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Oxford Not Brogues
Chapter Nine
Seras doesn't stir from her dreamless but beyond restful sleep until the next night. It was as if the men had fucked her right into a coma and, honestly, she is alright with this. Cracking open her eyes and finding herself beneath the covers of her cozy bed, she first looks for Alucard and Sebastian. Lazily shifting her head one way and then another, she scans her bed and the rest of her room but discovers that she's completely alone. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Seras thinks to herself as she drops her head back onto the warm, fluffy pillow and shuts her eyes. They did tell me that they aren't the cuddling type, and that they don't want to sleep beside me. The Draculina reminds herself that she is merely a toy in their eyes and nothing more. You want this. Seras recites to herself, trying to bury the feeling of bitter disappointment.
Once she successfully buries that disappointment, she reminisces about last night. A giant, warm smile slips onto her lips and she moans as a phantom orgasm pulses through her. Fuck, last night was so good. Incredibly intense, but so good. She can't recall the last time she didn't wake feeling unsatisfied, angry, and aching to be fucked. Tonight, she woke feeling very much sore, but so fucking incredible that she feels like she could do just about anything. Her body was definitely put through the wringer and there is a throbbing ache between her legs, and not to mention in her ass, but she welcomes the pain because the pleasure of it all is still humming through her.
The little vampire stretches out her stiff limbs while she yawns. As she does this, she wonders if Alucard and Sebastian are sore at all or were put into a coma. Are they currently going over last night's events and smiling in satisfaction like me? Pushing back her covers, Seras decides it's time to face the day. For the first time in so long, probably since she was a little girl, she practically jumps out of bed and skips to her bathroom. Turning on the light and instantly glancing into the mirror, Seras can't help but laugh. While she feels refreshed and new, she certainly doesn't look like it. Her reflection says that she had a rough night. Her hair is an utter mess; some strands sticking out unpleasantly, making her look silly. Her throat is covered in hickies, bite marks, claw marks, and bruises. Her hips, legs, wrists, shoulder, and the back of her neck are covered in large, dark purple bruises from where her mentors grabbed her. Her thighs are caked in dry semen and her own arousal. She could also feel what's leftover from last night clinging to her pussy and ass.
Despite looking like an utter disaster, the sight of her only causes Seras' smile to widen and she blushes bashfully. It's weird. I feel different. Not just refreshed and incredible, but I feel like a whole new person. Seras thinks to herself as she traces the shape of one of her bruises before exploring a bite mark on her throat. I guess that's what sex does to you. She snickers in amusement at this theory. The fledgling stares at herself for another few seconds, fully taking in the little mementos Alucard and Sebastian left her across her body. She never imagined sex to be so good. And she especially never imagined how rough and hard her first time would be or that she would even love it. But she did. She loved every second of it. In fact, she downright craves more. Will they fuck me again, like that, tonight? Seras wonders anxiously. She then clicks her tongue. I love being marked but…it will totally be embarrassing leaving my room like this. She frowns in remorse. I'll probably have to drink a blood bag, especially since I'll be punished if I don't.
Eventually, she looks away from her reflection and heads for the shower. She takes a long, hot, relaxing shower. It helps ease the pain in her sore muscles while adding on to the lingering good feeling Alucard and Sebastian left her with. She washes every aspect of herself, getting rid of whatever fluid was sticking to her, though she is admittedly sad to do so. She likes being visibly marked by her mentors. She likes having their…essences deep inside of her, claiming her inside and outside of her body.
As she washes herself, she can't help but go over every little thing that happened last night. The 'contract' of sorts, the kiss she shared with Sebastian, the obedience training, the possessiveness of it all, the rewards and punishments she received, the lack of consideration for her virginity, and the 'test'. Seras then frowns when recalling that she had technically thrown in the towel and yelled out 'red' to stop it all. Does that mean I automatically failed the test? If I failed, what does that mean exactly? Are they…done with me? Or…do I need more training to fulfill all their needs? Or…are they simply just disappointed because they were mistaken by me; I'm not what they need or want? All of these thoughts instantly sours Seras' mood.
I did my best. The Draculina thought woefully. I thought last night was amazing. Do they not feel the same way I do? Seras then quickly shakes her head and tries backing away from those venomous thoughts. Stop! You haven't even talked to them yet! You shouldn't jump to conclusions! Sighing heavily, Seras turns off the shower and gets out. Grabbing a towel on the rack, she wraps it around herself as she heads out to the main part of her bedroom. She goes straight for her table where a bucket waits. It's filled to the brim with ice and at the very top is an 'appetizing' blood bag.
Seras clicks her tongue at the thought of being forced to drink this, but she did make a deal with Alucard and Sebastian. If she wants this to continue between them, then she has to stay strong by drinking the blood given to her. Besides, it wasn't really that bad last night. Seras blushes at the remembrance of her willingly slurping down one of these blood bags just to appease her mentors. The taste of the blood on her tongue, of it filling her mouth, had been…stimulating…mind boggling…horrifying…arousing. There isn't just one word to describe it. It was truly a soul searching experience that left Seras wondering where the line between her being human and being a vampire ended and began. When did it become blurry and grey for her? Is she…changing? Becoming less human and…more…monstrous?
These thoughts cycle through Seras' head as she lifts the blood bag from the ice and just stares at it blankly. Is she truly willing to change herself, to questions her morals, for a good fucking? Her eyes darken at that ridiculous thought. I'm not changing and my morals haven't changed either! There's nothing wrong with being responsible and drinking blood to keep myself strong. It is donated blood after all. It's not like I'm killing for it! Putting those earliest thoughts to bed, she closes her eyes and sinks her fangs into the nasty tasting plastic. But once she's through the plastic and gets to the blood, she's introduced to bliss once more. All those thoughts and feelings from before fade away as the blood flows into her mouth and is swallowed immediately.
It feels as if time itself has frozen. All there is is her and the blood that sings to her like a siren. Beneath her closed lids, her blue eyes shift to a dark red. Her hunger feels insatiable in that small moment, growing steadily even with the more she drinks. She thoughtlessly closes her fingers around the bag, nearly bursting it in her hand as she greedily sucks up more of the red liquid. With every swallow, she can feel her body healing. Bruises fade away. Hickeys and bite marks vanish. Even the dull ache between her legs and in her muscles disappear without a trace. Unfortunately, after finishing the bag, Seras still feels extremely hungry.
Lowering the bag from her mouth, the fledgling keeps her eyes closed and takes deep breaths in and out of her mouth to calm herself down. She can feel the beast within her stirring and begging for more blood, but Seras is able to keep the monster at bay. No. She thinks and opens her eyes. I'm the one in control. One bag is enough. She repeats this to herself several times. Slowly, her hunger becomes more manageable as well as the beast inside of her until both are utterly silent. Now in a clear state of mind, Seras smiles and tosses her empty blood bag on the table.
"I'm in control." She states proudly with a look of confidence in her blue eyes. Feeling better knowing she can control her thirst and that monster within, her smile widens and she laughs. "Maybe…I can drink blood on a daily basis and…not be scared. I won't let it change me." Bright and cheery, the girl gets ready for the night. She tosses aside her towel and dresses in a fresh uniform, tights, and gloves. Afterwards, she cleans up her room by gathering last night's clothes, her wet towel, and her bedding. As Seras removes her sheets and blanket from the mattress, she can't help but blush. "How often am I going to have to change these?" She wonders out loud as she balls the bedding up and takes it to her hamper. "Maybe I should suggest putting a towel down."
As she heads back into the main part of her bedroom, she finds Alucard and Sebastian standing in the center of her room. Despite the cold and impassive looks on their faces, a burst of excitement shoots through Seras and she smiles widely at them. The men definitely notice a spring in her step as she approaches them. They can't help but grin in amusement.
"I'm assuming we did well because I can't remember the last time I saw you smile or skip like this." Sebastian chuckles.
"The answer is never. We've never seen her like this, so we must've done something right." Alucard snickers, causing Seras to blush.
"The sex was brilliant." The fledgling admits bashfully as she stops in front of them. "I woke up all sore but feeling…new and amazing."
"Interesting," Sebastian purrs as he studies her. "You aren't…terrified? Even knowing that we lost control of ourselves and didn't want to stop?" The smile then falls from the Draculina's face.
"Did…I fail…that…test?" Seras murmurs under her breath. Simultaneously, Alucard and Sebastian's eyes widen in shock.
"Fail?" The demon repeats.
"What exactly makes you think that you had failed Michaelis' test?" Alucard questions her with a brow arched. Timidly, the little vampire lowers her gaze to stare at the floor.
"I…I couldn't…last…long enough for either of you. I…told you to stop." Seras shamefully reminds them.
"Not because you were scared or couldn't handle it." The demon responds with a crooked smile. "But because you were on the brink of passing out and physically couldn't come for us anymore. We certainly pushed you to your limit, but we are more than pleased. More than you would ever know." Gasping, Seras looks back at her mentors in disbelief. I…pleased them? She thought to herself, unable to believe those very words.
"You definitely passed the test, Police Girl." Alucard chuckles with arousal mixed with insanity glinting in his dark red eyes. "You made us cum so many times that I've lost count. Not to mention, you were able to take a rough fucking from the both of us at the same time. No, you have done more than passed the test. You have outright put yourself in danger because we are downright addicted to fucking you." Her eyes widen from his words and she gapes at him. Am I hearing him correctly? Gradually, a dark blush invades her face. A pleased look appears in his eyes and his grin widens the slightest bit. "And if I'm not mistaken, you're addicted to it as well." Bashfully, Seras looks away as the rest of her face is taken over by a deep, dark blush that makes the men laugh in approval and amusement.
"Um…" The timid fledgling murmurs while placing her hands behind her back. She then gestures her head at the table, causing her mentors to instinctively glance in that direction. Instantly, they see the empty blood bag. Their eyes dilate with arousal and the grins on their faces widen, making them look downright insane and monstrous. "I…drank…my blood." She tells them, despite them already knowing.
"Oh?" Alucard purrs. Reaching out a hand, he caresses the side of her face. Her first reaction to his touch is snapping her eyes close then shuddering. But he is delighted when the sweet fledgling leans into his tender touch. His eyes narrow on her; the hunger rising. Am I about to make my girl purr? He can't help but wonder, anxious to hear those lovely sounds from her. "Is it a reward you're seeking, our sweet girl?" Seras cracks open her eyes to look at him, but she says nothing. Not that she has to because her eyes say enough for her. Those sparkling blue eyes are like a trap. Each and every time Alucard and Sebastian stare into them they get momentarily lost. A small, tender smile pulls at her lips before she cups her master's hand and leans further into it. Again, the master vampire waits to hear that infectious purring, but it still doesn't come. What do I have to do to make her purr?
"Later," Alucard murmurs and reluctantly pulls his hand away from her soft, warm cheek. The smile disappears from her face, killing him a little on the inside, though he doesn't understand why. "We're not here to satisfy our needs. Sir Integra instructed us to come and collect you."
"We're already late. Sir Integra will not be pleased by this." Sebastian adds.
"Alright," Seras responds. "Just let me go grab my rifle and we can go."
"It's not a mission, Draculina." Alucard keeps her from leaving by placing a hand on her shoulder. She looks up at him with clear curiosity in her eyes. "She wants us present at the scene of a crime."
"What?" The little vampire asks, looking all the more confused. "Does Hellsing normally consult…Nevermind," She interrupts herself halfway through, looking a little embarrassed. "You guys were there in Cheddar, so I guess it's natural for Hellsing to be in the loop of various crimes in case it is a vampire attack." Sebastian nods his head in affirmation.
"Yes, you would be correct. There are Captains and Lieutenants that are in the know of the Hellsing Organization, so if there is a vampire attack, we can handle it and no more civilians will be hurt or killed. As of right now, we should be in a suburban home where a recent crime was committed." The demon reminds the vampires once more as he pulls out his pocket watch to glance at the time. Seeing how late they were, he frowns. "Sir Integra is more than likely already at the scene. We must go." He reiterates and shoves his pocket watch back in his pocket.
It isn't long when Seras finds herself standing in the yard of a pretty normal looking home on a normal looking street. The crescent moon is hanging over their heads on this relatively quiet street. There is a single cop car and Sir Integra's own car outside, but no officers were around nor the Hellsing for that matter, which tells Seras that they may be inside. Currently, the police tape on the front door is hanging freely, allowing people in and out of the home. Seras finds it difficult to look at the suburban home since it dredges up old, painful memories of her childhood home before she was orphaned. It makes things worse when she notices two pink bikes laying in the yard. Where are the children? Are they alright? Seras wonders with clear worry in her eyes.
Her mentors walk ahead of her, heading straight for the house. It takes Seras a moment to find the courage to move and follow them. She keeps her head down and her eyes on the ground as she follows. As they reach the front porch, they can hear an unfamiliar male voice speaking.
"Where are your 'special' agents?" The clearly frustrated man asks, sounding greatly impatient.
"There'll be here." Sir Integra promises, sounding cool and calm as always. "My pets normally have a habit of being late, but they will get the job done." The monsters step through the threshold and easily find their master who's standing nearly in the center of an open living room. Apart from Walter, there is an older man with her with dark grey hair and a thick mustache. He is wearing a simple, but professional outfit - black khakis, dark grey button up shirt, and a black coat - while sporting a gun on his hip and a badge that hangs around his neck. But Seras' eyes don't go to him, but to the metaphorical elephant in the room.
Casually, Sir Integra, Walter, and this elderly man that had to be in his late fifties or early sixties, are standing in front of a gruesome sight. A man and woman, both roughly in their forties, were hanging from the ceiling by their necks. It's clear how the man died and it wasn't from the hanging. Someone had gutted him. A deep cut was made to his abdomen. His intestines were piled on the floor. Swinging behind him is, what Seras assumes to be, his wife. Again, it's clear how she died though it wasn't the same way as her husband. Clear puncture marks stood out on her grey flesh as she writhes and snarls in her noose as a hungry, rotting ghoul. A vampire was definitely here.
The smell in the room is horrendous, bringing tears to Seras' eyes and causing her to gag. How long have they been here?! She wonders as she turns away and covers her mouth and nose with her hand. How in the hell can any of them stand the smell?! Seras looks at each of them, seeing how calm they were, as if the smell doesn't bother them in the slightest. Sebastian notices Seras' reaction to the smell and smirks. Leaning down, he privately whispers in her ear.
"The humans are using a mentholated product to block out the stench." The demon explains to her. "Alucard and I are simply unbothered by it." That smirk grows into something sinister as he leans further in, brushing his lips over her ear. "You should know from deepthroating that you don't need to breathe. Hold your breath, Seras. The smell won't bother you then." After giving her that friendly little tip, he stands up straighter and looks back at his master. Taking his advice, especially since she's so desperate and will try anything, even if it does sound ridiculous and impossible, she stops breathing. It's an odd feeling for her. Normally…when she was human at least, holding her breath felt like a challenge and would slowly grow uncomfortable until she needed to suck in a breath. But now? It's strange how comfortable and natural it feels to not breathe, as if it is as easy, ironically, as breathing. As the seconds tick by, no discomfort appears; no pain or worry or panic. Her body remains calm and she's completely fine.
Since she is no longer breathing, the stench doesn't bother her and she's able to fully focus on the crime that happened. Her eyes wander the room as the captain of the police speaks. He opens the file he has to finally go over the details since Hellsing's special agents were now present.
"These two have been hanging here dead for a little more than a week. The wife's sister is the one who found them and reported it to the police." The captain informs them.
"How was her sister's condition explained to her?" Sir Integra asks as she gestures at the snarling ghoul. Seras' eyes narrow on the dead husband. Her brows furrow as she studies him. He looks…familiar. Wait…The Draculina thinks.
"It hasn't yet." The captain answers. "She had a mental breakdown and went catatonic. The last I checked, she's currently sitting in a mental ward at the hospital." His eyes then flicker over at the Hellsing's pet vampire in red. "If she sanes up, you should have your…pet meet with her to erase her memory, so she won't go causing a panic by babbling about ghouls and zombies." Looking away from the husband and wife, Seras' eyes go to the wall behind the captain where words are written almost neatly in blood.
This is what happens to cowardice traitors. I'm coming for all of you
Seras reads those words several times, the worry growing in her steadily. Are we going to find more of these types of crimes? Her eyes darts back to the husband and wife. How horrible.
"What of the children?" Seras asks without thinking. The captain and Sir Integra glance over at her. While one seems genuinely pleased by her concern, the other seems greatly displeased that she's speaking. The captain gives her a cold look before glancing back at his case file.
"Their daughters, eight and twelve, have been missing for about a week. They were last seen last Friday at school." The Captain answers. "It's unknown yet if they were kidnapped inside or outside of their home."
"Who were they, the husband and wife?" Sir Integra asks next. "From those words on that wall, it sounds as if one of them was knowingly dealing with a bad crowd, though I'm unsure if they knew it was a vampire they were working with."
"They were…" The captain started to answer but was unexpectedly cut off.
"Richard Evans and I believe his wife's name was Delilah." Seras answers automatically. At the same time, everyone looks at the fledgling with a look of surprise on their faces. Jolting from speaking out of turn again and having everyone stare at her like she is some new animal they have just discovered, Seras nervously rubs the back of her head. "Sorry." She apologizes softly and timidly. "I answered without thinking." Sir Integra and Walter glance over at the captain, wondering if the girl is in fact correct about the identities. The captain stares at Seras for a moment, still looking annoyed but also surprised.
"Yes, Richard and Delilah Evans, but how did you know that?" The captain asks, treating her as if she is too stupid to know anything. Seras frowns at the man's clear dislike for her. Getting a little ruffled by it, the fledgling instead looks at the Hellsing, acting as if she asked in a more polite way how she could possibly know the identities.
"I used to work with him." The little vampire answers. "When I was a cop, I mean. Not the shady sh…stuff." She keeps herself from swearing in front of her boss.
"Really?" The captain responds, sounding a little like he didn't trust her. His eyes look her over, noting how small and girly she is. She was on the force? The man scoffs at the idea. What a disgrace. Hearing the human's thoughts, without even thinking, Alucard and Sebastian both look away from Seras to shoot the captain with such a dark and menacing look. Seeing their heads snap to look at him, the human instinctively meets their gazes and freezes. However, instead of showing his fear, he clears his throat and quickly looks down at his file to avoid their death glares.
"What do you know of him?" Sir Integra asks, hoping Seras can give them more answers about the husband's character.
"I didn't know him well since I did my best to avoid him. He was very…pompous, always bragging. He was also a dirty cop. He got caught stealing from evidence lockers." The fledgling tells her.
"What exactly was he stealing?" Sir Integra asks with her brows furrowed.
"Money, drugs and murder weapons to sell off." Seras answers. "I don't know if he had a good friend on the board or something because all he got was a couple weeks of suspension." The fledgling then gestures her head at the words on the walls. "Sir, if you don't mind me adding in my two cents, I think I know who the vampire is referring to when he says 'all of you'."
"I'm open to hearing your theory." Sir Integra permits her with a nod, looking slightly impressed so far.
"Evans had friends that were just as dirty as him. Those three were basically tied at the hip and got into all sorts of trouble together. If he hasn't changed much in these last three months, then…I'm willing to bet he and his friends got in way over their heads on some shady deal with a vampire."
"A shady deal?" The captain scoffs at her theory. "First off, why are you assuming and dragging other officers into this? Secondly, why are you jumping to conclusions that it's a shady deal?" Seras finally looks at him to pierce him with a dark look, but unlike with her mentors, he isn't afraid to stare her down.
"What ideas are you coming up with?" The anger in her gets the better of her and she says this without thinking. "Clearly, a vampire did this. And from those words on the wall behind you, he was obviously working with said vampire; Evans betrayed him in some way." Before he can even respond, the Draculina dismisses him by once more looking away to meet Sir Integra's gaze. "Sir, I know it may seem far-fetched, but…"
"I think you're on the right track, Police Girl." Sir Integra tells her with a proud smile, especially after the way she handled the captain. The Hellsing is more than familiar with the frustration and annoyance of having to deal with misogynistic men, especially since it's on a daily basis for her. "It's at least something to start on and worth looking into." Seras gives her a small smile in return, grateful that someone here has some faith in her.
"I do have…one question." The fledgling speaks back up. The smile falls from her face and that withering glare returns as she looks back at the captain. "What did the wife do professionally?" The man outright sniggers at her and looks at Sir Integra as if to see that she agrees that the question is completely stupid as much as he thinks it is. The Hellsing, on the other hand, does not look amused by his response to the fledgling's question, even if she doesn't understand why it was asked in the first place.
"Why does that matter?" The captain asks as he glances back at the small blonde.
"There's glitter on her blouse but not on her skin." Seras mentions as she points at the writhing ghoul. Sebastian glances down at the fledgling in astonishment. He had noticed the glitter and had intended to bring it up, but Seras had beat him to it. She had noticed that small detail? The demon thinks to himself as he looks at her in wonderment.
"So?" The captain scoffs with a shrug. He gives Seras a foul look. God damn bitch thinks she's so smart! She's making something out of nothing! His thoughts come through clearly for the monsters, angering them further.
"Watch yourself." Alucard hisses a warning. His dark red eyes simmer with his rage. Seras glances at her master with a tender smile on her lips, though she's unaware of what the man was thinking and that's why her master is standing up for her. The captain frowns at the two vampires.
"Why does it matter what she did?" The captain asks.
"I think the person who attacked them had glitter on themselves. He must have got it on her when he bit her." Seras adds, feeling ignored and frustrated. Why is he fighting her so hard on this?
"She had kids. Her youngest being eight. Girls like glitter. She probably just got it on her mum was all." The man proceeds to brush her off.
"Actually, knowing her profession would help." Sebastian pushes for answers for the Draculina. "You chastised Seras earlier for just 'assuming' certain things about the husband, but here you are assuming the glitter is from her child when in fact it could be an important clue of who attacked her." The exhausted looking captain stares at him in disbelief of what he is hearing.
"Glitter? An important clue?" He mutters and then rolls his eyes. "Fine," He caves and looks back at the file. He then snickers with a cocky look in his eyes. "She was a piano instructor. Ran her business in this very house. Mostly worked with kids…You know, the same little fuckers who play with glitter." He then looks back at Seras. "Or what? Do you think a hooker or stripper did this?"
"Not necessarily," Seras answers while she glowers hatefully at him. "But someone who spends their time with hookers or strippers." Before the captain can say something in return, Sebastian speaks up once more with a wide, proud smirk.
"I think it's wise to invest in that theory. For those who don't know, crafting glitter and body glitter are different types." The demon explains. "Crafting glitter is sharp while body glitter is rounded and smooth, making it safe to wear on the skin. The glitter on her blouse is round and smooth, which tells us that it's body glitter." The captain looks puzzled for a moment while he tries to study the glitter on the woman's blouse, but it's just about impossible because the ghoul is thriving all over the place. He then looks back over at Sebastian.
"How in the hell can you see that?" The captain asks him.
"Our eyesight is far more significant than you." Sebastian openly insults him. The man straightens and visibly bristles at his words, clenching his jaw.
"Okay, so it is body glitter on her blouse. But that still doesn't mean shit. Girls love body glitter and makeup, and her twelve year old was nearing thirteen." The man does his damndest to try and prove them wrong in some way.
"Why would you rather try to make us look stupid instead of solving this case and saving the girls?" Seras asks him outright, frustrated with his weird need to be smarter than everyone and work against them. It's like nobody else is allowed to have a thought unless he approves of it! What kind of captain is he? Why isn't he taking any of this seriously?! Seras thinks to herself angrily. What an egotistical dick! Startling her, Alucard and Sebastian both chortle. She looks up at her master with wide eyes, even though he's not looking at her, and wonders what made them laugh.
"I've already done a thorough search of the place." Sebastian chimes in once more, now earning a stunned look from both Seras and the man. Sir Integra, Walter, and even Alucard are merely grinning; not at all surprised by the demon's agility and thoroughness. Leave it to a demon to leave no stone unturned and in only seconds. "None of the females of this household, nor the male, possess glitter of any sort, not even in their makeups." The captain stares at him for a long minute before pure rage takes over his features. His face turns a bright shade of red as he grits his teeth and glares at Sebastian.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" The man raises his voice. "You thoroughly searched the entire house? When? Who gave you access?"
"You did, and the moment I stepped foot in the house. Best way to put it, I'm incredibly fast." The demon grins at, in Seras words, the egotistical dick. "I wasn't able to find any other clues, but the glitter on the blouse. However, Seras mentioned it before I could." He glances down at the Draculina with a look of pride in his eyes.
"Sorry!" The fledgling apologizes, thinking he may be annoyed or angry with her.
"Don't be. It can be very rewarding to be so observant." The demon subtly purrs, causing Seras' face to heat with a blush. She then gives him a small shy smile. I made him proud. The monsters hear the Draculina's gleeful thoughts.
"If the women of the house didn't possess body glitter, then do you believe that it is a vampire who either uses it or spends his time with those who do?" Sir Integra asks Michaelis, forcing him to draw his attention away from Seras.
"I can't be one hundred positive, Sir." Sebastian answers. "It could be ladies of the night. It could be a lover or girlfriend's body glitter. We shouldn't rule out that the body glitter could belong to our suspect."
"It was a good clue to notice, but it doesn't make our jobs any easier unfortunately." Sir Integra responds, looking deep in thought. She then sighs, drops her head, and closes her eyes. "Perhaps our first step should be looking for gentlemen's clubs and finding out which ones encourage their performers to wear body glitter." A thought then came to her. Lifting her head, she looks back at Seras. "You mentioned earlier that Mr. Evans had friends and you may believe his friends might be in danger as well of having their intestines spilled on the floor. What were their names? Do you recall?"
"Oh! Um…" Seras closes her eyes to think. "Mike Williams and…Glenn…Glenn Hallewelle!" She successfully remembers and looks back at her boss.
"Are you positive?" Sir Integra asks, wanting to be certain. Seras nods her head.
"Yes, Sir. I'm positive." The fledgling responds. The Hellsing then glances over her shoulder at her trusted butler.
"Walter, report to HQ through the radio in the car. Have Patel run a full report on these men. I want to know everything; every felonious act committed." Sir Integra instructs him. The butler nods.
"Yes, Sir." Walter replies and then leaves to complete his task.
"Captain Stewart," The Hellsing looks over at him. "I would like to send Alucard and Michaelis out as soon as possible to collect Williams and Hallewelle before our target finds them…if he hasn't already. Their place of residence should be on their employee files. Please, use the radio in your own car to get us those addresses as quickly as possible."
"Yes, Ma'am." Stewart murmurs respectfully before leaving to do his task. The Hellsing then looks at her pets.
"Put her out of her misery." Sir Integra requests and gestures her head at the ghoul. Grinning, Alucard nods as he pulls his gun from his inner coat pocket and approaches the moving corpse. Unbothered by him, Sir Integra smirks at Seras. "You did well, Police Girl." Seras jumps when Alucard fires his loud gun. The screeching creature goes silent and limps in her noose. Nearly her entire head is gone. "Don't let Stewart get under your skin. He doesn't like it very much when a woman shows him up." The small blonde gives her a small smile, though that smile doesn't reach her eyes.
"He'd rather let innocent children die than hear any theories from a woman apparently. However did he make captain? He doesn't even make a decent cop or detective." Seras scoffs, causing the Hellsing to chuckle in amusement.
"Like I said, don't let him get under your skin." Sir Integra repeats. "Once we figure out Williams and Hallewelle's addresses, I want the three of you to depart immediately. Officer Victoria, you'll go with your master to get Hallewell. Michaelis, you'll go with Stewart to collect Williams. We've lost a considerable amount of time, so they may already be dead. However, if you do find them alive, bring them straight back to HQ for questioning."
End of Chapter Nine
I hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Oxford Not Brogues