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Welcome to Hellsing CH 3Seras and Hans left the dining room, and began to slowly walk back down the corridor toward the living areas. Hans appeared quite satisfied as he yawned, stretched his arms up, and placed his hands behind his head.
You're just like a big puppy aren't you?? Fed and ready to go curl up somewhere!, Victoria teased.
Hans smiled and nodded, and his form began to warp.
Seras stared in awe at the giant white wolf who was now circling her playfully, with it's tail held high.
A few of the guards that were walking the same hall almost jumped out of their skin at the sight.
Seras tackled the wolf, rubbing his fur and scratching behind his ears, and she received lots of licks on her cheek in return. She held her hands up to block the ensuing barrage of wolf slobber.
Aww, you're such a cutie Hans!, she cooed scratching the underside of his chin.
Hans nudged her gently, and began parading down the hall with a cute sprin
Welcome to Hellsing A HxS FicCaptain Hans wasn't sure what made the realization hit him, it may have been the years of tiresome, repetitive war he'd already lived through, or the beautiful draculina standing before him, he simply knew that He wasn't ready to die just yet.
Those other fools in millennium rejoiced at the sight and sounds of war and death.
Death meant only one thing to the captain, and that was the assurance of his freedom. Still he wasn't ready to leave the stage just yet, for he'd felt that there was something pulling him away, he needed something more. He wanted his freedom and he wanted it on his terms.
After all, a wolf could only be tamed for so long...
He looked over his shoulder to see the vampire girl poised and ready to make her next strike. Hans turned to face her holding still, allowing her to tackle him to the floor.
The captain could tell she was ecstatic by such a stroke of luck, her eyes huge, a triumphant grin of victory on her face. The police wom
You're A Hellsing Addict When1. You know Integra's full name and how to spell it
2. You constantly check the status of the next OVA's release date
3. You correct people that think Rip Van Winkle, Zorin, and/or Schrödinger are werewolves.
4. In addition to 3, during the correction you give a small history lesson about the Werwolfs (The Guerilla Group)
5. In addition to 4, when correcting those who think Schrödinger is a werewolf you also mention the Schrödinger's Cat theory
6. The only reason why you know about Schrödinger's cat theory is because you looked it up after Schrödinger came into the story
7. You know exactly what gun Rip Van Winkle uses
8. You constantly quote the characters
9. You do not watch the OVAs subbed because they call Schrödinger a girl and they spell Rip Van Winkle's name Rip Van Wrinkle
10. You've looked up Hellsing conspiracy theories online
11. You search for Hellsing fanfictions
12. You fantasize about Alucard murdering Edward Cullen
13. You despise Twilight
Welcome to Hellsing CH 2Weeks Later....
The initial clean up of the Hellsing estate had been a long and grueling job, but with the help of the remaining Wild Geese, and a newly recruited werewolf captain, the process ran much more smoothly.
Walter was dead, Alucard had not returned, and the atmosphere was not the same around the mansion, but everyone put on a brave face and continued with business matters as usual. Integra had done a bit of research on the behaviors of wolves, and explained to Seras that the captain had been alone for so long during his service to Millennium, that upon seeing such a cute and buxom female as Integra put it, that his urge to seek out a mate had probably overridden his programing to fight.
After wrapping up their meeting, Integra gave Seras a small daily planner book with locations that would need to be scouted and cleaned, with the most severe outbreaks having a red circle around the names.
Seras had gotten used to the fact that for at least a while, most
Survival.Blood... more blood....
Several drained corpses lay about the room. None of their blood was the same as.... as THAT blood.
Not enough.... never enough....
A low growl rumbled in the vampire's throat. There had to be more.... more of THAT blood somewhere. Why did no one have it?!
Seras checked a nearby clock. She was supposed to be reciecing backup today. That and more blood, more ammunition. She could only hope the clock was right - then again, it wasn't as if it really mattered, as long as they got here before sundown.
The droning slice of helicopter blades sounded overhead. Seras looked up and smiled. None of the vampires had thought to take to the air - the extent of their technology was Alucard's guns as far as she knew. No transporation, or anything beyond the capacity of Freak chips.
Several more helicopters began to sound. That must be my backup, then.
Multiple ropes fell from the helicopters, and the small force that was the backup began to dr
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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