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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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10 Pm Eastern European Time

The wind brushed against her skin, and the moon was shining high in the sky. It'd been awhile since Seras had been able to enjoy the night as she was now. The stars seemed to shine more here than they did in England, and with none of the city smog in the way they stood out like shining lights against a black backdrop. It truly was relaxing.

"Seras, are you even paying attention." She jumped a little at her Master's voice.

"Sorry Master, what were you saying" He sighed, "As I was saying, nothing has come up. I'm bored." He turned his head up to the sky as he walked, also enjoying the night sky.

"How can you already be bored, it's only ten."
"And, your point is?"
"Huh, impossible." Seras looked around, so far tonight Alucard had been leading them around, but it seemed he had run out of ideas.

Rounding the corner they came upon a nondescript building. A small pub between two larger buildings, tucked into the dark corner of the back alley. At first glance it seemed only to be a run down establishment, the only describing feature the name Stella on top of the large double doors. Seras looked up to her Master, his only response a wave of his hand to go on.

For such a small pub, the room was crowded with people shoulder to shoulder. The duo found refuge in a booth off in a corner. Away from prying ears and eyes, they could talk quietly if need be, and listen to the surrounding conversations easily enough.

Seras sent her shadows out to the dark crevices of the room. Every conversation, and every person could be seen and heard. Nothing would escape her wandering eyes. Alucard did the same to an extent, using his omnipresent powers he gave a quick once over the building and its occupants, nothing seemed out of place, unfortunately.

Each of them ordered their drinks, Seras a tomato juice, Alucard a glass of wine. Despite how crowded the room was, no one noticed as another content was added to his drink, and no one noticed the smaller blonde with him not touch hers at all.

"Master, how can you drink like that?"
"Like what?"
"You're always drinking."
"and?"
"How are you not drunk?" He gave a small laugh to her question. His hand rising to push back up his glasses, lest someone see the devilish orbs behind them.

"Who says I'm not." Seras raised an incredulous eyebrow, "I know your not."
"How do you know, maybe I'm just that good at hiding it."
"Hang overs must be a bitch then." This earned her another smile.
"Don't become sober, then you won't have hangovers." She shook her head at him, never a serious answer with her Master.

They finished their drinks shortly after, and walked out the doors to leave. Once again Seras was entranced by the sky, each star and constellation a beauty to behold.
"Master"
"Yes Seras?"
"Doesn't the sky look beautiful." He looked up towards the dark canopy, "Yes, you are right. It certainly is, I couldn't think of a more... perfect evening, wouldn't you agree." She smiled up at him
"Yes, it is, almost makes me want to have a bite to drink." Both of them stopped walking and looked at the other, before laughing at the inside joke.
"Stealing my lines aren't we Policegirl."
"Only when the moment's right Master." They continued walking aimlessly around the city. Each in their own thoughts.

It was an odd feeling, contentedness. Usually he only felt it during the throes of battle. Blood coating the ground, power flooding his senses, those were times he felt at peace. This was different though, he wasn't killing anything, yet he felt he could walk like this a while longer. It was an odd sensation, but not unliked. He looked down to the girl beside him, her eyes seemed to shine even behind contacts. Yes, he could entertain this awhile longer, just a little while longer.

Black Star to White Devil, Red and the Angel have left Stella, and are walking towards the main drag. I repeat, Big Red and the Crimson Angel have left Stella, and are walking towards the main drag. Await instructions to begin Phase 2.

5:10 Am Eastern European Time

The temple was always cold at night. The stone floor never felt a degree over freezing, and no light ever reached the bottom levels. The second lowest of the levels belonged to his Madame, the head Priestess. The woman with the long black hair whose face was never seen. The lowest level however, was the chamber of conversion, and he was not allowed in the chamber of conversion, because he was already converted, and did not need the counsel they require.

Since Rolan was first taken in as a young child by her greatness, she had given him a new life. No longer did he know the pains of starvation, or the fevers of sickness. She had been kind to him, and had never raised her hand against him.

So why, why was it he was so stricken by her actions. Her decisions to own this woman. Never before had he felt anything but grateful or astonished by his Madame. Many times in the past she had pointed out people she wanted, and it had never affected him. Never before had he second guessed his lady's decisions. Because Madam was always right, she had the ear of the Dark Mother, and one with the ear of the Dark Mother is never wrong. Madame herself had taught him that, and she is never wrong.

So even if his conscious told him to forsake this quest, he would not voice it. It was their mission to spread the Dark Mother's control, and Hellsing was in the way. Until Hellsing was squashed beneath his Madame's heels, their mission could not move forward. Especially now that the No Life King had returned.

Rolan shivered at the thought of their adversary. Since he was a child, he had heard stories of the King's awful power, and had feared him like the monsters he feared in the shadows. He hated that about himself, how he so easily feared the world, but he would never tell the Priestess this, because in the house of Lamashtu, only she was to be feared. Nothing was as frightening as the self-made Goddess, and as such, nothing else should be feared but her. Hellsing would fall, and his Priestess would guide the way to eternal glory for them all.

However, he still couldn't help the knot that formed in his stomach, or the bile that threatened to come up at the thought of fighting against Hellsing. He hated that he did not have faith in his Madame, and hated even more that deep down, he questioned the mission they led. What was their to question, it was the world that was wrong not them. They were mere instruments, the tools to a better world. But somehow, he felt deep down, it was not they who were wrong, but themselves.

He made his way down the hall to his Madame's chamber, the Grand Hall where her throne and the Statue of the Great Mother sat. He walked at his usual hurried pace, but stopped to cover his ears when the screams came up from the bowels of the temple. The tortured screams sent tremors up his spine, but this process was necessary. Those who would not willingly convert, had to be shone the way. Madame Priestess had many times in the past told him the screams were a reflection of their sins from their past lives. The sins must be drained from them, so their bodies could be clean slates for the tainting hand of the Dark Mother.

So as much as he felt pain for them, he must not acknowledge it with grief, he must be happy for them; because they were becoming clean for her Greatness, and soon new sisters and brothers would join the family.

When the screaming died down, he removed his hands from his ears, and walked into the Grand Hall. His eyes avoided the shadows between the pillars. The girls with their clawed hands and long hair were nothing to fear, but like everything else in life, he was terrified of them.

He quickly made his way to her throne, kneeling in front of her like the loyal servant he was.

"Good Evening Ma'am."

"And Good Evening to you Rolan. Tell me, how is the operation coming along." Her fingers steepled at her chest, the long nails of her index fingers clicking together as she tapped them.

"Phase one of the operation has been a success. Our men are awaiting orders to begin Phase two."

"Good, is this not wonderful, no?" Rolan nodded his head, the sick feeling in his stomach doubling.

"It is, but there has been one problem Ma'am." The clicking of her nails stopped, with the tension in the room the tapping of elongated nails on stone floor from the things in the shadows could be heard, as they moved forward to see what was happening.

"What has happened?" Her voice was grave, but was not directed at him.

"About ten minutes ago, Sir Integra Hellsing received a phone call. They have learned of phase one, they know we have maneuvered men to the city of Cairo, and she in turn has called for reinforcements."

The room grew completely silent, not even the sound of clicking nails could be heard from the masked women. Rolan looked up from his feet to his Madame, but then looked back down from the sight. Her hands were up at cheeks, nails digging and leaving red angry scratches down the already scarred pale face. Her stained teeth bit deep into her lip, causing a small trickle blood to drip down her chin.

The silence lasted for a few more moments, until it was broken by the low dark laugh of the woman across from him. He looked up again, this time to scared to look away. She was laughing hysterically now, each shrill chirp digging him deeper into himself.

"Ma'am?"

"Do not worry Rolan, this is good news. Very good, No?" He looked at her horrified, he had no idea what she was talking about.

"I don't follow Ma'am how-"

"Do not fret, this is a test from our Great Mother." Her hand lifted to the statue behind her, the hideous creature which they all coveted. "We will meet this challenge head on my dear Rolan..." She drifted off with more of her insane laughter.

"Ma'am, how shall we meet this test." She stopped her laughing, but her wicked smile remained.

"Send Nemorraya." Rolan lifted up, his body quacking.

"Are you certain Ma'am! Are you certain you should send her of all people?!"

His question was met with more insane laughter, "Of course Rolan, when have I ever been wrong." She beckoned him closer with her bony finger, and he came forward against his better judgement. Once he was close enough her hand came up beneath his chin. He had to keep himself from shirking back, her skin ice cold, colder than the stone beneath his feet.

"Rolan, my sweet Rolan, when have I ever chosen wrong by you?"
"Never, never have you chosen wrong for me."
"Shh." Her other hand came up to hush him, first putting her index finger to his lips before stroking his face. "No matter what it takes, we will defeat these horrid men, do you not want to defeat them, kill them yourself if you have to."
"Of course I do Ma'am."
"Then allow me to kill them, these swine have gone far enough, no? With their false gods and false prophets. They must be stopped. The Vatican, Hellsing, all of them must be destroyed... Do you not want to kill the vermin who killed your sister." The mention of his sister brought him to tears.
"I do Ma'am. I will kill all of them to avenge her." The priestess smiled down at him, both hands stroking his face. Smearing the hot tears across his lightly tanned skin.
"Then we must kill them, it is people like Hellsing, people who preach morals, and integrity, it was people like that who killed your sister, your sweet little Mishka.

By now Rolan was crying hard, rivers of salty tears dripped down his face and onto his white robes.
"What must I do Ma'am, what must I do." She continued to stroke him, his dark brown hair falling unkept into his face.
"Calm now Rolan, we will do as the Goddess commands." She smiled down at him, her smile not the picture of motherly love, but the closest he had ever had as far as he could remember. "Now, go to the room of forgiveness. Your faith has faltered today, you will need to give tribute to our Queen."
"Yes Ma'am."

He stood without problem, and walked out the door and down the hall. Going up a level, he went into the chamber of forgiveness. It was a large round room. A giant fountain of Lamashtu stood in the middle, high and proud above all. Along the walls of the room were stalls, each with enough room for a person to kneel. The sounds of forgiveness could be heard, with snap of a whip. He went to the stall straight ahead, on the other side of the room.

Upon entering he closed the curtain, and knelt before the small statue of Lamashtu, her hideous grin turning his stomach.
"Lamashtu, daughter of Anu. I have sinned against you, please forgive me for my falter in faith. He opened the box in front of him, and pulled out the flogger. He pulled down his robes top, and prepared for the first self-inflicted sting.

"Tomorrow Hellsing will fall."

Snap

"Tomorrow we will be victorious."

Snap Snap

"Tomorrow, Sister Nemorraya will wreak havoc.

Snap Snap

"Tomorrow, I will have vengeance."

Snap

He stopped his flogging, his body trembling with adrenaline. Tonight the men were gaining position, but tomorrow at dusk, they would attack.

5:12 Am Eastern European Time

They had hopped and hopped, but alas, nothing came up. Not that either of them minded, well... she minded. Alucard was almost sulking beside her, not one argument, not one fistfight, and not a single kind of confrontation had taken place that night, much to the Elder Vampire's displeasure.

Seras shook her head at the brooding man, and looked up at the sky. The faintest lines of light were slowly making their way across the canopy. They had been out longer than planned, but it had been worth it. Seras couldn't remember the last time she had, had such a great time. Between paperwork, house chores, training men, and personal training; Fun had gone out the window years ago, but he had brought that back, even if it was just the one night. She had thoroughly enjoyed it.

They entered the Hotel lobby, and went straight to the elevator. Seras giving small waves to the people they passed, and Alucard just being... Alucard. After the elevator ride Seras walked to the couch and collapsed, tiredness getting the better of her as she lay unmoving on the couch. The Coffins had been placed in the Master Bedroom away from prying eyes, and as much as Seras loved her bed, the trek seemed to far a walk in her tired state.

She lay there for a few moments, sleep on the verge of taking her. Tonight had been great. However, she had a sinking feeling tomorrow would not be the same. Something nagged her in the back of her mind, several times throughout the night she had felt the sensation of being watched, but the feeling came and went so fast there was no telling. Whatever was nagging her she did not know, all she did know, was two peaceful nights in a row was rare, and hopeless to wish for.

Ring Ring Ring

Why was her conscious always right.

"Hello?" Seras answered groggily into the phone, sleep retreating from her mind as she realized who called. "Wait, why are you still up Sir, it's three in England, is something going on?" At the mention of Integra, Alucard left the bedroom and entered the sitting area, curiousness beckoning him further.
"Seras, I'm going to need you on full alert next sundown. Is Alucard with you?"
"Yes he is here, would you like to talk to him."
"No I'm sure he is already within earshot." Seras looked up from her spot on the couch, her Master was definitely within ear shot, he was standing in front and over her, blocking out the outside world with his larger body.

"Yes, he can hear you alright." Seras frowned up at him, and holding the phone between her shoulder and ear she put out her good arm to push him up some. His body refused to budge, and instead he went down further in protest to her pushes. Seras eventually gave up, and sunk deeper into the couch to earn personal space.
"Seras, reinforcements should be arriving around four o'clock your time."
"Why do we need reinforcements. Has something come up Sir?" Seras tried to ignore the man standing over her, but it was becoming a harder and harder task to accomplish.
"Intelligence picked up movement in the South and Southwest. Known vampire hideouts have emptied, and it would seem they are congregating in a city in the Northeastern side of Egypt." The air in the hotel room seemed to move, dark yet joyous energy buzzing in the small space.
"Let me guess, Cairo."
"Yes, your orders are simple. Search and Destroy, and please, for the love of God. Try not to cause too much damage, and do not cause any unneeded collateral. Is that understood, Alucard." A dark laughter rose from deep within his chest, "Crystal, My Master." A sigh came from the other end of the phone.

"Try to get some sleep, Sir. We can handle things here." A pause came from the other end, no doubt a cigar was being extinguished on the other side. "Very well. Sleep now, and prepare for anything that might occur tonight. Do not let them one up us, that's an order."
"Goodnight Sir."

Seras tossed the phone to the other cushion beside her, her eyes traveling to the mad man in front of her. His hair had lengthened some, and his eyes burning pure excitement.
"Well, would you look at that, you'll get to maim and or kill someone after all. Does this make a happy ending to your night?" Just mentioning the words maim and kill set the tension in the room up a degree.
"Hopefully these opponents will be as fun as our last. These freaks and their sorry excuses for ghouls hold no challenge. Which reminds me?"
"What Master?" Seras pushed back some as her Master leaned down. His breathe tickling across her skin as he reached her ear.

"Will you partake this time, Seras?" She lost her voice for a second, straining to find it again.
"Partake in what Master?" She could feel his grin widen. "In the slaughter of course. Will you partake in the killing of any dogs that appear before us. Cut them down, wring their necks, devour their sweet ambrosia as they lay weak and submissive to you. Will you relish in their screams and find ecstasy in the blood shed, well will you, Seras... Victoria?"

Her breathing was erratic, she could already taste the velvety copper on her lips. Her nails were dug into the cushion beside and her teeth were digging into her lower lip.

"Well are you... Seras." She had no voice, anything she might have said was swept away with each word that left his mouth.
"Seras..." She squeezed her eyes shut, "Yes." It was quiet, but she got the word out.
"What was that, I think you might have said something." He lifted up to look her in the face, her eyes were no longer shut, but staring him straight on.
"Yes, I will... You can bet on it." His laughter filled the room, a shadowy mess enveloping him as he took his leave.

"You were right, tonight certainly is, a beautiful evening." With that he was gone, leaving a frustrated blonde in his wake. She didn't move, she didn't say anything. She just sat there dumbfounded on what had just happened.

Finally having enough of the sun she closed the curtains with her shadows, still not leaving her spot on the sofa. It wasn't till she heard the light footsteps of her faithful friend behind her that she took notice to the outside world. He walked around the couch, stopping in front of the still dazed draculina, his arms crossed over his chest. They were both silent for a moment, till the Captain broke the silence.
"What the hell does he have that I don't have." Seras shook her head a little, not quite catching onto what he was referring to. "What... What are you talking about?"
"Him, I at least have to touch a woman a little to get her this flustered, but him. All he has to do is lean in and speak. Inequity I tell you, it's just not right."

Seras sat up, words finally coming back to her. "Speaking... Flustered!... Touching! I will have you know I am not flustered Pip Bernadotte, I am merely... merely..."
"A steaming cauldron of sexual frustration. I assure you I understand, it must be rough being a forty-nine year old virgin." One of the pillows were thrown at his head, not that it hit him or anything, it passed through like everything else did.
"No, I am not a cauldron of.. what ever you just said. I am just, just surprised is all, and anxious."
"Anxious for what?"
"Dusk. I am anxious for dusk to come already."
"Why so you can fight?"
"Yes. I am very anxious to fight!"
"Or so you can see tall, dark, and Mister I don't have to touch a woman to get her- umph!"

A shadow smacked him right in the gut, and on the other end of it was a very pissed, and massively internally confused vampiress.
"That is not at all the situation. You have no idea, what just happened." He staggered for a few seconds, before coming back with a witty retort.
"No, your right. I have no idea what kind of relationship you two have, but it doesn't take a rocket scientist to know when a woman is hot and bothered."

Seras hung her head, she had no comebacks left in her. A mixture of sleep deprivation, hunger, and inner turmoil were weighing her down. The Captain walked over to the emotionally distressed woman. Wrapping her in a loose hug.
"I am sorry Ma Chere. I went to far." She lightly hit him once in the chest before hugging him back. "I forgive you." Her response was cut short by a small yawn. They pulled away, sleep a necessity before the next sunset.
"Come along Ma Chere, if you would like I could always give you a goodnight kiss." This earned him another light punch, but the mood was lightened for the moment. The faint smell of cigarette smoke filling the room as he lit his before bed cigarette.

Sleep took her effortlessly, dreams of war and bloodshed to come following her into the next night.
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