The lost composer of London

The London Underground

Chapter 3- London's underground.

Seras sat against the wall, gasping for air. Her head was calming down, but her nerves were still strung up. Walter stood above her, unsure what to do.

"What was that?" he asked, trying to cover up his frustration over being interrupted.

"I... I don't know," Seras admitted." H-he just kept staring at me. Over and over and OVER AND OVER AND OVER!!" She was screaming by the end of it. Walter crouched down and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Calm down Miss Victoria," he pleaded. "This is no way for a soldier to act!"

Seras clasped her mouth closed: he was right. She was stronger than that. She collected herself and looked into Walter's eyes, shaking mildly. "Sorry."

Walter smiled comfortingly. "That's better. Now, go to your room and calm yourself. In this state of mind you're not going to help me here." Seras hesitated for a moment, saddened by his blatant statement that she was useless to him, then nodded and walked away.

Of course you're useless to him now, Seras thought, you were like putty in that kid's hands. Stupid! Then she began to think more about what it was Joshua actually did to her: all he did was stare at her, that was enough to tear her apart from the inside. But no... he wasn't just staring, she could feel it. There was suppressed power their, power he used to break her. What else could he be capable of, I wonder?

"Shit!" Seras spun around and saw Walter running up the stairs in a panic. He was calling for Integra.

Seras took off running, down the hall to the dungeons. Idiot Seras, idiot! How did they get here in the first place? A fucking portal! She burst through the door and her suspicions were confirmed: the room was empty. Joshua and Neku had escaped, right from under their noses.

The Hellsing Manor was thrown into an uproar: the entirety of the Wild Geese were ordered to search every centimeter of the estate. They looked in storage closets, in chimneys, they were sent down into the deepest depths of the manor, to places many men didn't even know existed. Alucard and Seras were on the hunt as well; Seras took to the roof of the manor and watched the ground with eyes that no human could use, while Alucard searched the deep, dark places that the Wild Geese would never find. But neither high nor low could the two boys be found.

They had simply vanished. Even Neku's pins and headphones were missing, taken right out of a soldier's pockets.

Hours past, and it was very nearly morning when Seras grew too tired to continue.

"Giving up so easily?" She could hear Alucard's voice, but he was nowhere around. He had a bad habit of doing that, she thought. "There are two potentially dangerous trespassers in our home, and you wish to sleep?"

"Master," Seras said out loud, rubbing her eyes. "I won't be any good for a search if I'm so tired. Besides, it's nearly day."

She could feel Alucard's disapproval. "Do what you will, Police Girl." Seras sighed with some relief and climbed down the manor. She walked through the various troops of the Wild Geese, who were far more tired than Seras but wouldn't dare stop searching in fear of Integra and Alucard.

Poor bastards, she thought. Her room didn't take long to reach, and she could tell that it had been searched by the men. Most of her drawers were open, and her clothes weren't in the proper order. I take it back, she thought vengefully, let them keep working. Seras closed the room from men and the sun alike, and settled into her coffin. It was still very cramped and uncomfortable to her.

"You know, I thought your room would be a tad more decorated." Seras shot up and reached for where her gun was, but grasped at empty air. There, just in front of her, was Joshua, smiling like he wasn't being hunted by a hundred soldiers and a vampire. Behind him, leaning against the wall, was her rifle.