Misiunea Unei Regine
Ketti: IHAVENOTHINGTOSAY Except that from here on, updates will only come if Lithi or I can get off our lazy butts and write. BUTYOUKNOWMYTACKRECORDIT'LLNEVERHAPPEN
Seras woke with a jerk as – once more – the wailing alarm siren rang through the campus. The sound was magnified by her vampiric hearing, and her head began to throb from a combination of the unholy racket and the way she slammed it into the roof of her coffin-bed. "Again?" She moaned miserably, and was unsurprised at the answering snarl of discontent from her Sire. They very, very grudgingly got up and made their way to the auditorium if only to keep up appearances, and Seras hissed as the first rays of sun touched her skin with a just-this-side-of-painful tingling.
She almost didn't hear the principal at all, but noticed with alarm that the sobbing girl was the same from last time. Did that mean..? "-Miss Bertha has also vanished from her bed, it is truly baffling and…" Seras grunted and leaned heavily against the white clad form of Ally, barely managing to keep her eyes open. Mid yawn she caught sight once more of that girl without an aura, and she had such a smug look on her face that the Draculina growled and straightened. She wouldn't lose her this time, damnit!
Making her way through the crowd of students, careful not to take her eyes off the girl, she was utterly gob smacked when she felt someone shove her – how did she not sense it coming?! – and cursed violently when the girl vanished into thin air once more. She didn't even know the girl's name to ask about her! Slapping a hand to her face in exasperation, the exhausted little vampire decided she desperately needed some sleep, or to lace her coffee with blood. That sounded rather nice, actually…
Escaping the auditorium, she only realized Ally had left when she found her Master perched on her bed with a cup of blood-coffee ready and waiting. Seras groaned and snatched the mug, downing it in one prolonged swallow before dropping into bed beside the ravenette and burying her face in the pillow. "Can I skip today?" She asked pleadingly.
"No."
The blonde moaned and tried to burrow deeper into the mattress, "I hate you." She grumbled without any meaning to it. Ally just laughed at her, and stole some of her blood bags while waiting for the caffeine laced drink to kick in and perk the Draculina up for the day.
There came a knock at the door fifteen minutes later and Seras made shooing gestures at her Master to answer it. He arched a brow, tempted to make her do it, but decided to play nice, and made his way over to it, opening it to find a flustered looking delivery man, "Yes?"
"Is a…uh… Miss Hellsing here? I have a package she needs to sign for." He shifted uncomfortably and clutched the clipboard protectively to his chest. Seras made a garbled noise from inside the room, and Ally's face split in a positively wicked grin, "I'll sign for it." She cooed, blue eyes swimming with red. The man stopped dead in his tracks and his mouth gaped open unbecomingly before her offered her the paper to sign, which she did, forging Seras' name. "I'll bring it right up." The man spoke in a monotone and nearly collided with the opening door of the room next to theirs, Ally snickered and leaned on the door jamb, watching the others go by and waiting.
Imagine his surprise when he saw the very large crate on the very small in comparison dollie being wheeled down the hall. His brows met his hairline and he took a step back into the room, only to begin snickering as the crate got caught on the door frame. Seras was there quite suddenly, looking eager and perky as she (subtly, he gave her credit for it) used her powers to phase the edges of the delivery through to get the thing into the room. The delivery man grunted, and his eyes cleared a bit as he stared at the two girls oddly before he turned and shambled away with the now empty dollie wheeled in front of him like a shield against the female students peeking back into the hall from their opening doors.
"What is that?" Ally asked flat out, blue eyes darkening to a shade of purple for a moment before they cleared back to the color of the sky on a cloudless day. Seras smirked, baring her pointed teeth triumphantly as she caressed the crate's wooden sides. "Wouldn't you like to know?" She taunted in a sing song voice.
She felt a faint pressure squeezing her mind as a warning, and made a face at the feminine shape of her Master before she pried up the lid bare handed and bent over inside, tipping over with her legs kicking comically in the air before she righted herself with a manic grin on her face that rivaled his own on his best days; in her arms was a massive gun that dwarfed her in size – much like her precious Harkonnen – with the name Vladimir engraved in the side, there was an opening for an ammo belt to be fed and a strange line running along the top that confused him a little, but he assumed it was meant to go with another attachment. Seras cooed at the weapon and nuzzled her cheek along the matte grey surface, purring. "Master, meet Vlady. One of them, anyways, the other's still in the box. Not like I'll need both." That manic grin refused to fade and he felt a faint stirring of excitement at seeing her look so blood thirsty.
"Indeed? And whose idea was it to name the gun Vladimir?" He asked his tone bland, but with a hint of challenge in it. Seras laughed softly, and crushed the barrel of the gun between her breasts, "Wouldn't you like to know?" She repeated in that sing song tone, dancing and twirling with the oversized monstrosity of mass destruction named after himself.
Just as she saw her Master opening his mouth to say something, her pink tongue darted out of her mouth and ran the length of the gun's muzzle within her easy reach, her voice low and husky, "It's a very… big gun."
She heard him swallow and her manic grin became something terribly wicked and cruel as she moaned and licked the gun a second time, phasing out of sync with the physical word the split second he lunged, and she laughed mockingly as she grabbed her backpack and bolted out the door, "Better hurry, Master, or you'll be late for class."
It was just her luck that as she was running through the last wall she realized there was someone there, but she couldn't stop in time and she collided with the all-too-familiar figure of Heinkel Wolfe. The Iscariot snarled curses at her as they both got to their feet, blue eyes met brown, and teeth were bared in mockeries of smiles as Seras took half a step back from the Regenerator, her left arm flickering subtly. Well, really, she should have known that Iscariot would get involved with so little vampiric activity, they must be aching to kill something, and it was (again) just her luck that Regenerators had very subtle auras that blended with their surroundings (all the better to ambush an unsuspecting vampire) that made her think the hall would be empty.
"Heinkel." She cooed in greeting, teeth glinting in the artificial light filling the otherwise empty corridor, "Fancy meeting you here, I thought you graduated high school already. Is the Pope making you retake it because you cheated off Yumie the first time around?" Her words were light and mocking, and her eyes began to glow behind the contacts, making the brown concealer useless.
Heinkel snarled again, probably something quite unspeakable, and fired at Seras with her concealed and silenced handgun, which the Draculina dodged easily. The small hole in the wall went ignored as more bullets met empty air.
"Ohh… what is this?" The sickeningly sweet voice of Ally rang out as the ravenette poked her head out of the floor, drawing herself up to her fully unimpressive height of five feet even, just as Heinkel's first clip ran dry. The vampire's blue eyes burned crimson as she inhaled deeply and sighed appreciatively, "A Regenerator… Ahh, then you must be from Iscariot." She sounded so excited about this, as if discovering a long lost toy that held precious memories and Seras hissed in warning, "Master…"
Ally chose to ignore her, and was at Heinkel's side in an instant, her teeth jagged and predatory in her too wide grin, "You were there, fighting with him, and now you're just like him aren't you?" Her face was transformed into a mist of blood due to the bullet from Heinkel's next gun, and she laughed. Seras' eyes narrowed and she clamped a hand on the shorter girl's shoulder, "No," she growled, "Master, this is not your fight."
"I'm not a toyto be fought over you godless heathens!" Heinkel hissed in outrage, guns held at the ready in her clenched fists, blue eyes burning with righteous fury.
"Oh of course you're not." Seras simpered, yanking her Master back and (not so) accidentally sending the ravenette flying back into the wall, fortunately Ally seemed rather amused by it all, as she could feel her Master's amusement pulsing in her head.
The first period bell rang then and the two blondes flinched subtly before Seras slapped her palm to her face, "We're late."
A deep voiced laugh menaced the air as Ally bent in half, clutching her stomach, eyes rolling with mirth and the irises glowing with bloody humor, she laughed and laughed, and Seras couldn't help but remember the time thirty years ago when Schrodinger brought the Major's message to their gathering, and her Master reacted just the same. She growled in irritation, the color leeching back into her shadow black arm as she swung her backpack up over her shoulder, and Heinkel reluctantly put away her revolvers. "I told you, Police Girl, I love this mission." The baritone rumble of the masculine voice from the feminine form was jarring, but Seras was used to such oddities, and huffed in irritation as the delicate ravenette's shape wavered and dissipated. "Cheater."
"Bloody vampires screw everything up." Heinkel spat, and again Seras was reminded of something from the past, a phantom voice echoing the words; Bloody Protestants screw everything up.
Grabbing the paper from the floor that was Heinkel's schedule, Seras smirked, they shared a few classes, and first period was no exception. "Come on, then, papist, let's get to class."