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The Definition of Monster	By : DeathbyKonami Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 2530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Boredom, the true killer of the undead.
Seras could live through a number of incidences; firefights, staking, burning, and possibly beheading. She could handle all of these and survive, but if she had to fill out one more report, she was going to eat her Harkonnen.
It had been two days since her Master's assessment had begun, two days of waiting for a mission to arise. Seras didn't know how much longer she could wait, the anticipation was eating her.
"Ma Chere." Seras looked up from banging her head against the desk to see the ever faithful companion, Pip Bernadotte. "Pip, how many times must I tell you, my name is Seras." In truth, his terms of endearment no longer bothered her, the only thing that bothered her were his adventurous hands. Which tried to grope her at least once a day, every now and then succeeding much to her displeasure.
" Ha, Ma Chere, we both know you do not care." He walked to the desk and sat on the edge. His one eye going over the documents she had been working on. Seras sat up in her chair, and stretched her arms above her head, popping the vertebrate in her back, and then quickly put her arms down upon noticing where Pip's eye strayed. "Pip my eyes are up here." She could tell already that tonight, was going to be a long night. His eye lit mischievously for a second, but he said nothing in rebuke to her statement. Only shrugged his shoulders before leaning back against a filing cabinet beside her desk, arms crossed behind his head.
Both sat in companionable silence for a second. It was early in the evening, and the sounds of soldiers feet could be heard as they switched shifts. Seras finished filling out the last of her paper work. Evaluation day was coming up, soon they would know who the new recruits would be into the organization, and every little thing about the day required a permission slip or a release form of some kind.
"Pip, please take these to Integra." She said while nudging the man with said stack of paperwork. He looked over to the papers in her hand, then returned to his previous position. "Moi, je veux pas de faire ca, moi." That was his favorite thing to tell her anytime he didn't want to do something. When they had first met he would often speak french to rile her up. Since she had no idea what he was saying, it would drive her up the wall to hear things she couldn't understand, but she absorbed him she had learned the language, so now the only reason he ever said things in french were to emphasize points. "Yes, I understand you really don't want to do it, but it would be nice."
Pip looked over to the blonde, his hands reaching down to pick up the monstrous stack of paperwork, "Only if you come with me, deal?" Seras laughed and rolled her eyes, "Fine, but only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself." The blonde stood and walked to the door, Pip following behind her, "I can not promise I will not, but I can promise to try." He said this with a shrug of his shoulders, while pulling a cigarette out of seemingly nowhere. She knew that was the closest to a Yes as she was every going to get, "Okay good enough."
She walked out the door, locking it before continuing down the hall to the basement stairs. Seras had two offices, one above ground and one below ground. The one above ground was a small room down the hall from the kitchens. The space was too small, and was only big enough for five filing cabinets, a desk, and a chair. Anything else in the room would make it more suffocating than it already was. The desk was already pushed against a wall, the filing cabinets lining the walls. Two in front of her desk and three on the other wall. Her below ground office was much larger, just a little smaller than her old room, and was connected to her current bedroom. Only problem was it had no telephone, and no internet; so sending faxes and emails were completely out of question. So out of her two offices, she had one with telephone and internet, but was so small it was hard to fit two people; or she had a much larger one, with no telephone or Internet access.
They walked down the hall side by side, Pip occasionally partially merging with her arm.
"So tell me Mignonette, how long do you think ze peace will last now that "He" is back." Seras looked up at her friend, thinking of a good amount of time. He had already been here going on 3 days now, so probably not long.
"To be honest, probably only another day or so at most, if he isn't already working Integra up." Pip chuckled at the last comment. They both knew full well how boring the Manor was lately. Missions were rare, and if they did have a mission it was usually just patrolling a "Suspicious" site. The only times they really went on good missions were when they went to other countries. The United States and France to be more specific. Other than that the only things they had to look forward to were fights with their favorite Iscariot Regenerator.
Pip and Seras reached the end of the stairs when they heard the yelling. "Eh Bien, the peace lasted for awhile." Seras nodded her head in agreement. The peace had been nice while it lasted. Now she had to go see what her Master had done now. When she had said her Master would get bored and probably bother Sir Integra, she hadn't thought it would happen so soon. She thought he would atleast try and get a rise out of her first before she bothered the busy Hellsing heir. Though that may be why he had bothered her, the woman was always busy.
By the time they made it to the door the yelling had stopped, and Seras poked her head in to see what exactly was going on. Everything seemed to be in order, everything from the steaming blonde behind the desk with a finger itching to pull a trigger, to her Master grinning like a mad man in the corner. Yes everything seemed normal, the only thing out of the ordinary was the glass and ash littering the floor, from the looks of it Integra had thrown her ashtray at her Master. Not that it would hurt him, but it was better than wasting bullets.
"Integra, I brought the rest of the reports you asked for." Seras said as she walked to the heated woman's desk, Pip close behind her with the paperwork in tow, and both of them dodging shards of ashtray. "Thank you, Seras. You couldn't have arrived at a better time, a mission just came in." Both Seras's and Pips ears perked at the word mission. Finally something to do besides paperwork and going over formations.
"A freak vampire has been wreaking havoc in Kearney. It's a small, isolated village out in the middle of nowhere. Most if not the whole town has been turned into ghouls. Your orders are simple, search and destroy." Seras gave a grin, already knowing the answer to her question. "Sir, isn't Kearney in Northern Ireland." Integra gave a small grin, she knew what Seras was getting at, but she would play along. "Yes." Seras grinned wider, "And is Iscariot getting involved." Integra reached for a Cigar, lighting and inhaling before answering. "Maybe, let me guess, you want your orders on what to do if you encounter The Mummy." Seras momentarily cringed at the nickname before continuing. "Yes, if I encounter her."Integra gave a short laugh, if Iscariot was involved there was bound to be a conflict between the two girls. Neither of them could back down from a fight if the other was involved. It reminded her so much of Alucard and the late Alexander Anderson, as they had a relationship much like their prodiges do now. "If you encounter the Papist, you have permission to engage, show them what we're made of." Both Seras and Alucard bowed their heads, "Yes Master." And with that the Mission began.
Seras turned to look at her Master, his grin turning more wolfish with each passing moment. "Let us hope we run into Iscariot." Seras could feel his excitement through the bond. Her own flooding over to him. Seras walked out to the balcony, her Master following closely behind her. "And how exactly do you plan to get their Seras." A shiver ran down her spine hearing her name grace his lips. "the same way I always travel." She turned around to smile widely at him before jumping off the banister. Her shadows sprouting out behind her sending her soaring through the sky towards Kearney, leaving nothing but a red line in her wake.
Alucard looked to the skies, his glasses pulled momentarily down as he looked on. In all his years he had never met another vampire who could do that. Not without first selling apart of there soul. "She has grown quite a bit over the years." Alucard turned to see his Master walking up to the balcony as well. "I can see that, she's come a long way." Integra looked out into the sky, Seras long gone from view. "Over the years I have conducted evaluations of her abilities, she has quite a bit of your own powers, but we already knew that." Alucard looked on, waiting for her finish. "What I didn't expect was for her inherit some of your.. Shall we say... Modifications." Alucard looked over for a second before turning back to face the sky, his face remaining neutral "Go on." Integra brought her cigar to her lips, inhaling deeply before continuing, "Well obviously, most vampires don't fly." Alucard huffed, his arms crossing across his chest. "But she has also displayed regenerative abilities much higher than other vampires." Alucard once more looked on with interest, "what kinds of regenerative abilities." Integra gave a smirk, the bastard was a lot more interested than he was letting on. "I've seen her personally survive a shot to the heart." At this Alucard did turn around to face her, his interest finally showing through fully. "She not only was shot through the heart, but healed it much like you would." Alucard looked back over to the skyline. His face hidden beneath his fedora, but Integra knew if she could see, she would see the gears turning behind those hellish eyes. Then as fast as she could blink he was gone, leaving in his wake a cold breeze which chilled her to the bone.
Integra walked back to the desk, her left hip smarting off to her along the way. She looked down to the desk, a stack of paperwork still needing to be filled out. It was only a quarter till ten, and though the night was still young she sighed. Knowing full well it was going to be a long one.

Seras arrived at a clearing just outside of the village. It was littered with shot down ghouls and gore, and of course, her master was standing in the middle of it. Seras walked up to him, surveying the area with a short whistle. "You couldn't have at least saved one for me." Alucard pocketed the gun, head turning to face the blonde at his side. To be fair, he had walked around for a minute or two, but waiting had then turned into seeing how many ghouls he could lure to the clearing, and that fastly became a game of how fast he could kill them all. "Well I couldn't wait forever. Besides, there's plenty more in the village."
Seras closed her eyes, as her senses spread out to the surrounding area. Primarily focusing on the center of Kearney. She could see with her mind's eye the hordes of ghouls walking the streets. Mindless creatures, nothing more than hollow shells of their former selves. However, something seemed different. Seras couldn't put her finger to what it was, but something about them seemed different. Luggish even for a ghoul. Seras having seen enough from afar decided it was about time to finish the job. She looked behind her once to see Alucard walking behind her, a smirk plastered on his face. "You noticed it didn't you." Seras frowned for a second, before realizing what he was referring to. "Yes I did, I'm not sure what it is, but something doesn't feel right. None of them have felt right lately." Alucard frowned, his eyebrow quirking up, "This isn't the first time I presume." Seras slowed her walking till she was shoulder to shoulder, or as shoulder to shoulder as she could be with Alucard. Her face looking up towards his, "No it's not, these ghouls started showing up about a month ago. They lack intelligence even for a ghoul, they decompose faster, but other than this their are no visual differences between them and other ghouls we have faced." Sera's face grew grave for second, a look Alucard wasn't sure he enjoyed seeing on her face. "They are different, their auras are off, almost like they've been created by a Freak. However, we have never encountered any Freaks who could create such pathetic ghouls."
The duo reached the outskirts of the buildings in no time, the sounds of groans leading them to the right place. Alucard looked on with disgust, Seras had been right. These creatures were pathetic even by a ghouls standard. The good majority of them didn't even bother to turn their heads, instead they stumbled around, lost to the world around them. He looked down the road seeing several ghouls whom were unable to stand, their bodies simply not having the energy. Alucard looked to the blonde at his side, "You said they appeared a month ago." Seras continued to look on at the village before them, but still answered his questions. "Yes, in each instance it has been small remote locations, no Freaks have been found at any of the sites." Sera's head snapped to her left, her eyes closing as she inhaled deep.
"Master, there seems to be a survivor. He's in an Inn, about 80 meters to our left." Alucard felt with his own senses, sure enough there was a human presence coming from the Inn. Alucard grinned down at his blonde subordinate, "Well, lead the way." His hand waving down in the direction of the Inn. Seras momentarily looked shocked, then she remembered this was her show. Her actions were being graded, every thing she did pulled apart and studied under his unwavering eyes.
Seras led the way to the Inn, her shadows spearheading the nearby ghouls, and her master shooting when he felt like. The ghouls he shot being ones she was already under way killing. Much to her irritation.
The Inn was small, looking to be about ten rooms in total. All the windows were shattered, busted in from the looks of it, and the front door looked to be kicked in. Seras flared her Shadowy arm around her, preparing herself for whatever might come. Alucard in turn was heard cocking his Casull. Seras stepped through the doorway, knocking the broken bits of door to the side along the way. The leftovers of a confrontation a few hours passed could be seen down the halls. Bullet holes and blood splatter peppered the beige walls. Seras walked down the right hallway, her shadows flickering and growing with anticipation. She had just made it to the room in question, when the survivor charged out of the room, knocking into Seras. Seras caught her footing before grabbing him by his collar and pushing him up against the wall. A comical scene for Alucard since the man was a good foot taller than her.
"Please, PLEASE, I just need the book! When I get the book I swear I'll go please you just have to help me! Please she's coming for me please, please, Please HELP ME!" The man was pleading with Seras, tears and snot smearing his face as he begged her to help him. "Alright, who is coming for you." Seras looked up to Alucard for suggestions, the man was doing nothing but blubbering a mantra of, "Please help me." and "I need the book." Seras tried again to get through to him, this time raising her voice, and emphasizing it with a squeeze of his shirt around his neck. "What book do you need, who is af-after... you?"
Alucard looked to his servant, her eyes seeming bewildered as she looked at his face. He titled the man's head to face his own, and was surprised as well. The man's scent was definitely human, his presence was perceived as human, yet this man was not human. He was a weak, cowardly, Freak.
"Please, please, I need to get the book back from It. It has the book." All gentleness left Seras as her shadows surrounded the man, boxing him to the wall as her presence stood over him. "Where did you get the chip?" Her voice was cold, harsh even. Eyes set like steel. The chippings of her girlish exterior flaking away before Alucard's eyes, her mask slipping off for his hungry gaze. He wanted to see more, he needed to see more.
"Ch- ch- chip, wh- what chip? I ain't got no chi- AHhh!" Seras had her claws in his shoulder, clearly done with his petty answers. "Who has the book? Sera's shadows were suffocating, it was a wonder the man was able to stand under with as terrified as he was. 'The- the thing, the monster's dressed like a priest-" The man continued talking, but Seras wasn't listening. Her eyes mimicked that of a child on Christmas morning, as if the best present in the world had just been delivered to her. As if on cue, Seras pulled her shadows to her like a shield, just as the head of the freak was shot through. Several more shots were fired, all at Seras. She blocked the majority of the bullets, but one managed to catch her in the side. She pushed it out easily, before healing it with a flick of her shadows. If these had been regular bullets none would have passed through her shield. However, these were special bullets, made from a silver cross, and blessed by the Pope himself.
Alucard's excitement grew with the stirrings of battle in the air. His finger itching to pull the trigger, but he would not intervene. This was not his battle, this was the moment he had been waiting to see. He told them all before, Integra, Walter, he had told them all there was something more to her. He had caught a glimpse of it in Cheddar, again in Badrick, on the battlefield as he told her to go and conquer with their Master, and now he would see the harvest of his work. His eyes trained on her, drinking in the sight not wanting to miss a thing. He noticed her posture, confident and on guard. Her shadows flickering madly across every surface, and her eyes. His breath hitched as he looked on, as her eyes truly did echo Hell's Fires. Seras walked down the hall, fazing through the wall and window to come face to face with her favorite enemy.
Her rifle was precariously thrown to the ground, as she pulled out her Dual Pistols, her face still hidden in the shadows. Neither of them could back down from a fight with one another. Much like their predecessors, they were each other's favorite enemy. Over thirty years they had grown together. Their original coming together a way of dealing with the pain. Both had lost much in the war, and though neither would admit it, they had a deep respect for one another. A deep respect born out of pain, and the desire to become stronger.
"We really do need to stop meeting under theses circumstances, if you wanted to see me so badly you could always just ask, Heinkel Wolfe." The woman in question came out of the shadows. The ends of her bandages whipping around in the wind. "As if I would ike to see you. You assue too uch." (As if I would like to see you, you assume too much.) Seras smiled at her enemy, her posture growing lax, "The man said you had a book. Care to share." Her body stance changed. She was down low to the ground. One leg out to the side, the other bent, her arms splayed out down beside the bent knee. It looked like a variation of what a runner might use to start a race, and the way a cat positions to pounce. It was a loose stance, leaving room for quick maneuvering. Heinkel was very familiar with this pose, in their earlier days that pose alone would have decided the fight then and there.
"Damn, I have to win, I can't let Hellsing get this." Unlike her younger years, she now knew how to avoid the quick attacks her enemy was known for. What she had problems with were her shadows, one wrong move and she could have a spike in her abdomen, or have a leg slashed. These wounds would heal in time, but during the fight it would cost her. Father Anderson was right all those years ago, she really was more than they could handle. Yumie and her would have been defeated easily, but she was stronger than then. She knew her enemies moves, knew the way she glided through the air, or used her shadows like like an extension of the body. Every glide her opponent made was precise, planned, aimed at where she predicted the enemy would be.
Heinkel pulled the book out of her Cassock, tossing it to a spot in the grass. This fight was in her favor. They were beside the Inn, and from the wall of the Inn to the tree line was 35 Meters. If they were to move it would be either into the trees, or into the village. With how the town was set up it was one main road down the middle, with two rows of buildings on either side. A road down the middle forming a cross pattern with the other roads. With such close quarter combat, there were only so many places Seras could move, her movements would be restricted, but so would hers if she wasn't careful. Seras if given the chance could easily turn the tables by using her shadows. She rarely ever did it, but when she was taking a fight between the two of them as more than just a spar, the shadows could easily be the death of her; and if this became the case, close quarter combat would be the worst choice. It all depended on how her opponent was feeling, if she wanted to test herself, she was screwed, if she just wanted to spar she would be fine.
"Close quarter battle, I'm impressed. There's only one problem." Her back hitched as she prepared for the attack, Heinkel stood her guard, preparing to dodge. "I'm not allowed to lose tonight." Heinkel's stomach turned, the vampiress was taking it seriously. Heinkel looked around, something was off. It felt as if eyes were boring into her. She hesitated before looking up, her heart clenching tightly when she did. "No, it can't be?! He's gone, vanished." Heinkel pulled her eyes back from the Devil on the roof, her eyes going back to the enemy in front of her, "No wonder she can't lose, her Master has returned." By the time Heinkel had looked back over to Seras, she knew from experience it was too late to dodge the first attack. Seras was already ready to launch, and did so within the blink of an eye. One moment she had been crouched, the next Seras's shadowy arm had connected to her side. The wind being knocked clean out of her.
Heinkel was thrown to the side from the hit, crashing to the ground. Getting up in a hurry she put some distance between the duo. She had only seconds to prepare, she had been distracted when she realized the man had come back, but she couldn't be this time. The first hit was nothing but a warning to pay attention, now the real fight began.
Heinkel fired her pistols, each shot seeking to hit the chest of her opponent, but Seras wasn't going to let that happen. By the time Wolfe had fired twice, Seras had already put up a shield, but even with the shield she dodged, it was nothing more than extra protection just in case. Each time she dodged she became closer, each time Heinkel fired she maneuvered towards the tree line. In any case she could use them to her advantage, but she didn't make it quite to the tree line. Her right clip ran empty, meaning her left only had one shot left. She quickly and with an expert hand loaded the guns in a record time, all the while running to her left to avoid any attacks. She didn't get far, as soon as Heinkels guns were loaded Seras went to the offensive. It took Heinkel only a second to realize she was to close, she was going to have to dodge the coming attacks. Seras's left arm pulled back, the shadows whipping in the air before she threw them to the ground. Black spidery lines ran down the ground towards Heinkel. Heinkel dodged to the left as the first spike rose from the ground. After the first they came in growing rapid succession. As much as she tried, she couldn't avoid getting nicked by a few, she thought she had them figured out, but as always Seras threw her for a loop. A wayward spike she had not been expecting placed home in her right side. Coming in the front, and leaving out the back. It was a through and through wound.
The shadows felt like fire, burning her from the inside out. Luckily for her it had been a thinner spike, longer than the rest, but an easier to manage spike. Heinkel pulled back, ignoring the searing pain going through her body, and pulled out a piece of scripture. Pinning it to the spike, dissolving it in seconds. Heinkel pulled her gun back towards the blonde, only to realize the spike had been a distraction. Seras was already leaping through the air, heading straight for her. Heinkel shifted her body preparing for impact, and lifting her right gun, fired upon the blonde. She only had enough time to fire twice, before the vampiress twisted her body, her shadows slicing up Heinkels body in a uppercut.
Each of them fell separate from each other. Heinkel's hand went to her body. A long deep gash went from her left hip to her right shoulder. Her right shoulder was damaged severely, she would only have one arm to finish this fight. "Damn." She was loosing blood fast, the ground around her was coated in blood. She looked up towards her nemesis, her lips curling in as much of a smile as they could. Both her shots had hit. Seras had a large wound on the right side of her stomach, and her right shoulder was blown to bits. Heinkel could feel her body already knitting together. It would take an hour for her wounds to completely close up, but unlike her, Seras healed in seconds. Her shadows covered her wounded body, taking away all traces she had ever been hit. Her blood on the ground coming back to her. Heinkel went to reload, a task much harder with only one arm, but was cut short as Seras's one arm collided with her jaw.
The ensuing fight looked much like Alucard's and Anderson's used to. Sera's had blood running down her face, but that was quickly cleared up. Heinkel on the other hand couldn't clear her's up, she was a mess to say the least. Broken nose, cracked jaw, bleeding forehead, but as bad as it looked for her she refused to give up. Something Seras admired about her enemy. No matter how badly she decimated her, she would still come at her with everything she could.
Heinkel looked up at her enemy, confused when she saw Seras was staring off into space. Her eyes were glazed over for a second, but she came to immediately. "Sorry, it's been fun, but someone is getting impatient." Heinkel was confused, till she remembered the Devil was on the roof. She looked up at him, she had been so caught up in their fight she had forgotten he was there. Looking over to her opponent, Heinkel saw the look of determination. This was going to be the final blow. She knew she had lost, but she would take it with pride, because she shot the damned vampire three times in one day, and that was good enough for her.
Seras knew Heinkel hated mercy. She hated mercy being shown her way in battle. Maybe it had to do with the Captain sparing her, or maybe it had to do with something else, but either way she hated it. This was why every time they fought, Seras would finish her with a blow that would leave her unable to move. Seras would leave her in bloody rags, and Heinkel was fine with it. Because anything was better than mercy in her eyes. Seras gave one final crouch, Heinkel prepared to fire. Within the blink of an eye she was off the ground and in the air, shadows dancing in the wind as they prepared to strike. Heinkel fired, but they hit nothing but air, as her arms were cut from her body. Blood sprayed as Seras's shadows ran her through, over and over. Quick, precise jabs of the torso. Like a bayonet running through an enemy. The jabs stopped, and Heinkel was sent flying one last time as Sera's shadows slashed her across the torso. She landed against the wall of the Inn, body crumpling in a heap against it. Seras was splattered in Heinkel's blood, while Heinkel herself was drenched.
Alucard left his place on the roof, landing beside Seras. She looked up at him with a smile, to anyone else her face would have been the picture of innocence, but he knew better. There was nothing innocent about the look. It was the look of a person who had just defeated their enemy, the joyous look of someone who had just destroyed, and butchered the other, enjoying every minute of it as they did.
Seras walked up to Heinkel. The woman was knocked out cold. In the fight one her of her bandages had fell off, and lay across her chest. Seras picked the bandage up, before placing it in its rightful spot. Alucard watched on, his face a neutral mask. "Master, I think it's about time we left." She walked back over to where the fight had first started, and rustled in the grass coming up with a thick leather bound book. She flipped through, reading little words here and there, and then brought it to her Master for his inspection. He brought the book up, flipped through the pages for a second before handing it back to the blonde. "Yes, our mission is done. Let's go." Neither of them noticed the set of eyes watching them from the distance.

Somewhere far away
"Ma'am, it would seem the book has fallen into the hands of the enemy."
A woman sat in a throne like chair, legs crossed, hands biting into the armrests.
"Where is the boy I sent to retrieve it?"
The messenger shuffled on his feet uncomfortably "He was killed."
"Who killed him."
The messenger began to sweat, the rage could be felt in his Master's tone. "A woman, we do not know her name, but she is the same woman who has the book." The messenger brought the woman in the chair a set of photographs, which had been taken at the scene.
Her black hair fell down into the light, as her bony hand grabbed the photo's from the young man. The first photo was of a priest, No? A woman dressed in priest garb. She had the book, but from the looks of it lost it to another woman. A smaller woman. With short, light blonde hair, and a red uniform. There was a badge on the chest which made the woman stiffen.
"Hellsing has the book, you allowed Hellsing to get the damn book!" The messenger fell to his knees, hands going to his head.
The woman was silent for a few minutes, before slowly laughing her hideous laugh. "Rolan."
The messenger lifted himself to face the woman. "Yes, Ma'am."
What little of her face could be seen was twisted in a smile. Her thin lips curled showing pearly white teeth. "I want you to find out everything you can about this woman. Everything, I want to know this woman from the inside out. Is that clear."
Rolan got up on one knee, no longer shaking, "Yes, Ma'am."
"I also want to know who the man is, this man, the one in red." Her finger pointed to the taller figure, towering over the smaller blonde.
The woman glanced at the messenger before her, her hand pointing toward the door, "Now go, I want this information as soon as possible." Rolan was up and out the door promptly, no doubt carrying out his master orders.
She brought the pictures of the woman and man closer to her face, his face could not be clearly seen in any of them, face covered with glasses and a large fedora, but hers was. Beautiful red eyes, short blonde hair, a voluptuous body, and the look she sent the man spoke of high admiration. Who ever this man was she highly respected him, might even have feelings for him. She laughed lowly at that last thought, "Too bad for him, I want her, No? I need her." The woman snapped her fingers, within moments twelve girls of about 18 to 20 years of age walked out. There limbs stiff as they walked, the light shining off their porcelain skin.
"Good news ladies, you may be having another sister, yes, another... pretty ... little ... sister."
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