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Chapter 3: This sucks… (Pun Very Much Intended)
Seras waited…
And waited…
And waited…
And waited…
And became tired…
And hungry… (It seemed that no contact with anyone meant that she also wouldn't be receiving meals.)
The blond groaned and rolled off of her bed and onto the cold, hard floor, where she laid for quite some time. She stared at the stone, wondering what on earth Integra meant about maybe knowing what was going on. And why had she sounded as if the source of the problem was her? She turned the night's events over and over in her mind until her head began to ache and she forced herself to think of something else.
However, no matter what she tried to think of, nothing seemed to hold her attention for long. Her nerves were frayed, she had a splitting headache, and she was starving. Needless to say, coherent thought was out of the question.
So, Seras let her mind wander. Her childhood, her work at Hellsing, her father, all these thoughts passed through her mind briefly, like fallen leaves scattered by a breeze. Finally one thought stuck.
"Master…," she breathed gently. Just thinking about him made her feel suddenly calm. She smiled; it would make sense that he should fill her mind now. He was, quite literally, everything to her. He was her creator and her destroyer, her father and her teacher, her savior and her tormentor.
She idly wondered if he knew that she entertained these sorts of thoughts about him. Probably not.
Soon, her thoughts flashed back to the dream she'd had that day. A blush immediately stained her cheeks, and then slowly faded.
Who was she kidding?
She'd trade anything for that sort of moment to occur between herself and her master. Though it was the first time her subconscious had been so aggressive with pushing the desire to the surface. Turning over onto her back, Seras murmured softly, "I want him."
'Oh my, am I interrupting something, Police Girl?' an unmistakably deep voice resounded within her head.
'Master!' Seras' eyes snapped open in horror, 'Y-you're supposed to be on a mission at the Vatican!'
The great Nosferatu sounded bored as he replied, 'Yes well that was a complete waste of time. Apparently they are suffering from the same lack of disturbances as we are. So I decided to come back. I should be home by tomorrow. I hope you have practiced, police girl, and not spent your entire time focused on your little love interest.' With that the vampire's presence had disappeared from her mind.
Her master's last words had sounded slightly irritated. Seras sighed and got back onto the bed dejectedly. So he had heard all of her thoughts about him, and he'd been angered. She hugged her knees to her chest and let out a shaky breath. Hopefully he wouldn't punish her on sight tomorrow. She hadn't realized how disrespectful it was to desire her master as she did.
Lying down, she closed her eyes and fell into a fitful slumber and no matter how disrespectful it was, she couldn't control her thoughts and she dreamt of her master.
"Miss Victoria?"
Seras opened her eyes blearily and looked up at Walter, who was shaking her slightly. Her eyes widened when she noticed that he was wearing a gas mask. "Walter! So it was some weird gas that's been affecting everyone?"
Walter sweatdropped, "Um, not exactly…"
Seras blinked. "Then why…?" she asked slowly.
Walter sighed, "You're going to want to come upstairs for this, Miss Victoria. Sir Integra would like a word with you."
Nodding slightly, she rose and straightened her clothes out. When she looked up again, Walter held a blood pack out to her. She took it from him gratefully, murmuring, "Thank you, Walter, you're an angel."
Walter smiled back, "So I've heard, Miss Police Girl."
When she entered Sir Integra's office, Seras' eyes widened. The older woman was wearing a gas mask just like Walter's. Shaking her head, Seras saluted her master's master, "Sir Integra, what's going on? I don't understand…"
Sitting back in her chair, Integra let out a sigh. Finally, after a long silence, she spoke. "You know I'm not ne to dance arround issues... So I'll just come straight out and say this. Well, to put it simply, Seras…" The vampire leaned forward in anticipation.
"…You're in heat."
Silence, so heavy it was nearly tangible, filled the office. Seras stared at the Hellsing heir in horror. Finally, when she regained control of her vocal chords, she shrieked, "What am I, a bloody Cat!?"
Integra answered with the same ferocity, "No, you're a bloody Vampire!"
Seras immediately became contrite and dropped her head. "I'm sorry, Sir Integra…" it was barely more than a whisper.
Integra's eyes softened and she spoke more softly, "It's alright Seras. It's understandable. You've never gone through something like this before." S
eras nodded slightly. After a few moments she looked up and whispered, "How did you… know?"
Integra leaned back in her chair and sighed. "I've only heard stories about this sort of thing, actually," she admitted. "But when you mentioned that the strange behavior only occurred when you were present, it brought it back to my mind. So I had Walter do the research, and sure enough the cases match our situation. I'm going to guess you've had stronger vapiric powers lately?" Seras' eyes widened and she nodded. So that was why she had been stronger lately.
Integra nodded, "I expected as much. Still…" Integra paused, cocking her head ever so slightly to the side, a somewhat bemused expression on her face.
Seras began to get nervous again. "What?" she asked trying to keep calm.
Integra shook her head when she spoke, "You're scent shouldn't be as strong as it is… In fact humans aren't supposed to be affected at all."
Seras looked confused, "Then how were… the troops, and you and Walter…?"
The other woman frowned, a slightly annoyed look coming over her face, "It could be the fact that Alucard is your sire. Stronger female vampires are supposed to have stronger scents and a stronger attraction." Her face grew dark, "Trust that damn servant of mine to complicate things even when he's not here." She shook her head, "In any case, we're going to have to move you out of the Hellsing facility tonight."
Seras' jaw dropped and she spluttered, "W- What!? Why?"
Integra held a hand up, silencing her. "Calm down, Seras. It's just until your heat passes and it's for your own safety as well. Think about it, you've seen how strongly it affects us humans with our weak sense of smell. How do you think Alucard will react as soon as he nears the compound? Do you understand?"
The former policewoman let out a small, "Eeep!" before nodding her head. The thought of a maniacal master chasing her down and ravishing her was… well actually it was pretty hot but still, it was frightening!
Integra continued, "So we'll need you out of here to give your scent a chance to fade in the next few days…" Suddenly Seras let out a squeak and covered her mouth. Integra raised an eyebrow at her, "Something wrong, Officer Victoria?"
Seras tried to speak but the words wouldn't come. Finally after taking a few calming breaths, she whispered, "Master is coming home… today!"
"What!?" Integra's eyes widened, "He's not due back for another four days!"
Seras shook her head miserably, "He contacted me yesterday. He finished early and was going to return today.
Integra stood immediately, "Dear god, I sense him returning. Seras! Return to your room and stay there!"
Seras ran from the room and Integra sat trying to think of a way of keeping her servant from going berserk and raping his fledgling.