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„Miss Seras, we're eternally sorry for what happened. One of our nuns is searching for the culprit right now. I assure you, he, or she, will be punished and pay for breaking the window."

„Mother Superior" Seras put her cup of a tea on a saucer and stirred the liquid with a tea spoon. Good old Earl Grey never changed. „Please, don't be so anxious about this. I'm not mad or anything. I just want to see that naughty child. Nothing more."

Seras smiled and  that calmed the nun down a bit. She was talking to the Mother Superior of this orphanage. They were both sitting in a cozy cabinet, designed in the most pedagogic ways. Walls were covered by bookshelfs with works of the most famous teachers from last fifty years. That and there were standing statues of Sophocles and Descartes – what these two people had in common Seras would never know. But it built a good atmosphere, the atmosphere of the authority that anyone held who was sitting between the Greeks. And, as the Mother Superior was claiming, it worked good on the children.

I wouldn't be so sure... Seras thought. As I spend almost whole my childhood in an orphanage and I was visiting the superior's room pretty often, I can say it has no good influance on a young mind of a child.

„I told you, it was an accident..." Seras' enhanced ear caught a high voice coming from a corridor. It was child's voice for sure.

„Shut up! Miss Seras came herself. She must be very mad so you better behave yourself!", the other voice, feminine and husky scolded the child harshly. It must be one of the nuns. „She might even banish you from the orphanage. Where'd you go then, huh?! So pray to the Holy Mother to stay alive!"

„What, so that big-bad-Seras-girl will bite me? Or what?"

There was the sound of slapping.

„Pray to the Holy Mother for forgivness!"

Seras heard the scratching of an opening door and a certain scent quickly spread through the warm air of the cabinet. She was sitting with her back to the entry, so she couldn't see who was coming in without turning around. But Seras found it pointless, as long as she had her smelling she didn't have to look at the person to recognize someone. The current Hellsing director could at least act like a lady and not look at the arrivers.

Even after 150 years of leading the Hellsing Seras still couldn't get used to always being so imperious and calm. She just wasn't Sir Integra. Suits didn't match her at all – when she wasn't in a uniform, she used to wear rather loose clothes. They would hide her curves, so she could walk down the street peacefully. But that was when she had been a human. After inheriting the Hellsing organisation, Seras couldn't wear Hellsing´s uniform any more. She spend a few nights on buying clothes and inventing her own style. Now she was wearing a jacket, leggins, high heels, a short skirt and gloves. Everything was in a deep blue color, coming through green and fading into black. Someone had told her once that it resembled her old uniform. Seras hadn't thought about it at all! As the vampire heard it, she released it was true. The captain might like her outfit, as Seras knew he liked her uniform a lot...

What's with me today? Seras scolded herself. I'm thinking too much.

„Miss Seras, this is the culprit. Bow, you fool!" The child fell on the floor, under the heavy hand of the nun. Seras' cheek twitched a little while hearing that.

The vampire took a sip from her cup. Stay calm.

„What's your name, little boy?"

Stay imperious.

„C-Colin.", the boy answered in a slightly insulted and hurt tone.

„He has been just transfered here.", the Mother Superior added.

„From where?" Another sip.

Stay a lady.

„Well, his story is a bit tragic...", the nun started, but Colin suddenly shouted:

„DON'T SAY A WORD!"

Seras raised her eyebrow hearing the child's accent. What was it? What did it remind her of? Why did she think about an Eskimo song?

The Mother Superior misinterpreted Seras' face.

„Shut up! Showing your bad manners, you´ve made miss Seras angry! Apologize right now!"

„No way.", Colin grunted. „Go shagging, you bitch."

Only one person in a whole world  would say „bitch" like that. Only one person would say it with a French accent. Everything that reminded her about the Captain hurt her, so she was trying to avoid it as much as she could. But the way that boy was talking was like a medicine to her not-living heart. Even though it was just a child, just a voice, Seras hadn't even seen him in a face, it was the first thing that hadn't made her suffer. She could imagine, that it was him. It was Mr. Bernadotte with only a bit higher voice. And it didn't hurt her to think like that.

The nun raised her hand, her dry fingers straightened up. Air whirled between them, but only Seras was sensible enough to hear it. That was going to be a strong slap, the boy wouldn't be able to feel the cheek for a week. Her hand was already going down, the nun put all her faithful anger in it and suddenly all her angst was crashed like a wave meeting  a breakwater.

„Don't -", Seras said, meeting the widened eyes of the nun. She tightened the grip on her hand to emphasise her order. Then she let it go and turned to look at the boy. He was staring at her with surprised eyes and a half-open mouth. Seras reached one gloved finger out to catch Colin's chin. He tried to escape her so she caught it with two fingers and forced him to look in her eyes. Without any other option he obeyed.

It was Seras' first chance to have a look at him. He was quite slim and about avarage height. He had a blonde short braid and a pair of green eyes that were looking defiantly at her. His look shocked Seras, but  she felt like something was missing. She tilted his head to the left, so only the  right eye was gazing at her.

Then it hit her.

Assurance illuminated Seras like thunder.
What to say...too lazy to write a descrpition xd

Hellsing blah blah...
Illiminated song belongs to Hurts
Plot and OCs blah blah me.
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unknownvizard's avatar
I instantly thought that the little kid would remind Seras of Pip when she thought of the Eskimo song.