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Hellsing Manor was asleep. The top three floors so quiet one could perhaps hear a mouse scurry through the halls, if such a creature was able to get into the building. However, the top floors are the least interesting place to anyone at 10:30 PM when the sub basement is alive and full of life, well more like the undead life. Mainy, the makeshift family sitting room to be exact is the place of interest. Pip Bennadotte sits on an old red couch rolling his neck around adjusting his ginger braid as he does, with his feet kicked up on a coffee table. Arms stretched over the back of the couch, a beer in one hand. His jacket simply in a pile on the other side of the couch watching a scene before him FAR better then any show or movie could provide.
“Fuck off! I’m not giving it to you!!” Roxanne Hellsing screeched holding the Twinkie close to her chest. Her damn near ivory hair in a tight ponytail that has refused to budge since she put it up when she awoke just after sundown. The Romanian accent leaking from her lips.
“I shouted dibs! You know I can’t run as fast as you,” A small ginger screamed. A French accent thick on her tongue. The 4’11 woman reached around for the snack desperately. One hand trying to grab the Twinkie while the other reaches up to try and grab Roxanne's ponytail to yank her down a bit. Vexia Bernadotte may be short but her strength is nothing to sneeze at. Roxanne’s head snaps down the moment she gets a hold of that ponytail yet she still keeps the Twinkie high in the air using her ungodly lanky arms. Taking the chance, Vexia wraps her free arm around Roxanne’s neck trapping her in a headlock against her side letting her ponytail go. Bending at such an angel was nothing to Roxanne, however the thought of her Twinkie being taken from her, hurt. Pip throws his head back in laughter as his 20 year old daughter speaks. “If you give it to me now, I’ll split it with you little sister!”
Pip shakes his head leaning to set his beer on the coffee table. “You might as well give up Hellsing! Bernadottes always win!” He chuckled. Roxanne slams her foot a few times into the stone floor trying to get her combat boots to get a better grip, she attempts to twist free but stops when she feels another presence enter the room. It was a slight change in the rooms mood. Nothing serious, just an oh so faint working mood. It was Walter. Both women thought of the man as a grandfather seeing they both lacked a living biological one.
“Walter! Help me...please!” Roxanne manages to get out through a smile.
“Nope! I just remembered I forgot to unload the dishwasher.” And like that he left the room shutting the door behind him taking the faint working mood with him.
Vexia lets out a laugh. “Nobody can save you now!”
Roxanne groans displeased. She hates admitting defeat but, once Vexia gets a hold of her, it's damn near impossible to escape. “Fine! I yield,” She slowly brings the Twinkie down. Vexia excitedly grabs the pastry letting Roxanne go so she can stand back up to her full height of 5 feet and 10 inches. Vexia opens the packaging breaking the pastry in half. “Your grip has gotten hella stronger.” Roxanne rubs the back of her neck where a faint throbbing is starting to form taking the half of the Twinkie Vexia offers.
“I mean my mother is the great Seras Victoria, she’s been teaching me holds.”
“Goddamn.” Roxanne pops her half of the Twinkie into her mouth. “Think they are back yet?”
Vexia sniffs the air and shakes her head. “I don’t smell a shit ton of blood.” She eats her half wrapping her long ginger braid around her neck like her father does.
“I believe Boss Lady sent them to Ireland. They may not be back for a while, you know boarders there get messy between us and Iscariot. Left not long before you two got up.” Pip chimed from the couch dropping his feet to the floor and sitting up straighter. His hair around his neck, as per usual.
“Makes sense, speaking of Boss Lady, I’m surprised your mother hasn't called for us yet.” Vexia speaks turning to Roxanne as she sits down on the coffee table stretching her legs out.
“We can always go ask. She probably got buried in work again.” Roxanne tilts her head to the side looking at her boots. The vampire knew her mother all too well. She constantly got buried in work that needed to be done and rarely took a break herself. It seems like she often forgets the Heir to Hellsing is right under her feet most days and it oddly hurt at times. Did her mother believe Roxanne is not capable of leading a vampire hunting organization?
“ ‘Aight Bet!!” Vexia suddenly reaches out to grab Roxanne’s arm. The moment Roxanne blinked she was suddenly sitting on the floor of a large wooden desk. Behind that desk sat the one and only Integral Fairbrooks Wingates Hellsing. Director to the Hellsing organization and mother of Roxanne. She pushes her glasses up her face, blue eyes staring at the two girls before her. Not even bothering to put her pen down.
“I was about to call for you two, I have an assignment for you both.” Integra spoke with clarity and a clear voice despite the cigar between her teeth.
Roxanne climbs to her feet. “Hey look at us! Perfect timing!” The sky beyond the windows behind Integra is dark with a sky full of stars and a full moon.
“Let me get to the point, there’s been sightings of ghouls in San Pedro Mexico. I need both of you to take care of them and make sure no civilians are harmed, is that understood?”
“Sounds easy enough. Go in, shoot the bastards, find the vampire who created them, kill him, leave. Piece of cake.”
“Very good. I knew I could count on you two. Be safe.” Integra takes a drag of her cigar before putting it down on an ashtray. Roxanne and Vexia both turned to leave, Roxanne freezing just for a moment to see a quick glance of a small blond woman sitting on the couch in Integra’s office.
It’s a quick glance. There one moment then gone the next. Roxanne rubs her crimson eyes a few times before shaking her head. She’s seen this quick figure before in the past. Ever since she was 12 when she started training and going on missions with the older vampires in the house. The vampire has done her own research on it and every time it’s always come back as an Angel. Sure, yes, she's been to church a few times in her life. Heard stories, read parts of the Bible, hell, she even wore a gunmetal cross around her neck tucked under whatever shirt she's wearing. Yet the notions of Angels and God just...don’t make sense to her fully. They could exist. They might not. All she knows for a fact is that demons and monsters stalk the night and it's her job to rid the world of them...and that she is half one.
Roxanne swiftly leaves the room, closing the door behind her as she drops her hand to brush against a chrome pistol strapped snuggly to her right thigh. “You ready?” Vexia places a hand on Roxanne’s shoulder.
Roxanne glances at Vexia and feels a devilish grin curl on her lips. The taller vampire adjusts her dark red leather coat. “Lets go skull fuck some ghouls.”
Blue eyes flash crimson as Vexia gives an equally devilish grin with a chuckle. “Fuck the hell yes.”
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NAME: Vexia Marie Benrenadotte
AGE: 20
POWER: “Poofing”
Much like teleportation, Vexia can simply vanish to wherever she pleases, whenever she pleases as long as she can picture the place in her head.
DRAWBACKS: Too much poofing can lead to serious migraines and hunger pains. When stressed Vexia is unable to poof
Roxanne glances around a few times and reaches down to draw her pistol from her thigh. The setting sun of San Pedro, Mexico reflecting in the chrome finish of the weapon. A rather impressive gun for a 20 year old to own. Walter used the original design for a different gun, named Jackal, to create this beauty. Using .45 rounds all cased in silver and blessed, magnesium tipped, 9 bullets to a magazine with two extras to be carried on her belt. ‘Când Speranța s-a dus, Uită-te spre Zori’ Engraved on the side of the slide. A gift to Roxanne on her 18th birthday. Walter so perfectly named this beauty, Reaper. Nothing compares to it in Roxanne’s hands. She's deadly efficient with it, any weapon really but Reaper holds a special place in her heart.
Vexia lets her hands rest on her gauntlets that are sheathed in her belt, ‘Mains De Satans’ is what they went by, translating to Satan‘s hands. Those platinum blades could cut through most anything and easily tear into the flesh of her enemies. Being in close hand to hand combat with this French vampire is a death wish to anyone. She's a force to be reckoned with. A whirlwind of rage and strength. Vexia glanced around the building. “Ohhh! The mindless fuckers came to greet us!” She says excitedly as a few ghouls stumbled around at the back end of a long since abandoned street filled with cars. The girls never really saw ghouls as people. Yes, they were raised to put them out of their misery as swiftly as possible. They did not ask to become this. Vexia and Roxanne have had this drilled into their heads since the age of 7. Yet, they were never told they couldn’t have fun while doing it.
Roxanne chuckles darkly as she raises Reaper pointing it down to the ghouls. “I’ll take the left, if you get the right?” Vexia doesn't even respond before bolting out of the ally to the right tearing right through the first set of ghouls she can reach. Roxanne smirks and steps out of the ally letting off 3 shots in quick succession. Each one landing their mark in a ghouls skull. The sound of the gun firing echoes in Roxanne's ears for a moment before she spins and let's off another. A certain... Excitement building in Roxanne. There's something about watching a ghouls skull be shattered and brains flying out that just makes Roxanne want to just laugh. Seeing a river of blood coming from the top of a ghouls skull brings the vampire a certain joy in her chest like her slow beating heart might explode.
At the sight and the smell of blood Vexia’s pupils become pinpricks. She discarded her blades back into her belt before tackling a nearby ghoul and launching a hand into its flesh. A sinister grin upon her face as blood spattered against her cheek. Roxanne glances over at Vexia and smirks grabbing the nearest ghoul pulling it close enough to shove Reaper into its mouth and pull the trigger. Blood and brains exiting the back of the ghouls skull. Her heart beats faster. The rush of blood in her ears. "Remember Vex! Head or heart!!" Roxanne exclaims. Vexia looks over with her hand dug into a ghouls chest. A loud snarl like sound escaping her lips whenever She tosses yet another body behind her into a pile. “Bitch! Don’t snarl at me!” Roxanne spins to kick a ghoul in the jaw, before putting a bullet into its head.
The French woman snaps her neck towards Roxanne as she bashes one of the last ghouls heads into the concrete, his brains spilling around her in a type of mush. She turns her attention back towards the corpse in her hands. “That’s what I thought bitch,” Roxanne mused aloud before spinning to slam the butt of her gun into a ghoul's nose. At being called a bitch she calmly stands up glancing towards Roxanne with that Seras Victoria grin. She dropped the ghoul heart she held in her hand and raised a brow as if saying ‘Come again?’ “I said,” Roxanne kicks a ghoul back. “Don’t snarl at me,” She shoots the ghoul in the skull. “Bitch!”
The woman is about to launch herself at Roxanne until hearing a VERY familiar voice scream. “ MY GHOULS! IM GONE FOR FIVE MINUTES TO FUCK SOME WHORE AND THEYRE ALL DEAD!” Roxanne slowly turns towards the voice lowering Reaper. She steps in the breaking face of some poor ghoul, to follow the voice. She knows the voice. She KNOWS that voice.
Vexs eyes go back to blue then looks at herself in the reflection of a car, blood absolutely covering her. She smirked, “Looking good.” She chuckled.
Jan Valentine walks over with a half empty bottle of Cola. Upon seeing Roxanne and Vexia he throws it to the ground angrily. “ARE YOU SHITTING ME!? You two AGAIN!”
Roxanne slides Reaper back into her thigh holster as she stops. Her heel resting in the brains of some poor ghoul. "Why if it isn't my favorite fuck buddy!!! How are you doin? Your no good 'demigod' brother around?"
“No he was sent to Ireland.” He grumbles angrily then crosses his arms.
Vexia raised a brow. “Well he’s probably dealing with our parents.”
Roxanne lets out a very familiar sounding laugh. “Well damn, both Valentine’s getting the shit beat out of them by a Hellsing today on different sides of the earth. Sit back V. This bastard is mine,” She suddenly takes off running towards Jan at a speed that honestly no human eye could catch. "You scared Jan?! So much for being the top today!!"
As Jan throws a rock at Roxanne trying to get her away, Vexia walks over to a building, and slides down the wall of the brick, pulling her phone out to scroll away to wait on her partner. Unaware that a few feet away, something, no someone is watching her. The someone in question slowly walks over to Vexia, who doesn't have a care in the world watching a video on her phone. A metal swastika reflecting the pink and orange sky. Tall, lanky, and in a pressed suit; Rip Van Winkle stood over Vexia slowly pointing her musket down at her with a wildly wicked grin. Vexia scrunches her nose looking up due to the lack of light suddenly, she gently pushes the musket aside. “Is that the best you got?” She giggles.
“Tinker tailor soldier sailor, my bullet punishes all without distinction." Rip’s voice was laced with german accents and honestly it suited the women well. Well enough that it’s caught Vexia’s ear, and heart, over the past 2 or 3 years.
Vexia eyes her up with a grin. “You wouldn’t shoot at me,” She whispered. A hint of seduction in her voice. The Bernadotte gently grabbed the woman’s musket and pressed the barrel to her own forehead. After a baited breath, the german woman takes a step back. Her face became clear in the setting sun's light. “Mmm. That’s what I thought.” She gives Rip this smile that’s only ever reserved for her.
Rip flips her musket around to lean on the butt of it, the barrel on the ground. Little notches in the wood, probably a kill count. “I honestly did not expect to see you today.”
“Yeah? I hope seeing me was a good thing, I’m always hoping to run into you Darling...I’m guessing you saw my blood rage?”
"That was quite an impressive show. Now I understand why I was always ordered to keep my distance.”
“I mean you are a Snack Ms.Winkle, I can understand The Major’s concern.” She whispered smoothly. Glancing past Rip, Vexia saw Roxanne on her knees with blood running down her chin dropping to the ground. She was waving her arms around pointing to Rip making various motions to tell her to kill the german. Jan was not far from Roxanne, holding his left thigh which was pouring blood yelling at Winkle to just shoot Vexia. “I am trying to have a pleasant conversation with my future wife!” Vexia called out towards her sister, not blood sister, before turning back to The Huntress with a Bernadotte grin.
Roxanne groans and spits blood to the side. “Well your ‘future wife’s’ friend kicked me in the jaw and now my tongue is bleeding!” She spits again in front of her.
“Did you die though?” Vexia stands up and leans back against Rip. Her head is coming to about Rip Van Winkle’s rips.
“VEXIA!!!” Roxanne holds up three fingers, very Hunger Games style. The signal that they need to go ASAP.
Vexias eyes widen “Oh! It's bad, okay!” She quickly jogs towards Roxanne and glances over at Jan before punt kicking him in the crotch. Jan lets out a scream like a little girl as Roxanne covers her mouth to keep from laughing and spilling more of her blood. At first, Roxanne didn’t think her teeth cut her that bad but the blood just won’t stop. Vexia looks towards Rip and winks holding up her pinkie and thumb up to her ear like a phone. “Call me!” She calls out as she grabbed Roxanne’s shoulder and they disappear.