Angels, Devils and Vampires: 7

Pip rolled back and forth on his heels, leaning against the wall and waiting patiently. “How’s it going in there?” he called towards the bathroom door.

“I’m fine,” Seras called back weakly. “It’s just… a little weird that you gave me pajamas to change into.”

“I’m sorry,” Pip replied weakly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought… see, if you had looser clothes, it wouldn’t hurt you as much, you know?” He glanced at the door and shrugged. “No offence, but all your other clothes looked… a little too tight.”

He heard a groan of displeasure. “I know, get your head out of the gutter,” she muttered.

Pip scowled and crossed his arms, wincing with the pain that ebbed into his shoulder. “So… how’s your back?” he asked, trying to break the silence.

There was a small hesitation before Seras replied, “It hurts a lot… but it’s better than before. At least I can stand… how’s your shoulder?”

He winced and rubbed it gently. “I think that punk dislocated it,” he muttered. “Maybe if I roll it a couple times, it’ll pop back into place.”

“Maybe my master should look at it,” Seras suggested quietly. “He’s very good at treating injuries.”

Pip grimaced, imagining Alucard looking and fixing his shoulder… it wasn’t pretty. “Uh… maybe not,” he said very slowly. “No offence, but I do not trust Alucard with any injury on me… he might accidentally kill me.” Seras made a small chuckle and Pip smiled. “Are you almost done in there?”

“Yeah… but don’t laugh at me, okay?” Seras warned, turning the doorknob and stepping out. Pip glanced at her and stiffened. She was wearing a long, flowing white nightgown with a long, lacy white robe. She lowered her head and stared at her feet. “Well… how do I look?” she asked meekly.

Pip strode towards her, eye wide and mouth slightly agape. “I… can’t take it,” he gasped, taking her face in his hands and pressing his lips against hers. She stiffened at his reaction, but slowly wrapped her arms tenderly around his neck and pulled him closer to her.

She pulled away and leaned her forehead to his chin. “So, do you like it?” she purred, massaging the back of his head with her hands.

His kissed her forehead and placed his hands carefully on her waist. “You have no idea,” he murmured, pulling down the sleeve of her robe and kissing her bare shoulder. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, sighing contently.

“…Oh my,” Alucard said very slowly, alarmed and disturbed. Seras and Pip both yelped and pushed each other away as quickly as possible. Alucard was standing at the doorway, his face was twisted with confusion and, for once in his life, was completely speechless. Seras, who was like a daughter to him, was kissing… very passionately… with Pip...

“M-Master,” Seras stammered, pulling her robe back up. “I… didn’t… we were just… I’m sorry?” She glanced at Pip for help, but he was frozen with fear. Oh crap, he’s gonna kill him.

“… I see you’re done… changing,” Alucard muttered, rubbing the back of his head. He cleared his throat and frowned crookedly. “Well… that’s good… uh, why don’t you two just… come on out here so we can… question these two gentlemen?”

“R-right,” Seras said slowly, grabbing Pip’s arm and tugging on it. He snapped back to reality and shook his head. “Come on, Pip… let’s go.” He nodded slowly and shuffled right behind her, staring blankly at Alucard. Please don’t kill him, please don’t kill him…

“Captain, how’s your shoulder doing?’ Alucard suddenly asked as soon as Pip crossed his path.

“Eh… uh, I think it’s dislocated,” Pip said shakily, grabbing his injured shoulder and rolling it several times. “Don’t worry, if I’ll just roll it a bunch of times-.” Alucard didn’t let him finish his sentence. He suddenly pulled Pip away from a frightened looking Seras, grabbed his shoulder and yanked it back fiercely. Pip grimaced, made a little squeak of pain, and collapsed to the floor, not moving.

“PIP!!!” Seras cried, falling to her knees and shaking him, not getting a response. “Master, what did you…?”

“Give him a minute and he’ll be up,” Alucard grumbled. “I’ll meet you in the other room… and I expect you to come out here with…” he strode over and poked several times at a spot on her shoulder, “With less of these.” Seras scowled and pulled her robe over the ‘lovely’ hickey Pip left on her shoulder.

Alucard smirked and left the two lovers alone in the room while he went back to his victims in the other room. They were each tied to chairs and had their masks pulled off. The one named Luke was struggling against the bonds of the ropes, bucking the chair back and forth and coming very close to knocking himself over. On the other hand, the one named George was completely silent, sagging sadly against the ropes and staring at his feet. Like waiting for a death sentence, Alucard thought amusingly. “Gentlemen,” he murmured and they both looked up at him. “Let’s talk, shall we?”

Luke glared at him and spat, “I’m not going to tell you anything! There’s nothing to talk about!”

Alucard stared at him for a moment and sighed. “Fine, then I can always ask your friend over here,” he said simply, nodding towards George.

Luke glanced at his friend and hissed softly, “If you say one thing about the plan, I swear I’ll-!” There was a small click and Luke froze. He slowly turned his head and saw Pip aiming a pistol at his temple.

“Let your friend talk,” Alucard growled politely. “Or my friend will shoot you. Is that a deal?” Luke made a sour face and pouted, turning from Pip’s gun and lowering his head. Alucard smirked and turned to George, who flinched when his eyes made contact with his. The vampire knelt down and tried to smile politely, but it just made his scarier. “Mr. McBindle… is that correct?” he asked and George nodded. “You have two choices: you can answer all my questions the easy way, or…” he bared his teeth and George whimpered, “We can always do it my favorite way.”

“Don’t George,” Luke hissed. “Don’t even think about saying anything or… ow!” Pip smacked him in the back of the head to shut him up. “Bite me, punk!”

“He won’t,” a voice behind Pip growled. Seras crept forward and grinned, baring her teeth. “But I will.”

Luke smirked, eying her hungrily. “Heh, I actually won’t mind that, Sweetheart,” he purred, licking his lips. Seras flinched, her plan suddenly backfiring. “You changed your clothes? Gee, that’s too bad… I liked your other outfit much better than-.” Pip suddenly struck him across the cheek, causing his chair to tip over and fall hard to the ground. “… Ow.”

Pip knelt down at the struggling man and smirked. “Yeah, never mess with my girl, got it?” he asked. Luke growled and tried to break the bonds, but it caused his chair to tip over to the side. Seras giggled and Pip smiled, standing up and nodding at Alucard. “Sorry for the interruption… please continue.”

“Gladly,” Alucard purred, turning towards a pale looking George. “Now, what is your decision?”

George swallowed hard and shuddered. “I-I’ll talk, just don’t bite me,” he begged.

“Oh, I highly doubt that,” Alucard growled. “You took my master, hurt my student, sealed me away in this God forsaken place and tried to kill those two… that makes me very angry.”

Tears began streaming down George’s face and Alucard grimaced. It was very pathetic to see men cry in fear. He began to hyperventilate, struggling to say a clear word in English. The vampire sighed and rolled his eyes. He slowly reached forward and pressed a finger against the hysterical man’s lips. George froze and stared Alucard, shaking with fear. “Look into my eyes,” he murmured, taking off his glasses and leaning forward. George shut his eyes tightly and turned his head away. Alucard grabbed his chin and snapped his head towards his face. George’s eyes fluttered open and they suddenly became very wide, either with horror or awe. “Deeper,” Alucard commanded softly. George must have obeyed because Alucard let go of his chin, waved his hand in front of his face several times and smiled triumphantly. “Good, now you will answer all my questions truthfully, correct?”

George’s lips pulled into a small, comfortable smile. “Y-yes, Sir,” he murmured. “I’ll answer all your questions truthfully.”

“Very good,” Alucard said, as if praising a dog. “Now, where is this underground church of Satan?”

George nodded slightly. “It’s in the country side, thirty miles from London,” he said, his words slurred as if he were slightly drunk. “You can’t miss it… it’s a big gray farmhouse with a huge black barn in the back. That’s where we hold our sermons.”

“Excellent,” Alucard praised again. “Now, tell me who ordered you to do all this?”

“Our boss, the priest of our church,” George blubbered. “He wants to be a vampire… he thinks he’s one spiritually. He sleeps by day, forces us to cut ourselves so he can drink our blood, and has admired you and your work for many, many years.”

Alucard smirked. “I’m flattered,” he muttered. “But… why is he doing this?”

George lolled his head towards Seras, who immediately hid behind Pip, and then looked back at Alucard. “Isn’t it obvious? He wants you to make him into a vampire and rule as his right handed man.” Pip and Seras squirmed uncomfortably and Alucard’s smile twisted into a frown of displeasure.

“And if I refuse?” Alucard asked.

George pursed his lips in thought. “He’ll not only kill Miss Hellsing, he’ll kill you,” he snapped his head towards Pip and Seras, “And you two,” he leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling, “And destroy the Hellsing Organization. This way, he can find another vampire before you guys destroy them all.”

“Hmm,” Alucard murmured. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that.” George smiled drunkenly and proudly.

Little did anyone know, Luke was slowly inching his way towards George’s back pocket. With his teeth, he pulled out the hunting knife from his pocket, flicked it open and tossed it over his shoulder. To his luck, it slit the ropes cleanly and barely scratched him. As soon as Alucard finished his sentence, he leapt from floor, slammed his fist into Pip’s stomach and stabbed George in the shoulder. George immediately snapped out of his hypnotic-state, glanced fearfully at the knife in his shoulder and opened his mouth to cry out, but only a fearful gasp slid out. Luke grinned evilly, blood splattered on his face. “I told you not to talk,” he giggled grimly, raising his knife to strike his neck.

Someone grabbed his shoulders and pulled him backwards. “So did I,” Alucard hissed into his ear as Seras ran to aid the injured man. Luke tried to pull away from him, but his grip was like iron. Quickly, he reached back and began stabbing blindly at the vampire’s face. Alucard growled, bared his teeth and roughly sank them into Luke’s neck. He screamed horrifically, struggling against the grip of his jaws by jerking his body away, but it only brought the teeth deeper into his flesh, blood spurting uncontrollably from between his lips. The poor man looked like fish dangling on a hook and line, struggling to breathe the air from above the water. Seras shuddered and covered her eyes from the horrific scene, only snapping her back to reality when George began to bawl with pain. After five minutes of agonizing screams, Luke’s body relaxed, his eyes glazed and staring at the ceiling, finally dead. Alucard dropped the body like a chew toy and licked his lips, smiling as Luke’s body made an ugly thud against the ground.

“Heh, now that that’s over,” he turned towards George, who was now untied from his chair and was lying on the ground, whimpering as Seras took off her robe and pressed it against his wound. “How is he?”

“T-the wound isn’t deep,” Seras said shakily. “He’ll be okay once the bleeding stops.” She looked around and paled. “Where’s Pip?”

“Over here,” a weak voice called. The vampires turned and saw Pip leaning against the wall, breathing hard, gripping his stomach and trying to stay standing up. “The punk… had more than one knife.” He winced and pulled his hand away, his white shirt slowly turning red. Seras gasped painfully and Alucard cringed. “I-I think I need to lie down.” At that moment, Pip’s knees buckled and he collapsed heavily to the floor.