing how she felt; all the time she hided herself behind a smile...always joking and acting as if she didn't care about the world...like, if everything was pink.
Of course he knew all of this because he suffered the same thing...he just hid it a lot more different then her; since Millennium captured him he decided to shield his true self from the outside world. Trying to not feel empathy for nothing or no one, just waiting for the day of his freedom; praying that all those people he killed , will forgive him one day.
After a few minutes, Hans answered.
"Yes." It was quick, but not rushed. It was short, but not sharp. But overall, it was what Seras wanted to hear.
Before Hans could ask her the same thing; Seras was already kissing him. It was a hungry and passionate kiss, and in the throes of passion, she cut Hans lower lip; although, he didn't seem to mind.
Even thought the kiss started abruptly and in a fast pace; it ended slow and gentle...
Seras sighed dreamily, her eyes still closed. Hans opened his, and tried to stroke Seras cheek, but he couldn't reach her, he couldn't really move much they were still crumpled in the coffin.
"I guess I have to get us out of here." She chuckled, starting to disappear through the lid, but not before giving Hans a light peck on the lips.
Hans was beyond surprised by the sudden change in Seras mood. Tho, he wasn't complaining; no, all the contrary. He too was happy... after all that time longing to confess his feelings to her, and be reciprocated; And he loved to see Seras happy, genuinely happy.
He could hear Seras moving the burned remains of the house. Seconds later, she opened the lid.
Hans couldn't help but to stare at Seras. The light of the moon was hitting her back, giving the illusion that she had a white aura around her. The left shadowy arm was moving around, and her eyes were a blood red. All of this making her look, like a damned angel.
But the spell was broken, when big gray clouds covered the moon. Seconds later, tiny drops of water started to fall.
Hans got out of the coffin with the help of Seras, who now was looking up to the sky; still smiling happily. The light rain, was rapidly becoming a downpour, but Seras seemed to be enjoying it.
But then, she remembered the house...or what was left of the house. She looked around the debris and sighed tiredly; It's going to be a pain in the ass to find a new house as good as the last one in the countryside. And they couldn't forget about the vampire coven, those idiots thought that a simple fire and some silver bullets could kill them. They needed to do something about it.
"We should start to look for a place to stay..." Hans put his hand in her shoulder and smiled lightly, trying to comfort her. Seras smiled back and hugged Hans from his waist; transporting them to the city.
After some hunting and pickpocketing they were able to pay for an Hotel room. The whole reception thing was really awkward for Seras. When She was paying for the room the desk clerk had asked if they wanted one or two beds, and Seras didn't know what to answer.
They had kissed...so they were like boyfriends now, right? And seriously, Seras didn't mind sharing a bed with Hans, all the opposite. But maybe Hans would think that she wanted to do 'that'! So she decided against sharing a bed and choose two beds. All the way, from the lobby to the room, Seras was still blushing. It was just too early to even think of that.
Hans, on the other hand, was completely ignorant of Seras dilemma, He was busy in thinking how to track down that redhead and make her pay for destroying their house and hurting Seras. And also, he was mad with himself for being so careless and let them beat him so easy... was he getting old? The worst thing was Seras worried face...
"Hans?" They had arrived at the room and Seras was lying on the bed; Hans had ordered a roasted chicken and was in mid bite when Seras called him.
"Ja?"
"Do you like Paris?" Seras was looking at the ceiling, deep in thought.
"Ja... vhy? You don't like Paris?" He raised an eyebrow in question.
"No... it's not that... it's just that, well, I always wanted to travel; to know the world... That was the original plan when I left Hellsing..." Seras sighed and turned over her side,her back facing him.
Hans tensed at the mention of Hellsing, he knew it was a delicate subject for Seras.
"So you vant to leave Paris?" Hans frowned and looked at her; did she wanted to leave him? But what about the kiss?...
"Yes..." Seras turned, facing him. A warm smile in her face; she knew what Hans was thinking. "But I want you to come. Would you come with me?" Seras sat up and looked pleadingly at Hans.
"Ja." He gave her a cheeky smirk, all worries vanished. He turned to the table to continue eating. "Vhere vould you like to go?"
Seras squeaked in excitement. Finally, after years of being tied to her duty at Hellsing, she was free of doing what she pleased!... an with a person she cared.
"Oh! I always wanted to travel to India! And wear a green saree! And Russia, and even Germany! I even have a-... I had a list of things to do..." Seras huffed and pouted. The fire had consumed all of her things... She gasped, she remembered the lovely peachy dress that it had been a gift from Integra.
"Germany?" He immediately tensed. Half of his face was covered with his bangs, his mood seemed to change dramatically at the mention of his home country.
That place, Germany... it brought him so much memories, the whole country was flooded with remainders of the Nazi regimen... His past, a past that he so desperately wanted to forget.
Seras gasped, realizing her mistake.
"B-but I like more India... we can go to India.. or Russia!"
Seeing that she got no response from Hans, Seras stood and walked towards Hans. She took his chin in her hands and lifted his head. She leaned and kissed him on the lips.
After that, Seras guided him to the bed, she lay down next to him, hugging him. The rest of the night Hans said nothing more, he just enjoyed Seras embrace; wishing, that could stay like this forever.
Oh yeah, kiss time