Author: Haissan PM
After a particularly bad catch for the Police Girl in Ireland, she retires to bed unaware of the effects of a curse. A crossover fic with Freddy Kruger.Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Fantasy - Seras - Chapters: 6 - Words: 6,087 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 8 - Updated: 03-27-11 - Published: 04-03-10 - id: 5867959
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In her room, it was dark. Darkness is always all encompassing, it embraces all, never discriminating against anyone, anything, idea, or action. Vampires are creatures born of darkness, and darkness is chaos. Maybe this is what is the deepest fear within human beings, fear of chaos, what cannot be controlled or is unknown.
Perhaps this is why Seras found her body aching and tingling throughout. Her body moved almost of its own accord in the dark; she twisted and turned, distorted and contorted. Her breathing escaped her lungs in bated breath, not out of necessity of air, but from the sheer ecstasy in the dark. Her coffin opened, and her torso rose over the lid, while it moved in rhythm.
She let out a gasp, "Master!" Her well endowed figure shook as she was overcome by orgasms, her hands squeezed imprints into the coffin's rim. Her head rocked back and forth, red eyes aglow. Then, with the lull which followed her body's scream of pleasure, her tongue's considerable length became apparent as she rent it seductively about her consort's frame. White cotton gloved hands grasped her upper arms as they pulled the torso of a 500 year old Wallache General, which rose to stand impossibly tall in comparison to the small coffin from which it came forth.
His bride gazed upon at him with the eyes of a satisfied woman, which soon began to grow heavy lidded. It reminded him so much of death taking her, her features became as placid as those of a corpse. He set Seras inside her coffin, and secured the lid then left for his own chambers.
The years have taught Seras Victoria much of the charms of a sex life. Alucard still knew more about the pleasures of the flesh than most creature walking this Earth, and never failed to bring his knowledge upon his childe in response to either's whim.
Seras began to dream, and so Alucard, this time, watched from within her thoughts as a shadow in her memories. Her dreams took her to a time after the London invasion of '99. Part of the recovery actions taken by Hellsing to bolster personnel, they turned to foreign allies for assistance. As risky as it was for Integra to invite so many personally interested agents of self-interested governments, she knew that hired help would not be as useful in matters of experience. France, America, Russia, and China all agreed to assist with her roster in these matters. The British Government was back logged as it were with the rebuilding; there were hardly resources to allocate soldiers and specialists without proper training. The round table was short on resources for repression in response to an upsurge in paranormal activities, normally this they could easily suppress. In came Leon Scott Kennedy from America, he made Seras into a real woman, curing her of that disease of virginity. Shortly after, he died during a joint operation raid on a corporate group using the reconstruction of London as a front for other more insidious purposes. From there more and more supernatural forces made their way out of the woodwork, and onto the forefront of Hellsing's cross-hairs.
Her dream took her back to those sterile hallways and mysterious puzzle doorways, which she plowed through like tissue. Ghouls were infesting the place, and she expected the Vampire controlling them to eventually reveal himself. Leon was working the rear, coordinating alongside the representatives of the other countries, and ensuring minimal losses while cleaning up the remaining Ghouls left in Seras' wake. She reached the end, only to having found only a large room with a large glass tube in the center, the tube remained empty at the ready for whatever it was supposed to contain.
A scratching sound fills the air around Seras, like metal on metal. The grinding was coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.
OOOO o_O Mysterious! Well it too a long time, but I think I finally am getting there, reached inspiration and had this chapter sitting on the boiler for a looooooooooooooooong time...yes feel privileged as I don't like doing these message things. Anyway, NOES is getting close to being a year old and I thought that I should try and wrap it up shortly so it coinsides with Easter and all that. I figured that if I could not give you your 1000 words, then I will damn well set the stage. also, fuck, shit, nitwit, and NI! NI NI NI NI...I shall say it another time NI!
To my helpers and reviewers...Metro Kid, LILA, MOTB, EZB, Moustache, and thatguytwiththeglasses...(okay not him but eh...) THANK YOU
I might do omake or Have anderson sing about the Old Grey Mare...why? because his scott/irish/someaccent from britian which does not make too much sense since he lives at an orphanage outside of rome(to my understanding) does he really do those things to those children and if Anderson Raised maxwell, how did maxwell manage to move up the ranks to Bishop? add to that, don't answer the question I have no idea how politics work within the catholic shurch and thinking about it makes my head hurt as I want to find out but am resisting and telling me will only fuel that fire...have I reached a thousand words yet? I doubt it. Your welcome folks
Okay seriously, I may have one or two more chapters to write before its all said and done...you will get your fight and jason put freddy's head in a closet and freddy will give a wink before going in. Wait that was Freddy versus Jason. Maybe Freddy will pop out of a mirror and gouge integra's eyes out from behind...no that was the recent movie, why did people get so offended about it anyway, i thought it was nice as the movie built around an origin story and made a retake on a character. If you had another aactor replicate another actor's work, then it just is not showing what that actor's skills are. it's like drawing a painting and then not being able to put yourself in it, rather imitating, just not as good. This is what I kind of like about some of the fanfiction here some people have a habit of developing the characters in their own interpretations. This makes them more memorable. EZB made Zohall Mercer, Master of the boot borrowed that character and gave hi a ridiculously hilarious charm, so developed that EZB has partially adopted that interpretation. anyway, my rant has more than filled this chapter up with useless filler and I have not just had a chance to talk to the people on here, so if you like please send a pm if you just want to chat I am also a frequenter of theanimenetwork dot com's forums and my SN is that same here as there, its easy to get a hold of me there on EVERYTHING ELSE forum and there is anime for free for registering. okay done now this is longer than the fic so I have just done the thing most writers hate about others but I had to get it out of my system.
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