Chapter 2

Seras, stood in her living room sipping on a glass of red wine with her phone to her ear, listening to her boss prattle on about why he needed her to come in and she sighed as began to pace, placing her goblet on the coffee table. She wouldn't mind coming in if it was an emergency or all of the officers were off the clock, but that wasn't the case. The man wanted to take some of the officers out for drinks which of course would make them under staffed for the evening.

"I'm sorry sir, I understand that you and the guys like to take the edge of sometimes..." More like more often than not. "But I've already been drinking myself."

"Oh really? What have you been drinking hmm?"

The way he said that got a bit under her skin, it was as if he didn't believe her when she said that, but she controlled her voice when she answered.

"Yes sir, red wine. I had one goblet already..."

As she said this, her blue eyes glanced up at the chair she had purchased that very day, smiling again as she seen it. She had outwitted...rather outbidded Integra Hellsing for that chair and that fact would make her happy everytime she looked at the piece of furniture. The rich bitch had probably taken a hit to her pride for that which made it even better, but the thing that took the cake was the legend. It was Abraham van Hellsing which had staked the count after tracking him from that very Abbey and to Transylvania so it was her way of spitting in the eye of the old man. Sure it was just a legend to most, but she was open minded and believed there could have actually been a Count back then, and Abraham could have in fact staked the vampire all those years ago. After all, didn't every story have a little bit of truth to them?

She was startled from her thoughts by her boss shouting her name over the phone and she realized only then he must have been saying something to her which made her blush when she was caught being a space case.

"S-Sorry sir, what were you saying?"

The man on the other side sighed as if he was exasperated with dealing with her which ruffled her once again as she tore her gaze away from the chair and picked her goblet back up, taking a drink to calm herself.

"You must be more under the influence than I thought, Victoria. Alright, stay home. You come in again tomorrow correct?"

"Yes sir, tomorrow evening."

"Very good, the boys and I will have our night tomorrow. See you then, Victoria."

She rolled her eyes as she took another drink before placing the goblet down once again, but couldn't keep herself from turning again and looking at the chair, but this time it wasn't vacant. She moved her phone from her ear as she stared with her eyes wide and locked on a shadowed figure which stared back at her with fiery red eyes. Her every instinct as an officer should have been to reach for her gun, but not only was it not at her hip as she had showered and changed once she got home and put the chair where it sat now, but she didn't feel threatened. The figure, what ever it was seemed just as surprised to see her as she was to see it. She watched with her eyes growing wider as the figure stood and its form billowed like it was made of the blackest of smokes as it took a step toward her, but she could only watch, not step back or forward as her eyes remained locked with the figure's own.

"Victoria!"

She blinked then and suddenly that figure was no longer there which made her look around and then back to the chair, but nothing was there which left her baffled for a long moment before her eyes landed back on her goblet and she groaned as she put the phone back to her ear.

"I apologize sir, I must have less of an alcohol tolerance than I thought. I can't seem to stay focused."

"I thought so, yes you made a good call on wanting to stay home."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll see you tomorrow evening."

"Yes, sir."

"Goodnight, Victoria."

"Goodnight sir."

She sighed as she flipped her phone closed after hearing the 'click' on the other side and looked again at the chair which sat there harmless and vacant, she was sure that figure had been really there, it really stepped toward her without wavering in form like a hallucination may have, but it had just vanished when she'd blinked she couldn't deny that...but still...

She walked toward the chair, her eyes on the floor to see if there had been footprints on the soft white carpet beneath her feet after the figure had been walking towards her, after all it looked like it had been made of smoke, but seen nothing, but white carpet. She sighed, thinking herself stupid by this point when she made it to the chair, pressing her hand to the chair seat, expecting it to be room temperature.

Warm...