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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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"Gentleman, welcome to the Hellsing Organization. You have been hand selected by her Majesty's advisors, and have passed countless test to stand where you are. You are some of the best soldiers this country has to offer. I congratulate you on your strength, and the courage you have all shown through these trials." The man at the front of the room adjusted his stance, feet shoulder width apart, his sandy hair brushing his eyebrows. "You have one more evaluation, this evaluation will put you into one of two Units. Unit one is ran by myself, and Unit two is ran by our Senior officer. Captain Victoria."
A murmur spread down the lines of men. James surveyed the lines of seated men, each face was new and fresh. They may be some of the best, but they were barely out of their twenties. The average age being 33, and barely any of them looked to be Unit 2 material. Poor Seras was going to be disappointed. James continued looking down the lines till one man in the front, a man of maybe 35, with brown hair and scruff along his jaw raised his hand. James nodded his head toward the man signalling for him to speak, the rest of the room falling silent. "What is the difference between the Units, and why is this Captain not here."
James put his hands into his pockets, his posture relaxing. " Unit one is used as defence for the manor. They do not leave unless the situation is dire. Unit two on the other hand is the, shall we say, elite group. They are the ones who go on missions, their primary job is to be a perimeter around zones of interest. Further detail shall be given to those who make it in." James's looked over the hall to his left, the small figure just barely noticeable in the shadows. "For your other comment, the Captain of Unit two is found to be "Off Putting" for some." None of the soldiers missed the mirth that laced his comment. An air of tension filling the room. "The Captain will be made present to those who make it into Unit two. From there those who make it can decide if they wish to remain or be transferred to Unit one. Now if there are anymore questions, I will call this adjourned." No one raised there hands, all questions being answered. However, a few of them noticed the lack of pronouns used when referring to this Captain Victoria. Curiosity peaking their interest, but not enough to voice the question. The use of he and she had been left out for reasons, and the few who noticed realized it was probably for good reasons.
James started with a clap of his hands, "Well, if their is nothing else left to say. I will leave you till tomorrow. Evaluations start at 8 o'clock sharp, tomorrow night. I wish all of you the best of luck." With this each of the men left the room, orderly lines leaving the great hall from the back double doors. James though, left through the left hall. A small blonde and hopping along his side as he made it down the hall. Her faithful companion walking in stride behind him, his long braid wrapped around his shoulders. "Soooo, tell me. How many do you think will make it to my Unit." Electrical problems had left several of the halls on the first floor unlit. This being one of them, the only thing he could make out of the blonde were her eyes. Bright and shining in the dark of the hall. "To be honest Seras, I don't think many are going to make it." Seras could see his right hand come up to rub the back of his head, the dark having no affect on her sight, unlike her human companion whose steps were swerving down the hall. The small lamps giving barely enough light, or no light down the long halls. "Out of the fifty, I'm guessing 15 will be adequate enough to join, and out of them. I have no idea how many will be willing to stay."
Seras's demeanor changed for a split second. Her steps jolly bounce faltering. James knew it affected her, the looks, the rumors, the gossip. He knew it affected her more than she let on, but she would never tell. She would just keep her head held high and act like it didn't affect her. Her step was back within a glance, her cheerful smile back in place. "Tomorrow will be evaluation day, and after that we will have them separated within two days time." Her smile was wider than ever, only beaten by the red devil she called a Master. "Can't wait to see how it will turn out. What about you Captain." James had to think for second till he remembered the Frenchman behind them. He may not be a Captain anymore, but he was still referred to as one, at least by Seras he was." Pip seemed to stare at the ceiling for a second, before pulling a cigarette magically out of nowhere. "I wasn't to impressed from this year's lot. I think only 7 will be inducted into our Unit." Seras seemed to digest this for second. Bernadotte was almost always on the money with the number, or at the very least close to it. "Seven seems like an okay number. At least it's not five, or four or some other smaller number."
James saw the stack of paperwork in the former Captain's hand, needing to speak to Integra anyway he led the way to the Iron Maiden's office. Seras's chirping sounding the whole way, with the occasional laugh or comment from the man behind him. They were just down the hall from the office when the house took on an oppressing feel. The air itself seeming to crawl with malicious intent. Jack stopped in his footsteps, the blonde beside him bumping her side into him. Her face had taken on the worried look, but nevertheless she continued on, now leading the group with Pip and James walking beside her side by side.
Seras opened the door to the office, moving out of the way quickly as pieces of shattered glass came skidding into the hall. "Well, you've really outdone yourself Master, two ashtrays in two days." She walked into the office with no problem, her steps slowing slightly as she reached the figures on the other side of the room. Pip continued in behind her, his step seeming a uncertain, but continued on no matter. James however, stopped in the doorway. His eyes glued to the scene in front of him. Integra was fuming, she was standing over her desk. Hands to either side, body rigid with unleashed fury. This was a sight he had seen a few times, what stopped him was the man standing in front of her. Body leaned over to stare at the woman in front of him. His hair was a long black, obscuring most of his face from view. He sported a long red duster, that looked to have come out the victorian era. James plodded into the room. His weariness to enter showing in his step. He made it halfway before the figure stood to his full height. James stopped in his tracks, the dark air had diminished upon their, no Seras's arrival, but the man before him still gave off a dark aura. An aura that set ever instinct and sense he had into overdrive. The urge to get the hell away from this man was strong, and he had no idea why Seras was so comfortable with going up to him, didn't she realize how dangerous this man felt.
He looked on in awe, the moment Seras reached the scene all malicious intent seemed to diffuse. She continued on with a smile as she walked around the desk to Sir Integra's side. Pulling the pushed back chair back to its owner. Integra shook her jacket straight, shoulders moving up before going back to a comfortable position. She took her seat at the desk, all the while Seras straightened the once neat stacks of paper on her desk. Pip picking up the ones that landed on the ground. James's eyes landed back on the man in red. The man had straightened to his full height. His height alone an intimidating size. His hair had magically shortened, and the air had toned down to a breathable atmosphere. Seras picked up a hat and glasses off the table, handing them to the man in red. He turned his body towards the door, his face still obscured by his hair. He reached out and picked up the items she presented, his other hand reaching up to run through her hair. James was captivated by the scene, that was until the man's face came into view. His eyes locking with James's. Eyes that reflected the depths of Hell met his own, sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't have moved even if he wanted to, he was rooted to the spot. "Thank you, My Seras Victoria." He said this all the while looking him down. James had never felt so small.
It all came into picture quickly. This must be her Master, The Alucard. He had heard many things about him, and very little of it had been good. He could see the ill intent in his eyes. If James had ever thought of trying to get with the blonde it was crushed right there. Those words were obviously a warning, to him in particular, and he had no intention of going against them. Seras either oblivious or ignoring the situation looked over to James, her own Sanguine eyes meeting his. "James will you please get another ashtray for Sir Integra. Preferably one that will withstand abuse, and Pip will you please bring Integra some tea." Pip vanished immediately to carry out the order. His only response a comment in French he could not understand. James tried to smile, but it was hard when the eyes of the Monster she called a Master were still staring him down. Pelting his dignity deeper into a metaphorical hole. "Yes, right away!" He kept his cool until he had closed the door, but the trembling would not stop. He started at a walk, but it turned into a light run, anything to get far away from the Monster of the Manor. "Damn, I lost my nerve... I swear I won't next time." Even though he wanted to be confident, even his internal voice sounded shaky.

The glass was cleaned up in no time, and within ten minutes everyone was settled, and ready to speak civilly to one another. Seras had pulled up a chair to sit in front of the large desk. Her Master choosing to stand rather than sit. Integra folded her hands in front of her, taking a long deep breath before pulling out a cigar and lighting it. Two more inhales later, and one ash into the new plastic ashtray, she was ready to talk.
"I have some good news, and I have some bad news." Her eyes went up to the standing servant, eyes almost challenging him to talk on the matter. "Good news is, a friend of mine was able to push the body we recovered yesterday to top priority, and did the autopsy early this morning. I received the results just after 8 this morning." This was indeed good news, there would be no wait, "So what's the bad news." Seras's body straightened in her chair, back stiffening in anticipation. Integra bowed her head once before raising it again, "There was no chip." Seras's face became quizzical, "He was shot in the head, can't we have someone check the inn over again, see if it was left in the gunk on the floor." Integra's face became grave, "I don't mean it wasn't there, I mean he didn't have one to begin with... None of them have." Seras's face became grave, "But he wasn't a true vampire, he smelled like a human. Even the blood that splattered on my face when he was shot tasted like a human's. How could it not be a chipped vampire." Integra ashed the end into the ashtray, her hand raising in front of her as she talked, "We do not know how they have acquired this ability, but due to the absence of a chip I'll be labeling in the registry as the work of true undead." Seras face reddened, her hands balled in her lap, "I'm sorry if this sounds rude, but even the weakest of true undead are not that pathetic. The man couldn't even make a decent ghoul, to have him down as True undead is an insult to the rest us."
Integra drew another breath from her cigar before extinguishing it in the crude ashtray. Then with a turn of the wrist she tossed a folder to Seras. It was bent on the corners and torn on the side. She could easily see who did that, her eyes gazing up disapprovingly up before turning back to the folder in hand. The first picture was the man's body. Mained and tattooed. "As you can see he is covered in scars, particularly on the back and chest. From the angle we are guessing they were self inflicted. As for the tattoos, each of them can be found in this book." The book was placed on the desk, pushed forward towards Seras. "They are binding symbols. Binding him to what I don't know, but I feel we'll learn what it is by further analyzing this book." Seras picked the book up off the desk, resting it in her lap as well as the folder.
Weariness could be seen in Integra's ice eyes. Not that she would ever voice it, but it was there nonetheless. "I agree with you, this man is not true undead, but until I have further information on what exactly he is I can not put him as anything else. Now, I have to return to filing these reports before bed, so please continue on the book. Internet and Library resources are always available. As for you." Her eyes turned up to the one lone standing figure. "I apologize." Alucard being is usual ass self gave a mocking laugh. "What?" Integra gripped the edge of her table, trying to keep herself from shooting him then and there. "I said I apologize, for the comment I made earlier. It was uncalled for highly unprofessional of me." Alucard gave a nod of approval, "I guess I apologize as well, for calling you a long nosed shrew." and with that he walked out of the room, not another word spoken. Seras gave a small bow to Integra bidding her good night.

The library was always peaceful, whether it was night or day it was always the picture of tranquility. The musty smell of old paper, the lowly set lighting, everything about it set Seras in a state of mind to relax. Everything, besides the man who was sitting behind her still miffed about an argument she had not had the enjoyment of hearing.
After she had went through the book the night before, several symbols had stood out to her. As well as several keywords spread out throughout the text. During the day Integra had comprised a list of words and phrases that had not made sense. Not that they made anymore sense together. They, like the paragraphs they were in, were in a different language. One neither her nor Integra was familiar with. She would have asked Alucard, but he seemed pretty intent on remaining in a foul mood. "What on earth was it about? The Freaks?" So currently she stood on a step stool reaching for books. Her Master no doubt laughing in amusement behind her. She was a few inches short of the shelf she needed. Her tip toes only getting her there apart of the way. And it was making her uncomfortable with how short her skirt was, if only she could use her shadows on such delicate objects.
Alucard was trying to stay in his mood, but that was hard to do when such a hilarious sight was before him. His little police girl on her tiptoes trying her best to reach a book she was still a good 4 inches from reaching, and with her skirt already being so short, it was giving him quite the view. His eyes wondered over the creamy flesh between her stockings and the hem of the skirt. Smooth, spotless skin that sinfully stood out against the innocence he knew she still had. His eyes had been quite content looking her over till her clumsiness almost sent her sprawling, sadly she grabbed the shelf and regained her balance in the nick of time.
"You know you can just grab them with your extensions right?" The mocking tone was not lost on Seras. She knew the tone all to well. "Yes, but some of these books are quite fragile, I don't want to take the chance of damaging them in anyway. You've seen the paperwork I give Integra." He had seen the paperwork, he knew full well what they did to objects. If a normal human were to touch her shadows, even when they took the shape of an arm, it would feel like tiny paper cuts across their skin. Solid objects were fine, but thin or delicate ones not so much. If painted the paint would be scratched, if it were paper it would tear easily. It may be a useful arm to have, but some of the cons outweighed the pros. Especially when dealing with objects that were already aged and worn. She could handle objects, but everything she touched had to be handled with care to avoid the above mentioned.
That being said, she used her shadows as a ladder of sorts, climbing up them grab the book, then climbing down and forming the shadows back into an arm. She then walked over to the table and took the chair across from Alucard. Sending a disapproving look towards his boots on the table.
They sat in comfortable silence for about an hour, the list of misplaced words growing longer and longer on the piece of notebook paper, but none of it was making anymore since. It wouldn't, not unless she could get Alucard to translate the languages she could not read. "Ugh this is getting bothersome."
"Well you could always just ask." Seras looked across the table. Her mind had been open and he had read what she had though, and the tone he used when amused or mocking had not left. She knew he was up to no good.
"I guess I could, would that person happen to be you?" She laid her head on her hands, book between her elbows on the table.
"Maybe" His hands came up, as if he was inspecting something on his pristine gloves.
"Master Alucard"
"Hmm" He looked over to see her arms crossed, an action he thought she knew by now only accentuated her already large bust.
"May you please translate the passages."
"I might, if you ask nicely enough." Seras could see where this was going.
"What, you want me to beg." Alucard's lips formed a wide smile wide across his face. "Will you?"
Seras could not, to an extent, believe what she was hearing. He wanted her to beg!
"I will have you know I do not beg, for anything, especially from a man."
Alucard's feet came off the table as he leaned in towards her in the small space. "What did you say?" The smile had not left his face.
"I said, I...Do...Not...Beg." Each word enunciated as she leaned forward in her seat. Their faces still a good distance away from each other. "Well, you sure about that?"
The implied innuendo hung thick in the air. Seras's face flushing slightly before composing herself again. "So that's how he wants to play. Okay then, I'm all in."
"Yes, I'm sure." As she said this the book was slid over to him. Her body leaning more forward.
"How sure." He just slid it back to her, his own body coming forward to meet hers.
"Very sure."
"And why's that." By now there faces weren't but a breaths length away, their eyes meeting head on.
"Because, I don't have to beg for what I want. It's always the otherway around." The last part was said in a whisper, and His eyes lit up at hearing it. His mouth was partially open, smile gone as he realized he had nothing to come back with. Instead a look of shock took its place. She had not only taken on his taunts, but met them head on. He was so shocked he hadn't even realized the book was pushed in front of him, along with the paper and pencil. By the time he had came to she was leaned back in her chair, the book form earlier propped up in her arm as she read.
A silence fell over them again as they were both absorbed in their studies, and Alucard once again lost in this thoughts. "Who the Hell are these other men?!" The question was boggling his mind. "She could have just said that to throw me off... but that's not like her? Maybe it's only one, or maybe just a few? His mind was settled for a second and back on the reading before another thought struck him, "Wait, I thought she was still a virgin." Setting the book aside he stood and reached over the table, grabbing the back of her chair and pulling her forward so she was close enough to him. She immediately started shuffling as best she could away, having no idea what he was doing." "MASTER, What the bloody Hell are you-... Why are you sniffing me? Please stop." He sat back down in his chair, his face perplexed.
"You're still a virgin." Seras's hands went up to her head, her face confused and aggigated. "Yes, I am. You could have just asked this you know." His face became smug, triumphic for at least a second. "So you did just want to one up me." Seras had no idea what he was talking about, she thought about there previous conversation and it hit her. "Master, you can do things and still keep your hymen in check." The triumph left his face, this thought had not occured him. Mostly because when he started something he finished it, he didn't leave it at just foreplay.
Seras having felt molested by nose had to come up with someway to get back at him, her answer coming to her quickly as he pondered her last comment. "Besides, I never clarified whether it was man or woman." This had Alucard rolling on the inside. He didn't know why but the thought of her with another man, or woman as he just heard set him aflame inside. He had to know the answer.
"So what was it." Seras looked up from her book. "Don't you think that's a bit personal." He frankly didn't give a damn whether it was personal or not, he was dying to know. How many, who were they, what gender? It was eating at him.
"Fine Quid pro Quo."

"What?"

"Quid pro Quo. I'll answer a question in exchange for an answer to something I ask you. Deal?"
As much as he hated the idea, curiosity was leading his decisions.
"Deal."

"Okay, I'll go first. What were you and Integra arguing about."

"None of your business."

"Okay, then that is none of your business either."
He couldn't believe what he was hearing, the girl had grown a backbone. Normally he would have dismissed this game entirely by now, but the information was to good to give up on.
"Fine, she informed me about the freaks. I reacted much like you had, and she made comment that brushed me the wrong way. Then I in turn made one towards her that started an argument."
The vague nature of the answer had Seras raising an eyebrow.
"What were the comments."

"Ah, but that is another question, Quid pro Quo right Seras?" Seras scrunched her nose, but nodded her head for him to continue.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Seras laughed, she had expected the question to arise.

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

"Ah, Quid pro Quo Master." Alucard scrunched his face, his answers would take forever.

"What were the comments made." Alucard set his face on his hand, book forgotten to the side, not that he needed. He had already finished his job.

"I said a True Vampire would never be so pathetic, even you were better than that. And she in turn said, "Maybe they don't make vampires like they used to." I should have left her brash comment slide, but I instead told her to keep her long nose out of business that does not involve her. She made a comment about me being an eel, I told her to go back to doing whatever shrews like her do."
"You called Sir Integra a Shrew?!" Seras was surprised, and a little agitated. He would never let down that she was once pathetic.

"Yes, now for mine. How far have you gone with a woman." He expected the comment had been to get a rise out of him, but he had been surprised before.

"I was drunk, and it was at a New Year's Party. We didn't do anything really besides second base stuff. The only other time was when I was at the orphanage, I went through a phase and yet again did not go past second base, and before you waste a question asking no neither of them begged as far as I can remember."
This did little to quell the burning in him, "So a man has touched her."

"How many more times are we going to have to clean up broken items or shell casings off Integra's floor, or are you done for right now?" Alucard barked laughter at the question. "To be honest I hadn't intended to piss her off today, but just because of her comment I plan on making a few trips to her office, maybe even during the day." Seras raised her eyes at him, "So you would waste sleep just to piss her off." He smiled in return, "Done it before." Seras laid her head on the table, sighing into her arms before raising her head up on her hand mimicking her Master.
"So, how far have you been with a man." Seras looked at her master. "Is this how the rest of the questions are going to be like?" He just shrugged his shoulders as an answer. "Okay, with many of them it has only been kissing and gropes, but there was the one I made it to third base with." Many of them! Alucard had to know just how many this was. How many he would be imagining dead. Before he could ask she raised her hand, "Sorry but I have no more questions to ask, we can continue this another time, I have to say it was fun." Alucard had the mental image of strangling her. "Leave me on a question like this I swear-"
"But I will say that many is not as many as you think. Only eight, and I've only ever gone to third with one. And if you ever get the chance to meet him you can kill him, as long as I don't get to him first." His fire was put out immensely upon hearing this. "Only one, and I'm allowed to kill him, best news I've heard all day." Seras gave a small laugh as she stood and walked over to his side, her eyes looking over the terms on the paper. Now that they had the terms translated they finally had something to go off of.
"Oh Night Mother, the one with seven names, defile the flesh, take your power for yourself, and besiege the men who tie the down."
Seras looked over to Alucard, "The one with Seven Names. Who has seven names?" Alucard waved to the rest of the paper his hand motioning for her to continue.
"zu-gu-tur-ra-am nang-ush e-ne-ne, me-en-de mu-za-e-pa

Labartu, nin-gal-dim-ki, zi-kar-am u-tur, ge-nu-ki
Dimme, nig-sur, mi-dumu Anu, hul-ma-dinir mu imin, me-en-de mu-za-e-pa
mi-ur-am, um-ma imin nang-ush-am gitah-su-gu-am, ge-nu-ki"
Seras glanced over what looked like random mumblings. Not understanding their semblance, "English Translation."
she who bites children with her fangs and drinks their blood, we invoke you.

terrible demoness, who steals the life of sleeping children, come unto me.

Dimme, fierce lioness, daughter of Anu, evil goddess with seven names,

we invoke you.
Seras closed the book and pulled a chair up next to her master, her head laying on the desk. "Well, I guess there's one good thing." Alucard's hand came up to brush the hair from her face, "and what would that be." Seras lifted her head, all of Alucard's work destroyed down as her hair fell into her face, "Whoever they were worshipping is the Daughter of Anu, whomever that is." They both fell into a silence, but Alucard could tell something bothered Seras. "What is bothering you, your mind is elsewhere." Her hand came up, brushing the hair from her face as Alucard had earlier, "There not True are they, True Nosferatu." Alucard's hand came down t pet her head, "No, they are nothing." They stayed like that for awhile their minds elsewhere as the first morning rays appeared in the night sky.

Somewhere far away
In country far from England, away in a land of desert and sand. Lays an underground temple.
In this temple a woman sits in a chair made of stone. A statue of a great goddess towering over her throne.
"Dear Mother, I am sorry." The room is silent, the only other occupants muted servants. "I am sorry to ask this of you, but I am facing a great foe. In order for our plans to work, I will have to crush this foe beneath our feet." She paused for a second, her hands running through her black hair. "I know I fake my competence to Rolan, but in truth I am terrified. I ask for your strength Mother. Please, I beg of you. Give me the strength to carry out your unholy task. Please give me one of your nightmares, where I may see the path that must be taken.
In a country far from England, away in a land of desert and sand. Lays and underground temple.
In this temple a woman sits in a chair made of stone. A statue of a great goddess with a Lion's head and donkey's teeth, nurses a piglet and a puppy, one at each breast. Her body deformed, like the people she governs.
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