Misiunea Unei Regine

Ketti:*dances around with a kitten print scarf* Huh? What? Nothing to see here! Move along!

Seras woke (from dreams of blood and bullets, and living shadows that caressed the skin so softly, yet left oozing welts in their wake, and hypnotic ginger eyes that swirled with the flames of Hell itself) groggily to the sound of her roomie tramping around and grumbling loudly about 'bloody lazy gits' (about herself, she was sure) and complaining about the time. The time? Oh shit, the time!

Her eyes flew open and she was about to jerk upright and bash her head on the coffin lid when she realized she couldn't move. There was a heavy weight oressed into her side and tangling her legs. Blinking blearily, she craned her head up at an awkward angle to stare down at the figure of her Master (in only his sleek leather pants and white under shirt) in her coffin, face buried in her breasts (she blushed) and left leg entwined with her own. Her brow twitched. She alternately wanted to pet his raven locks and fall back into the tempting embrace of sleep, or scream bloody murder and kick him in the fucking crotch. Deciding to do netiher, she wiggled and attempted to focus on her powers.

Alucard's arms wrapped tighter around her waist as her darkness flared outward and set to work on making her form intangible. Whatsherface's footsteps drew closer to the bed, and Seras' face scrunched in an effort to phase upward through the layers of wood and padding. God, why wasn't it working?

Her Master growled low in his throat and the vibration tickled (she had to bite back a moan, damnit) before she realized what the issue was and her shadows ensnared the much bigger male with her to float up onto the bed above. Her eyes fluttered open a second later just in time for the brunette to rip the curtain aside, a snide expression on her face, "Get the fuck up! Or you'll be late and I'll get penali-...What the FUCK?!" She screamed the last word as her green eyes caught sight of the six foot something male tangled up in bed with the blonde.

"Who the fuck is that? WHY IS HE IN MY ROOM? How the fuck did you get him past campus secuirty? Why didn't I hear him come in? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU WHORE?!" Bitchy McFace shrieked as she stared down at the (undead) duo on the bed. Seras grit her teeth, ears beginning to ring painfully from the girl's shrill tones, when she felt her Master stir. "You, girl, are far too loud." Alucard growled, voice deep and threatening as he levered himself up from the comfortable pillow of Seras' breasts to stare the screaming bitch down. (Fortunately she was too busy throwing a fit to notice his creepy eyes.) "Master..." Seras began, fingers twitching. She didn't need this shit, damnit!

"What did you just say?" Bitchy McFace squalled, poisonous green gaze flickering between the two, seemingly torn at who she should hate more.

Alucard bared his teeth in a vicious sneer and Whatsherface backed up with a nervous jerk. "It's not nice to cast stones," he cooed, ignoring the increasingly powerful tugs on his shirt collar from Seras' attempt to draw him away from this confrontation. "When you are as loose as the whore of Babylon. It's like throwing a hotdog down a hallway now, isn't it?" He mocked, and a black chuckle gurgled up his throat, setting alarm bells off in Seras' head to end this. Now.

"Master, please." Seras called, yanking him down forcefully and grunting with the effort. Her left arm began to throb and she could feel the tendrils oozing around the edge of her sleeve, and she knew the color would be bleeding out of it like a sickness.

Whatsherface, apparently unable to comprehend the invective spewing from the man-on-the-bed's lips, stared wide eyed at Seras. "You said it again. Master? What the fuck? Is this some kind of sick sex thing you do? You fucking slut!"

Seras' face reddened and she glared at her roommate hatefully, her contacts almost having no effect, making her eyes gleam red. "I for one wouldn't be talking if I were you, you're just angry because you can't sneak anymore of your manwhores in here because I'm here, and don't try to deny it, I can smell them all over this place and you." Seras growled, still absentmindedly trying to pull her Sire away from the scene by his collar.

"What?!" Whatserface spluttered, face going purple with rage. Her dull human teeth gritted together, and she sneered hatefully at the pair before grabbing her bag and turning on her heel to storm from the room and slam the door, shouting over her shoulder. "Don't choke on his cock so long you're late for class, cuntrag!"

Seras stared at the door for a moment, emotions writhing chaotically, before she burst into a fit of near hysterical laughter. "Cuntrag?" She repeated amidst her giggles. Her Master snorted his own amusement, quite content now that the harpy was gone to resume his place in his Childe's breasts. He allowed himself to flop down under the force of her tugging, and grinned up at her toothily, a Cheshire Cat smile.

Seras made an 'oof' and her shoulders were thrown back into their position on the bed and she grumbled when she felt Alucard's arms wrap tight around her. "Master," she protested, "I have to go to class soon." She tried to push him off and get herself off the bed, but it was impossible with all his weight on her and he mumbled something about a 'beam' before she gave up, completely flopping herself onto the bed and wrapping her arms loosely over the back of his neck. "Fine, but only another hour." He was lucky that she could easily persuade the teachers into forgiving her.

He chuckled quietly into her breasts and she couldn't help but run her fingers through the soft strands of his hair as she felt her eyelids grow heavier and sleep tugged at her.

'This is obscenely comfortable.' She thought groggily, a grin tugging at her lips as she dozed.

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Her internal clock jangled in alarm, and she jerked awake, nearly cracking her nose on the lid of her coffin (when did they get back in there,,?) as she realized a couple of things; A - she had missed both homeroom and trig (no big loss, really), B - she would be late for her history class if she didn't leave right then and most importantly... C - she was fucking starving. (Excuse her French, heh, Pip would have surely hit her for that.)

Groaning miserably, she rolled out of the loose hold her Sire had on her, phasing directly through the wood to flop on the open floor of her shared room for a moment, staring at the ceiling, and wishing she could get more sleep. Stumbling to her feet like a drunk, she opened her (locked) mini fridge and tore into a blood bag ravenously. Her eyes flamed and the contacts did nothing to hide their red glow as she growled and retrieved a second, and then a third. Finally, the burning in her throat abated and the ache in her teeth dulled as her fangs withdrew. Being up in the daytime was exhausting, and made her twice as hungry. Damn.

Rubbing her face agitatedly, she glared at the inky cast to her left arm, shaking it and concentrating to bring back the more human peach tone. 'I'm tired...'

But she was on a mission, and that meant going to class. Scrunching her face in distaste, she turned back to retrieve her backpack and met the ginger gaze of Alucard as he poked his head out of the middle of her mattress, watching her. "I'm going to class, Master. You can stay and sleep here if you want. Bye!" She rambled as she jogged out of the room, not giving him a chance to reply before bolting down the stairs (and almost tripping, ugh, she wasn't built for daytime work...) just in time for the bell to ring for the end of first period. Students poured into the hallway, and she dropped gratefully into anonymity as she made her way to her second class.

Seras' history teacher was hunched over the desk in front of the room, a large history book in between her arms and she read from the book, trying to add excitements to her voice, "In October 2011, Prince Charles publicly claimed that he was a descendant of Vlad the Impaler. The claim accompanied his announcement of a pledge to help conserve the forested areas of Transylvania. Many historians were baffled by such a claim and looked back into his family history, going back many generations, and along the way came to the conclusion that the direct descendants of Vlad Tepes were one in the same direct descendants of Elizabeth Bathory."

Seras was almost asleep listening to her teacher drone on and on until she was jerked awake by the name 'Bathory'. She'd read about the Bloody Countess many times, so many myths surrounding her existence and even her death. But as she thought about what the teacher had said, it took awhile for the information to sink in. According to this book (that was mostly wrong, mind you.) Vlad the Impaler and Elizabeth Bathory's bloodlines had mixed. Whether it was those two themselves that.. created such a bloodline, it was lost to Seras' sudden jealousy. Her fingers dug into the side of her desk, and she had to fight the urge to let her claws grow, and she pursed her lips to hide her slightly larger then normal fangs.

Her roommate (Seras hadn't realized she was even there) shot her a 'double ewe tee eff, mate?' look and scooted her desk away when she heard the sound of the cracking wood. To Seras' left her other row mate did the same, refusing to look at the blonde freak. Seras couldn't bring herself to care, so caught up in the throes of jealously.

Had her Master...

She couldn't even finish the thought as her eyes flamed behind her contacts, and she dipped her head down to hide the glow with her bangs as she struggled to get a grip on herself. She tasted acid on her tongue and her fingers curled tighter, digging ruts in the poor desk, her surroundings vanishing in the midst of her mental struggle.

'Police Girl...' Her Master's voice cooed in her head and she could almost feel his hot breath on her shoulder as he inhaled her scent, nose pressed to her throat. 'Are you jealous?' He hissed, and she quivered as his mind caressed her own, sucking up to darker emotions greedily like a starving man. 'It tastes delicious.'

Seras felt a snarl crawling up her throat and she began to shake with the effort of holding it back (and she could feel that her left arm was beginning to lose its shape) she had to get control of herself. Now.

She gathered all her negative emotions and hissed mentally at her Sire as she flung them at him like a whip, forcing them down his metaphysical throat with a manic grin that, were it to be seen by any of her classmates, would have sent any mortal bolting for their lives. As she did so she felt her shoulders relax and she looked up, a calm mask painted across her pale features. She could see, out of the corners of her eyes, the other students shooting her wary looks but the teacher remained oblivious and droning on about some completely inaccurate fact twisted by the sore loser of the territory dispute.

Alucard groaned throatily in her ear as he swallowed the bitter cocktail of malicious thoughts as though it were the sweetest of ambrosias. Seras' brow twitched a bit and she fought to ignore him. It was futile.

'Bathory, hm? I haven't thought about her in centuries...' He mused, and she stiffened in outrage.

'Then it's true?' She hissed back at him, this time keeping her clenching fists in her lap to avoid further destruction of school property. The acid taste returned to her tongue, thick and choking.

'Now, now, I never said that.' He mocked, taunting her with the unsaid words of 'I never denied it either' that she could practically taste on his lips.

'Is it?' She demanded tersley. Eyes blazing. (God, what was wrong with her?)

'Your eyes are so beautiful when they burn with rage, Police Girl. It's a shame you've covered them with those contacts.' He crooned, ignoring her question completely and running phantom fingers through her hair.

If she were not in a room full of ignorant mortals, she would have jerked her head up and snapped her teeth at his incorporeal hand, hoping to draw phantom blood. She grit her teeth, and winced as the elongated daggers of her blood teeth sawed into her lower lip.

'Drink it.' He hissed viciously into her head then as the blood welled up in her mouth. His mind beat against hers, crushing her will with his. (Did the last thirty years mean nothing?) She wanted to refuse.

He snarled and she felt an insubstantial hand clamp around her chin, jerking her head up awkwardly while the other settled around her waist possessively. She shuddered, and swallowed the sweet-sour taste of her own blood, eyes fluttering shut.

'Yesss...' His hiss tore her from her trance and she opened her eyes hurriedly to pretend at paying attention, though by now it was a lost cause. She might need to do a mass mind fucking to keep her cover if her Sire kept up his agressive interactions. (To be fair, she had done most of the acting out herself.)

Just then the bell rang for the end of second period and Seras jumped as though she had been shocked. Biting her lip even harder (and moaning under her breath at the renewed flow of blood over her tongue) she gathered her things and bolted from the room at as human a pace as she could manage as she fled to the girls bathroom for some privacy.

It was only as the door closed behind her and she felt the extreme emptiness of the room that she realized she made a dreadful mistake. Within seconds a thick black shadow oozed down the wall and encircled her feet, the runes on her Sire's gloves glowing brightly as he pulled himself from the puddle in a grotesquely luxurious manner. She stared, and then backed up, hitting the wall. His burning ginger gaze bored into her and she swallowed the lingering traces of copper on her tongue as he advanced on her with a hungry, intent stare.

The woman who-did-not-deserve-a-name decided that it was the perfect chance to trail her 'roomie' and find out how she got that man in her room, or some other secret that would send the gossipers into a gossip frenzy.

She noticed with delight that the bathroom door was slightly ajar, and immediately stuck her nosey face into the crack, getting enough vision to see Seras backing up against the tile with a terrified look in her brown-no, red, eyes. She brushed off the though of her eyes being red as she wondered what the bitch was so scared of, and a few seconds later the man from the dorm room came into her sight and she had to stop herself from gasping.

Still deeming herself uncaught, she focused back on the couple and noticed the man had trapped the blonde against the tile and stuffed his face in the crook of the girl's neck and breathed very deep it seemed. She could hear mumbling, like he was whispering something, but she didn't catch what the se-scary man was saying. But only a few minutes later the man turned to her and looked her straight in the eyes, and she noticed with abject horror that his eyes were burning, glowing red as she backed away from the opening and bolted back down the hall.

Seras backed up in horror as her Master cornered her in the bathroom, also realizing he'd put a block on her powers. She was unable to phase, and in her scared state missed the presence of the human looking through the crack in the door.

Seras was pressed tightly against the wall and tried to ignore the delightful feeling of her Sire's canines pressed into her skin as he whispered something along the lines of 'delicious', and tried not to groan in frustration when he removed his head from her neck to look at the door, where she saw green eyes flash and disappear down the hall.

"Ma-... Wh- Nng!" She couldn;t finish her half babbled question as his fangs sunk into her flesh. She tensed, back arching, before going limp, shivers and goosebumps rippling along her skin. Oh... God... Yesss...

'Your roommate is nosey, Police Girl. Deal with it.' He murmured into her head, and she nodded dazedly, eyes glazed as she listened to the sounds of him devouring her blood. It was surprisingly sensual, and she felt a ball of fire ignite in her stomach.

What felt like an eternity but could surely be no more than a minute later, her Sire withdrew, chuckling breathily - the cool air tickling her sensitized skin - as he kept her upright with an arm around her waist. "Still jealous, Police Girl?" He cooed before dematerializing, leaving her slumped against the wall between the sinks, her skin a little more pale than it was before entering, and a pink flush to her cheeks as she panted for breath.

A few odd looks later and the Draculina realized that her Master had seemingly forgotten to hide his bite marks, and there was one messed up looking hickey on her neck. (In the student's point of view, anyway) She groaned and tried to hide the marks with the collar of her shirt, almost running into a wall in distraction, also remembering her sudden hate for walking as she flew down the stairs in a blur, ignoring the glares and phasing through the floor in one of the halls while not realizing it, and she was oblivious to the green pair of eyes widening at the sight as she flew to her class she was determined not to be late to.

Seras made it to English with seconds to spare and mimicked her teacher in a haughty cat walk to her chair in the very far back of the room.

Seras found that she just could not concentrate on whatever bullshit the slu-...teacher was spewing. Besides, she'd learned this before. Allowing her mind to wander, her eyes did the same, taking in her fellow classmates with a lazy curiosity. Sickeningly, she could tell not a single one was a virgin. Crinkling her nose, she shifted slightly to edge out of the approaching beam of sunlight's path.

Why oh why had she taken a daylight mission? Groaning internally, she pretended to take notes, while actually drawing a pair of hypnotic eyes she would have colored red if she had her pens with her. She thought it was a rather nice doodle, if she did say so herself.

When the bell rang sh gathered her stuff, and then stopped when she realized it was lunch period. Ugh. Hm... She considered going to the library early, but a warning twinge in her brain told her that her Master did not approve of her decision. 'Fine!' She snapped silently, and grouchily made her way to the courtyard to find the deepest shade she could to sit and eavesdrop on the petty teenage conversations around her, failing to notice Bitchy McFace skulking with her friends around the corner, staring and whispering.

Seras went through a few more minutes – that felt like hours – of listening to uninteresting details of all the women's sex lives before she heard even an inkling of information that might be useful. She'd noticed first that one of the chick's head moved about side to side (she was in back of them) as if she was looking for a sign of any eavesdroppers, and Seras stepped back farther into the shadows of the trees to listen intently.

"I heard David is holding a meeting tomorrow night.." She whispered to her friends, still looking about uneasily and Seras' head perked in interest. A moment later she continued, "He said he could help us.. I think we should go." The teenager seemed to be the ringleader of the group, as the rest of them just nodded with smiles on their faces.

Before Seras could get another word out of them, the lunch bell rang. The girls scattered and Seras cursed silently before pulling on her backpack and making her way to the library with a groan. Maybe she'd catch more whispers in study hall.

As it turned out, no such thing happened. It was eerily quiet and Seras easily finished her assignments in the hour spent inside rather than out cavorting in the sun. She was bored to tears for the next half hour, and spent some time reading until the next bell rang and it was time for her final class of the day. Oh joy.

Seras took advantage of her inhuman speed to get to her science class in time and plopped into her seat without a sound, keeping her eyes away from the teacher. Because Seras wasn't too practiced when it came to her mind control, some tended to slip and recall the event of her being 'all creepy' as they liked the describe it. Seras was good with watching the area around her and setting up defenses, but she wasn't practiced enough in mind probing and mind control. Which of course was another reason she couldn't just simply stick her mind into someone else's to get information. It could make them suddenly pass out or be totally aware of a foreign entity in their mind, and while she didn't know who the threat was, it was a bad idea to alert anyone that might be who she is searching for.

It was about a half hour into class before she keenly heard one of the students throw down their pencils in frustration, and looked up through her bangs to see the girl's hand in the air, waving it about like a maniac. The teacher's brow twitched before she gave any indication she was paying attention to the students and curtly nodded to the girl. "You look pretty old," the teacher's brow twitched again in annoyance, "can you tell us anything about the Fall of England thirty years ago? My parents won't tell me anything about it."

The teacher cringed in her seat and looked as if she'd just ignore the question all together when five other students jumped up in their seats and demanded answers as well. It seemed that they all had been deprived of so-called 'answers', and they threw questions out faster then the teacher's brow could twitch. "Was it true that the Nazi's were all VAMPIRES?!", "Was it true that the Queen took on one with her bare hands?!", "Is it true that vampires SAVED US?!" and other questions of the same category.

Seras stayed quiet and observed the situation. She'd never known what the public's excuse was for the War. She'd never paid any attention, and its not like these teenagers would know that one of their 'saviors' were in that very classroom with them, and very much a vampire.

"Tch," The teacher scoffed, "There's no such thing as vampires, young ones. I worked with cops for the whole first part of my life, and I ain't never seen one, only people with fucked up heads. You know they told us it was Hitler's son who organized the human Nazi's for revenge." This 'answer' brought a whole other onslaught of questions like, "Why revenge on England? What's so special about them?" she heard one say in the back, speaking as if she didn't currently live in England herself.

The teacher sputtered, "Now why in the hell would I know that? Get back to work!" And all the students groaned and went back to their work sadly.

Seras hid a smile, biting her lip to prevent herself from asking her own question that would draw too much attention. Finally, class was over, and she bolted before the teacher had a chance to hold her back a second time, she really wasn't sure how much mind fucking one human could take before it either broke them or had no affect.

On her way to the dorms to drop her backpack off, she caught a flicker of movement from the corner of her eye and turned. Whatserface was scurrying around the corner, looking suspicious. Seras glanced around herself before melting into the wall and following her curiously. Bitchy McFace had said something earlier that might be a lead, and hell, she had nothing better to do anyways.

Seras oozed through the walls and floor, tracking her errant roomie easily enough, and finding her way into an empty classroom where Bitchy was meeting with another girl she thought she recognized from the group talking about some type of meeting later. "And it was really freaky!"

The other girl, a red head, looked at Whatserface solemnly for a moment before nodding and Seras wondered what she missed before she got there. "I believe you. C'mon, let's get out of here before anyone sees us." The two girls left and Seras had the strangest feeling that the ginger girl had known she was there. How... odd.

'Well, that was a bit of a bust.'

'Indeed. Now get your shapely posterior back here, Police Girl and call Integra.' Her Master's voice cooed into her head, making huer jump slightly.

Seras, feeling a bit childish, decided to take refuge on the roof of the school, fishing her cell phone out of her bag and dialing the direct line with the surety of long practice.

She wondered, as the phone rang, how long it would take her Master to ambush her up here where there were no witnesses. She felt a smirk tug her lips at denying him, yet obeying at the same time. She was calling Sir Integra, after all, just taking liberties with what he deemed 'back here'. Heh.

Her Master's Master picked up with a tired tone of hello, and Seras had to stop herself from giggling. "I've called to report, sir." she explained, waiting for Integra's mind to clear up a bit. She must have been taking a nap. On an off note, Seras worried about this. As Integra had gotten older, she's been taking more and more naps. And Seras' fear of Integra taking a nap and not waking up again planted itself inside her once more. But this wasn't the time for such worrisome thoughts, she was on a mission.

"I have a possible lead about a man named David. And I could've swore someone sensed my presence today, when I was hidden in the walls." She reported easily, stretching her legs out underneath her to stretch them across the roof until she heard her Master's boots clonk on the roof behind her and she felt a distinctive weight settle next to her.

"You have always been the best with stealth, I'd say even better then your master, so that is quite odd. No one should have been able to sense you. What is that blockhead doing, anyways? I hadn't seen a hair of him yesterday and I'm sure he didn't tell you he is banned from his blood for a few days. Little bugger." Integra grumbled.

Seras was startled by this new bit of information, wondering if that was the only reason he stuck to her like glue yesterday. "No, he hadn't told me. I apologize Sir, I gave him some of my blood." Integra sighed on the other line, "Don't worry about it servant, I'll have to punish him some other way."

Seras felt a distinct wave of amusement coming from the man perched on the roof alongside her, and her lips twitched. She wanted to elbow him, but refrained, for now.

She felt him shifting closer, just a hairs breadth from touching her, and she could practically smell the 'I dare you' floating in the air between them. "So, I'm going to try and crash that meeting with the David person the girls mentioned, but beyond that I don't have any leads."

She heard a sigh on the other end of the line, "Alright, Agent Victoria, your report is concluded for today. And remind that blood sucker listening in that he was told to stay at Hellsing." The line went dead before either vampire could respond.

Seras peered at her smirking Master out of the corner of her eye, lips twitching once more. "You heard the lady, now go on, shoo." She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture and he laughed at her.

"Don't tell me what to do." He cooed, slapping her behind before melting away into the late afternoon light, leaving her there to stare indignantly after him. "Pervert!"