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I LOVE CATS

How shameful his predicament, the hunter found himself hunched over--leaning on his longsword in order to maintain his balance. Another awful, body racking case of heatstroke has befallen onto D, even more intense then his last bout.

The hunter's stubborn nature could truly be considered a fatal flaw, but their mission forced his hand. The pair had been tracking a couple of rogue artificial vampires during the day, and D insisted on pushing through despite the consequences to his health.

And now the mission could be in jeopardy.

All because the dhampir's lack of care to his own being--and single minded determination to the mission. To hell with the possibility of heatstroke. And to make matters worse, Seras would have to carry his sorry half-blood self like dead weight to a shady area so he can recuperate.

She must think he was a weakling--a burden for suffering from something so mundane. Even though he was a hybrid the sun could still slow him down if he was not careful.

                FLICK, CLICK, SPARK! Integra's expression is that of rue and mirth as he reignites the butt of a half-smoked cigar, back against wall, wall against back. The smell of liquid iron permiates the air like smoke. There's blood in his teeth. There's— blood all over him. It's hard to tell what's his and what isn't. Paper, gore, and furniture debris are scattered across Integra's study like somebody might sprinkle a handful of salt into a wound.

"Came while you were gone. They must have figured that the bureaucratic head of Hellsing would be defenseless without his pet Vampires around and lured you away. How unfortunate for them."