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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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"I see, so the Freak was desperately trying to retrieve the book."
Upon return Seras and Alucard had immediately reported to their Master. A very tired, and worn Master.
"Yes, and before he could tell me where he had received his chip, or why he needed the book. He was shot in the head by the Vatican agent, Heinkel Wolfe." Integra seemed to digest what she was just told, silence coming over the room. Picking the book back up, Integra handed it to Seras, before lighting up a before bed cigar.
"I believe the Vatican knows more than they are letting on about these current attacks." She puffed her cigar before continuing, the only sound being the exhale of smoke. "Seras, I want you and Alucard to look into this book tonight, report to me tomorrow what you find. The Freaks body has already been picked up, and is currently being transported to a testing facility. Hopefully by either tomorrow or the next day we'll know what kinds of chips these are."
The older woman took another puff of her cigar before putting it out in the new, and hopefully longer living, ashtray. With a strain she stood, and walked around her desk towards the door, but not before pausing to give Seras a pat on the arm. Her own way of saying Goodnight to the blonde. Alucard on the other hand received a quick nod of the head, before she entered her own room for rest.
Seras turned to her Master, book pressed to her chest much like a student would there studies. "Whose room?"
"Hmm." Alucard looked down to his fledgling. "Well, we can't just stand in here forever. Would you like to work on this in your chambers or mine." Alucard turned down his glasses to look at her, his eyes lighting with mirth, "Well technically we could, but I guess you're right, lead the way." This was then enunciated with a wave of his hand. Seeing as how his room would be him in a throne and her on the floor, she opted for the latter choice. So with a flick of her shadows, she phased down the floors till she reached her own room, with Alucard right behind her.

She should have known he would do this. She had been working for the past four hours, the time was just past four, and while she had been working on deciphering the book and its cryptic meanings, Alucard had not done a damn thing but pester her. She looked up at the slacker in question.
When they had arrived she had told him to make himself comfortable, and that was exactly what he did. Gone was the hat and glasses, they sat on the corner of the table; he sat reclined in the chair across from her, one arm over his eyes, the right one swirling a glass of blood and wine, and his dirty riding boots sat propped up on her table, much to her displeasure. It had started with one boot and when she told him to put it down, he had simply put both feet up before crossing them. A smug expression crossing his features, because he knew, and she knew, that wasn't happening.
So, instead of bothering herself with him she busied herself with the book in front of her. Although the majority of it was written in english, barely legible english, other languages spotted the text throughout. Some parts of it that were written in latin, others in french, and one part in particular had been written in hungarian. She had skipped that part for now, waiting till the bastard in front of her decided to cooperate. A thought that was hopeful, as much as it was laughable. Seras sighed, whilst rubbing the headache lightly pounding at her frontal lobe, frustration getting the best of her. Nothing in the book made sense. The french parts that she thought would be easy to translate made no sense. The small amount latin she knew when translated made no sense when put in context with the text around it, the book in general seemed to be the mad ravings of a man long since passed. "Why on earth would he want this book so damn badly. That makes just as much sense as this book."
Putting her head against the table, she lightly pulled at her hair. "I must be missing something? But what is it?" She sat that way for a while, jumbling the translations around in her head, but it quickly led to the beginnings of a eyes gazed up at the man across from her, before traveling back to the book in front of her, but they didn't stay focused long before they were back to looking at the man across the table who was just as frustrating as the book under her head. She had to admit, he was more attractive than she remembered him being. Then again, it may be that she had never seen him this way, so relaxed. Gone was the smile she knew was fake most the time, nothing but a mask hiding his true self. Instead she was faced with a moment of reprieve on his part, with no humans around there was no reason to keep it on. She understood the need for a mask, she herself had one she wore around humans, the only human ever allowed to see past it being Integra.
Seras snapped herself out of her thoughts, nothing was going to get done if all she did was dwell in her mind all night. She had important things to do, and none of them involved thinking of the mysterious man across from her. A man who dredged up feelings she really did not want to go into right now, but nevertheless started to think of when the reading became too frustrating. "I thought I was over this already!" Seras's head went back to the table, her eyes going over the man who was both a blessing and a curse to her. She wasn't sure how she felt about him, it was a mixture of frustration, admiration, and a feeling she couldn't quite place. He was a mystery to her. No one had ever made her want to hug them and shoot them over and over all at the same time. It was confusing, and she hated being left in the dark, especially when it was herself doing it to herself. Not wanting to dabble more into those thoughts, she brought the book up into her arms, and proceeded to try and translate the latin on the top of the page. Completely oblivious to the mental battle going on with the man across from her.
For the past four hours he had kept his eyes shut, doing anything to keep his mind away from the object of his mental strain. For the past half-hour he had been counting to and from a thousand by sevens, but this was quickly not working. He had to keep his mind on anything else, but her. "To my left is two tall book shelves, one on each side of an archway leading to the office, I cannot see the office because their is a black and red floral curtain in the way. The same kind of curtains covering the two alcoves." Even this was quickly not working, but it was working better than counting down from a thousand. "The room is a square, with the two farthest corners being taken out with diagonal walls. Each diagonal wall has an alcove, the alcove to the left is a closet, and the alcove to the right is where... "Her" coffin is." Just the mention of said Her sent his blood boiling, and not from rage, but from something he hadn't felt in a long time. Lust. He knew the feeling well, he had spent many years lusting over women, but he hadn't felt it much since his imprisonment. A woman was what got him into this in the first place, so he was careful to avoid situations where he may be compromised again by their sweet smiles and almost demonic manipulative abilities. So he had to ask himself, how was it with how careful he was, was he in this position.
He didn't know when it had happened. The woman was plaguing his thoughts. Had been for three days. No, more than that. For the last thirty years he'd been hearing her words in his head, encouraging him, bringing him forward. Then when he had returned, he had seen her in a new light, and tonight that light had been crushed and replaced with a light much brighter than the last. He had finally seen her in battle, he had seen her power, and he had been impressed. He knew she had been holding back, but he couldn't blame her. Finding an opponent to play with became hard the stronger one became, and for thirty, well let's just say his servant wasn't weak, not anymore. His arm finally came down to sit behind his head, his eyes traveling over to the blonde in front of him.
His eyes traveled to milky legs visible off the side of the table,her reflexes earlier had been lightening, quick and precise. His eyes traveled up her honed body, to the eyes as sanguine as his own. Her eyes had glowed behind a curtain moon bathed platinum hair. A sight worth relishing in itself. When he had first brought her here, it hadn't been for anything nefarious, although Walter and Integra and argued otherwise. It had been for the strength he saw reflected in ocean blue orbs. Sure she had disappointed him, but even that had been interesting in a way. She held out longer than he expected, and in the end her opposition to blood had gained her a strength. A heightened sense of endurance and willpower, and a knowledge of what starving felt like. If she ever were in a situation where food was scarce, she would know how to handle the growing, gnawing pains of hunger.
His thoughts turned inward for a moment, analyzing this new set of sensations. Seeing her in battle had definitely heightened something. She was merciless, quick, and so far everything he had wanted her to be. His mind was reeling, "What has changed, why was am I having these thoughts." For over a hundred years he had built a wall against the evil forces known as the female gender. He had met plenty of woman over the years who would gladly bed with him if he so desired, and when he wished he sometimes took them up on the offer. However, none of them broke the wall. They asked him, or he seduced them, and nothing was ever spoken of again. If this was the case, then how was it this woman was cracking his impenetrable fortress, and she hadn't even tried! He thought back to the woman over the years, through the blur of faces only a few stood out.
His first wife, a selfish woman who would have rather died than faced the future beside her husband. He had only married her because social standards of the time called for a man such as himself to have one. He had chosen her because she had been the more beautiful out of the lot. Neither of them loved each other, and they were fine with that. He had felt lust towards her for awhile, but that had quickly passed. Her selfish personality outweighing the outer attraction, fitting it was her selfishness and cowardice that had ended her. The next woman in mind was Lucy, again it had been for her body. He couldn't have cared less about her personality, it was pig- headed and her voice had grated on his nerves. Her laugh was the worst, shrill and obnoxious. He had been almost relieved when she died. Only reason it was almost, he wanted to be the one to do it. Then there was.. Mina... Mina Harker. A woman that if he ever got the chance, he would love to try out a few torture techniques he had learned since then. She was the reason he was here, she had deceived him, and then to top it off had led him to his imprisonment.
Seras was different, she was nothing like the woman he usually went for, and he was boggling his brain trying to figure out where this sense of attraction had come from. His eyes roved over her body. She was curvy, busty, and shorter in stature than what he usually went for. She wasn't hard on the eyes, far from it. Her face was young, if she were still human he was sure she would look younger than her age. Her demeanor was happier than his own, seeming to find a silver lining in the worst of situations. She was very much his opposite, and never before had he felt an attraction to someone so opposite himself.
She looked up from her reading, and the one fluorescent light in the room caught her face. He stopped his thinking for a second to look at her face, and noticed the faint white line going horizontal across her eyes. A human might never see it, but he was no human. The scar looked like a thin slash across her face, a scar, that once she drank his blood and became independant would go away. All of her scars would go away, the thin line across her eyes, her arm would grow back, even the dotted scars along her right arm. Scars that made him grimace for a second. "If I hadn't been weak against Anderson she wouldn't have those." From afar they weren't noticeable, but up close they were. White blemishes from the thorns and fire she fought against to help him. He could see them on what he could glance of her legs, and if he looked under her collar he would see them on her neck as well.
Normally, with any other person he wouldn't care, but with her it was different. It was always different with her, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. In Rio he had shoved her into a closet, which she had fought against like her life depended on it, and later she had argued against killing the humans, which he responded with by yelling at her. Both instances he had felt an inkling of regret in his actions. He had brushed it off then as feeling pity for such a weakling, but that wasn't the case. He knew she wouldn't shed a tear now, not unless it was drastic, but if she did happen to let one fall, he knew he would feel the stabbing of regret. He felt regret in her getting hurt helping him, and a little self-loathing in leaving her behind to fend for herself. She had turned out just fine in the end, but the principle still remained. He wasn't there. This self-reflection BS was starting to grate his nerves, he had to do something or else he'd be stuck in this mood all night.
"Is there anything you haven't learned to do?" He had to teach her at least one more thing, in total he had only taught her to use one ability. An ability she would have figure out on her own quickly, even without his help.
The question caught Seras off guard, she looked up from her studies to see Alucard removing his feet from her table. His body instead leaning forward with his arms crossed. "Well..." Seras had to think, there was plenty she didn't know, but her mind had gone blank. She quickly sorted through abilities she knew others of her kind had, telepathy, intangibility, shifting. Her mind finally found one she hadn't mastered. Her one good arm coming up to snap her fingers. "Portals!" Alucard gave her a look, with one brow perked up, "Portals?..." Although it wasn't the easiest, it was far easier than changing into a familiar. "Yes, I can't seem to get the hang of them, I always end up in the wrong location. Same with teleportation." Her shoulders sagged for a second as she continued. "It may have to do with my shadows being spread throughout the Manor, either way I can't seem to get ahold of it." She bit the corner of her lip, Alucard had to avert his eyes to the ceiling, trying to act nonchalant, but if she kept doing things like that his lust was sure to come back. "Anything else?" Seras pulled her hair back behind her ears, her tongue clicking as she tried to think. "Well I can use hypnotism, but it's a 50/50 chance of it working. I'm much better at intimidating my will unto others than I am hypnotising them to do it."
Alucard gave a short laugh at this, the image of his short Police Girl intimidating anyone with her size was laughable, but her presence, that was a different story. "I also haven't seemed to get the hand of telekinesis. If I even have that ability. I feel quite dumb pointing at an object and telling it to come to me. I feel like I'm trying to mimic Star Wars or something." Alucard had to hold back his bark of laughter, "No Seras, you do not have the force, but you can will objects to come to you. However, there is more to it than pointing at an object and verbally abusing it." Although he didn't know her the best, he did know her well enough to know once she became frustrated at the object in question, she would more than likely started verbally abusing it to come to her. As was evident at her slight redness in the cheeks. "Well... it's better than breaking it." He had to giver her credit, breaking the object was more along his lines, and he knew from experience that didn't help the case either.
The duo fell into a comfortable silence, the sounds of page turning being the only sound. The sound stopped for awhile, and Alucard looked up to the woman in front of him. Her eyebrows were scrunched up in thought, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. He had to look away again, "I've got to get out here, this woman is going to be the death of me." He was so concentrated on squashing his libido, he did not notice her until she was standing beside him placing the book in front of him, her body positioned close beside his. "I can't seem to wrap my head around it." Her small index finger pointed to the french words in the middle of the page. "I know I have translated this correctly, yet there are words in every translation that do not belong." Alucard looked to the book in front of him. Only now actually looking at it with interest. Each stroke was written quickly, chicken scratch across the page, but even so, great care had been taken into writing it. He could see various incantations, symbols, everything one might find in a ... "Seras, I believe this is a grimoire." Seras faced scrunched at the term, "Master, what exactly is a grimoire." The name feeling funny in her mouth. He pushed the book a little ways away so he could set his arms on the table, Seras in the meantime took her seat across from him at the small table. Much to the pleasure of the older vampire, the scent of Jasmine coming off her skin was too much, especially when he could smell the faint undertone of lilies.
"A grimoire is a Book of Shadows. Pagans use them to write their experiences. Accounts of rituals, spells, ingredients for recipes." He paused for a moment to take a sip of his drink, before placing it down and pointing to a symbol on the page. "Each one is made differently, because they are personal to the writer. This symbol is the symbol of Baal." His finger traced the outer edge of the circle, Seras's eyes tranced by the movement. "From the symbols I have seen and some of the incantations, this man was heavily into the "Darker" arts." Seras noticed the way his hands quoted the word Darker, her eyes imploring him to continue. "Seras, how much do you know about magic." She shrugged her shoulders, "Only as much as Sir Integra has taught me, she taught me a few signs, as well as what some of the symbols on your seals mean, but that's all." He placed his hand on his eyebrows, he was in for a long night.
"Magic, to put it in simpler terms, is creating change by connecting with the energies of nature, or the natural world. It has no color, when we define magick as being black and white we are referring to it as it is used. To put it simply, if one uses it to harm it is black, if it is used for the good of another it is white, but in all technicalities magick is neither, it is grey, for it can be used depending on the circumstance for both." Seras leaned forward, her eyes trained on the man in front of her. "So this man, whatever he was practicing, it was not good." Her eyes strayed to the symbols on the page, not knowing what any of them meant, but now having an inkling of what they stood for. "Yes, and I believe your own to something."
They remained this way for the rest of the night, going over translations, symbols, properties of the craft in question. Up until the sun shone in the sky. The vampires in the basement untouched by its annoying rays, but pulled to slumber nonetheless. "As much as this has been fun, It's time to sleep." Alucard stood from his chair, his towering height only enlarged by the small sitting room. Seras in turn stretched from her seat, not noticing the way Alucard's eyes engulfed her form. He had turned around before she looked, his glasses and hat already obscuring his face. "Be sure to share what we have learned to Integra. I'm sure she'll enjoy the challenge the book presents." Seras stood with a yawn, the book already in her arms. "Yes, I'll be sure to do that when I bring her, her morning tea." Alucard nodded, his body dispersing from the room, his presence neither there but felt everywhere.
"Good day, Master."

"And a good day to you, my Seras."

"Great, a grimoire." Integra had, had a fitful sleep the night before. Her bones could feel the coming of fall. It may not be there for a month, but her bones nevertheless felt it's coming. Seras had already been by that morning at 8 o'clock sharp to deliver her morning tea, as well as the book they had acquired the night before. She couldn't say she was surprised, she had guessed as much when first looking upon it. What interested her was what the secret message it held might be. Seras had explained it could be found in the mistranslations, but from the looks of it just translating the cursive writing was going to be a handful in itself.
A knock at the door interrupted her from her thoughts. She called for whomever was on the other side to come on, just to be greeted by Captain Wright. "Hello Captain, how may I help you." However indifferent she seemed on the outside, Integra had grown quite fond of the Captain. He was dependable, a strong leader, and didn't make her want to shoot either him or herself on a daily basis. Unless his perverted comments came to the surface, in which case shooting him seemed like a grand idea, but for the most part he was a welcoming occurrence in her busy day-to-day schedule. "Ah Sir, I just came up to inform you the supply truck has arrived, would you like me to take care of it, or would you like to take care of it yourself." Integra was in no mood to deal with bumbling idiots, nor did she want to answer the buzzing questions they always seemed to ask, like, "Why do you need 600 pints of blood delivered? Is this your own private army? Are you Royalty?" Or her all time favorite, "Sir ...Integral? Wait, I don't mean to be rude, but isn't that a woman's name?" The list went on and on, "No, I think you can handle this Wright, just have some of the men bring the delievery in, I would rather not have prying eyes in the manor." James saluted Integra, before walking out of the room towards the bustling men below.
Not waiting another moment, Integra pulled out one of her expensive cigars. Lighting the end with a deep inhalation, the toxic smoke filling her lungs. She reached over to grab the intelligence report received earlier from America, they were not the only ones to be receiving these abnormal Freaks. Which led her to the frustrating autopsy report on her desk. "Alucard is going to have a conniption fit when he hears this." She took one more long drag of her cigar, before putting it out in the ashtray beside her, her eyes staying on the pretty crystal beside her. "Maybe this one will last longer. Haha." She gave a short laugh at her own joke, because once Alucard heard the news she was going to be out an ashtray, as well as a few rounds of bullets. Yes, she could already feel the impending headache in the back of her mind, ready to sabotage her sleep later.

Somewhere far, far away
Rolan opened the door to his Master's chamber. The only light coming from the candles on each of the columns lining the small rectangular room. The lady with the long bony fingers and long black hair sat in her chair at the head of the hall. Her twelve faceless girls sitting around her throne.
Rolan had never been able to stand his Master's "Collection". Each girl was malnourished, their once gorgeous faces covered with grey emotionless mask nailed into their heads. They made no noises, and had no sight. They had long since stopped being human, their bodies supported off the curse of the great goddess alone. The curse which morphed their bodies into creatures rather than beautiful woman. All twelve of them surrounded the Master's chair, all dressed in tattered grey dresses, their clawed hands petting each other and the feet of the woman before him. Their long stringy hair catching in the claws occasionally.
"My sweet boy, did you get what I asked of you." Rolan handed the woman the folder before getting to his knees before her. "Her name is Seras Victoria, she is one of Hellsing's pets, and fledging to Alucard." The woman's face lifted upon hearing The No Life King's name. "So, this is what Alucard looks like, No? Well, I guess I'll just have to try harder." Rolan's eyes became wide, "Ma'am, you would venture against the Devil himself." The woman with the long hair pulled another picture of Seras out. She was standing with the book in front of a desk. A woman with hair sat at it, a cigar in one hand. "In order for our plans to continue in the name of the Great Goddess, we must bring down the order who will no doubt stand in our way." Her hands came up to her face, stiletto fingernails gracing her cheeks. "Think of this as killing two birds with one stone, Hellsing will fall, and I... will gain my thirteenth doll." Her wicked laugh resounded deep from her diaphragm, "What's more, she'll be stronger than any other I've made, a challenge so to speak, I've never made a doll out of a nosferatu before."
Rolan felt the seeds of dread sprout through his stomach, and into his long dead heart. "Rolan darling, I want you to watch over our future sister. See what she's like, bring me any details you can regarding her... Power."
"Yes Ma'am", he left in a hurry, his short legs taking him far away from the girls. The woman sat upon her throne, the statue of the Goddess towering over her chair. "Seras Victoria, hmmm. Just you wait my precious. Soon, you'll be all mine."
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