Bring The Police Girl With You
Ketti: Just wanted to say thank y'all for the reviews. *heart* Mildly forgot where I was going with this, so it's not a perfect segue into chapter four, but oh well. My favorite part is who the mission is about, it made me giggle. See you next update!
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"Is that truly necessary?"
Seras' face scrunched in confusion as the words drifted by her ears, and she burrowed deeper into her pillow, only to find it wasn't very comfortable.
"Regrettably." Her pillow moved and vibrated with her Master's deep voice and she jumped in alarm to realize she was using his shoulder as her head rest. The hand at her waist squeezed lightly, pressing her hip to his abdomen. "The Police Girl refuses to drink blood, and will slowly go insane without me here to keep her contained. I had assumed she could survive a simple three days without me." He sounded both amused and disgruntled. "Fledgling vampires are dependant on their Sires for more than just learning to be a proper monster."
"Could've told me sooner," Seras mumbled against his coat, and she winced when his fingers dug into her hip painfully, she knew there'd be small bruises for days.
"So the Police Girl is going to be attached to your hip for how long, Alucard?" Sir Integra questioned gruffly, shuffling her papers with an annoyed sigh.
"The rest of the night, but she can't be left unattended again while she refuses the blood."
Seras squirmed.
Integra sighed again and Seras heard the click of her lighter as she lit a fresh cigar, "Then you'll have to take the Police Girl with you."
Alucard hummed thoughtfully, then chuckled, "How amusing. When is our next mission, my Master?"
"Tomorrow," Sir Integra sniffed, and Seras saw her gloved hand waving dismissively from the corner of her eye, "When you don't need to wear her like a backpack. Now get out of my office, vampire."
Alucard bowed his head before getting to his feet, Seras' legs sliding around his hip as he held her to his side. Once they were free of the office, she squirmed again, "I can walk," she complained, feeling uncomfortable pressed up against her Master so closely.
"No," he countered, "you can't. Police Girl, weren't you listening? You need to stay close to me to regain your strength for tomorrow."
Seras grumbled and rested her chin on his shoulder, refusing to look directly at his eyes. "Yes,Master."
He chuckled and patted her head condescendingly before turning the corner and walking into a shadow portal, emerging in his room where he settled himself comfortably in his seat.
Seras shifted on his lap, fidgeting. She was bored. Twiddling her thumbs, she tried to entertain herself, but failed miserably.
"Master," she whined, looking up at him pleadingly, "can't we at least watch the telly or something?"
"No," he grumbled, and the book she had chosen three nights ago appeared in his open palm, "read your book, Police Girl, and stop ffidgeting."
She nodded obediently and gave him a grateful look as she found her place and continued reading until her mind drifted off and without realizing it, she was asleep.
Seras stirred sleepily and yawned loudly as she stretched, only to stop as her arms hit the limits of her coffin. Blinking owlishly, she pushed the lid open and arched her back to get the kinks out of it. She felt surprisingly refreshed, and when she glanced at the clock, she canted her head to the side. Surely it couldn't be more than a minute or two past sunset, yet she felt wide awake. Scratching at her scalp, she rolled lazily to her feet and stepped carefully out of her coffin, shuffling over to her bathroom for a nice relaxing shower.
When she emerged fifteen minutes later in a cloud of apple scented steam, she smiled to herself and pattered over to her dresser to get dressed for the night. It was as she was rolling her stockings up her legs that there was a light tap tap on the door and Walter entered with his usual bucket of blood. "Oh, oh my," his cheeks tinted the lightest pink, "Good evening Miss Victoria. I trust you are well rested and ready for tonight's mission with Alucard?"
Seras fastened the stocking to the garter belt under her skirt and started on the other, nodding to the butler, "Of course! Do you know what the mission is about Walter?"
Clearing his throat, he set the bucket on the table and straightened his back, "I'm afraid you will have to ask your Master, Miss Victoria, Sir Integra is briefing him on the details as we speak."
"Oh," Seras hummed, seemingly unaware of the butler's embassasment at seeing her skirt hiked up to secure her stockings. "Alright then."
When she had finished tying her boots, she trailed behind Walter as he led the way up to the main floor, and when she caught the tell tale flutter of red, she hurried past the sedate butlet and bounced up to her Master's side with an eager grin, "Master!"
He tipped his head, peering over the rims of his glasses at her, before nodding and opening the front doors, "Come along, Police Girl, we have a vampire to silence."
"Sir, yes Sir." Seras chirped, her rifle slung across her shoulders, a pistol holstered at her hip.
Seras peered over the edge of the roof they were situated on, inspecting the crowds below. "So, Master," she hummed, "what does our target look like?"
"You'll know it when you see it, Police Girl."
Well that didn't help very much. Pushing her bangs out of her eyes, she flopped down on the cool cement and rested her chin on the ledge. Blue eyes sized up each pedestrian carefully before flicking to the next body, but she couldn't detect anything off about the civilians. So maybe their prey wasn't arrived yet?
Then her gaze lit upon a woman in a short, sparkly, gold skirt wearing matching five inch pumps and fishnet stockings, a belly top showing a complete lack of modesty, and shoulder length auburn hair. Something seemed off about her, and Seras kept her eyes focused on the way she walked. Was… her eyes widened as she realized that that was no woman. It was a very well done job, but the man in drag gave her the creeps. Then she saw him smile and she realized with a start that that was their prey. "Master…"
"What Police Girl? Haven't you ever seen a man in a skirt before?"
She sputtered and went red in the face, "M-Master! Th-that's not!"
He laughed mockingly at her, lips twisted in a cruel smile. "He's a vampire, right?" He pulled the Cassul from the inner pocket of his red duster and shot the transvestite in the back of the head.
Seras expected blood and screams, but the drag queen caught the bullet, dropping it from slightly smoking fingers and glancing up over his shoulder at them briefly, wagging his finger as though scolding a naughty child before adding some extra sway to his hips as he sashayed off down the street.
"Dud he just…"
Alucard laughed, "How amusing."
"Should we go after him?"
He gave her a scornful look and stood, Cassul back in his coat as he walked across the air to the next building. Seras jumped to her feet and flailed before taking a few steps back for a running start, and just barely making it across the street, teetering on the edge of the opposite roof until a gloved hand fisted in the collar of her golden jacket, yanking her onto solid ground.
"Thanks, Master," she mumbled, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, following on his heels as they stalked the vampire in drag through the streets to a deserted park. Seras – tiny compared to her Master – walked casually beside him as they strolled up the path to the copse of trees where their prey waited.
"Oh honey," he tsked, wagging a finger at them, "that hat? Tacky. I'd never be caught dead in it!"
Seras just stared at the man-woman-thing as he propped a long nailed hand on his hip and stared at them as if they were some sort of walking fashion disaster. She found herself lost for words, and felt compelled to find a mirror and hold it up to the flashy shemale.
Alucard's lips tightened into a flat line and he pulled the silver gun from his coat again, "Well, I'll do you the favor of killing you so your precious fashion senses won't be offended."
He fired, at least six shots, and all of them missed, though Seras smelled blood as one grazed the flamboyant man's shoulder. Aggravated, the No Life King's shadows bubbled at his feet and took the forms of multi eyed hounds.
The cross dresser yawned daintily behind his hand, and … Seras couldn't help but burst out laughing as his familiars danced out from behind him; they were flamingos. Nearly collapsing, she hooted in absolute disbelief, and was given a dirty look by both her Sire and the shemale that was their target.
"Fetch," Alucard snarled, and his dogs went to town on the leggy birds while he stormed across the clearing with his trademark movie killer walk – slow and steady, let the prey tire themselves out running while you sharpen your blades – and when he got within arms reach he pistol whipped the shemale across the face, lipstick smearing the Cassul's silver skin.
"Not the face!" He screeched, clawing at Alucard with his long nails. Her Master sneered and caught the vampire's wrist, breaking it easily and twisting it up behind his back as he glared murderously at the fop, "You don't take yourself seriously, so I won't either. Goodbye."
And with that, Alucard's free hand was impaled through the shemale's chest, clutching the squirming heart and crushing it between his fingers. Their quarry gave a feminine cry of pain before dissolving into ash and glitter.
Seras sobered as she straightened up, eyeing her Sire speculatively, before shrugging and kicking at some of the ash. "Well, that was fun."
He snorted and pushed her down on the grass and she squeaked as one of the shadow hounds jumped her and she squealed as hell hound drool sutck to her cheek. "Master!"