100 Drops of Blood
by dark-angel-rising
I apologize for the shortness of this chapter. But I've got only a few minutes until I have to leave to help at a craft fair, because my school is big on the whole 'volunteered to volunteer' thing. Anyway, please don't review saying it's short. I swear on Alucards sexiness that the next chapter will be way bigger.
To say that Alucard was in a bad mood would have been the understatement of the century.
To the red-clad vampire, it was just one of those nights when everything was wrong.
His glasses were refusing to behave themselves, leaving him to walk around the Manor without his shades. His evening blood didn't taste as good as it used to, for some reason that was beyond him.
His boots were too loud on the stone floors, his gloves to itchy, his chambers too cramped, his coat too hot, and his hat made his head feel heavy.
The maids that were cleaning the upper levels were too chatty, the floors too dusty, and overall, the atmosphere made him want to pull out his Jackal and take out his frustirations on a few innocent humans.
After terrorizing his master (and getting filled with about a dozen bullets) he stalked back to the basement grumbling about Hellsings and their lack of a sense of humor. Suddenly, his fledgeling's rambling and jumbled thoughts mixed with his own. He looked up and saw her standing by his door, nervously fidgeting and blushing.
Alucard grinned and walked over to her.
Suddenly, everything seemed perfect.
Author's Note –
Oh dear god the ending was cheesy! More cheese than Wisconsin! GAHHH!
You ever had one of those days when everything is wrong and you wish everyone was dead? I do, and they are the inspiration to this story.
DAR