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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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Planes were a mixed issue with Seras.

It wasn't that she was afraid of heights, although she was the last time she rode in one.

It wasn't that she was scared of flying, which would have been ridiculous since her favorite mode of transportation was soaring through the sky at high speeds.

No, the reason she disliked it was nothing related to that. Why she disliked it, was because she would be trapped, in a metal tube; and for most of the flight would be stuck in a wooden box, with no means of physically seeing her surroundings. Being locked in enclosed spaces was one thing, but when the enclosed space was a giant plane controlled by someone other than herself, someone she did not know, that was a different story.

So, it was no surprise that Seras was taking her sweet time gathering what she would need for the trip. They technically did not have to leave the estate for another hour, and she had every intention of taking up that entire hour. That did not however, keep Alucard from pestering her the entire time.

"We are only going to be their for a few days, if that, so of all things why are you packing paperwork."

Seras continued going through each document, laying the ones she planned on going over neatly into the carrier bag on the table.

"Because recruitment evals are all done, now I have to go through them and choose the ones I want for my Unit."

After each folder on the desk was gone through, she switched to the closet in the left alcove, it was small, but stuffed to the brim. She quickly went through and picked out an outfit. She folded it and placed it neatly in the carrier over the folders of evaluations, but the outfit didn't stay there long because Alucard immediately picked up the shirt, gave it a quick once over, and chucked it back into the closet and onto the floor.

"Why did you do that."

"Pick something different."

"What was wrong with that."

"Everything, if it has the word baby in the name of the color it does not need to be worn."

Seras huffed and crossed her arms, an action that Alucard would've told her was not for someone with her "Assets". If it wasn't for the fact he was male, and quite frankly enjoyed the view.

"And what is that supposed to mean."

Alucard took his feet off the table and walked to the closet, picking up the shirt in question, which was a baby blue turtleneck. He tossed it to the ground, nothing needed to be said on his part, his point was proven. So he sat back down at the table, boredom creeping in as she took her sweet time.

"You done yet?"

"Will this work?" He looked up from inspecting the non-existent dirt on his gloves to see Seras holding up a black and white striped long- sleeved cotton sweater. The fabric was hugging in a way he liked, but the collar was high, not quite a turtleneck but high enough to cover the entirety of her soft chest. The collar just reaching over her collarbones. It would do.

"Why not go for something lower cut." Seras finished zipping up the bag, her job finally finished. "Well one, were going into a predominantly muslim country, and I highly doubt that sort of dress would be liked." He nodded, she made a good point. "And two, I don't like showing my chest, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

Alucard just raised an eyebrow in question, his eyes traveling down to her mini-skirt. "So that's fine, but showing skin uptop is not?"

"Well, it's not like I picked this!" She went to the back of her door and grabbed her new jacket, since Heinkel so nicely ripped her other. Next was the hat Alucard had unsuccessfully tried to get rid of. He had tried to make good on his word, but she had been adamant about keeping it and he hadn't wanted to argue with her on the subject. It wasn't that he was accepting defeat, no he would never do that. Now he was thinking of ways it could "accidentally" be destroyed, and if it was destroyed by "accident". She would have to get a new one, and this time it would be something more attractive, not something associated with middle-aged old men.

"Damn, wish I had another pair of shades." Sunglasses had been something she hadn't bought just yet. A pair of brown contacts would have to do, but she would have to put them in later, as Alucard was already pushing her out the door.

Integra was ready to pull her hair out, and all the cigars and nicotine in the world couldn't settle her nerves.

One week had passed since the meeting with Chief Makube, and in that week Integra had been trying her damndest to get this mission underway, which wasn't nearly as easy as it had been in the past. Since Hellsing's mishap in Rio, getting clearance for overseas missions was incredibly difficult. Every little detail required some form of paperwork, and then that paper required a special document to be typed up and turned in with it, but in order to get the document another file had to be sorted first. All this for the clearance of one section. Paperwork may not have been Integra's least favorite thing in the world, but it was when one grant for financial assistance to pay for lodging took twelve different forms, as well as several letters and phone calls.

For one week straight she had stayed up filling out release forms, consent forms, insurance forms, and every other form imaginable that ended up on her desk. Forms for grants to pay for lodgings and food, forms to pay for media suppression, and her all time favorite, documents having to deal with collateral damage, and the ungodly amount of insurance that would have to be paid. The insurance rates alone were high enough as it was, but they had not only doubled, but quadrupled upon seeing Alucards name in the forms.

Integra sat back in her seat, pinching the bridge of her nose as she did so. They had left not long ago at noon, soon they would be boarding a plane to take them to Cairo directly, a flight that could take upwards of five or more hours. Till they called saying they made it without a hitch, she would be on edge.

She reached into her desk and pulled out her cigar case, one lonely cigar met her gaze. She would have to remember to get more soon if she was going to survive the next few nights. Their mission was simple: They would there for two days and three nights including tonight, they were to scout the city, and try and find any leads on the cultist group. Then again the last mission they had been on together had also been a straightforward mission, and look how that turned out.

She leaned back in her chair, the last cigar of the pack lit and being inhaled. If they mission went underway without a hitch, Integra decided she would do something of a celebration of sorts for herself. With only half staff on duty that night, it would be quiet, and she wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity. She eyed the bottom drawer of her desk, reserved for special occasions. If the night started off with no problems, she would relax; and the way to relax was the same for every Hellsing since the great Abraham Van Hellsing, and in the history of the great lineage, no Hellsing could ever relax without one or both of the following objects: either a cigar or a nice stout drink, and in the spirit of the night Integra planned on enjoying both in equal amounts.

Seras had been right, after five hours of being cooped up her nerves were frayed. The streets were crowded, and every heartbeat and breath was being amplified by the masses of people surrounding them. Even being in a taxi was setting her ablaze. Her contacts were burning her eyes, and with no sunglasses she was having to rely on her hair to shield her from the vile rays. Her hat did little more than shield her scalp. Overall, she felt the same way she felt every time she went out in the sun, miserable.

Both her and Alucard were, as well as the blonde captain sitting beside her. Poor James was squished against the window, much to Alucard's delight. But Relief was up ahead for the trio, The Nile Ritz-Carlton Hotel was within sight. Floors upon floors of hotel rooms, and their destination was the top, hopefully their stay would be longer than the last time they stayed in a hotel together.

James toppled out of the vehicle, his lungs relishing the fresh air. Seras stepped out over him, her hand coming up to shield her eyes. The truck with their coffins pulled up behind them, men personally chosen by Seras to accompany the three of them came spilling out. Their jobs were simple: scout, relay information, and guard the two vampires while they slept.

"Top floor men, follow us." Seras waved the men over, all of them on edge as they handled the coffins, especially the group with the black coffin. Alucard was eyeing them, just begging them to screw up. Seras led the way into the hotel, elegance surrounding her.

"Integra really didn't have to do this."

"She didn't, but it's nice is it not?"

Alucard walked up beside Seras. His steps shortening to stay instep with her shorter gate. "Seras take care of the check-in."

"Yes Master." She stepped up to the front desk, her eyes covered by a layer of blonde hair. "Hello, I'm here to check into the penthouse." The boy behind the counter seemed nice enough. Fake smiles and false senses of sincerity, just like every other bellboy at a hotel.

"Yes, what is your name Miss."

"Osborne."

The boy went through a registry looking for the name. "Ah yes, A Mr. and Mrs. Osborne. Thank you for staying at our establishment. If there is anything we can do to make your Honeymoon stay better, please let us know."

"Wha-!"
"That will be fine."

Seras's face was flushing, once they got back Integra was going to get a piece of her mind, she could already imagine Integra sitting behind her desk holding back laughter with a cigar hanging out her mouth.

"Umm, Sir. Sir, your luggage is unusually large."
"It's fine."
"But, we cannot be responsible, or allow such-"
"Seras."

Seras pushed the hair out of her eyes, the red globes entrancing the man across the counter, her hand coming up to towards his face.

"Everything is okay."
"Everything ...is okay."
"Everything is going to be fine."
"Everything... is going to be... fine."

Seras put her hand down, everything seemed to have worked out. Until he shook his head and grimaced at her.

"Oh, Bloody Hell!." She sighed and put her head into her hands.

"Ma'am, we can't allow-"

"Really Policegirl. Lead the men to the room, I'll finish this."

"Sorry Master, I did tell you it only works half the time." She waved the men on, and walked to the elevator. By the time the second coffin was up to the top floor, Alucard and joined them.

"Red and the Angel have arrived, I repeat Big Red and The Crimson Angel have arrived. They are staying at the Ritz- Carlton Hotel. Commence Phase One."

Within ten minutes the coffins had been set in the living area, and all twenty-five soldiers had taken their post. Afterwards James had retired to his own room on the first floor, leaving Alucard and Seras alone uptop. The penthouse sitting room was lined with one wall of windows. A perfect view of the Nile with its glistening waters, and the surrounding city with it's false lights could be seen from behind the glass barriers. A couch and two recliners set in front of the windows, perfect placement to enjoy the view, and the current seating of the two vampires.

Alucard rested in one of the recliners, sunset was still a half-hour away, and he had nothing to do. After everyone left Seras had immediately taken her contacts out, drawn the curtains, laid down on the couch, and promptly fell asleep. The room was quiet, the bustle of city streets a quiet hum below, he should have been able to sleep himself, but alas he couldn't find rest. Leaving him to his own thoughts.

He should have been chastising the girl beside him for failing to hypnotise a weak human, but he couldn't find it in him to get on to her. As simple as it looked, it wasn't the easiest thing in the world. It required practice, and at Hellsing she more than likely did not get the chances for practice she needed.

"I'll need to work on that. Perhaps there is still time for me to mold her." He frowned at his own thoughts. The idea of molding her no longer appealed to him as it once did. He turned his head to the left, looking at the girl sleeping on the couch. Most people would have thought twice before so easily falling asleep in the same room as a monster. They would have barricaded the door and slept with one eye open, but not her. She was not like them, nothing like the vermin that crawled the streets below, and for this reason his hand was not needed to shape her. He could teach her, guide her in the ways of the nosferatu, but never mold her. She was more interesting this way, unique, and exotic. Never before had a he met a creature with such a variety of character, it amused and interested him. For the same reason he would not purposely watch her dreams, he would not lift his hand. What could unfold excited him, brought him a certain kind of pleasure unbeknownst till now. With his others he had failed, and where they failed she would not.

He drifted in and out for sometime, before deciding it was time to rise, reaching over the arms of chairs, he ran his hand through Seras's blonde tresses. Her body reacted to the touch and lifted up into it. She stretched, her body extending with a sigh of sleep left behind. Afterwards she remained lying down, her head snuggled into the overly expensive throw pillow. Eyes barely open enough to see the red orbs partially hidden behind long lashes.

"Five more minutes." If possible her body sank deeper into the couch. Expensive pillows pushing up around her. "Tonight is bound to be a beautiful night, why waste it drowning in cushions." Seeing as how rising her was going to be difficult, he lifted her head out of the pillows. With his hand under her chin lifting she had no choice but to sit up. Either that or be dragged up when his already little patience ran thin.

When she finally sat up all the way a blood bag was haphazardly thrown on to her lap. The bag felt cold and awkward against her bare skin. She snatched the offending object from her lap, and within seconds had drained the bag dry. As her Master pulled the curtains open he tossed another bag her way. This time she drank slowly, letting each sip sit on her tongue and slowly roll down her throat.

"So Master, what shall we do tonight." The man in question remained standing by the windows, mind in deep thought as he looked to the city below. His face grimaced as he turned around showing the rare face of displeasure. "This is going to be boring."

Seras frowned up at him, getting to her feet she walked over and stood beside him. Enjoying the view while listening to her unusually not mirthful Master.
"Why is this going to be boring Master?" He turned his back to the window, long hair falling in front of his face for a second before the rebellious strands were tucked away.
"I was hoping we would be attacked by now." Seras choked on her meal for a second. "You're bored because we haven't gotten attacked yet. Don't you I don't know want to enjoy the peace for a second."

He merely scoffed, "And what am I to do with peace."
"Oh I don't know, enjoy it!. Seriously you've been back for all of what two weeks." She stood in front Alucard, shadowy hand on her hip as the other moved with each word. The scene reminded him of a mother scolding an impatient child, an amusing image indeed.

"Not to mention you've spent thirty years killing and butchering to your hearts content, after that doesn't a little while of peace feel nice." Both parties paused, neither of them speaking while the blonde waited for the old Warlord's answer. He gave the answer with a shrug of his shoulders and an unwavering smile

"I could have gone another thirty years."
"... You're impossible."

Silence was a rare virtue at the Hellsing manor. A quarter of her troops were gone overseas, another quarter was off duty, and the other half was quietly patrolling the grounds. Both Seras and Alucard were gone, which left Integra plenty of time to relax by herself. Her only companions a new pack of cigars, a bottle of Remy Martin Cognac, and complete and utter silence.

Paperwork was done for the night, all finished documents were sitting in a tray to be sent out the next morning, and with nothing to keep her hands busy she instead turned to sitting back in her own personal thrown, the office chair. She sat there for what had to be several hours, wisps of smoke outlining her features before the great windows. None of the bulbs were on, so the only light sources in the room were the moon and the end of her cigar. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Ring Ring Ring

Nothing can ruin this moment. Not a thing in the world.

Ring Ring Ring

Not a damn thing.

Ring Ring Ring

This is why we can't have nice things.

"Who the hell are you, you realize it's three in the bloody morning. Can't this wait till tomorrow!" Silence met her from the other end, till finally a man cut down half his size from over the phone spoke up, his pride the only thing keeping him from withering under the tone of the Iron Maiden on the other end.

"Umm, well, umm-... you see, umm."
"Start talking!"
"Yes, Sorry Ma'am, I-I mean Sir. Yes Sir Hellsing, we-we have urgent news from Cairo." Integra snapped the short-lived cigar in her hand. Ashes tumbling down onto the previously clean desk.
"What did he do?"
"Ex- Excuse?"
"What, did he do? What did that arrogant bastard do?" The tone in her voice was grave. They hadn't even been there a full night.
"Actually, if you're-referring to Al- Alucard, this is not about hi-him." Integra was taken aback for a second. It wasn't about him?
"What did she do?"
"Noth-nothing, neither of them have done anything other than barhop."
"Well what are you calli- wait did you say barhopping?"
"Yes?"
"As part of their mission?"
"I th- think so? I'm not entirely sure."
"What do you mean?" The room had finally started to die down in tension, but till she could go back to her drink and cigars it would remain.
"It's mostly him dragging her aro- around to places." Integra sighed deeply, the beginnings of a headache stabbing at the top of her forehead, her drink would have wait.
"Yes that's part of the mission. So, what did you call about?" The man on the other end paused for a second, almost forgetting the whole reason for calling.
"Oh, right yes. Intelligence has confirmed the movement of Undead in the Nile region. Known active hideouts have come up empty, they seem to be making their way towards the city of Cairo." She stopped lighting the cigar in hand, all thoughts of having a relaxing weekend had gone out the window with those words.
"Sir Hellsing?"
"Call for reinforcements."

Integra already had an idea of what was to happen. Reinforcements would be needed, and not to help Alucard and Seras, they would only get in their way; but to block off the area to keep collateral to a minimum.
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