Do not own, not mine! (By the way, I am a lot younger than my friend is saying I am, we're in the same school year)
Flora's POV:
"You can't be serious." Jay stood beside me, looking both shocked and thunderous. I wasn't far behind. "Why on earth wouldn't I be? Flora, you need some time with normal people. Jay, I want your involvement to be as limited as possible in my organization. The decision is final." Integra said sharply, and without further ado we were gently shoved out of the office by Walter. We walked to my room in silence, and Jay kicked her legs up on my bed, gently bouncing her head against the wall. "I submit to the judges the unlawful representation on our part, namely NOTHING! I mean sure maybe you're still young enough for high school, but I'm done with it! Legal adult!" she wailed, covering her face with an arm and chucking a pillow at the ceiling. It struck the overhead with a soft whump and fell back on the ground as I sighed and sprawled myself in the desk chair, scooping it off the floor and handing it to her as she stuck it under her head and stared up at the ceiling. It had been several weeks since Jay had come to visit, and it looked like she was here to stay. She was several years older than me, and a legal adult, although just barely so last June.
There was a moment of silence, and she sighed again. "Not to mention what King Fanger's going to have to say about this." She muttered, and I echoed her in a heavy sigh. "You should stop calling him that. He might get mischievous and return the favor." I admonished her, and she responded with a breezy wave of her hand. "Bah, what can he do? Not like I care what he calls me, only what he does to you. I trust nobody with a track record like his." She grumbled, and I raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know about him?" She rolled her eyes and held up a hand. "One, I happen to fiddle with names all the time, and one of the things I know is that Alucard is Dracula backwards, as well as other various leaders and important deities. Two, he's a f-ing vampire. Either he's the most reckless son of a biscuit eater I've ever seen, or one of the most insanely powerful vamps out there." She said, folding her fingers down as she spoke.
I considered that for a moment. "Yeah, but how do you jump from names to power?" I asked, and she rolled over onto her stomach, smirking at me. "Method in my madness, oh grasshopper. Dracula is arguably the most famous, most well-known vampire and maybe even monster of all time. If Alucard is using his name in anagram, then he's confident enough that he can fight off Dracula, can whoop him to kingdom come, or even is Dracula himself. It is Hellsing. Now take all that and think for a second on what track record a vampire of that much power would have, even if he isn't the actual Dracula." She said, and I thought for a second. Her smirk grew wider as I paled, and she lazily rolled onto her back again. "Scary ain't it?"
"This puts our whole relationship in question…" I muttered, holding my head in my hands, and she quickly flailed her way off my bed, landing headfirst on the floor, staring up at me in alarm. "Hold the phone! Back up, inhale, TV off and thoughts paused, what're you talking about?!" she yelped, and I stared dumbly at her. "You said he could be Dracula and if he is-" She cut me off by smacking her forehead. "Flora, really? Think this through too. If King Fanger is who I guess he is, that changes nothing. For one, why would he risk his master's wrath by seducing you, and furthermore, the binding on him Van Hellsing put on would most certainly alert him if the vampire was thinking of harming him, it's definitely something a hunter like him would put into the equation, and if Van Hellsing was hunter enough to capture Dracula himself then he probably would want to know when he started plotting against him, savvy?"
I stared mutely at her. "But-" She cut me off again. "No! Silence! Let the freak finish!" she barked, and I closed my mouth. "Thank you. I may be a relationship dud, but I can certainly recognize when some poor sucker's head over heels for someone, and he got that look. You know what I'm talking about." She said firmly, and I blinked. "The look?" I said uncertainly, and she chuckled. "Yeah, the look. I may be a stupid little human with stupid little human senses, but I saw the look on his face when I threatened to claw your face. It was the "you-think-about-touching-her-I-will-rip-you-limb- from-limb-and-then-throw-what's-left-in-a-meat-gri nder" face. Now I don't know about him, but there's no way a human could fake that amount of sheer instinctual protective mojo. He cares." She said with confidence, and I shuffled my feet uncertainly. "You really think so?" I asked, and she grinned at me. "Yeah, I know so. I even asked him earlier this morning." She said, and I squealed in outrage and threw a pillow at her as she cackled and scrambled off the bed to avoid the fluffy missile.
"JAY YOU MEANIE!"
"IT WAS WORTH HOW PISSED HE WAS! YOU SHOULD'VE SEEN YOUR FACE!"
"JAAAAAYYYYY!"
***Time Skip***
"I see you're still displeased with me." I remained stonily silent; glaring at the gravel under my feet as I grouchily shifted the backpack on my shoulders. "Yup. Very displeased. I think I'll shut up now." she said cheerfully, skipping ahead of me to pick up a shiny rock, pocket it, and then fall back to walk by my side. We were close enough to the school that Jay deemed it a good way to exercise, even going so far as to tell the bus not to pick us up and pulling me out the door before I could form more than a few shrieks of protest. "Why couldn't you have just driven us in…" I whined, and she blinked as she glanced at me. "Well, you're speaking civilly at least…" she muttered, then cleared her throat and answered. "Integra hunts you-know-whats, and you're inside all day doing bubkiss in the way of exercise. To misquote some internet dude, "There are two types of vampire hunters, the quick and the dead". Sit inside all day and then see how quick you are when a vamp comes after you." she said calmly, pushing her hair back from her ears and smirking at me.
"So this is just because you want me to be in better shape?" I clarified, and she blinked in mock hurt. "Flora, shame! I wanna be in shape too!" she giggled, and I rolled my eyes with another heavy sigh as we continued to trudge through the British countryside. Soon enough we saw the school building, and then arrived trouble. Five males broke away from the shadows under the trees, three on one side and two on the other, and Jay sped up imperceptibly as I quickly followed. "Fuzzbucket..." Jay cursed, clenching her fists as the males met our pace, grinning at us like hungry wolves. "Chicky chicky chicky!" one called, and the others took up the chant as Jay began muttering some more profane curses and flashed a look at me that said "HURRY UP" as she quickened her pace further.
Suddenly she stopped, holding out her arm as I almost ran into it and glaring at all the males as they blinked, then grinned wider and approached us. "What do you want?" she snapped, and what looked like the leader paused. "C'mon babe, you don't know?" he asked with a chuckle, and she gave him a haughty glare. "No, I don't. Move it or lose it bucko." She snapped, and as they engaged in mocking laughter, she whispered to me "When I shriek, run and run like heck for the school. Don't look back and bring someone here with whatever story you can come up with." I blinked and was about to ask her why before she made a hissing sound and faced the leader. He had stopped laughing, and I saw him motion to the others as they started moving forward. Jay suddenly made a sound like an angry wildcat and chucked something in her pocket –I didn't see what– at the one in front of me as I whimpered and started running, hearing angry shouts and grunts of pain behind me as I gave up every molecule in my body to running as fast as I could.