Theme: Queen
"What do you think?" Alucard strutted in front of the mirror, tugging at the dress until it sat just right. Walter shook his head and lit another cigarette.
"Here's what I don't get, see. You keep insisting that you're female."
The vampire arched an eyebrow. "I am female. All of the correct organs are in place and are anatomically perfect, albeit non-functional."
"I don't care what your genitals look like," snapped Walter. "Your real form is male. You can pretend to be a little girl all you like. It's sophisticated cross dressing, nothing more."
"Don't be so stubborn."
"Goddamn transvestite."
Theme: Tea
"Walter, get some tea for our guests."
"Lord Landsdale, what a pleasant surprise. Walter, make some tea."
"We have tea, if you would like. Walter, if you please."
"Islands! Good to see you man! Let's have tea. Walter!"
"You Majesty, I am honoured beyond all words by your gracious visit. Might I offer you some tea?"
"I'm delighted to see you, so delighted that you came! Fetch some tea, would you Walter?"
"Blasted all-nighters. I need some caffeine. Walter, I need tea. Double strength."
"Walter, would you-"
"No. It's my day off. Arthur, you can get your own bloody tea."
Theme: In the Moonlight
She's just a little girl. Just a little girl, pale hair shining in the moonlight.
"What were you expecting?" Her voice is a woman's voice. "A monster?"
"Something like that," he says nervously, fumbling for his cigarettes.
"If I am a monster, what does that make you?"
"A man?" he suggests.
"Go shave before you tell me that."
He lights up. Wordlessly she holds out her hand and he gives her the cigarette, watches as she draws hard on it.
"You're so small."
"You know better than anyone just how deceiving appearances are."
"What's your name?"
"My name is Helena."
Theme: Family
Sometimes he wonders what it would be like. To have a father, a mother, a brother, a sister. To be normal. To belong. To have family.
Sometimes he slips out. He's not really allowed to leave the mansion by himself, not unless he's on a mission but Arthur, bless him, has never yet designed a security system that Walter can't break. He likes to go to parks and watch people, make up stories about them, wonder what it would be like, being part of their lives.
Arthur usually finds him pretty quickly. Arthur understands, and Walter hates him for it.
Theme: Disease
He can smell it before he even breaks down the door. Stink of rotting flesh, stink of cadavers in the summer heat.
The house was abandoned and reports had come in of monsters, of ghouls in the night. Walter was dispatched to clean it up. He's always cleaning up other people's messes.
The door yields. He crashes into the room and is immediately engulfed in clouds of flies. The corpses are of children, swimming with maggots.
He looks up, into the empty eyes of the man that murdered them. He sees a sickness, and realises that this monster is human.