Title: As Long as They Keep Their Pants On
Fandom: Hellsing
Characters: Alucard and Seras Victoria; OC Hellsing heir, OC soldier
Prompt: 77. What?
Word Count: 752
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It seems that causing embarrassing scenes in public is one of their sources of entertainment. One gets used to it.
Author's Notes: Another post-manga fic. Chronologically follows
Finis, after 17-years of un-posted storyline, but has content enough to be read by itself. Title thanks to an awkward lunch table conversation.
Captain Hansen swallowed numbly as Sir Edgar studied him. Even though the soldier was about twenty years older than the knight was, Hansen couldn’t help but be nervous. The new Sir Hellsing was clearly far more gifted than his uncle, that much was obvious, but in terms of experience… It would suffice to say Hansen had reason to doubt his leader’s qualifications. Perhaps it was because the knight was barely seventeen and had a penchant for fast cars.
“Good evening, Captain.” Edgar finally greeted. Hansen almost jumped at the voice; he was unexplainably fidgety this evening. There was something different about the manor now and it unnerved him, as did the young knight at its helm.
“Evening, sir. You wanted me for somethin’?”
“Correct. Captain, I’d like you to meet Commander Victoria.” Edgar gestured to something behind Hansen, and the soldier turned on the spot to see the young woman from earlier sitting in a chair in the corner.
She bowed her head politely and smiled. “Good evening, Captain. Beautiful night, isn’t it?”
Hansen glanced out the window for a quick second. It was a beautiful nigh out. The moon was full, the sky was clear, and the stars were bright. “Yes it is, miss.”
“The Commander here is going to be your superior from now on. You’ll still be commanding on assignments, but she’ll lead the ground troops with her teammate. She has the authority to overrule your orders if she feels it is necessary, understand?”
“Yes sir, but…”
Edgar raised an eyebrow. “But what, Captain?”
Hansen fidgeted nervously, shifting from one foot to another. “No offence miss, but aren’t you a bit young to be hunting vampires?” Victoria laughed sweetly as the older man rubbed the back of his head nervously.
“Sorry to burst your bubble Captain, but I’m old enough to be your grandmother.” Hansen lifted his head in shock to see Victoria grinning a pointed grin that was much akin to that of the Cheshire Cat. He stepped back with a strangled gasp and reached for his handgun, but Victoria held her hands up in front of her in a gesture of peace. “Don’t worry. I work for Hellsing.”
“But you’re--!”
“A vampire, I know. Having a thirst for blood isn’t something that goes unnoticed.” She joked, flippantly waving a hand at him. Hansen holstered his weapon warily, eyes darting to the large handgun strapped to her leg. He opened his mouth to attempt to make a comeback but was interrupted someone who clearly wasn’t in the office.
“That would be one thing among many, Police Girl. There are several effects you didn’t point out.”
Hansen jumped and drew his gun again, this time pointing it at the glowing red eyes in the wall behind Victoria. A deep laugh rang through the air as she rolled her eyes, turned, and stuck her hand through the wall. The limb sank in up to her elbow, and when she removed it, the hand wasn’t the only thing to come back. Tightly gripped in delicate fingers was a bright red cravat, and attached to the end of said cravat was a tall raven-haired man. The man grinned his own vampiric grin as he looked down at Victoria and her grip on his clothing.
“Well, you’re being rather forceful, Police Girl. I thought this behavior was reserved for my chambers.” He leered. Victoria smirked and gave the cravat a slight yank.
“I thought you liked it when I was forceful?” she purred, running the fingers of her free hand up the front of his chest to stroke his pale neck. “Don’t tell me you’re complaining… Master.”
The man chuckled as the cravat was given another yank and his face brought closer to hers. Hansen fearfully glanced over to Sir Edgar who had an extremely blasé look on his face.
The young knight coughed and the two vampires looked up. “Hate to break up the love-fest, but this isn’t the time or place for that.”
The taller vampire frowned and grumbled as Victoria giggled. “Do we have your leave, Sir?” she asked innocently.
Edgar waved a hand at the two. “Go on, get out of here.”
“Yes sir!” she replied, adjusting her grip on the cravat. “Come along Master, you heard the orders. We need to leave.” She led him across the room and the two promptly disappeared through a wall. Edgar chuckled as Hansen worked his jaw, flabbergasted.
“They did the exact same thing at my knighting, you know.”
“Wh… What?”
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