Seras slowly walked along the mostly-clear hallway, trying to clear her mind before she lay in her coffin. She heard another crash from upstairs, and finally pushed herself into her Master's mind, reveling slightly in the familiar feeling.
"You shouldn't be so mean to Winston. He's a really nice guy."
She felt her Master bristle.
"You're lucky my Master won't let me hurt him. I don't like the way he acts toward you," the vampire growled, pushing at her psyche in retaliation. Seras scoffed and began tapping her foot, unaware that she had stopped dead-center of the hallway.
"We're friends, Master. He acts friendly toward me, and I like him."
"Well, I don't." Seras sighed and shook her head. Her Master could sound simply childish sometimes. She supposed it must be the fact that he was male. All men seemed to act like overgrown children sometimes.
"Master, you weren't mad when I was friends with Walter. Why are you so pissed now?" she just couldn't understand his reasoning.
"I knew Walter for far longer than I've known this young brat," he snapped, and she could practically see his face twisted in irritation.
"So what if you knew Walter before I-is this because Walter was an old man!? Is that what you're saying? Jeez, Master, it's not like I've never had a boyfriend before, and I-"
"So that's it, then? This little insolent fuck is your beau?" she felt scorn and something else in his voice, but his mental barriers went up when she tried to delve deeper. "I'd never think that you'd go so low, as to be with a butler." She prickled at the words. She decided to irritate him further and not answer the question at all.
"What does it matter, Master? He's the butler, you're my Master. Potato, po-tah-to. Jobs are only jobs, after all. I can be with anyone I want." She felt a burning pain blast through her skull for a millisecond and gasped, stumbling over to the wall for support.
"Someone's gotten a little cheeky since we've last spoken. It'd do you good to remember your place, Police Girl."
Seras grumbled, but gave in under the pressure of the more powerful vampire. "Yes sir, my Master."
Fulton waited quietly while watching the sun rise, as the red-clad vampire appeared in the office. Taking off his hat, Alucard bowed.
"You called, Master?" he smirked. Fulton frowned, not sure if the vampire was mocking him or being serious.
"Yes, Alucard. Where are you going to sleep? I was wondering if you had a certain room you wanted to be in." he said cooly, ignoring Alucard's sarcasm as easily as if it were Seras in the room with him. Alucard cocked his head, and Fulton turned to see why the vampire was so silent. Raising an eyebrow, Alucard shrugged.
"Well, Master, you could always just put me in Seras' room," he leered. Fulton curbed his gag reflex, trying to remain calm.
"You've got your own coffin." He managed to choke out. At the same time, a shrill voice screeched in both his and (judging by the wince) Alucard's head.
"You've got your own coffin, Master!"
Alucard guffawed at Seras' mental mortification, while Fulton just shook his head. At the same time, a knock on the door alerted them to Winston's presence. He stepped politely inside the room, bowing before glaring at Alucard.
"Sir, I just wanted to let you know I have cream-puffs waiting for you in the refrigerator for breakfast. Also, let Seras know when she wakes up that there are more blood-puffs in the freezer, if she wishes to have them. Otherwise, I'll have her normal dinner ready an hour later than usual." He said with a false cheer, scowling at the vampire the entire time. Alucard sniffed and raised his nose away from the offensive human.
Fulton nodded. Seeing as Winston got one "day" off a week, he often left Seras more than one option for dinner, because he'd return late from visiting his mother in the countryside. He was even a brilliant chef, making frozen blood-popsicles for summer-and even finding a way to warm blood up without it congealing for dishes. When the other's had hot-chocolate in the winter, now Seras could have a cup of warmed blood. Her personal favorite seemed to be blood-puffs, a version of cream-puffs that even Fulton wasn't sure came to be. Winston kept it a secret, saying only that he'd tell the next butler in line when the time came to retire. And, of course, Seras truly appreciated the hard work Winston put into the dishes, even if she couldn't eat the breading on the blood-puffs.
Turning back to the conversation at hand, the young Hellsing frowned at Alucard.
"Now, then. You've got your own coffin; answer me right this time." He tried to say in a commanding voice. Alucard sneered at the boy, placing his hat back onto his head.
"I've already moved my coffin back to my old room, where my belongings have remained untouched. It is in the lower portions of the basement, although you will never have a need to go there," he finally said.
"You know, Alucard, I don't like the way you treat Seras. You tease her, punish her, mock her…. She did raise me, you know." Fulton said quietly, making his face as serious as possible. Alucard lowered his eyebrows.
"You'd do well to remember her advice, boy," he said in a warning tone. Fulton felt himself rise to the challenge. He already was having a hard enough time tolerating the vampire as it was, causing his mischief all over the Manor. He wasn't about to let his servant boss him around! Fulton brought his fist down onto the desk with a loud bang, gritting his teeth.
"Keep messing with me, Servant, and I'll forbid you from talking or touching Seras ever again!" he shouted. Alucard bent down low, snarling like a dog.
"No one is going to tell me what I can and can't do with. my. Childe." He roared. Fulton snarled his nose at the vampire, furious that Alucard was talking about Seras like that. "My Childe"; he said that like he would have said "My dog".
"You need to get out." Fulton said quietly, though his eyes were filled with fury. Alucard set his mouth in a thin line, and phased through the floor with a short bow, leaving Fulton to run his hands through his hair in frustration. That was not the way I wanted that conversation to go down.
Alucard seems to be pushing his boundaries with everyone. Pfft. It's as if he OWNS Seras or something. I dunno, like he's her master or something. (Blatant sarcasm is blatant.)