Prompt: Waterbottle.
The Major smiled icily as the troops stomped out the door, nearly running after his invigorating speech.
"Water, Herr Major?"
He held up a hand, shaking his head.
Being made of metal was certainly convenient at times like this.
For long speeches, it was often necessary to drink something, in order to cool the parched throat.
He needed no such thing, so he could spur his men on to greater efforts, greater fury, greater war!
His yellow eyes gleamed as he sat himself back down in his comfortable armchair that he used to watch his beloved war.
He watched as Iscariot blew themselves to bits in the effort to cleanse the world of fire.
He watched the familiars burn and crumble in the heat of Alucard's past memories.
He watched Hellsing stand throughout all in fire and ice and the cold steel of Integra's eyes, watching her world burn.
He taunted her about her precious servant's defeat, about her morals, and died with her bullet in his forehead.
But he never needed the water for his speech.
Prompt: You always leave me...
Wait! Herr Major, wait!
She could not speak as Alucard's fierce jaws clamped down on her throat.
Her musket seemed to burn as it shifted in her heart, her squirming growing weaker.
Wait! Don't leave me!
Alucard seemed to bite down with greater gusto, as if hearing her pleas and being amused by them.
Don't abandon me to him again!
He had left her to this creature…this beast once before.
She was new, and naïve, and she had not her glasses.
The childlike female had laughed at her and the coffin had laid her, the Huntress, flat out on the ground.
The Major hadn't cared.
He hadn't explained how close to death she could've been.
And even now, even though he warned her about Zamiel, he had left her to die at his hands.
Didn't he care about loyalty?!
Didn't he care!?
She had been a loyal soldier…she had done her duty…and her duty…
Was to die.
But not for any purpose.
The Major could've saved her. He could've warned her and she could've escaped on her helicopter as Zamiel crashed onto the ship below.
But he hadn't.
Why?
Why had he left her to die?
Was she truly worth nothing to him?
To anyone?
Millennium had been her only home and her only family.
Was she nothing but trash to them?
Red was filling her eyes, and she dimly realized she was becoming thick and soupy, like blood, flowing into something frightening and vast.
Someone…
Anyone?
Please…help me…
I don't want to be abandoned…
Prompt: Do you love me?
"Hallo!"
Schrödinger grinned at the soldier as he appeared on the beam beside him.
"Piss off."
"Ja…okay."
He appeared next to Lieutenant Blitz.
"Guten Abend Frau Blitz!"
The slice of a scythe blade answered him instead of any words from the tattooed vampire's mouth.
"Ja…alright…I guess you're busy…"
He sighed and popped up next to Lieutenant Winkle.
"Um…Frau Rip?"
"Ja?"
"Do you like me?"
"Only vhen you aren't interrupting me during anything important."
"Oh…okay. Do you love me?"
"No."
"…Vhy?"
"I'm a Huntress. I don't love, and besides, zat's a silly thing for humans. Ve're members of the Verewolves. Ve are the Varmongers."
"Ja…I know."
He knew better than to try Doc or the Major.
"Captain?"
The only true werewolf in the battalion looked at him silently as he worked on his Mausers.
"Do you like me?"
His hands stilled, and he laid the guns on his table and looked at the catboy silently, as if to say "Why? Go on and tell me, I won't tell anyone else."
"Vell…do you?"
Hans cocked his head silently in question.
"Vell…no one else does."
Shrug. What could he do about that?
"And…and I want to be loved."
Hans shook his head silently and scooted the catboy out of the room with one hand, returning to cleaning his guns as he thought.
If you want to be loved, then you should never have come here. Poor, foolish boy.