Hellsing alternate. (Sanquin / Sarpedon)

[Sanquin]

"You're not doing this for Benjamin huh? Who are you doing this for then? Or maybe; What?" She smirked, leaning back and just sitting there quietly for the rest of the trip. Which was only about 5 minutes anyway. The church really hadn't been that far away from Hellsing's headquarters. Once there, and if needed, Elisabeth would help William inside. But if she figured he would manage to stay up-right by himself she'd leave him be. The man needed and deserved rest, so she was giving it to him.

It was one of the main reasons she had offered him her blood. Being a true vampire meant he would have been able to heal himself by now. And the more blood he drank after that, the faster his regeneration would work too until he was at about her speed. Plus, he would have actually had a chance at holding his own against Anderson if he had. He wouldn't have beaten the man, but could have at least prevented him from seriously wounding him again. "I'll let Jeffrey bring you another two blood packs." Liz spoke as he reached his room. She went to her own

[Sarpedon]

William made his own way into his room, still upset with the world for being so unfair. He figured he would get over it though, as there was plenty of night left. So the vampire waited for Jeffrey to show up with the blood, and after sucking it back as quickly as he could, he headed for the armoury. The Ambusher wouldn't be irreversibly damaged if he put off cleaning it for a while, and he had to be honest, he thought the concept was dumb, and the name even dumber. Who came up with that crap? Probably the nerds who spent all day behind computers coming up with random stuff that they thought would sell.

Bill figured that some time away from this stuff would make him feel better, so he hobbled off to find himself a rifle. He picked out a very nice bolt-action rifle from the armoury, with a beautiful walnut stock, and some very nice scroll-work on the barrel. It was probably Benjamin's but he wouldn't notice. The midian pocketed a handful of .308 rounds and then strolled out of the room, the rifle resting on his shoulder. His wounds were closing now, but he was still leaving a trail, which wasn't good, but he expected to be caught any second now. Not only was hunting deer at night illegal, he wasn't supposed to be wandering around without permission.

But right now, 'rules be damned, I deserve a break' was all William could think as he headed for the front gate. There was a nice big patch of woods nearby, and he was pretty sure he had glimpsed a field nearby as well, the border of which should be a good place to bag himself a deer, and then he could head home, victorious for once. At least, if he didn't get caught before he went out the door. The woman who had helped him earlier gave him a very strange look as he walked by, and the vampire swore quietly to himself, if she ratter him out, he was done for...

[Sanquin]

Elisabeth of course knew once William left the building. But just like last time she wasn't about to chase after him. She would if he messed up again like last time, but unlike Benjamin she didn't have trust issues when it came to vampires. Liz instead just relaxed in her own room, playing some piano and thinking of what else to put in the room to do in her free time. Maybe a TV wasn't such a bad idea after all. But that was something for later.

In the mean time the maid chose to not say anything about William leaving. As far as she knew the man was allowed to do so as she wasn't exactly kept in the loop on what was going on. Just the basics of what happened in the organization and such.

[Sarpedon]

When no one stopped him or went after him, William was relieved, the maid hadn't ratted, and Elisabeth trusted him. "Thanks mistress..." he said mentally as he headed off toward the woods. The deer were mostly asleep by now, having done their share of moving around already, but they were definitely around. The midian stayed in his standard form, wanting this hunt to be as close to the way it used to be as possible. The deer heard him, obviously, as he was wounded and weak, despite the amount of blood he had consumed, and that smell wasn't helping him either.

Most of them woke up and slipped away, but as agile and flighty as the animals were, they were not exactly genius material. So when one of them back-lit itself perfectly with the moonlight, he took the shot. To be merciful, he used his vampiric sight and shot it perfectly through the heart and lungs, killing the animal very quickly and mostly painlessly. Then Bill shouldered his rifle again and went to retrieve his animal. It was a good-sized deer, for England at least, and he nodded at it appreciatively before setting to gutting and cleaning the animal. It didn't take terribly long, and soon he had a nicely quartered deer slung over his back.

Satisfied that he would be okay now, William began walking back, moving slowly, ejoying the night. It was a nice night, and he had had an enjoyable, if short and simple, hunt. He would have to do this again sometime, he figured, so long as the Hellsing family could do something with the meat. If they couldn't, he supposed hunts would have to be minimized, killing for the sake of it was no fun, and the idea of venison, while appealing, wasn't his cup of tea any more. That made his first stop when he returned, the kitchen, and after that, he would head to his room to waste time until the sun rose...

[Sanquin]

Elisabeth spent the rest of her night quite peacefully. Just her piano and lazying around. She guessed her life was quite boring like this. But not every day could be packed full of excitement of course. Once the sun started to rise again the woman went to bed. She closed her eyes and fell asleep pretty quickly. Tomorrow would be another day...probably one without much action, if at all. Maybe some minor vampire to slay. As she didn't expect something like Anderson or even Axel to happen again right away, if at all.

(Meh, short posts...will try to make my next one longer again! >_<)

[Sarpedon]

William spent what time he had until the sun rose cleaning the guns he had taken out that night, before returning them all to the armoury. He then decided that it was too late to go and hunt down the maid, so he resolved to do it the next evening. Then, having nothing further to do, he hopped into his coffin and waited until he was forced into sleep by the sun. He kind of missed having his mistress in bed with him, but he couldn't exactly go and ask to sleep with her. They had been drunk, it was probably a one-time thing, and while unfortunate, that was the way it was.

But then sleep welcomed him, and he forgot about it, waking up happily the next evening, getting dressed, and setting off to wake up his sire, he had breakfast on the way over, figuring he could get this done and then go about his own business until some other poor shmuck got the attention of Hellsing...

[Sanquin]

The usual ritual happened once again. Liz tried to bite William, whom got out of the way before she could. She got out of bed even though she didn't want to yet and sat half-naked on the chair as she sipped her blood from the wine glass. Well, the only difference was that Will didn't seem to be avoiding looking at her as much any more this time. The man left again after a bit, leaving Liz alone to do her own thing. But she had some plans for today at least. She might look into a television in the end, just to see how it was. First things first for that, talking to Benjamin about it.

The woman got dressed, then headed up to find Benjamin. The discussion didn't take too long. There was the expected 'you've changed since you turned William' and 'How is this needed?' but she managed to convince the man in the end. Once that was done it was time to find William. As Jeffrey and Benjamin probably weren't people to take with her to find what she wanted. Once she did find him about 15 minutes had passed since he had woken her up. And she got right to business.

"I want to get a TV. You're about the only one I can get to help me, so you're coming with me." She told him. "As long as you wear a cap or hat and some tinted glasses no one will recognize you anyway. Plus, you wanted one too right?"

[Sarpedon]

William wasn't terribly concerned with keeping his gaze off of Elisabeth this evening, so he stuck around a bit longer than he really should have before returning to his room for a moment. But before he had any time to start on his own tasks, his sire showed up demanding that he help her get a television. Apparently he got one too, which was all right, but if he was spotted, he was doomed. "I wish it were that simple mistress, but I didn't have many friends, so we were close, they will recognize me if they see me, it doesn't matter what I'm wearing..." he explained. "I don't have much choice though, let's go get you a TV..." the midian added with a shrug, he had been commanded, so there was no fighting it.

He threw on some of the clothes he found in his closet, a pair of slightly baggy jeans, a plain t-shirt at least a size too big, and a nice heavy pair of boots. Then, to humour his sire, Bill threw on a pair of shades and a ball-cap before thrusting his hands into his pockets and shrugging again. "Lead the way..." he said, not really liking this idea, but he had come up with it, so obviously it was his job to see it through. Next time I'll keep my thoughts to myself... he said, before mentally smashing his head against the wall, he was still broadcasting, it was almost like Elisabeth was privy to all of his thoughts, which he found rather upsetting. And the thought that she might be able to get at his memories too was terrifying, but terrifying in the way that makes you incredibly angry, he was ready to try and kill the elder vampire if she tried it. It was dumb, but he liked to think he still had some privacy, despite all of today's modern technology spying on him...

[Sanquin]

Elisabeth smirked when she heard the man mentally. It had become pretty clear that he was unintentionally broadcasting his thoughts to her quite often. "You know, you don't -have- to speak your every thought to me mentally." She mentally replied back. She couldn't actually read his mind or anything like that though. Only the surface thoughts he wanted her to hear, she could actually hear. Maybe he was just really bad at not doing so.

Once he was done she was ready too. The woman had just grabbed her lightly puprle tinted glasses and long coat before waiting for him outside. They headed for the garage, and this time would be the first time that he'd see Elisabeth driving. She liked her classics, which was very evident from the car she took to drive. "Since I can't take you with me through the shadows, we'll have to take the car." She explained, starting it up. The car still drove like a dream, being kept in near perfect condition.

[Sarpedon]

"I don't do it on purpose!" William insisted. He really would like to be able to keep his thoughts to himself, that would be wonderful. Having some privacy again would be a very nice thing. They went to the garage next, which was a rather spacious area with more than a few vehicles in it, obviously they stored just about all of their transportation here. The car they were taking though, was rather old. "Car? It's an antique! How does it even run?" Bill said with much surprise. It looked nice enough, but this thing had to be almost a hundred years old. Then again, the condition it was in, it looked brand new.

He climbed in, looking around. It was almost as if someone had built this car, brand new, to the exact specifications of the original. He sat in quiet awe for a while, wondering if he could get a car restored like this, he wouldn't mind having an older luxury vehicle restored for him, his own Rolls Royce would be a dream come true. These imaginings kept his mind off of the fact that they were heading into the place where ninety percent of his family lived. If any of his friends or family spotted him, there would be more than a few heart attacks on the spot, coupled with some amazement, and demands for him to go drinking. He couldn't do that though, he was a vampire now, seeing them... He didn't want to eat his family or his friends, he had to stay away from them...