The Seldom Seen
AN: So, it's still not WCHB, but at least it's something to read. Right?
I got my tooth yanked, urgh, painful. Right now it's not so bad, but I might be sleeping all day as soon as I hit the hay, so I figured I'd get this out now while I could still type coherently. The good news is BigBadWolf chapter 3 is ready to post tomorrow. I'm going to try battling it up with my muse to give in and stop word blocking me.
24: Happy Happy Kill Kill
"Hey, Police Girl." Her Master called from across the crowded warehouse. She grunted in reply, ramming her fist through another ghoul's skull. "I bet I can kill more of them one handed than you can with your teeth." He continued mockingly, a manic grin lighting his pale face with devilish glee.
She glared at him, and congealed grey matter spattered her face as the zombie's head popped like a grape. "You're on!" She shouted, hopped up on adrenaline from the slaughter.
The human men of Hellsing gave each other nervous glances and backed up to the walls, agreeing as a unit to stay the fuck out of the line of fire when their resident vampires got competitive. They had gotten a call about a ghoul infestation near the docks, and like good little soldiers they went off to exterminate them. Alucard had found and silenced their negligent creator, but, being a FREAK, his rotted corpse servants did not die, and they were forced to play clean up. It hadn't taken long for the red coated menace to join them, for he enjoyed killing and taunting his own servant with petty contests.
Seras whipped her arm to the side, dislodging the slowly disintegrating husk of a ghoul, and tucked her bloody gloved hands into the pockets of her jacket to remind herself not to use them as she leaped at another ghoul and ripped its arms off in a shower of fetid crimson. The head came next, and despite the rank flavor of rotted earth, she swallowed some of the blood to keep up her strength. After all, as a fledgling, she needed it to feed her growing vampiric powers.
Keeping a mental tally, she glanced furtively at her Sire and grumbled to herself as she saw him laughing and plunging his fist through their prey's chests. Well, she'd just have to get more creative, then.
This sick game continued for what felt like an eternity to the buxom blonde as she surrounded herself in rivers of blood and fallen heads, ghoulish ash soaking up the ruby droplets like sawdust absorbed messes under carnival rides. Ripping the throat out of a disfigured – armless – zombie, glowing red eyes searched the compound for any more targets. She found none, but her senses told her there was one left somewhere.
Instinct urged her to look up, and there it was, an undead warehouse worker inside the operating box of the indoor cranes used to move the crated. Sparing half a glance at her Master, an insane grin split her face as she grabbed at one of the fallen handguns and fired. An echo boomed alongside her, and two bullets shattered the glass and ruptured the ghoul's chest and skull at the same time.
"That was mine!" Seras shouted indignantly. They had been at a tie, surprisingly, and the last one was gone now, like the rest.
"My bullet got there first, Police Girl." He countered, words oozing with manic glee.
She snarled at him and turned on the small platoon of men at the doorway, chest heaving under her crimson uniform and red eyes blazing, "Who won?" She demanded, a dangerous edge to her voice.
Alucard's laughter curled around her ears, and she saw the soldiers glance at each other, neither of them willing to say a word. As Seras' glare intensified, one of the braver men cleared his throat and stepped forward, "Why not have Sir Integra decide?" He offered, voice steady despite the subtle trembling in his hands.
Her Master's laughter intensified and Seras grunted irritably. Fine, they would.
And she would be declared the winner, damnit!