Sands of Time (Hellsing•AU)

Sensing (3)

• Irresponsible & Dangerous Driving

Lillia woke with a start and looked out the window. She muttered under her breath, " That is a long dead name and life, I just dreamed of."

With that said, a terrible shutter ran down her spine. "He's here, I feel his aura as we land. I thought he died in 1897..."

She glanced out the window, to see Heathrow Airport starting to come, in view. Ylva readied her leather side bag(looks kinda like Indiana Jones's one) and a medium sized duffle bag. The leather side bag rarely, left her side, for her most prized possessions were in that bag. Lillia was wearing a green open back shirt with a brown shawl and matching pencil skirt. Her suede boots came to her knee with a flap that covered her knee. On the boots were silver buttons.

Her outfit would have caught the eye of an elf, even.

The mysterious woman entered the airport and walked to the waiting room to meet Jack. Jack was notorious for being late. Lilla couldn't think of one time Jack arrived on time for anything. It's why he had employees to open his club on time.

As the British would say "Bloody Americans!"

Lilla thought she heard a loud car engine, as a metallic, sapphire blue Ford Mustang rolled up. Jack had said she needed an American muscle car, to make the Brits less 'stuffy'. Of course, it had the opposite effect. He revved the engine to make his point, as usual. It had a custom engine in it and the engine was loud just idling. Lilla opened the passenger door, which was on the right side.

Oh how Jack loved to be an ass.

Of course you would hear "Bloody hell! The steering wheel is on the wrong side you wanker!" She tossed her duffle bag in the back area.

WARNING!! DON'T BE AN ASS WHEN YOU DRIVE!!

I WAS SUCH A SPEED FREAK THAT ALL THE COPS IN MY AREA I LIVED, HAD BETS WHO WOULD BE THE FIRST TO GIVE A SPEEDING TICKET. I PLEAD STUPID TEENAGER WITH A OLD USED PORSCHE AND UPWARDS 120 M.P.H

MORAL OF STORY: JUST DON'T DO IT. YOU CAN KILL OTHERS AND YOURSELF"

"Hey beautiful! Long time no see! Don't you want to drive Blue baby? Listen to her purr!" said Jack with a shit eating smile.

Lillia came around and climbed into the driver seat, after Jack got out. Jack had deep brown eyes and long black hair. He looked as if he had escaped from an 80's metal band. Jack was medium build with a bit of a beer belly. He of course, wore an Iron Maiden shirt with a leather vest and black jeans. Her good friend loved his Harley, when the English weather didn't dump rain (He was the king of hydroplaning) and had on authentic Harley Davidson boots.

Jack called his boots 'shit kickers'.

Lilla slowly pulled up to the exit and cleared the traffic. She then romped on the throttle, so now Blue Baby skidded around the corner, and then was accelerating to danger speeds. Lilla drove like a Hollywood stunt driver, performed drifts at right angles down streets. If she could have heard, over the roar of the engine, she would have heard a rather angry British man yelling

"Fucking Twat! Going kill someone!!"

We make war that we may live in peace-Samurai Proverb