100 Drops of Blood

by dark-angel-rising

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Demmie, Alucardina, futurethieflord, meg-chan, sakandliluver, Alucard's-Lil-Hellcat, policegirl, TrunksgirlBlaze27,

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Seras Victoria was miffed. She was vexed. She was at the end of her rope. She was currently running around Hellsing Manor searching desperately for her Master.

"Master! Where are you? It's not funny anymore!"

The poor blonde vampiric fledgeling was near tears. Her troubles started earlier that night when there was absolutely no FREAK activity. She supposed even monsters needed a break. Anyway, she had been curled up on her bed drawing in her sketchbook and lost in her thoughts when her Master appeared in her chambers. She had long since gotten used to him stepping through his portals. The infuriating elder vampire always had to use them instead of opening the door like a normal person.

She looked up at him, surprised in the back of her mind that he wasn't donning his hat or glasses. A faint blush stained her porcelain face as his piercing blood red eyes bored into her. She was so lost in their crimson depths, that she didn't even notice Alucard snatching her sketchbook out of her hands until it was too late. He disappeared through a portal, laughing homocidally, as Seras blushed an even deeper shade of crimson in both embarrassement and anger, before taking off after her Master.

And that's how she ended up lost in the upper floors of Hellsing Manor, having already searched every room in the basement.

She leaned against the wall, sighing in defeat and sliding down to sit on the dark carpet. She didn't like it when people looked at her artwork because she was a shy and modest person by nature, but the main reason she had reacted so badly to her Master taking her sketchbook was because there was a drawing of him in there.

It had been one of her favorites, for reasons that she dared not even think about lest she be teased by her ever-nosy Master. In the picture, Alucard was slumped over a table, his unruly black hair hiding parts of his face, but framing his eyes, which seemed to be smoldering even in black and white. She did not know why she even drew something like this, it was like her hands had taken on a life of their own. Maybe like Master and his hair. She always wondered about that.

She looked up at the lightening sky and stifling a yawn got up, hoping to at least find her chambers, since her Master had apparently disappeared. She was sure that he was back in his room, plotting new ways of torturing her with her sketchbook, or daydreaming about blood and darkness. Morbid man with no sense of decency or a shred of humanity. Thinks that he can just waltz into my room and steal MY sketchbook. And what's up with those portals anyway? He was barely an inch from the door anyway. Was the man so lazy that he couldn't open a bloody door!

Seething silently she stalked down the corridor looking like she was ready to kill someone, early morning maids scattering at one look at her furious face. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she ran right into Walter. The composed and polite retainer to the Hellsing family stumbled backward upon impact. Immediately Seras snapped out of it and apologized to the aged man.

"Miss Victoria, are you feeling alright?" He asked, corncerned about the young vampire.

"Eh, oh yes, Walter. Thank you. I was just looking for the basement. I guess I just got lost." She laughed in embarrassment, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. "D'you think you could help me?"

"Certainly, Miss Victoria."

Within moments they were at the entrance to the basement. She thanked Walter, and trudged into the darkness that was her home. She entered her chambers, her eyes half-closed, ready to collapse on her bed and let sleep overtake her when shye spotted something on her table next to her evening, er, morning blood pack.

It was her sketchbook. No longer tired, she rushed over and flipped through her book but she couldn't find the picture of Alucard. She was doomed. She closed the book and stowed it away when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. Red-clad arms. Master…

"You're really quite a talented artist, Police Girl. I think I'll keep a picture for myself, I'm sure it's alright with you." His lips brushed her ear, the action making her blush slightly, but lean into his embrace. Alucard smirked. His fledgeling was such a shy little creature that in the city people wouldn't even suspect her to be a child of the night. His lips wandered to her neck and lingered at the place where he originally bit her, pressing them gently against her skin, relishing the softess of her neck. He hadn't been this close to her since he made her a vampire. He smirked again as he felt her growing a bit bolder and exposing her neck to him. He was about to accept the invitation when he felt the unmistakable pull at the back of his mind. Integra.

Blasted woman. Always has the worst possible timing.

"I'm afraid my Master is calling me." He said, letting go of the smaller vampire, pleased that the loss of contact made her utter a small groan of discontent. He disappreared through one of his portals, determined to give the leader of the Hellsing Organization hell for interrupting. Seras sighed, she realized she'd been doing that a lot lately, and lay down on her bed, not bothering to change clothes, since today she wasn't covered in blood and FREAK guts. A bonus. She closed her eyes, smiling slightly, and closing her coffin, the feel of her Master's arms around her still fresh in her mind. She didn't mind that he took that picture. Not one bit.

Author's Note –

Well? Hehe damn Integra ruined a perfectly good AxS moment!

Ah I'm just kidding, Integra's cool. Too scary and intimidating to be a normal human. But cool nonetheless.

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