Out in the Night.
It was night in Tokyo, and the vampires walked in the shadows.
Vampires, and those that chose to hunt them down.
The vampire walked inside, his hair styled and clothes neatly
pressed as he stalked the smoky darkness of the bar. A smile, a
lingering glance, he moved through the crowds unnoticed, picking out
what he wanted. The girl was alone, quietly finishing her drink. Not
too terribly attractive, and no one would likely miss her.
"Hello," he smiled at her.
"H... hi," she stuttered out shyly.
"You shouldn't be sitting here all alone," he smiled
charmingly, "there's all sorts of people out tonight. You could be
hurt."
"Thank you," she blushed, looking down.
The charming, gentle words continued on as he carefully worked
his wiles on her. She relaxed more and more, her smile becoming far
less tentative as she came to enjoy his presence. When he thought she
was ready, he made his move.
He took her had gently tugging, "Would you like to join me
outside?"
Her eyes widened, and she smiled up at him happily. Just a bit
tipsy from her drink she sighed out softly, "Oh, I'd love to."
They smoothly made their way through the crowds, may of the
patrons giving envious glances to the woman at snagging such a
handsome man. The back door opened out into an alley, often used to
off-load beer and other kinds of alcohol.
The vampire looked around him curiously before smiling
slightly. "No one's here," he smiled, showing a bit of fang, "we're
all alone."
"Good," the quite cold voice said, "that requires less
explanations."
He turned back to her and found the young woman's stance was
totally different than it was. There were no signs of her being drunk
at all, instead the dark haired woman stood up straight, her eyes
intent upon him. She drew something out from a hidden corner of the
alley, and there was a sudden rasp of steel sliding on steel.
"What's going on.." The vampire blinked, sounding confused.
The girl moved like a shot, and the vampire howled in blazing
pain as the sword the girl carried made a shining arc across his
forearm. He clutched at the bloody stump, realizing that he had barely
evaded a strike aimed at his head! She attacked him again and again,
sending him scrambling to try to get away from her relentless assault.
"Hold still," she growled out, "and it'll end quicker."
He stumbled, coming to rest against a brick wall. His eyes
widened, he turned around, and the shining path of the sword was the
last sight he ever saw.
The body slid wetly to the floor, the woman using her foot to
stop the bouncing head from rolling away from her. "Decapitation
works," Saya murmured softly, "even against these third generation
half breeds."
Saya cleaned the sword smoothly before sliding the katana away
with a steely rasp. Then she mussed her clothes up a bit, trying to
make it look like she had just had sex.
"Time to go back to trolling for idiot vampires," Saya
muttered irritably before she headed back inside the bar.
Not that she really minded hunting such fools. Privately, she
thought of removing them as a public service to the reputation of more
capable vampires everywhere. But they were easy prey, barely worth the
effort of drawing forth her blade.
As Saya settled into her corner seat she smiled. There were
rumors of an elder vampire in the city, a creature of fearsome power.
And a youngling, who seemed to be able to easily best her sires. If
those rumors were true, it could make things very... interesting. Very
interesting, indeed.
The private plane slowly rolled to a stop in the darkness of
the airport. The runway was on the far end of the airport, away from
any of the commercial traffic or passenger's prying eyes. Unmarked
except for a simple identification number, the older plane carried no
company insignia, looking to be entirely unnoticeable.
The hatch on the side folded down into stairs, then a single
figure dressed in military garb stepped down, looking around her
cautiously. The small young woman was pale, her short cropped blonde
hair framing her face. A face, it should be said, looking very
displeased.
"I hate flying," Victoria Ceres growled softly, "I really,
really hate it."
"Couldn't be helped," the taller woman answered, following her
down. She wore a tasteful gray suit, her own silvery hair providing a
ice contrast. Glasses gleamed on a face that could almost be described
as handsome, and she drew on a cigar thankfully.
"Yes, Ms. Hellsing," Victoria gave the woman a respectful nod.
Softly she added, "At least it was a night flight all the way."
Integra Hellsing smiled slightly, "Least I could do."
Victoria looked around them, her expression grave. "Why
couldn't we bring Arucard along?" she asked her quietly.
"Walter can keep an eye on him," Integra answered. "For this
mission we may require some delicacy, a talent that Arucard rather
lacks," she added.
"What is the mission?" Victoria asked quietly.
"The Japanese government is growing concerned over the vampire
problem in Tokyo, they fear their internal bodies may not be able to
deal with it," Integra said quietly.
"So they want the Royal Order of Holy Knights assistance,"
Victoria murmured. She gave her superior a shrewd glance, "But you
didn't need to come along just for that."
"I've recently had less contact with one of my... more
informal agents. She was based in Japan, and had been sending me
reports quite regularly, but now they have slowed to a mere trickle,"
Integra quietly explained.
"You're worried about her?" Victoria raised her eyebrow in
surprise.
"That," Integra agreed, "and concerned she might have been
compromised."
"And if she had been compromised?" Victoria asked.
"Then we'll take the necessary steps," Integra said coldly.
Authors Notes: Saya is from the movie Blood the last vampire. Victoria
Ceres and Integra Hellsing are from the anime series, Hellsing. I had
considered featuring Arucard as well, but he's a bit too blood
thirsty, even for me.
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