It had been thirty years since he had seen his master, thirty long years. That long wait ended only a few hours ago when he returned to her. She was happy to see him and for once did not make an attempt to hide it, perhaps old age had softened the iron maiden's heart. His fledgling on the other hand had not changed at all. She was still the perky police girl she was when he turned her. The reunion was short lived however, his master was still human and needed her rest and his fledgling was not ready to leave her side. Perhaps she was under a new threat? He would find ask about these things in the morning when his master awoke. Now, he wandered through the Hellsing manor some memories flowing to him. He wondered about his room in the basement. Had it changed at all or was it just some dust filled room believed it was quite likely for it to have changed, nearly everything else had changed perhaps that was to be expected. He had not seen the manor after the attack by the Millennium lieutenant Zorin Blitz, but from what he had seen in the police girl's blood it had been a bloodbath just like the rest of the Battle of London. Of course that meant the wallpaper and floors needed replaced. Many walls, windows, and doors needed to be fixed as well.
As he remembered what he saw in her blood he closed his eyes and breathed in, he could almost smell the blood and gunfire still. But he also smelled something else. He tried to put his finger on it, it smelled breakfast foods, fresh baked scones and some other English pastry. He preferred blood over the disgusting English food but even he had to admit that this had an almost mouth watering smell. 'Who would be baking at this hour?' he wondered to himself, it was still early after all having been only a hour or two after his return to Integra. He followed the smell to the kitchen and stopped before the door. He melted down to a black shadow and slid underneath the door. He hid quickly and began observing the man who was cooking. The man was dressed in a black tailcoat, black trousers, black dress shoes 'He must be old Walter's replacement.' Alucard thought, then thinking of Walter's final night he added 'Traitorous brat.' Alucard continued to spy on the assumed butler, taking in every detail. He had porcelain white skin, raven black hair similar to his in color but far better kept than his. What Alucard focused on were his eyes, which were a dark red. They were cold and calculating, more than a butler's should be, even if they were a butler to an organization as dark and dangerous as Hellsing.
He continued to watch the butler until the man called out "I know you're here vampire. Now please quit with the peeping tom act and state your business." This surprised Alucard as the monster had not expected the man to be able to sense him. He moved out of his hiding spot and reformed to his normal body. "Now, state your business here." the butler repeated obviously not ready for games.
Alucard gave him a toothy grin, "Why I am only here because the faithful dog has returned to its master. Now how about you?"
The butler gave a stern look in response, "I am the butler to the Hellsing household, Sebastian Michaelis. I am here making my master her breakfast. Now again, who are you?"
"I am the monster Alucard, vampiric slave to Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. I am THE no life king." the monster grinned at the butler's puzzled look, he was pleased he had confused the man who had been able to sense him.
"I had thought the only vampire we had here was Ms. Victoria. Where have you been?"
"Nowhere, killing all of the citizens of London, all of the Catholics and Nazis, everything I absorbed 30 years ago."
"How interesting. If you would not mind I would prefer it if you would stay still for now, at least until it is time for me to awaken my master so that I can...verify your identity." So the butler thought that he was just trying to cover himself, he thought he would hurt his master.
"I would rather not," the vampire grinned, "I want to see how things have changed, perhaps examine my room." He turned to leave but when he turned around the butler was in front of the door.
"I can not allow you to do that I'm afraid. I can not risk my master's health." Sebastian told him calmly.
"You were just by the stove, that sure was some speed for a human. Or perhaps you're more. Perhaps Integra went out and grabbed another little vampire for our club while I was gone."
The butler gave a fake smile, "I can assure you, I am no vampire. I am merely one hell of a butler. Now please stay here, I must finish her breakfast." the butler waited, staring at the vampire, for a response. When he received none the butler added, "Do not make me force you to stay."
The vampire grinned once more, "Force me you said? I would love to see you try butler." With that forks and knives flew out of the butler's sleeves to be caught between his fingers. The vampire whistled mockingly, this butler had fancier moves than Walter at the very least. Sebastian threw his knives at the vampire, the knifes aiming for his heart and the forks for his head. They hit their mark and the butler calmed, he straightened his tailcoat and went back to his stove going back to preparing for his master. Then the vampire started chuckling. He pulled the knives out of himself and grinned evilly at Sebastian. "How interesting, even the silverware is blessed now. And pure silver. It actually stings a little. Here, I may have gotten some blood on them." he said before throwing it all back at the butler.
Sebastian dodged the silverware and glared "If you truly are her servant, then you would stop causing so much ruckus as shes trying to sleep." Alucard stopped his grinning, the butler was right, a good servant would not wake his master. He sighed and reluctantly sat on a bar stool nearby.
"I'll stay." Alucard said boredly. This made Sebastian grin as he continued his cooking, in a few hours both would finally get their answers from their master.