A Monster In My Basement

Damn it! Why do they run, there's never any talking with crooks, always running! Good thing I'm trained for this sort of thing or I would never catch him. Although, I have to admit that isn't very fun just arresting them, the thrill of the chase made this job a lot more appealing, but it can be troublesome when they don't just do as asked and come quietly. I heard the man swear under his breath glancing back and seeing I was gaining on him. Luckily for me, I was the faster one on my team, Jack was the bronze. Grinding my teeth together in mild aggravation I tackled the fleeing man to the ground instantly locking him in a hold that kept the victim's movement down to a minimum. He tried resisting by shaking furiously, I tightened my arm around his neck harsher uttering a quiet grunt warning him that his actions were useless. My legs were interlocked securely around his keeping the flaring limbs from kicking me. I heard some sirens in the back ground and fleeting feet stomp in my direction.

"Seras!" One of my partners exclaimed. "Nice! You got 'em, how you holding out mate?" He said in his heavy accent. Zach was all the from New Zealand, quiet a distance from England. He transferred to my unit about three years ago as a trainee since his main group back there didn't offer what he was looking for. He was easy on the eyes in my opinion, bright red hair that flowed down his back like a paint brush painted down his back in red. It was neatly tied back in a loose pony tail, his bangs framed his sharp yet childish appearing face. He had big grey, with a hint of green, eyes that were gleaming from the reflection of the moon's light that shown brightly under the starry sky. He was wearing a business suit, instead of the typical police uniform, that matched his hair almost flawlessly. It had a red vest and ruffled styled tie that was black with a silver jewel pinning it together, the coat was a coal colored black with matching pants and shiny black shoes to go with it. For some odd reason he always had on black gloves, something I never understood about the man even after the many years I've known him. He was my partner, not on the fields, but the one pulling the strings to each of my division's operations. He found the cases that started to arouse the people's attention and put us on it to silence the their worries and fears. He is also our money manger, buying us equipment, gear, protective armor, and other supplies we may need out in the fields. This case was the capture of a local serial killer that also has a numerous amounts of statutory rapes, murders, and thefts, he's been wanted and searched for by many other agencies, almost went on the FBI's most wanted list, too bad he'll be in jail and miss it. Multiple armed policed officers surrounded us pointing their guns, indirectly, at me. I quickly got off the vermin brushing my uniform off of any stray dirt as the other surrounding cops swiftly tackling the man and restraining him. I smiled and brushed my hands against one another making my way to Zach, standing glamorously with one hand on his hip and the other cupping his chin eyeing me as I approached.

"Wasn't easy Sir, he ran for days!" I exaggerated. He chuckled and waved his hand in his face.

"I'm sure 'e was no problem for a talented officer such as your self, eh?" He smiled and turned motioning me to follow. I glanced to my right and noticed the struggling male fight his way to one of the police cars ranting curses and promises of return. I felt proud of myself for catching him, someone who has caused the country so many headaches and anxiety over his deeds. He'll finally be put where he belongs; behind bars of the highest caliber. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders giving him a sincere smile. I didn't like to brag about my work but I loved getting it done and doing it write.

"You know I don't like to boast." He laughed briefly and placed his hand on his chest.

"My dear Seras, you are comedy! Typical workers would love to be in your position! In fact, I sometimes over hear some of the other men muttering jealously about your catches, you should be proud that so many see you in such respect." He mumbled holding his hand next to his mouth directing what he was saying towards me in a whispering type fashion while glancing to the sides to catch any listeners. I rolled my eyes and smirked well knowing this information. It wasn't a big secret that the men in our section admired me as a worker and partner, I received daily compliments on my hard work and efforts to better this country criminal by criminal. I didn't feel the need to boast on my successes, it was a team effort, not just me, and I didn't want the credit, I wanted justice. Most of the men here are competing against one another trying to be that, 'leader,' or example that the newbies look up to for guidance. It was a high honor to anyone who felt looked up to here, it was a sign of status and respect. I am loved among the population of the people and my coworkers but I refuse to flaunt my talents, I'm only doing my job and that's what I'll keep going until one day I either die or retire of age.

"So Zach, what are you doing out here, its not like you to come out to the scene of the crime and investigate yourself." I rose a brow at him smirking playfully as I poked his shoulder suspicious of his abnormal action. He smiled immediately catching on to what I was hinting.

"Clever and sharp as always, Seras." We stopped in front of his crimson colored Corvette, thin silver tires and deep tinted black windows. I didn't know too much about cars, but I know this was one of the fancier types. He pushed a button on his keys making the car lights flash and the driver's window roll down automatically. He reached in a handed me a vanilla colored envelop with a sly smile on his face. My brows lowered in confusion and curiosity at the expensive looking letter. It had my name written in a fancy cursive font on the front.

"What's this?" I asked looking up at him, watching at he sat down in his car and closed the pushed up his glasses and rose his brows at me as if he were just hearing my question. "Zach, if this is another letter of-" His hand came up to silence my words.

"Now, thats the fun of opening a letter. I have no idea what it's about, only that I was instructed to give it personally and directly to you. Also, Seras, I'll need to talk to you later about a promotion for all this good work you have so proudly done. As a reward, you have the next two nights off, spend them wisely, and expect a bonus in the mail soon!" He said cheerfully starting his car and revving the engine. I blinked in shock, how did I just earn two days off and a bonus? I opened my mouth to question but he held his hand up, again, stopping me in mid sentence. Smirking he closed his eyes and leaned his arm out the window of his car.

"As your boss, you have to, no ifs, ands, or buts, you've earned it." He smiled up at me. "Now, do as your told and go home, I'm dying to know what that letter is all about!" He laughed driving off. I smiled and shook my head. Looking back down at the letter, I wondered who had sent it and what was it about? I flipped it over to see a large seal of the Queen on the back. What in God's name would the Queen want with me?

I am tired of this game. It was well played, but now its getting boring. I've resided in this manor longer than I wish to remember. It was fun seeing these weak and fragile humans claim dominance over a being such as I. Playing the role of the Hellsing's family pet dog and trump card had many amusements and even satisfied my thirsts for blood and battle. They have given me quiet the show on how daring and senseless humans truly are. These ignorant humans think that they can keep a monster of my stature chained by old blood for so long? Fools, each and every one of them. I'm sick of this game, this charade I play for the human's bidding. I am no dog, I never was from the beginning. Allowing myself to be captured by that man Abraham Hellsing was solely for my own amusement. A true night walker would never succumb to human control, it wasn't possible, especially a true King of the night. Soon, I'll break free of this place and show just how much of a hold these humans think they have on me. I'll show them how weak their chains and shackles truly are on me. The look on their faces will be…delightful.