Hellsing Nursery Rhymes

Ketti: See, JuJu? I said I'd post it eventually! *coughs* This first one is very short and all me. You're welcome for the insanity!

Rock-a-Bye baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,

And down will come Baby, cradle and all.

Seras stumbled tiredly to her four poster coffin-bed, and face planted the mattress with a moan. She was asleep even before her hand flopped onto the remote to lower the lid.

Seras gasped and squealed with laughter as she hoisted herself up onto the top branch of the tree, standing a bit shakily as she spread her arms and stared up into the sky, trying to reach the clouds. "I'm Queen of the World!"

The wind laughed with her, brushing her hair from her face and tugging at her clothes until she sat down, wedging herself into a cradle of branches to watch the clouds more comfortably. The tree swayed comfortingly, the warmth of the sun teasing her bare toes, and she yawned. This was surprisingly comfortable.

The whole tree started to shake more violently quite suddenly as a cloud covered the sun and Seras shrieked as she grabbed the branches to hold herself in place.

Looking down, and down, and down she gaped in disbelief at the crowd gathering at the base of the tree; her parents! Simon, Eddie… the whole team was there, but there was something wrong with them, and she whimpered, clinging tighter to the branch as they shook the trunk. Why did they want her to fall?

Tears gathered in her eyes, but she refused to cry as she held on for dear life. The wind wasn't laughing anymore.

"Stop it! I don't want to go with you!"

Their words, if they said anything, were lost as their pale leering faces gazed up at her, and one of them started to climb the tree.

No longer feeling tired in the least, Seras fought the urge to scream, and quite suddenly found a slingshot in her hands, the sling preloaded with a stone. A desperate light bloomed in her blue eyes as she pulled back and fired, hitting dead on and sending the first climber – Eddie – to the ground with a sickening thud.

The trunk of the tree cracked and swayed even harder and she screamed as the shudder crept up to the forest giant's where she was perched. The wind screamed in her ears now, coldness nipping her skin and drying her tears before they could fall.

The base of her branch creaked ominously and she was nearly dumped out into thin air. What could she do?

The child sized Seras opened her mouth to scream, when suddenly she was falling, tree limb and all.

Her words caught in her throat, and her lids slammed shut, as if not looking would make it go away.

There was a sound in her ears, a terrible hungry moaning, mixed with the rushing winds, and she was sure that any second now, she'd wake up dead.

And then, just as suddenly as the bough broke, she was no longer falling vertically, she was being dragged horizontally. Baffled, her eyes opened and stared in awe at the massive head of the six eyed black hound who had rescued her, holding the large branch as though he were playing fetch.

She smiled, completely at ease with the enormous hell hound and reached out to pat his nose. "Good dog."

Seras groaned as she felt a weight on her back, pressing her uncomfortably into the bed. Opening her eyes, she peeked at her alarm clock and snarled, "Noon?"

The weight shifted and she felt a cold nose press into the back of her neck and she squealed, squirming like a mad woman to come face to face with Baskerville. On her bed. Using her as a pillow.

"No, bad dog!"

He whined piteously and licked her cheek, overly long tongue drenching her pale skin in drool. "GROSS!"

Baskie seemed to pout as Seras scrubbed the saliva off her cheek and she shoved at his chest, "Move over, you're crushing me."

Baskie huffed and obeyed, curling around her suffocatingly instead and resting his head on her stomach.

She groaned and pushed on his cheek before giving up, "Fine! But don't snore, and no drooling."

He whuffed and wagged his tail and she grabbed her spare pillow to cover her face with it and try to get back to sleep.

"Bad dog…"