Yay, more Mary Sue fic
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Fandom: Hellsing
Chapter: 3/?
[The Hellsing Mansion]
Seras Victoria sat on the steps leading up to the front door of the mansion. The sun was high in the sky, and she was glad that becoming undead didn't mean there would be no more sun for her. Sure, she was as powerful as a regular human being at the time, but being only a night-creature was a more depressing prospect.
The service had been sad, but it was still a fitting tribute to the fallen soldiers that the organization had just lost in the battle against the Valentine Brothers. The breeze had been gentle, the day had been sunny, it was the perfect day to say goodbye. She had saluted her comrades, and inside, felt a tinge of guilt that she had taken her rage out on them so easily.
Sir Integral had said nothing through most of the service. She was hard to read most of the time, her eyes so serious behind those glasses, and behind a veil, she was even more unreadable. But she had ordered Seras to ride with her on the way back to the mansion.
The master of her master, it seemed, had been really concerned with how Seras had snapped during the battle, and was difficult to hold back. Seras flushed, thinking about how Sir Integral had to hold her close and shout in her ear before she gathered her wits to realize what she was doing.
She wrapped her arms around herself. She would have to be more mindful in the future, she promised herself.
Suddenly she sat up. A large vehicle pulled up, a limosine, at the gates of the compound. "Another attack so soon?" she wondered aloud. She ran up the steps, calling for Walter.
It didn't take long for her to find Walter, who had been in the kitchen with a cup of tea. They both ran out to the front door, only to find Alucard already sauntering down the main staircase, waving the front doors open.
"Master!"
Walter seemed to regain his composure upon seeing the master vampire. "I gather that your guest has arrived, Alucard?"
Seras went to stand a little behind Alucard, watching the figure step out from the car. It melted through the gates of the mansion. Seras focused her concentration, and the figure took on the shape of a woman. Like Alucard, she dressed in some old-fashioned outfit, with lace in haphazard fashion across the front of her blouse and all across the surface of her full skirt. Her head was covered by lace that somehow did not blow away in the wind that ran through her black hair, and the fur edges of her cape fluttered.
She stopped at the doorway. "You are not master of this house, Count," she said, and Seras tilted her head in confusion. The woman had spoken in another language, but Seras had understood her completely. "I will accept only the invitation of the master of the house."
Alucard began to say something, but Sir Integral's voice cut him off. "Be welcome, Marica of Elsenhas, to the headquarters of the Hellsing Organization. Be aware that any over-stepping your boundaries will result in your end." Sir Integral stood at the top of the stairway. "So, Alucard, this is who you were telling me about."
Marica stepped across the threshold, and she curtsied to Sir Integral. "I am honoured by the welcome of the great-granddaughter of Abraham van Helsing, who bested the vampire king of Transylvania." Her English was accented, but clear.
Sir Integral nodded. "I will be glad to speak to you later. I imagine you have a lot of catching up to do." She walked off.
Seras stared at the visitor.
"So that's Marica of Elsenhas," Walter mused.
"You know about her, Walter?" Seras asked.
The butler nodded, watching the woman walk towards Alucard.
"You haven't changed much," Alucard remarked, in that foreign language. Seras blinked. Apparently being part of his bloodline meant being able to understand all the languages he spoke. He held out his hands to the visitor.
Marica smiled, and undid the top buttons of her blouse as she walked into his embrace. She tilted her head as he drew her closer.
Seras was startled when Alucard bit into Marica's neck. He drank deep, then drew back. The wound sealed up, and Marica buttoned back up her blouse as if nothing untoward had happened.
"You've been keeping busy," Alucard said softly. His arms still encircled Marica. Seras thought she looked much smaller next to Alucard.
She cupped his face in her hands. "You have changed in some way, too." She ran the tips of her fingers across his brows and cheeks, tentative and watchful. "For better? For worse? What have you been doing, Dracul?" She drew back to look around the house now, and noticed Walter and Seras standing nearby. "You, I recognize you," she said in English. "How do you do?"
The old man smiled. "Walter C. Dolnez, at your service, madame. It is an honour to receive such an interesting guest in our house."
"I'm sure you've had more interesting people pass through this house. And there's this one." She jerked her head at Alucard.
"That's true. Shall I see to your belongings, madame?"
"Thank you, sir."
Walter bowed. "Seras, could you come help me with Miss Marica's things?"
"Yes, sir!" Seras started after Walter.
"Why, Count," she heard Marica exclaim behind her. "You adopted!"
"Who is she?" Seras asked as the limo driver opened up the boot to reveal a large coffin. Nonplussed, they stared at the white finish that mimicked marble, and the golden gilt hinges and writing.
"The legend goes that she was a nun who gave herself to the Devil so that she could be powerful enough to fend off the invaders threatening her town." Walter gestured to the coffin. "If you could, Miss Victoria?"
Seras reached in and picked up the coffin easily enough, hoisting it on her shoulders. "Oof. So why is she here?"
"It's a good question. He called her here, I suppose. I wonder..."
"Huh?" Seras tried to look over at Walter, but the butler walked on the other side of the coffin from her line of sight. "He's... never mentioned her to me."
"To be honest, he's only ever mentioned her once to me all these years. I had to do a bit of digging to find out more about her. She's not exactly the Countess of Karnstein."
Seras was confused to find that Marica had been assigned a guest room on the second floor, rather than a basement room where the Hellsing vampires were housed. The sun didn't shine in brightly at that time of day, but it was still a sunny room, with white walls and paintings of flowers on each wall. "Wow. It's, um, very bright, isn't it? Should she be here?"
"Set it down there, Miss Victoria." Walter didn't sound like he had heard her question.
"Marica is of profoundly domestic tastes, police girl," Alucard said from behind her. Seras nearly dropped the coffin in startlement. "And fond of the sun. She'll be fine here."
Seras set the coffin down carefully. "Yes, Master, but-" She stopped when she saw Marica enter the room a little behind Alucard.
Marica had a radiant smile as she took in her surroundings. She touched a gloved finger to a vase of roses on a nightstand, then pulled her cape off her shoulders and set it on one of the large cushioned chairs in the corner of the room. "It's lovely. Thank you. Sorry for the trouble."
"It's no trouble at all, Miss Marica. Call whenever you want anything." Walter bowed. "If you'll excuse me."
Seras was slowly edging out in a feeble attempt to follow Walter when Marica turned her full attention on the fledgling vampiress. "You! You are adorable!" Seras blinked, and found Marica inspecting her up close, although not actually touching her. "What is your name, child? Seras, was it?"
"Y-yes ma'am. Seras Victoria." Seras gave her a smart salute.
"What exquisite manners! I could just squeeze you back into life!" Marica laughed, and Seras blushed in embarrasment.
"Enough," Alucard ordered. "Police girl, you may go."
"She can stay if she wants," Marica protested. "We're all family in this room, aren't we?" She put an arm around Seras' shoulders.
When Alucard didn't answer, Seras coughed. "I'll go."
Marica embraced the girl, who returned the hug, unable to resist the genuine affection that the foreigner seemed to emanate. "See you later."
"Yes, ma'am." Seras backed out of the door. "It was very nice meeting you!" she added brightly, before Alucard slammed the door in her face.
Fandom: Hellsing
Chapter: 3/?
[The Hellsing Mansion]
Seras Victoria sat on the steps leading up to the front door of the mansion. The sun was high in the sky, and she was glad that becoming undead didn't mean there would be no more sun for her. Sure, she was as powerful as a regular human being at the time, but being only a night-creature was a more depressing prospect.
The service had been sad, but it was still a fitting tribute to the fallen soldiers that the organization had just lost in the battle against the Valentine Brothers. The breeze had been gentle, the day had been sunny, it was the perfect day to say goodbye. She had saluted her comrades, and inside, felt a tinge of guilt that she had taken her rage out on them so easily.
Sir Integral had said nothing through most of the service. She was hard to read most of the time, her eyes so serious behind those glasses, and behind a veil, she was even more unreadable. But she had ordered Seras to ride with her on the way back to the mansion.
The master of her master, it seemed, had been really concerned with how Seras had snapped during the battle, and was difficult to hold back. Seras flushed, thinking about how Sir Integral had to hold her close and shout in her ear before she gathered her wits to realize what she was doing.
She wrapped her arms around herself. She would have to be more mindful in the future, she promised herself.
Suddenly she sat up. A large vehicle pulled up, a limosine, at the gates of the compound. "Another attack so soon?" she wondered aloud. She ran up the steps, calling for Walter.
It didn't take long for her to find Walter, who had been in the kitchen with a cup of tea. They both ran out to the front door, only to find Alucard already sauntering down the main staircase, waving the front doors open.
"Master!"
Walter seemed to regain his composure upon seeing the master vampire. "I gather that your guest has arrived, Alucard?"
Seras went to stand a little behind Alucard, watching the figure step out from the car. It melted through the gates of the mansion. Seras focused her concentration, and the figure took on the shape of a woman. Like Alucard, she dressed in some old-fashioned outfit, with lace in haphazard fashion across the front of her blouse and all across the surface of her full skirt. Her head was covered by lace that somehow did not blow away in the wind that ran through her black hair, and the fur edges of her cape fluttered.
She stopped at the doorway. "You are not master of this house, Count," she said, and Seras tilted her head in confusion. The woman had spoken in another language, but Seras had understood her completely. "I will accept only the invitation of the master of the house."
Alucard began to say something, but Sir Integral's voice cut him off. "Be welcome, Marica of Elsenhas, to the headquarters of the Hellsing Organization. Be aware that any over-stepping your boundaries will result in your end." Sir Integral stood at the top of the stairway. "So, Alucard, this is who you were telling me about."
Marica stepped across the threshold, and she curtsied to Sir Integral. "I am honoured by the welcome of the great-granddaughter of Abraham van Helsing, who bested the vampire king of Transylvania." Her English was accented, but clear.
Sir Integral nodded. "I will be glad to speak to you later. I imagine you have a lot of catching up to do." She walked off.
Seras stared at the visitor.
"So that's Marica of Elsenhas," Walter mused.
"You know about her, Walter?" Seras asked.
The butler nodded, watching the woman walk towards Alucard.
"You haven't changed much," Alucard remarked, in that foreign language. Seras blinked. Apparently being part of his bloodline meant being able to understand all the languages he spoke. He held out his hands to the visitor.
Marica smiled, and undid the top buttons of her blouse as she walked into his embrace. She tilted her head as he drew her closer.
Seras was startled when Alucard bit into Marica's neck. He drank deep, then drew back. The wound sealed up, and Marica buttoned back up her blouse as if nothing untoward had happened.
"You've been keeping busy," Alucard said softly. His arms still encircled Marica. Seras thought she looked much smaller next to Alucard.
She cupped his face in her hands. "You have changed in some way, too." She ran the tips of her fingers across his brows and cheeks, tentative and watchful. "For better? For worse? What have you been doing, Dracul?" She drew back to look around the house now, and noticed Walter and Seras standing nearby. "You, I recognize you," she said in English. "How do you do?"
The old man smiled. "Walter C. Dolnez, at your service, madame. It is an honour to receive such an interesting guest in our house."
"I'm sure you've had more interesting people pass through this house. And there's this one." She jerked her head at Alucard.
"That's true. Shall I see to your belongings, madame?"
"Thank you, sir."
Walter bowed. "Seras, could you come help me with Miss Marica's things?"
"Yes, sir!" Seras started after Walter.
"Why, Count," she heard Marica exclaim behind her. "You adopted!"
"Who is she?" Seras asked as the limo driver opened up the boot to reveal a large coffin. Nonplussed, they stared at the white finish that mimicked marble, and the golden gilt hinges and writing.
"The legend goes that she was a nun who gave herself to the Devil so that she could be powerful enough to fend off the invaders threatening her town." Walter gestured to the coffin. "If you could, Miss Victoria?"
Seras reached in and picked up the coffin easily enough, hoisting it on her shoulders. "Oof. So why is she here?"
"It's a good question. He called her here, I suppose. I wonder..."
"Huh?" Seras tried to look over at Walter, but the butler walked on the other side of the coffin from her line of sight. "He's... never mentioned her to me."
"To be honest, he's only ever mentioned her once to me all these years. I had to do a bit of digging to find out more about her. She's not exactly the Countess of Karnstein."
Seras was confused to find that Marica had been assigned a guest room on the second floor, rather than a basement room where the Hellsing vampires were housed. The sun didn't shine in brightly at that time of day, but it was still a sunny room, with white walls and paintings of flowers on each wall. "Wow. It's, um, very bright, isn't it? Should she be here?"
"Set it down there, Miss Victoria." Walter didn't sound like he had heard her question.
"Marica is of profoundly domestic tastes, police girl," Alucard said from behind her. Seras nearly dropped the coffin in startlement. "And fond of the sun. She'll be fine here."
Seras set the coffin down carefully. "Yes, Master, but-" She stopped when she saw Marica enter the room a little behind Alucard.
Marica had a radiant smile as she took in her surroundings. She touched a gloved finger to a vase of roses on a nightstand, then pulled her cape off her shoulders and set it on one of the large cushioned chairs in the corner of the room. "It's lovely. Thank you. Sorry for the trouble."
"It's no trouble at all, Miss Marica. Call whenever you want anything." Walter bowed. "If you'll excuse me."
Seras was slowly edging out in a feeble attempt to follow Walter when Marica turned her full attention on the fledgling vampiress. "You! You are adorable!" Seras blinked, and found Marica inspecting her up close, although not actually touching her. "What is your name, child? Seras, was it?"
"Y-yes ma'am. Seras Victoria." Seras gave her a smart salute.
"What exquisite manners! I could just squeeze you back into life!" Marica laughed, and Seras blushed in embarrasment.
"Enough," Alucard ordered. "Police girl, you may go."
"She can stay if she wants," Marica protested. "We're all family in this room, aren't we?" She put an arm around Seras' shoulders.
When Alucard didn't answer, Seras coughed. "I'll go."
Marica embraced the girl, who returned the hug, unable to resist the genuine affection that the foreigner seemed to emanate. "See you later."
"Yes, ma'am." Seras backed out of the door. "It was very nice meeting you!" she added brightly, before Alucard slammed the door in her face.