Misiunea Unei Regine
Ketti:I freely admit that it's been so long since Lithi and I originally wrote these chapters that I don't remember what happens in them. I've been slacking on updates because it's not done, and we only have a few more chapters left in my buffer box. But reading the epic, and long, review Enige-Iets left inspired me to upload this now. I'm thinking of making Jubalii our beta to fix any errors I forgot to correct in word so that the strange grammar mistakes go away. *nods sagely*
Okay, so, enough rambling. Onto the story!
The next day Seras found herself staring out into the hallway in amusement. Apparently her Sire decided to lurk in the hallways and wait rather than cause a scene with the first period teacher again. He hung from the wall and scared all of the females half to death with his flapping and screeching noises. Sometimes when he wanted her attention he made a chittering noise. She could only hear him because the teacher always insisted on an open door and her sensitive hearing wouldn't let the situation be otherwise.
As the last girl came in (rather terrified, mind you) Seras was torn from her amusement to look down at her desk, grimacing at the pile of lined blank paper. She'd always hated essays. Why she needed to do an essay in Math, she didn't know. The teacher went on about something along the lines of misbehaving little wenches for awhile before everyone would rather write an essay then listen to him yack anyways. Personally she liked English more then any kind of Math, but she always hated coming up with the subject of the essays.
The Draculina peeked a glance at her odd Master and brushed off the idea of making an entirely accurate report of Vlad the Impaler. They'd think she got it all wrong anyways.
One hour later found her in the halls, followed by her little pet bat, as she made her way to History. Again he lurked outside the door, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing at her fellow students as they were forced to pass under him.
More inaccuracies about her Sire later, it was time for English. Oh joy.
Today was going rather mildly, and she was enjoying it despite the boredom. One completely blank sheet of lined paper later, and she was fleeing to the supposed safety of lunch. She wasn't especially inclined to sit outside today, it was one of those rare bright and sunny days in England and, really, she was a vampire. Not to mention she still had a stalker bat.
The halls around them grew emptier and emptier as the teens filed out to enjoy the day and their meal, leaving the pair alone. She shifted her weight to the balls of her feet as she glanced up at the black figure attached to the ceiling, feeling suddenly… nervous? Anxious? She wasn't quite sure.
The fine hairs on the back of her neck rose and she bolted down the hall, outline becoming a blur, and nearly reaching the end of the massive corridor when she felt that familiar weight slam into her and send her crashing to the floor. The breath whooshed out of her in a gasp and she grunted as she planted her forearms against the tile, jerking herself to the side to knock him off balance. It worked, marginally, and she threw herself forward, only to be caught in an iron grip around her ankle. She heard a wet snap, and swallowed her scream as she was yanked back towards her Sire, and pinned down so that they were front to front. He had a sick grin on his face as he brought his gloved hand up to cup the side of her face.
"What's wrong, Police Girl, you don't want to play with me?" He crooned, drawing his fingers down achingly slowly, and she fought the urge to lean in to the caress. As if to punish her for denying him the desired reaction, she felt something sharp press into her skin and the hot sweet-sour smell of blood permeated the air. Four lines of fire drew their way down from her temple to her jaw line, and she clenched her teeth, arching to get away from the imposing male weighing her down.
He chuckled breathily in her ear and ran his tongue along the marks he left on her face, and she practically heard a light switch get flicked off as the mental door caging her inner vampire opened. She writhed beneath him, pressing her breasts up into his chest and sliding her long, long legs out to wrap around the backs of his thighs. He groaned, and her lips curled into a wicked grin of her own, the contacts doing nothing to hide the bloody light emanating from her irises. A purr rumbled in her throat as she ran her hands down his back, cutting the fabric of his red coat, vest, and shirt, but leaving the skin unmarked. He growled at her and her wicked smirk widened into a baring of teeth as she repeated the motion, leaving his clothes to drape loosely off his lithe frame, utterly ruined.
She felt him shiver, and dug her claws in at his shoulders, yanking them down his arms in a spurt of blood and ruined fabric. His shirt was held in place only by the cravat around his neck and the ends tucked into his tight leather pants. He moaned, and she brought her bloody fingers to her lips to lick them clean.
Her dainty tongue crept from the cavern of her mouth to dance along the backs of her fingers, wrapping lewdly around each one and bringing the knuckles to her lips to suckle the red stain from her porcelain skin. She moaned throatily and ran her clawed tips against her cheek, drawing a fresh line of blood to lap from the black talons, swirling her pink muscle delicately along the underside to ensure there would be no blood left behind to dry and crack. With a glance at him from under her lashes, she arched, running her (clean) left hand through her blonde locks, mussing them as her right hovered in the air between them before lowering more towards the lustrous blonde's face.
He growled lowly, and leaned in with a leer of his own, teeth grotesquely long in his mouth, like a shark, as his tongue reached for her bloody skin. Quick as a flash, both hands grasped his head and twisted violently until his vertebrae severed and he was facing the ceiling. His body went limp, and pinned her with dead weight. "Not." She hissed, powers flaring to phase her through his unresponsive form, "During." She crouched over him, her lips nearly touching his – that were twisted in an expression of pleasured pain – "School. Master." Wiping the remains of his blood across his cheek in a parting caress, she stood, and flounced off towards the library to start Study Hall early.
Alucard began to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. "Oh, Police Girl, the game has just begun."
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The remainder of the school day passed quite uneventfully, for which she was thankful, and when it came time for her to choose between going to her room and out into the court yard to listen for more after school gossip… Well, the choice was obvious wasn't it?
She went outside – inwardly cringing and clenching her left hand in a fist to concentrate on the limb and prevent it from going shadowy in self defense. She was still relatively young in vampire terms, and power grew with age. Settling in under a tree unobtrusively, she rested her binder on her upraised knee and did her homework, ignoring the odd glances she could feel pass over her skin from prying eyes.
When she was finished with her homework (most, unsurprisingly about her Master) Seras had to admit that this mission was insanely boring. She missed the slaughter and bloodbaths. She missed her beloved large weapons and tearing her talons through flesh.
The Draculina made a note in the back of her mind to ask Integra to ship her one of her weapons, as she was sure she would need them at some point. Though she'd have to hide it from her roomie…
"So how is Alice?" Seras jerked her head to the voice and saw the same girls from the other day sitting in front of her again, only one of them was missing. She remembered her as one of the girls that had been in the forest last night and listened for further details.
"Oh just terrible. She didn't come back from snogging David till early this morning, and she was sicker then a dog when she got back. She probably just has a hangover." The girl shrugged her shoulders and dug into the ground with one of her fingers.
'Alexander Anderson would have a hangover after how much booze they drank.' Seras thought, her lips twisting ina cruel smirk that she swiftly hid by ducking her head. She listened intently for any further new, but the conversation quickly devolved to hideously boring things only teenaged girls found interesting, not 49 year old vampires stuck in a teen's body.
Dusk was approaching, and everyone was gathering up to return to their rooms, so Seras did the same, albeit grudgingly.
"There you are!" Bitchy McFace screeched – Seras had to fight the urge to clap her hands to her ears – as soon as she opened the door. "Get HIM" she pointed menacingly at the form of her Master lounging indolently across her bed, "out of here!"
Seras blinked, glancing between the two. "Why, what's he done?" She questioned, a hint of mischief gleaming in her eyes.
Whatserface flushed an ugly shade of pomegranate, "He's distracting me." She growled, "and I have an important paper to write for class."
'Liar.' Seras thought. "Liar." Her Master echoed mockingly, "You just feel uncomfortable looking at your girly porn while I'm here." He bared his teeth in a wolfish grin of wicked amusement, twirling his amber glasses by the nosepad around his finger.
McFace's complexion turned a rather sickly shade of plum, and Seras wondered if she was about to pop a vein, when she screamed and threw her shoe at the man, who caught it easily and tossed it to the floor, where Seras noticed a small pile of other such things. "Get. Him. OUT!" Her roomie screamed again, stamping her foot.
Seras sighed, and motioned to her Sire, "C'mon, then, we'll talk on the roof, Master." She saw no point in hiding that she called him 'Master' since the other already knew.
He glanced at her, as if over phantom lenses, "Don't tell me what to do." He warned pleasantly, but got up nonetheless and ambled towards her to get her alone.
"Sir Integra is waiting for my report on last night's baby sitting, and I bet she's planning to scold you some more." His Childe smirked at him as she flipped open her cell phone and hit speed dial for her Master's Master's private line.
As expected it rang only once before the voice on the other line filtered out into the still air of the dawning night. "Report, Agent Victoria."
Seras gave a fond smile to the phone, straightening her posture in a soldier's salute, despite the aging woman not being there to see it – she heard her Master hum in amused approval – "The surveillance turned into a baby sitting mission, Sir. Just stupid teens getting drunk and randy." She couldn't hide the faint hint of disgust in her tone, "I detected no supernatural presence aside from the obvious, Sir. Whatever's going on in this school is hiding its tracks well."
She could hear the Hellsing's sigh, and a faint creak as she settled in her desk chair more comfortably. "Very well, continue to follow any leads you find, Victoria."
"Yes, Sir."
A thought came to her then, and she grinned, "Sir?"
"Yes?"
"Can you ship Vlady over?" The blonde asked, near sickening sweetness in her tone as she turned her back to her Master to hide her expression of mischievous amusement.
There was a pause on the other line before the elder blonde sighed, and Seras knew that the Hellsing was amused as well. "Isn't that a bit of overkill, Victoria?"
Her Master made a low noise in the back of his throat and Seras ducked as she felt him grab for the phone. "But I like Vlady." Seras whined theatrically.
She was sure he didn't mean to, but she caught a whisper of a possessive growl rumbling in her throat, and her wicked glee spiked higher as she glanced at him from under her lashes. "I promise to be good." She cooed breathily, seductively, and she could clearly hear Integra's snort of combined disgust and amusement as well as her Master's eavesdropping.
"If I hear even a single complaint…" Integra warned, only to be cut off by the younger blonde's laughing tone, "I know, I know, you'll stake me out in the sun, Mother."
"Request granted."
The line went dead the same instant the phone disappeared from her hand, and her Master glared at the phone as if it had personally slighted him.
Seras smirked, and melted into the floor, vanishing into the supposed safety of the dorms as she made her way back to her room to let her Master stew, the lack of rhereness from the strange girl allowing the Draculina to completely overlook her observer from the corridor's edge as she dropped from the ceiling.
She knew his curiosity would get the better of him soon and he'd either ask her outright or… Her lips twitched.
She couldn't wait.