The Seldom Seen
AN: I'm in a generous mood. ;D
Your wish is granted for part two, Lila Nightengale!
Part two! Not as much to say on this one other than... please don't hate me. :)) If you kill me, I can't update. *shifty eyes*
18: Curiosity Killed The Cat (p2)
Seras rolled off her still dozing Master's chest and padded up to his door. Hrm… Obeying instinct, she closed her eyes and stepped through the solid barrier, appearing out in the hallway. A vicious glow appeared in her wild eyes and she rumbled wicked laugher-growls as she prowled down the hallway with a hunter's grace. Stalking up the stairs, she scented the air and crinkled her whiskers. Not close enough.
Eyeing the ceiling consideringly, Seras took a running start and leaped up onto the wall, sinking her sharp claws in for the briefest second as she used the leverage to jump for the other wall and flipping in mid air to push off with her hind paws to spring herself up to – and through – the solid stone to appear on her level of the sub basements. Smugness positively oozed off the tigress as she repeated the tactics to pop up in the main storage basement. Purrfect.
Lifting her great head to sniff the air again, her toes curled and her claws scraped the cement beneath as she caught what she was looking for. Turning to her right, Seras leaped nimbly atop an ammunitions crate and used it as a staircase to fling herself atop another full of gun parts, and one last one that didn't smell especially like anything to poke her head up through the ceiling to the main floor. One of the lower foyers apparently, and not a soul in sight. Lifting herself the rest of the way through the floor, Seras stretched and licked her chops.
Her prey was located within the twisting hallways of Hellsing manor. Purrfect.
Melting through the walls, Seras appeared in front of the brunette from yesterday with a savage roar that echoed down the hallway like a claxon calling men to arms. He screamed and opened fire, just like she knew he would.
Melting partially through the floor, Seras ran at him and lunged, taking his gun between her jaws and crushing it like tinfoil. He screamed, pissed himself, and ran just like she'd planned. Following the trail of urine, Seras took note of his destination and jumped through the walls to appear in front of him with another roar. She heard the trampling sound of approaching footsteps, but ignored it for the moment, intent on playing with her prey. The gibbering soldier stumbled over his own feet as he attempted an about face to get away from the feral creature out for his blood. He sobbed with each breath and his pants were soaked. Seras growled with sadistic pleasure and pounced, using her vampiric strength to add power to her hind legs. Sailing high in the air she came down on the spineless man hard, her dinner plate sized paws knocking him to the floor by his shoulders. Still, she was careful not to cripple him.
Parting her jaws she breathed hotly on the back of the sobbing man's neck, and growled into his mind; 'Maybe next time you'll think before you shoot, hm?' Lightly pressing her teeth to flesh to emphasize her point, Seras looked up as the first soldier spilled into the hall.
Turning, and shredding the prostrate recruit's pants with a few shallow wounds on his calves, Seras dove through the floor just in time to avoid a sniper shot for her head.
Well, that was fun.
Deciding to shadow Sir Integra for something to do, Seras prowled the halls through wall walking, and phased into the stern woman's study through one of the many towering bookshelves. Avoiding the lingering sunlight filtering through the windows, she yawned. The great cat flopped herself down in front of the desk and rested her chin on her paws with an expectant air of feline amusement.
Three… Two… One…
Right on cue, the platinum blonde stormed into her study, cigar pluming like a locomotive with one of the mid level soldiers trailing after her, reporting the 'phantom tiger incident'. Seras chortled to herself softly and tapped her tail on the polished marble floor in amusement.
"You and your men knew what you were signing up for, and what you'd be working with Corporal." Integra snapped, sounding aggrieved, "So tell the men to stop acting like frightened children. Neither of my vampires are allowed to kill Hellsing staff, and from what I heard, he shot her first." Clouds of smoke floated around the aristocratic woman's face, giving her a fearsome appearance. "But Sir…" "No, Corporal. The matter is closed. If there are any more incidents I will deal with it personally. You are dismissed." "Bu-…I… Yes, Sir." Saluting stiffly, the uniformed man beat a hasty retreat as his wandering gaze caught sight of Seras, who yawned obligingly to expose her sharp, sharp teeth.
"Must you stir up the men, Seras?" Integra growled as she stalked towards her desk. The tigress' only reply was a smug air and tapping of her striped tail on the cool floor. "Vampires!" Integra groused, flinging her hair back over her shoulder with a flick of her wrist. "You're lucky I don't turn you into a throw rug." The Hellsing Heiress muttered before booting up her laptop to start work on the night's reports.
Seras purred smugly as she lazed on the floor, waiting her Master's inevitable arrival.
As the full moon rose from the horizon, Seras' ears perked up and she stared intently at a spot on the floor in front of Sir Integra's desk. As expected, the floor rippled and Alucard rose dramatically into existence with his trademark manic grin. "Good evening my Master, do you have need of me this night?"
"Yes, actually, there's been a ghoul outbreak on British soil near the border of Scotland. Go and kill the vampire, Servant, and take the Police Girl with you." Tossing a manila folder at the red clad menace, Sir Integra resumed typing away at her laptop, surrounded by a fragrant cloud of cigar smoke. Alucard glanced at the file, chuckled, placed it on the edge of Sir Integra's desk and snapped his fingers. A shadow leash grew from the ever present collar and floated into his hand. "Come along, Seras." He ordered with a shark grin and a tug of the leash.
Seras made a great show of yawning and stretching before lumbering to her feet and taking three steps to reach her Sire. The pair vanished into darkness as a shadow portal opened beneath them and swallowed them whole. Integra scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Bloody show off."
The vampires reappeared in front of a broken down church and for a moment Seras felt a sense of déjà vu. 'There better not be a vampire priest here, too.' The tigress grumbled with an angry flick of her tail. Her Master chuckled and tugged her along to inspect the village for any survivors. They found none.
Prowling restlessly in circles around her Master, Seras' ears perked and she darted off to the right, the shadow leash stretching to ridiculous lengths and even passing through trees and houses to stay connected between the two undead.
'Seras… NO!'
The warning came too late as she pounced upon the turned back of Alexander Anderson. The smell of his pious blood and holy magic burned her nose and she realized with dread that she'd made a terrible mistake listening to her feline side in this matter.
The blonde scarred man grunted and swatted her away with his inhuman strength, turning with his own manic grin baring his perfectly white and straight teeth. "Ahh… and lookit what we have here, a bloody heathen."