A Raid upon the Morn

the vampiress rolls her eyes at the papist’s question. ‘i have no interest in murdering you, much less do i have the desire to drink your blood.’ seras seriously gets a bad rap for being a vampire. she can control her appetite. she’d lasted this long with just the wild geese captain’s blood; she’d rather take her chances to go thirsty rather than spill the blood of a papist that is associated with her mistress’s sworn enemy.

he obviously was not aware of where he was and how far the guard dog’s reach was. ‘if i were you, i would get out of here before you get...’ she paused trying to think of a way to not say executed, since she was not one for letting trespassers on her mistress’ grounds live, but she digressed ‘escorted off the premises and not in the nicest of ways.’ seras gives him the heaviest of sighs as her familiar reminds her to keep her cool. ‘please sir, just get out of here before things get out of hand’

she’s precious and yumie is cute! (when she’s not trying to kill seras)

‘it seems that more unwanted people are trespassing on the hellsing grounds tonight...’ crimson hues glow from a shadowy corner. ‘what business do you have here?’ after the event of mass genocide that the papists stupidly unleashed, she was more alert than ever with any shady creatures and characters that would show up anywhere near the manor.

as yumie stuttered a bit, seras couldn’t help but soften a bit. the harsher of the two papists was no where to be seen, which was odd since they were often a set. if one was here, then the other was usually around not too far away. at mention of the german missing, seras just gave her a nod of sympathy. ‘interesting to know that the german isn’t around.’ the voice in her head—pip—reminded her to keep her guard up it could be an act but seras’ heart told her otherwise. pip kept his guard up for her. crimson hues narrowed at yumie then looked down at the couple of grocery bags she was carrying, ‘yes, i have all sorts of limbs and organs in these two grocery bags to feast on later.’ her tone was as dry and sarcastic as her master’s and she shook her head. ‘well, you want to get home quickly don’t you?’

seras was just running errands when she happened to run into the papist. stinky city, huh? the vampire chuckled to herself and shrugged. she felt no sense of hostility outside of the usual since the girl opposite her happened to know what she really was. ‘if you’re not here planning another exuberant display of idiocy,’ which what father maxwell did, was, ‘i have no reason to alert the manor of your trip here’ the blonde’s brows arched up i curiosity upon hearing the girl’s request, ‘do you trust me enough to ensure that you’ll safely make it home.’ a small jest as she grinned and showed her fangs. ‘i’m just kidding, sure i’ll see you home.’