Hello… again. So, you've continued to read my story, and you've made it to this point without going insane. Thanks!
MangaMania- I will attempt to accept this compliment gracefully… But I'm really going to end up jumping up and down and running around the room for joy.
Alucard110- Erm… I don't know when you're leaving, but I'm definitely going to try to regularly update this story. I'm motivated by the amount of people reading!
NalaravatheRed- Oh, don't worry. Things will get ugly.
Alucard's secert lover- Yah, I feel bad for her too, whoever she is…
VampyrsDaughter-Celeste- Does Alucard do stupid things…?
So, enjoy this installment of my fanfiction.
Daniel opened the book for what seemed like the thousandth time today.
He flipped thought the well read pages, to the section about Alucard. Near the end of his part, there was a bit about Seras Victoria.
The Police Girl, Seras Victoria, is a vampire like Alucard, not just another FREAK. Alucard saved her from a loose vampire, and disposed of the target at the same time. She chose to become like him for herself, and she seems to be a source of entertainment for the old vampire. She appears to reject being dead, and has been refusing to drink blood for quite some time.
I was sure when Alucard first created her that she'd be no more than a toy for him. But she's grown on most of the staff members, myself and Walter included. However, she's not yet a full vampire, and must exchange blood with Alucard once more to do so.
"Well Mother," he said, speaking to the book as though it were really Integra. It was the early hours of the morning after Alucard's encounter, and he realized just how tired he was as he lay his head down on the desk. "S'pose I'll be a bit nocturnal after enough time of dealing with Alucard."
"It's not unusual or unheard of Sir," Walter informed him, wheeling in a cart with tea. "I suppose you won't be wanting this then?"
"No thank you Walter," he said. "I'm too tired. Aren't you?"
"Sir, between working with Alucard and Sir Integra, I've been up for several days at a time. This is nothing."
"Oh," Daniel said, shocked at the old man. "Well then… G'night, er, g'morning Walter." And with that, the newest organization leader fell asleep at his desk.
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A slightly confused Alucard woke. Normally, he'd hastily get up and move about, but his Master was still asleep, and Walter hadn't put out any blood yet.
His dreams the night before had been filled with Seras attacking him. Over and over again it played, haunting him, and he could barely stand it anymore. What had caused her to act so strangely? Had he meant so much to her that being without him had altered her mind?
At this point, he didn't know, and to be honest, he didn't care. His hair had returned to its "normal" length, if it even had one, and his hat and glasses lay on the table in his room. The room on the whole was fairly empty, and only held four pieces of furniture, (not including the faint lamps) : his table, his chair, a mirror, and his coffin.
There was a light knock on the door, and he forced a hoarse, "Come in."
Pip Bernadette stepped into the room, and looked around for Alucard. He looked (once again), very confused at not being able to find the vampire, and tugged slightly at his braid, which had grown so long it could be draped twice 'round his neck, and was. "Mr. Alucard," he ventured as his eyes adjusted to the dim light of Alucard's dwelling.
"Take a seat," the No-Life King said. He still lay in his coffin, but his red eyes shone in the mirror on the wall that Pip had failed to notice.
"Are you sure—"
"Yes," he said firmly.
"I'm sitting down now," he said, with a slightly nervous tone to his voice as he did so. "But you probably know zat already. What with heightened vampire senses, and all."
"Captain," Alucard said, his voice sounding like something akin to sorrow. "Cut to the chase. Why are you here?"
"I just wanted to apologize for everything zat's happened to you."
"Why do you care?"
Pip paused momentarily, contemplating. "Because I've fought with you, and I've fought with her. You've saved my neck many times." Alucard chuckled at this. "No pun intended Mr. Alucard, but in all seriousness, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I made zat contract with Hellsing. I doubt I would even be here today without ze two of you."
"And you stayed on, even when your contract had ended."
"We get ze best pay here zan we do on any ozzer offers we've been given. Besides, I like it here." He chuckled, and pulled the beaten Brittanica Cowboys hat further down his forehead.
No matter how much Pip had seen, nothing could prepare him for what happened next. Alucard lifted the cover of his coffin soundlessly, the only noise made when the cover fell against the nearby wall. Pip jumped, tensing as a hand reached over his shoulder.
"Join me for a drink, Captain," Alucard asked the bewildered Goose.
"S-sure," was the shaky answer he received. "As long as I'm not the drink."
Alucard laughed. "You won't be as long as Walter has medical blood ready for me…"
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"But why's ze Rum gone," Pip asked Walter for the third time.
"Because," Walter told him patiently, like a mother explaining something to her three year old. "We drank the last of it last night."
"Honestly Walter," Alucard said, downing his first glass of blood. "Why don't you act your age?"
"If I did, Alucard, I'd be in a wheelchair, and you'd have nobody to give you your blood bags."
"Point taken Walter."
"And why don't you act your age?"
"No human has ever lived to be my age, therefore, as the first earthly being to reach this age, I am acting it."
"Alright Alucard, now that you've made your point, I—"
"But why," Pip asked exasperated, while he poured himself some brandy. "Is ze rum gone?"
"Oh, shut it Bernadette."
"Augh, there'll be no living with 'em after zis."
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Seras Victoria sighed heavily, looking at her old pictures. Each on had been badly taken, but she didn't care. Most of them consisted of Alucard, with his eyebrows raised, or a frown on his face. He'd never seemed to take to having his picture taken. She smiled, running the backs of her fingers over her favorite. It was a candid one, where he was actually smiling.
Who was that fraud, and how had he known so much about her relationship with her Master. He'd even known the church she'd attacked was where she'd been changed. The man had imitated Alucard perfectly, from his style of dress to his "nickname" for her. Whoever he was, he certainly seemed to know what he was doing.
For a brief moment, she wondered if it were possible that he were Master. But she shook the thought away, pulling on a black hoodie. Master Alucard would never hurt her like that again. And this pretender's shot had gone right through her lung.
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"Must I go after her again, Master?"
"Yes Alucard," he said, hading over yet another blood pack. The 18 year old had lost count of just how many he'd been given. Pip had passed out on the floor after consuming several bottles of brandy long before, and was snoring slightly. Walter sat contemplating the bottom of his own glass, and Daniel sat next to him. "I'm sorry, but we have to get her back somehow."
"Well, Sir," Walter suggested. "We could trick her into coming back here, and then…" The old retainer's idea ran out of steam, and he trailed off.
"And then what do we do with her," Alucard demanded. "What can we do with her? She's prepared to kill anyone to get me back. That includes you, Walter, although no doubt she's been avoiding you." He shook his head. He blamed two people for what had happened: one, himself, and two, Integra. Therefore, while he blamed Integra, he also blamed Daniel.
"She must somehow be brought to her senses," Daniel observed.
"Way to go Captain Obvious. Maybe we could give you hair extensions and glasses, put you in a green suit and then let her see you," Alucard said keenly.
"WHAT?" Daniel shouted, slamming his palms on the table as he stood. "What could that possibly do?"
"She wants revenge on Hellsing," Walter said, getting some idea of Alucard's trail of thought. "And Sir Integra, god rest her soul, would be at the top of her list. You'd be the perfect bait, Sir."
"Bacon goes great with ze peanut butter," Pip muttered as he rolled over on the floor.
"If she were to realize that Integra were no longer with us," Walter ventured. "Perhaps she will come to her senses."
"And what," Daniel asked through clenched teeth. "Happens if this brilliant plan fails?"
Alucard gave a wide grin. "Then I find a camera, take pictures, and hand deliver them to one Enrico Maxwell of the Iscariot Organization. I then watch on in amusement as he is flabbergasted by the pictures."
"You really planned that one out," Daniel said angrily to him.
"I like to think ahead," the vampire said innocently, looking to the ceiling.
"Sir," Walter said to Daniel. "I'm afraid you may have to try it. We don't have a set way to bring a vampire back into, if you will, the world of sanity. Anything could happen."
"What sanity," Alucard asked.
"Fine," Daniel consented. "But, God damn it. I don't like it."
Alucard's grin widened.
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Walter had arranged everything for Operation Integra, as one of the help had jokingly called it. The name had stuck, for the amusement of everyone but Daniel.
"Oh, lighten up Master," Alucard said, standing on the ceiling. Daniel had just received hair extensions, making him look (almost) like Sir Integra, with a black suit. "It's all in good fun."
"I'm sure, Alucard, that it's great fun for you."
"Why yes, as a matter of fact, it is. Oh, I almost forgot." Alucard held out a box, which Daniel took with a look of confusion on his face. "You're going to need at least one if the Police Girl is going to believe your portrayal.
Daniel settled back in his chair, opening the box to find cigars inside. He looked at Alucard with a raised eyebrow.
"Your mother," he explained. "Was an impulsive smoker. Not quite addicted, but whenever she felt she needed a cigar, she damn well had one. Your father kept these well preserved, although I had a hard time finding his hiding spot for them."
"Thank you, Alucard," Daniel said with a nod.
"You're welcome, Master."
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Pip barely remembered what had happened the night Operation Integra had been though up. So when he saw Integra walk though the doors of the shooting range, he was a little more than just shocked. "Sir Integra," he said, saluting her and moving into the stance of a soldier at attention.
Walter, who stood behind and directly to the side of her smiled slightly. "Well Sir, he didn't recognize you."
"Yes, but no doubt he's got a bad hangover."
"Now Sir," Pip started. "Why would you say such a zing…?"
"Captain, the question is no longer, 'Why is the rum gone?' It is now, 'Why is the rum and the brandy gone?'"
"Oh."
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Alucard met them in the Hellsing truck as promised. "You'll do," he said, running his eyes over the doppelganger of his former Master.
Daniel's mind flared up like a wounded animal trying to protect itself. "What do you mean, 'You'll do'?"
"Fear not Master. I have no intention of doing anything rash."
Daniel nodded, and resisted the urge to grin. The word rash, met much room for interpretation in the eyes of a vampire.
Alright, so… This is, I believe the longest chapter so far. That's all I've got for now. I have nothing further written yet, but fear not. It will go on. I'm going on vacation in a week or so, so it may take some time before the next update. 0 So please review (they make me feel warm and fuzzy) and continue to read. Bye!