//From my personal Stash.
<3 We’ll see.:(
(( Just don’t delete. You can’t have muse for the character all the time but that doesn’t mean you gotta delete her ))
Smelling the scent of smoke and fire behind him, Hans knew that he had done well. No machine was able to attack the building, not a single bullet would scratch its walls. As long as the Major was in there, Hans would be the shield to his plans. Turning the heavens red was nothing special to the soldier anymore, he had become war in flesh and blood.
Hearing her voice through the sound of roaring flames, he turned his head to look down at her. A crimson eye was glowing in the darkness of his face . A sight to send shivers down anyones spine.
He could hear concern in her voice which was very odd. Concern was the last thing he had ever received , it was hard to worry about someone like him. Nonetheless , he shook his head to let her know that he wasn’t harmed at all.
He walked back over to her, hearing the sound of the last plane flying back to were it came from. He knew they’d return with more planes. More men. More war. He would be ready for it. He just didn’t know what this woman was seeking here still…
Watchful eyes of a bright blue stare at his dark figure, observing the crimson of his eyes and observing the remains of an enemy that many mortals believed that could not be defeated. Slender and gracious, the woman raises her head and look at the sky and long locks of hair fall and cover her back as she breaths in the strong scent of fire and blood in the air, quiet and still and apathetic. Men are persistent little things, very stupid and very thirsty for death! She does not understand how such fragile existences can be so obsessive for their own destruction. It is the carnivorous nature of the man before her that makes her lift a dark eyebrow. Blood, she thinks, blood does it to everyone.
And it is a very good thing that she is fed.
The man walks to her, each step sounding strong and firm and she wonders if he does know what is to be more than a pawn. “There is blood in your face”, she says and her voice is no more louder than a whisper, suffocated by the planes above them. This is war, she notices. And I have nothing to do with it. “Hurry up, captain, and clean it. Or you will attract vampires and I am not a fan of competition.”, there is no intimidation when she speaks, blue eyes almost gentle and crimson lips hiding what could have been the timid shadow of a smile. “I believe you aren’t a big fan of them either, are you, werwolf?”
He wiped the blood off his face and looked at it staining the glove, then his eyes rose to the heavens where he watched black and crimson mixing in the sky. Of course he was no fan of vampires - even if this one seemed rather bearable. Now that he had noticed that - he gave her a questioning look. She knew he was a werewolf but for a vampire she was acting differently. Not like the Hellsing Vampire, not like the freaks. She was her own kind of vampire.
Still staring at her, he suddenly rose his arm and shoot a survivor behind him, that tried to crawl out of the burning wreck. He had been fiddling with a gun, a pathetic attempt to take revenge.
Hans did not seem to care about the wrecks anymore, his attentions were now on the vampire.