Dark Music

Steam escaped through the open door as a towel-clad figure emerged from her bathroom. Her hands were busying themselves with rubbing most of the water out of her hair. As she continued down the hall, she suddenly stopped and stiffened.
Someone was in her flat.
Immediately after that discovery, Seras knew exactly who was there. A frown creased her brows.
"Master..."
She ran a sensory check to locate his position. Straightening her body towel and tossing the other over her shoulder, she sauntered towards his location.
There he was. In her dining room. Leaning back on chair in all his pompous glory. His head was pillowed on his arms, leaving his body spread out for all eyes to see.
He was wearing that damned hat, slanted low over his eyes. His tinted glasses were on the table beside his feet. His coat was tossed on the back of another chair. The rest of his usual outfit was still on him through. From his red tie to his shoes resting on her dining table.
Seras didn't give any thought to the possibility that he would get her table dirty. For one, she didn't eat anymore and, for two, she'd never really seen the man walk anywhere. There was always a wall somewhere for him to walk through. Or a breeze sufficient enough for him to burst into bats.
What did catch her intrest were the two talls glasses. One was by Alucards' feet, and half full, the other was on the end. Full and waiting for her.
Not giving her master a second glance, she retrived the glass and made her way to her bedroom. She locked the door behind her. It wouldn't stop him from peaking, but it made her feel better all the same.
Placing the glass on her vanity after a small sip, Seras turned to contemplate her closet. She was glad that she'd finally gotten over the blood thing. It took a week of starvation on top of her previous weeks of struggle. She'd throught long and hard about it, and she decided that she wouldn't die just because she was squeamish. People gave their blood to save lives. Hers was a life. A strange one, yes but, still a life. Her master had gleamed at her after she'd stopped "fighting her nature." Seras ignored him.
The girl pulled on the clothes she had left Hellsing Headquarters in. A blue sweater and jeans. She couldn't go to HQ wearing what she had at the club, she'd never live it down. And, knowing her luck, she'd get in and the first person she'd see would be Pip Bernadette. Perverted ass. When Seras had first met him, she'd hoped he would back off after he found out what she was. But he didn't. 'Probably wants to know what vampire sex is like.' Seras snorted. She was a vampire, and even she didn't know. She died a virgin, and she'd probably stay that way until she died again for all she cared. Oh, she'd like to. But only with the right guy.
For some reason, that statement was never "the right HUMAN guy..."
Seras' cheeks flamed. Dreams and fantasies flitted through her mind before she beat them back into their box with a mental hatchet. 'The man is in my apartment and has proven he can read my thoughts. The last thing I need is for him to trip upon those...'
"Trip upon what, Police Girl?" Seras jumped, looking around quickly for his eyes to accompany the mental inquest. She found them floating in her mirror. She shook off the pink tinting her cheeks and smiling innocently at him.
"Nothing, Master." Yelling at him for going into her mind would only serve to amuse him and beg him to probe further. That wouldn't be good.
Picking up her brush, Seras settled down at her vanity, shifting over to use a piece of mirror not clouded up by her masters' eye portal thing. She then proceeded to brush her hair like he wasn't there. The first time he'd done that was at Hellsing. One of the first times using her shower there, he'd popped up in the mirror before she'd dressed, sending her keening out of her rooms into the hallway in nothing but a towel... Walter still blushed when he saw her in something other than her uniform.
Finishing with her hair, she turned away from the mirror to pack a few things in a small bag. She'd gotten quite fed up with the plain cotton nightgowns she had at HQ and decided to bring back a few more comfortable pieces of langerie.

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Alucard watched, amused, as this childe packed what seemed to be scraps of silks and satins in various colours. She had surprised him with her non-chalant acception of his presence in her bedroom. It seemed that her performances relaxed her to the point of not caring.
In fact, Alucard had noticed that after her nights off, where she would disappear to that club of hers, she comfortable and capable for days. She would be better on the battlefield as well as the practice one.
He remebered a mission the day after one of her excursions. They were sent in to clean up a nest of ghouls. No biggy. Except that the vampire making them was still there. Seras had reacted to that rather well. She didn't shoot him at first. He tried to do what they all do, tempt her into leaving Hellsing and working with them. She had then hit him with her Harcannon, swinging it like a baseball bat. He died instantly.
Alucard had been proud of her for that. And surprised. He had thought he would have to step in to get rid of him. But she got rid of him on her own.
The No-Life King was starting to think of his little Police Girl quite differently. She could be sarcastic and sharp and when the time called for it, she could be downright cruel to the ghouls she erradicated. Yes, his Police Girl was starting to come out of her shell. Her naive, innocent, perpetual little girl shell. And Alucard couldn't wait.


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Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. =pouts= Ruin my day, why don'tcha.

A/N: Ah Ha! No song lyrics! I'm sorry for chapter 2 being so weak, I didn't notice until after I posted it. So my muse decided to give me a boost for chapter 3 to make up for it. Hooha! I know, Seras and Alucard are so OOC... But to go through all Seras did when she was younger, personally, I'd be a sarcastic wench too.
Thanks for reading!