The night was a beautiful night. The huge full moon hung in the sky beaming brilliant white light down upon London and Seras gleefully jumped rooftop to rooftop. Soon she would arrive at her destination was a seedy night club known as The Vaults for some FREAK vampires had decided it would be a fun place to terrorize.
Soon Miss Victoria arrived at The Vaults. The heavy base music thumped and innocent bystanders screamed as their fellow innocent bystanders were made bystanders no more. Seras smashed through the clubs skylight drawing the attention of the clubs inhabitant vampires.
The red strobe lighting was extremely distracted, but fitting given the situation. Seras drew the new 'Überwald' pistols Victor had gone to the trouble of custom making for her and he was right the new pistols were far superior to any rifle in close quarters combat.
One of the clubs inhabitants made a lunge at Seras, but was stopped in mid-air one of her silver tupped uranium cored bullets travelled between the man's eyes. More vampires moved toward her but a swift roundhouse kick to all their heads stopped that.
Continuous gun fire filled the club as Seras duel-wielded the pistols sending chunks of decaying ghouls in all direction. Finally the leader confronted her. He was a heavy set man, and blood stained from his mouth all the way down to his waist. He would be no match for the power of the true Nosferatu.
After delivering a sharp boot to the head of the leader, once again Seras opened fire with her new pistols. After the leaders head exploded when high calibre silver tipped uranium cored entered its skull, Seras caught wind of something that wasn't right.
It was normal for the air to be full of the intoxicating crimson sent of a certain thick red bodily fluid, or the less appetizing smell of vampire flesh catalysing with silver; smouldering away in the background. No this smell was different, it was hard to place. It was a sent she recognised, but only once. In fact something about the entire fight had been off. Something that made neck hairs raise. Had she been watched? It was of coarse normal for Integra to send someone to secretly examine her work, but they were easily detected. Could it be Integra herself? Although Integra could and had watched Seras at work without her knowledge it wasn't something she would normally do. Integra new Seras was quite a lot more human than her predecessor, and for the most part did exactly as instructed as cleanly as possible.
It could be the assailant, monitoring Seras, analysing her abilities in hand to hand combat, preparing for their next encounter. Seras stood there and thought for quite some time. Exactly why were they trying to get rid of this assailant, surely someone of their particular skillset would be invaluable to hellsing. So far they hadn't injured anyone not involved with the vampires. Perhaps Sir Integra new more about this than she was willing to say. Though it seemed more likely she knew it wouldn't be long before it switched sides, but there wouldn't be any more time for Seras to ponder. The hellsing mop up crews would be here soon, and Integra would be waiting for her report, so she disappeared into the night, enjoining the pale light that the moon provided. The London nightlife pressed on, hardy noticing the disappearance of a seedy night club.
Seras hurried back to the Hellsing manor, the night was still young and if she could make her report quick she would be able to enjoy basking in the moonlight on the London skyline for many more hours before the dawn came. Her report was made quick and precise, not leaving out a detail, even the off feeling she had during the incident.
Finally she could be left to her own devices, the moonlight rooftops of London. Funny over a year ago Seras wouldn't have considered the moon beautiful. It was just a hunk of dusty rock in the sky, but now it was amazing. Some nights it was yellow, some nights a ghostly pale white, on rare occasions it was blue, but rarest of all was when the moon shone red. Yes the nights when the moon shone red. They were indescribable. Everything bathed in the delicious crimson moonlight. There was a downside though; nights with a crimson moon were not peaceful ones. For it was all vampires that enjoyed them; the red moon brought out ferocity and zeal in vampires. Unfortunately for Integra this was especially true in the case of Seras. Those nights reminded her of just how close she could be to Alucard. Still they were few and far between.