A/N: New chapter. Again, critical reviews are enjoyed, though I do enjoy all reviews.
Vlad looked up at the grand manor with an odd sense of gloating which went along the rather childish lines of: 'Hah, my home is bigger.' Though, he did have to admit, it wasn't an unattractive looking place. Large, but not overly so, with that sense of the traditionally English that old manors in this country often had. It was nice enough, just what he thought the home of an inherited vampire slayer slash the main headquarters for their slaying organisation might look like.
They really needed to do something about their security though, anyone could just slip inside.
"... I just want to know two vampires would be hunting another one of their kind!" The now familiar voice of Selene Hellsing snapped. Vlad smirked slightly, walking quietly into the room to observe the situation. "We had all three within our grasps and we let them free! Worse, we harmed innocents!" She gave an exasperated sigh, slumping down behind her desk. "It is my job, no, my duty to protect the citizens of these Isles, but how can I do that if my men keep ..." she sighed again, obviously fighting to keep herself from saying what she truly wanted to. "Dismissed."
"Ma'am, Selene," the solider said, stepping forward, his voice strangling out her name in what was meant to be an impassioned plea. "You have to stop running yourself into the ground like this..."
"Jones, when I say dismissed that does not, in any way, give you permission to lecture me!" Selene snapped once more. "Now, once again, Private Jones, you are dismissed," she said, glaring at the man, Jones. Jones started back at her, a small twitch in his lower jaw muscles.
"Ma'am," he said through gritted teeth, turning to leave. He paused, seeing Vlad leaning against the doorway, an easy, condescending smirk on his face. Within seconds his gun was pointed on the vampire. "Who are you and what is your business here?"
"Oh? Did I interrupt a little party?" Vlad asked, reaching forward and pushing on the gun so that it was facing the ground. "Word of advice, don't point one of those unless you're completely sure it'll actually kill the creature you're facing," Vlad advised, speaking in the manner he did to Barry and Jack when they were being particularly annoying. It seemed to work, for a disgusted scowl appeared on Jones' face. "These little toys don't do much damage."
"Those 'little toys' as you so eloquently put it," Selene called over, watching the pair with keen, slightly calculating eyes, "are specially designed AK-47's, for the certain nature of taking down vampires, and other such demons. That particular one, that Jones is using, fires bullets made from a melted down cross from St Paul's Cathedral. Blessed by the Archbishop of course." Vlad found himself wanting to step back, if only just slightly, but fought the urge. Never back down to the enemy, because you never could be sure what was a bluff, and what was real. "May I ask what you're doing at my home?"
"Division of information," Vlad replied, pushing by Jones, who scowled once more before leaving the room. He had been dismissed twice already after all. "I have information you want, and," he paused, looking round at the room. "I'll deny I ever said this, but I need help."
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"So they're war veterans?" Selene said, finally lifting her pen from the notes she had begun frantically scribbling, "from the... what war was this?" she asked, looking over at Vlad.
"Războiul de lupi, de moarte, de vânători, şi că ceea ce le uneşte," Vlad said quickly. "The war of the wolves, the dead, the hunters and that which unites them," he offered as a translation. "Basically all out war between werewolves, vampires, slayers, and hybrids. All ordered by Clan Elders, completely out with any sort of reasonable control," he hastened to add. "Melech and Strigoi answer directly to the Elders of their clan, and they've got a hit out on me."
"What makes you so special?" Selene asked, her eyes narrowing at Vlad slightly. He shrugged.
"The Elders take offence to the smallest thing," he said. "I could have just sneezed the wrong way for all I know." Selene stared at him for a few minutes longer, not giving any clues as to whether or not she believed him. "I'll give you the help you need, if you help me find out why they want me dead." There was a silence.
"Deal."