Author's note: This is my first pure Hellsing fanfic, so I need to know if it's liked, if it's not, what people do or do not like about it...I'm open to suggestions, people. Oh, and flames are welcome. Just so y'all know. If ya hate it, tell me. If ya like it, tell me. C'mon people. I'm not asking for ass-kissage here. By the way, I am requesting the services of a beta reader . . . I don't trust my friends. Most of them have never watched Hellsing, and the ones that have are partially responsible for the true badfic out there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing, any of Terry Goodkind's stories (tho I own a few of his books ;D), and I don't own any of the bands or music mentioned in this fic (tho I do own my own copy of the CDs). I do not own Malakai, he's his own person, and slavery is illegal. I do own the plot and the OCs in this fic.
Complete silence. It was refreshing, however unusual. It was considered a luxury, in the eyes of Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. If it was not Hellsing itself, it was a number of other minor annoyances that stole the quiet hours of the night from the young leader. She almost smiled. Almost.
I have had enough for one night, she thought, knowing full well that the silence would not last long.
There were a lot of things to be done, though she had already done so much...but it was worth the price. In her point of view. She stretched, and stifled what would have been a huge yawn. Walter had left her dinner on the side of the desk, and although it was cold now, four hours later, it would still be good...and she was very hungry. She started eating, pacing all around the room in an effort to stretch her sore legs. Sitting at a desk was far more tiresome than being out in the field. Apparently, others in the Hellsing house had noted the unusual silence...and apparently, they were not as grateful for it as she was, for a moment or two later, her "pet" vampire phased through the wall, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Good evening, Master."
Irritably, and completely unintentionally, she thought, Not tonight. Just leave me alone.
Out loud she said, "Good evening, Alucard. Do you need something?"
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he replied, "No, Master. I came to say hello, that is all. But since you asked..."
She almost smiled in response, but bit it back and arched an eyebrow at him.
"Well, since you don't need anything...why don't you take yourself outside for a walk. Tonight is unusually quiet, so as long as you behave..."
That was her way of saying, "As long as you behave like a good boy, you will be allowed to enjoy some limited freedom".
Just to irritate him, she said, "And why don't you take Seras with you? She is bored out of her mind, or so she has told me."
Alucard suddenly seemed slightly annoyed. It was not that he despised his little blonde fledgling, but she was so disturbingly innocent and naive that it became unbearable after a time. Besides that, his master was giving him her version of an order to get the hell out of her office. Well, her version when she was in a good mood. She had told him to take Seras just to annoy him, he knew. And it had worked. He bowed mockingly, grinning, and phased out of the room. And the Hellsing returned gratefully to her luxurious solitude.
Seras was unsurprised by the sudden appearance of her master. But when he told her that they were going for a walk, well, that was different . But the way he had said it implied that they were doing otherwise.
She changed out of her uniform into some black cargo pants and a blue short sleeved shirt. Seras raced to catch up with her master, who had not bothered to wait in the basement for her. He was halfway down the street when she finally caught up.
"Where are we going, Master?" Seras Victoria asked him curiously.
He looked down on her with an unreadable expression on his face. She took it as a sign that he wasn't going to answer, as usual. They continued walking in silence.
"Police Girl..." Alucard said suddenly.
"Yes, Master?" Seras replied, looking up at the sky as though he was flying above her head rather than being right next to her.
"Have I taught you how vampires 'travel'?" he asked her absently, as though it was a random thought that had suddenly crossed his mind.
"Like walk through walls? And disappear and then reappear wherever I want?" she asked, slight eagerness at the idea in her tone, "You haven't showed me, but I'd like to learn . . . is that what we're doing?"
"Yes," he told her, amused, "But are you sure you want to learn?"
"Yes! Of course I want to-I mean, it would be nice," she replied, .
"Then follow me, Police Girl."
She did as she was told, following him to a rather empty park on the edge of the city.
Well, it IS nighttime, after all... she thought.
When they found a spot in the park that was to his liking, he began instructing her. He discovered that she was a quick study. He was rather proud of her after that. Or as proud as he could be of a foolish, human-loving fledgling who refused to drink blood. When he could sense that there was only another half hour before the sun began to rise, she had almost mastered it...almost. They phased home. She fell on her rear end on the cold, hard stone floor in her room. She looked so proud of herself despite this...that he almost laughed at her huge smile.
"Thank you, Master," she told him.
"Good day, Police Girl."
And then day came...