Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing characters or concepts, Kouta Hirano does. Nor do I own Elizabeth Bathory, um, I guess she owned herself? Whatever, either way, I don't own her.
The guards standing at the front gate of the Hellsing Manor looked up to see a woman in black skinny jeans, black leather boots, a dark blue halter top, and to top it all off a midnight blue, velvet coat (much like our favourite No-Life King's coat) walk up. Her wavy, light brown hair fell loosely down her back. She handed the men a letter, which had the Hellsing coat of arms on the envelope. One of men took out the letter and quickly read it. He nodded to the other guards and the gates swung open. She walked onto the Hellsing grounds. She reached the front door and rang the bell. Walter opened the door, "Countess Bathory, welcome to the Hellsing Mansion. Sir Integra is unwell tonight. She requests that you rest, for you must have had a long journey. You will be notified of your duties tomorrow evening." Walter paused to glance at his watch, then outside, "It's almost dawn. Follow me, please." He led the Countess down to the basement, past Alucard's chambers. They passed Seras as she was entering her room. They walked to the very end of the hall and stopped at the last door. Walter lead the woman into the room, whish had a black carpet covering the dingy, stone floor. The walls were painted dark blue. On one side of the room was a black, wooden wardrobe, which already contained the Countess's clothes, which had been sent before hand. On the other side lay a black coffin. The room had countless shelves, which sported make-up, hair products, candles, and a gun or two. "We do hope this meets your standards. We tried to make it according to your wishes." "No, it's perfect, thank you. But perhaps I would be able to get a desk and chair, if it's not too much trouble." She said in a soft seductive tone. "Not at all, Countess. I shall see to it right away." Walter then excused himself, and Countess Bathory prepared to sleep.