Close Quarters

Ketti:I'MNOTDEADISWEAR! My muse just thought it'd be fun to try her hand at becoming a vampire. It didn't work. So after I found the right necromancy book with JuJu's help, I finally updated. It's a Christmas Miracle a few months early! *coughs* I make no excuses or promises about when the next update for anything will be. Because I suck.


Seras bared her sharp teeth in a predatory grin as she stood in the moving van, once blue eyes now a glowing crimson as her hands slid up through the roof and gripped the tails above, pulling herself through the solid metal as though she were surfacing from water, and she chuckled softly to herself at the nervous energy surrounding her men. However, she knew better than to linger in this half way point, as the same men that could never quite hide their unease at her inhuman nature, would take full advantage of a wiggling bottom when she couldn't see them. Hoisting herself higher still, she was illuminated briefly by the moonlight between the warehouses, silhouetted against the Thames atop the fast moving van. Then she lay flat so as not to draw further attention, left hand itching for her Harkonnen, but the weapon was too noisome and destructive for such close quarters. Instead, the little Police Girl had a smaller version of her Master's Cassul strapped to her hip. Slightly ovoid pupils contracted to pinprick dots as she used her third eye to scan the buildings, searching, looking for…

"Captain," she murmured into the mic attached to her cheek, "third one down to the left. There's at least five of them."

The faintest crackle of static was her answer, their code for his acknowledgment and she stood a moment later, letting the wind buffet her small frame before she jumped. Her eyes briefly closed, a smile on her lips as the sensation of free fall let her imagine, for just a moment, that she was flying. Only a moment, though, and she twisted to the left to angle herself to land on the roof of the building two down from their target. She'd approach from above, they'd take the low ground as backup.

Leaping nimbly across the distance, her unbuttoned coat flew at her back like a pair of hellish wings, and she laughed silently to herself at the thought. She landed with the fluid ease of a predator, making not a sound as she prowled around the perimeter, sharp eyes taking note of every window facing her direction. Nothing was moving inside, and her third eye confirmed that they were foolishly keeping away from the glass ringing the upper levels. Idiots. A scout would have warned them of her approach.

Baring her teeth in a gleeful snarl, she jumped again and crouched low to the floor as she poked her head through the cement to ensure the corridor she was to land in would be empty.

There was no sign of any inhabitation and she slid through to the hallway below. Checking her gun, she moved cautiously towards the center of the warehouse where the hall would turn into a balcony. There were three doors, all shut, but the Draculina took a deep breath of stale air. Nothing. Frowning, she placed an ear to each door as she passed, but again there was nothing. What kind of..? Idiots.

As she edged her way to the doorway, shadows subconsciously gathered from the dim hall to shroud her form, one crimson eye peeked around the edge just as the smell of something utterly mouth watering struck her like a slap to the face. Nearly staggering, she inspected the window lined walkway carefully. Nothing there, and the light pouring in from outside made it painfully obvious. That same light would also make her appearance into the main room of the warehouse as clear as day. Perhaps they weren't complete incompetents, then.

However, due to her Master's powerful blood, and her own willingness to drink the blood packs (albeit grudging at times) she did not need to use the lighted path. Pressing herself into the wall, she briefly shivered at the conflicting sensations before a pulse went through the stucco covered cement and she was shot back out like a cork from a wine bottle. Gasping in pain as her back cracked on impact with the other wall, she slumped to the floor in a limp heap as her vampiric healing sought to fix the damages.

What..?

'Police Girl.'

'Master?' Seras gaped as she heard the man's voice echoing in her head, 'but I thought you weren't supposed to use your powers!'

'Nonsense,' he growled and she winced as her head throbbed with his disapproval, 'now then, Police Girl, do you know why you can't pass through the wall?' He took on that lecture-like tone when he wanted her to learn something, wasting precious time, rather than spelling it out for her.

She opened her mouth to protest that they didn't have time, but paused, and considered his words very carefully. She'd been drinking her blood, so it being her fault was out, and that strange feeling she got, just before she was literally spit out of the thing mid phase… "Magic?" She whispered to herself, eyes widening.

She felt an answering hum vibrate in her mind and she winced as she got to her feet, rubbing her sore back before she sighed. 'Alright then, Master, now what?'

His laughter echoed mockingly in her head, 'If it was me, Police Girl? I'd charge right in, guns blazing.' She could practically feel his smirk, 'but you are young yet, so, perhaps discretion is the better part of valor?'

Considering his words carefully, her gaze wandered up the ceiling speculatively, and, at her Master's silence, decided that while he didn't approve of it, he did not disapprove of it either. Pulling her gloves off with her teeth for the simple pleasure of it, she stuffed them into her belt and pondered kicking off her shoes before shrugging and keeping them on as she pulled herself up the wall by her claws and attached herself to the ceiling to crawl, somewhat awkwardly, out into the main room of the warehouse, out of direct reach of the moonlight from the windows lining the walls below.

If they were smart, they'd be looking up. Seras thought grimly as she made her way up to the very top, turning carefully so that she was braced against the wall, like a swimmer about to push off into the pool. Still red eyes scanned the cavernous space, taking note of the boxes, and – with a grimace – the 'pen' surrounding a small collection of ghouls. But she didn't se- her eyes locked with the symbol painted in blood on the floor below, and screamed silently in her head as her muscles locked up. That smell, that agonizingly delicious odor, was one hundred percent virgin blood, spilled across the concrete in a crude symbol that vaguely resembled the one gracing the back of her Sire's glove. Clearly they were expecting him.

Unfortunately, Alucard's newest fledgling, Agent Seras Victoria of Hellsing… was still too young, yet, to be magic resistant. Even the sight of the runes weakened her undead form, numbing her limbs, until, finally, her fingers gave and she plummeted to the floor below with a new scream tearing through her mind. This was going to hurt like hell!

The impact was bone shattering, and her limbs were rendered useless by the fragments tearing through muscle and skin. She lay in a pool of her own blood, only able to gurgle weakly as the blood pooled in her throat.

Dimly she thought she heard her Master's growl of rage, but her foggy senses were focused on the sound of approaching footsteps as something nudged her in her nearly liquefied ribs.

"Wot's this? Ain't no scary bloke in red. This th' g'rl then?" The boot poked deeper and she fought back the urge to whimper as she was kicked until she rolled limply onto her back to stare up into the face of a crudely dressed FREAK with green eyes and far too many piercings.

"Yeah, must be. Boss said it might. Didn't say what to do with her, though." This comment produced a round of sick laughter as the other three chipped vampires she had sensed emerged from their hiding spots to surround momentarily helpless Draculina.

"Well, hell, I've got an ide-" the third was cut off mid word as the quiet 'tng' of a bullet raced through the thin sheet metal lining the warehouse walls, the former blonde's head being replaced by a red mist. The decapitated body slumped to the ground, a puppet whose strings have been cut, before it dissolved into greasy ash.

"The bitch has backup!" Another blonde man snarled as he turned in frantic circles, "Why didn't any of you assholes pay attention to the outside?!"

"It was Jerry's job!" The final man wailed, looking panicked, but Seras held no pity for him. "Well Jerry's fuckin' DEAD!"

The FREAKS dissolved into a retarded shouting match until another high caliber bullet whizzed through the wall and found its new home in the crying man's chest.

Fortunately for Seras, the disorganized trio was too preoccupied with their own safety to realize her left arm was moving. Reaching her holster, she drew her handgun – it may as well be a more portable version of the Harkonnen from what Walter had said when he gifted it to her – and took out two of the remaining three with quick shots to the head. The last she meant to save for questioning, but her men must have been a little too zealous, because he evaporated seconds after her own kills met their new fate as a cloud of dust.

Her gun dropped from numb fingers as her head drooped back onto the blood covered floor, feeling numb and exhausted. She was sprawled across part of the rune, and her own blood was mixing with the virgin vintage painted onto the concrete, smearing and dulling its effects.

The main door was kicked open on the ground floor as Pip and his men stormed inside, the penned up ghouls put down with little resistance.

"Seras!"

The familiar red haired figure of Captain Pip Bernadotte filled her with relief as he charged across the dusty floor to kneel by her side, "Ma cher, are you alright? There's so much blood." He frowned down at her, hands hovering over her obviously broken form, hesitant to move her and cause greater harm.

"I-" she coughed, spitting up blood, "'ll be fi-aaah-ne, Capt'n. Just-" again she had to pause to clear her throat of the thickening crimson liquid, "get me out of here." Her eyes flicked up, and he followed her gaze to stare at the half destroyed rune with perverse fascination. Shaking himself vigorously, as if dispelling a dream, he gingerly hauled the twig thin girl up in his arms, taking her gun with him as he trotted out of the warehouse. He couldn't help but enjoy the feel of her there, despite being covered in blood.

The instant they stepped over the perimeter line, Seras stiffened in his arms and clenched her jaw as an invasive force tried to yank her back into place. Panting heavily, the unnecessary breath turning to raspy wheezing, the blonde fought against the pull of the soiled magic within the desecrated building. It was with another gasp, choked with her own blood, that she threw herself out of Pip's arms and vomited the red substance onto the street below. Something black oozed within the bloody mess before it dissolved, and she nearly collapsed face first into it all, but strong arms secured her by the waist, hauling her back up into the air. Surrounded by the lull of half understood words, most of them French, the Police Girl drifted into a healing doze.


Seras Victoria woke very slowly, feeling weak, but secure on her strangely uncomfortable, and familiar… Cracking an eye open blearily, she was greeted with a sea of red, confirming her suspicions. She was using her Master as a pillow again. Too tired to really care, she shifted to get more comfortable, and buried her face into his cravat with a sigh.

His laughter rumbled in her very bones as he petted her hair, and she shivered pleasantly at the sensation. Her head was turned by a gentyle, but firm, grip on her hair and the cool tang of a blood pack was pressed to her lips. Without thinking twice, her fangs extended and she sunk them ravenously into the filmy 'skin' to get to the precious liquid within. Two more bags followed suit until, purring, she fell into a sated doze on her Sire's lap.