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Mannequin	By : SweetKitten Category: Hellsing > General Views: 2334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own HellsinG, nor do I pretend to. All characters and affiliations belong correctly and legally to Mr. Kouta Hirano. I'm just using them for a fan powered work of fiction. No profit is made - this is purely from my mind.

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The smell of smoke and blood filled her senses, mixing with the thick fog that surrounded her thoughts and smeared her vision. She was falling, slowly, of that she was aware. But why was she falling? Snippets of shapes and figures filled her mind, trying to make sense of why.

   A blood red coat.

   Battle…loosing.

   Death…immortal.

   Silver…blessed.

   Tower…falling.

   Something soft and wet made contact with her right side, and she was sure that she had finally hit the ground. Wait…she wasn’t supposed to feel. But she could feel something burning inside her – her chest, her heart, her head.

   PAIN.

   Immense pain wracked her broken body, and Seras Victoria opened her mouth in a silent scream. It was intensifying by the second, crushing her mind into darkness –

   Cheddar. Just like in Cheddar. I was dying then…

   Thoughts and memories came rushing back to her, clearer than they ever were before. But she was loosing them, letting them slip through her mind like they were shadows.

   And the darkness, it was coming, covering her thoughts, claiming her –

   Much like he did.

   A smile came unbidden to her lips as she allowed the darkness to close her vision, and weigh down her limbs.

   I loved him. The faint thought crossed her mind as she slowly sank into the comforting darkness.

   1 month ago

   Seras Victoria sighed heavily, momentarily resting her head against the rough stones of the wall. “Bloody filthy Freaks…” she muttered, closing her eyes for a second of respite. Tonight’s mission had been particularly tricky for the young fledgling – since Alucard was not assigned to go along with the unit she was traveling with. Not only did she have to terminate the Freak herself, endangering several soldiers and a commander in the process, but the mental link between her Master and herself had remained silent for the entire evening. That in itself had put pressure on Seras, for she knew that the mission was one that her Master was ‘grading’ her on.

   It was all part of a new training program that Integra had ordered Alucard to start. After the incident with Incognito and the conspiracy against the Hellsing Organization discovered, the charges against Integra had been dropped and she was allowed to return to the Hellsing Estate. Upon her return though, Integra had not been the same. She was more demanding and harsh with her troops, ordering tougher drills and training regiments. Even being a fledgling vampire had not stopped Integra from pushing Seras harder. The once kind, but fridged leader of Hellsing was gone – and replaced with one that seemed to grow closer to the monster that Alucard was every day.

   Sighing again, Seras opened her eyes, and pushed herself away from the stone wall. Turning, the police girl continued walking down to the lower levels of the mansion, her heavy footsteps echoing down the empty hall. Thoughts of the battle that night filled Seras’s mind as she continued to head toward her bedroom.

   She had been careless. Twenty infantry men were already in the building, and shots and screams were heard from every open window. She could smell the blood – both vampiric, ghoul, and human – and she could smell the burning flesh of the incendiary rounds that Sir Hellsing had ordered be used for this mission. She couldn’t stand here and wait for the signal…something had to be done now, or else more men would die. She had seen more than her fair share of watching and hearing her fellow men being slaughtered – both during the Valentine brother’s raid, and Incognito’s confrontation at the Tower of London. So she rushed in, heedless of those around her and ignoring the shouts of her commander, following her vampiric senses to the Freak.

   And what a chase it had been.

   He had lead her through the building all of twice before he escaped – jumping out into the street. She had gotten a lucky shot in then, just from the small fire escape hatch on the third floor. One single bullet to the head as the Freak was about to dismember her commander.

   She knew she had been careless, and stupid.

   Leave it up to the girl nicknamed Kitten to keep her human tactics while hunting Freaks, when time and time again her Master told her to leave them all behind. She was a vampire now, not a human, and she had better learn how to use her vampiric senses beyond her sensitive smell, sight, and hearing.

   Seras needed to change, but she was afraid too. And if her Master found out about that.. well, she didn’t want to think about that now.

   Reaching her room, Seras opened the thick metal door, only to close it loudly behind her. Looking out at her barely furnished room, Seras began her usual routine after battles. Her torn and bloodstained uniform hit the ground in a trail following her wake – only to be joined by a pair of boots, gloves, and whatever underwear she had picked out that day. In gathering her toiletries and robe, Seras headed toward the washroom off to the left of her bedroom. She found it amusing that she wound up having her own bathroom – even though she was dead and certainly didn’t need it anymore. Apparently, Walter had that particular bathroom built a long time ago – even before Seras had been turned and joined the ranks of Hellsing. Perhaps this massive room of concrete walls buried beneath the soil of Hellsing Manor had once been Walter’s when he was younger and had worked alongside Alucard – but Seras would never know. Unless she asked.

   Seras giggled at the thought of asking the old, kindly retainer of the mansion about the mysterious private bathroom attached to her room. But those giggles soon died as she entered the washroom, and turned on the light.

   She hated this part of the day. Opposite of the door, there was a full length mirror hanging on the wall. Since she was a vampire, Seras had no reflection. But she imagined what she would see anyway. She would see paler than normal skin spattered with blood and dust, her short, spiky blonde hair now dulled by the days events. Her heart-shaped face would bare smudges and minor cuts, and her larger than normal blood-red eyes would stare straight back at her. But it was her pink bow tie lips that covered her tiny, cat-like fangs, the one thing that truly marked her as a vampire.

   Turning away from the mirror, Seras shook the thoughts from her head as she began her shower.

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