George squirmed uncomfortably with Becky holding on to her like a stuffed animal. She couldn't just lay there for hours while her thrall slept. It seemed like she, and most humans, slept annoyingly long amounts of time. She herself only needed four hours of sleep. Six, if she felt like sleeping in and being lazy.
Becky, on-the-other-hand needed seven or eight and she refused to sleep alone. If George left her she'd been up in seconds wanting to follow along. It wasn't that she didn't care she just wished she could use the time a little more effectively. She could be doing something, anything, except laying there for and extra four or so hours. Becky was her responsibility though. It was her fault they were bond together. She had gotten a handle on her control since then though or so she assumed. George vanished, moving her body through the shadows the library. Maybe she would read. Her master and her big sister were out working still. Her mother was sleeping and she was a bit bored.
'Master, where are you?' Even in George's mind Becky's mild panic laced her voice.
'I'm coming, Becky, go back to sleep.' George thumbed though the books
'No, Master, I will wait until you come back.'
George could almost see the determined pout on Becky's face No, she could see her lip sticking out and her eyes getting all watery and impatient. George picked up a worn copy of "(in)Famous Horror tales" and returned to her room. Once again Becky sprawled comfortably in her lap and she read in the dim light from the window. With her blazing red eyed the thin strip of moonlight was plenty for her to read by. Bright light was irritating anyway.
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George tapped her foot impatiently as Becky slid a Grey mini-dress over the body suit she normally used as underwear.
"Why are we going to help this intruder?" Becky straitened her dress, standing before her Master. Becky had made a habit of matching her outfits. While George wore pair of grey cargo pants and an inky black Pullover jacket. Rebecca wore a grey mini-dress in the exactly the same shade over lace-top black thigh highs. She even pulled on a black bolero jacket.
"Becky, I want every knife you have on you." George held out her hands expectantly. She was not about to Risk Bobbi's life. If anything was going to torture Bobbi today it was going to be her.
"But..," Becky mumbled, her eyes widening and threatening tears.
"No! Hand them over."
"Yes, Master."
Becky hands blazed over her body. Her thigh, her back, Her ankle and finally her shoulder.
"Becky, I said all of them. I'm assuming you have more. I still don't know how you hide all of these." George pressed Rebecca and the will drained out of her face as she smiled blissfully. Sure, it wasn't a bite, but it was her master touching her mind in a very intimate way. Becky retrieved two more knives from unseen places on her body and handed them over.
'Should I even ask where you got these from?"
Becky just smiled, grabbing her master's arm.
"I hold no secrets from you. All you have to do is ask."
"Let's go. We'll see what Bobbi wants us to do. George ran her hand through her still short hair and pulled Becky out of their room. Becky's long wavy brown hair fluttered and they were gone.
HELLSINGHELLSINGHELLSING.
Integra could feel her irritation rising when she woke up to red eyes staring at her.
"Alucard, I only ask to sleep in once in a blue moon, so can I please be unmolested this morning?"
"I am insulted Sir Hellsing, who said I was intending on molesting you? I'm am a stanche royal gentleman and I take offense."
"You are going to take a bullet to the head if you don't get out of my bed."
"You weren't so angry the last time? It's only natural for parents to have some alone time when thier children are out of the house."
"Alucard, leave. Don't bother coming back in here. Wait a minute, where are the children?"
"As you wish, My Master." Alucard sank though the bed like a hole was cut under him. Integra sighed, rolling over to feel the nice warm sheet press against her skin. WAIT? Her skin?
"ALUCARD YOU WANKING BASTARD!! COME BACK HERE!! AND BRING ME BACK MY PAJAMAS.....AND MY UNDERWEAR!!!"
Alucard reappeared in the kitchen. He grabbed a blood-pack from the fridge and sucked it down while he watched Walter make Integra's breakfast.
"Alucard, Sir," Walter said, his old bones creaking as he leaned down to pull a big skillet from under the counter. "Was that in any way necessary?" He turned the fire up and racked eggs with expert skill.
"Indeed and you know it was, Walter. Integra is wound tighter than a guitar string. I need to snap her every once in awhile to keep her in tune."
Walter couldn't help but laugh. How the hell was this monster so... so.... non-monstrous when it came to Integra.
"Well please take it easy on her today. She has a meeting with the queen this afternoon, she just doesn't know it yet."
"Oh goody, a day out. I was beginning to bore again." Alucard grinned with wolfish delight as he took another greedy glug from his bag.
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George raised her head and her red eyes darkened. She rarely ever tracked anyone. She had no need to, but this time she felt like playing around a bit. It was hunt, it was a game, and she had the ball. Plus how much fun would it be to scare Bobbi.
The world seemed to lose color and be replaced by countless trails of color and energy. George was disoriented by the sensory overload. It was common vampire power... tracking. She could recognize Bobbi's aura anywhere and she honed in on it. It was strange mix between Bobbi's blood an a zing of dark green energy.
"Becky, hang on to me. I'm going to run."
Becky nodded she happily tied her long arms around her mini-master and George seemed to sweep the big girl into her arms and hold her. It should have been awkward. Becky should have been heavy but it was nothing to George. It was like holding a stuffed animal. George disappeared, no, she just moved to fast for most to see. It was different than teleportation. Though as fast as she was her Master and her Big sister were faster and stronger. George watched the world blur around her and Becky as she moved like a rocket. Bobbi's smell led George halfway across town. Then she stopped. She was there and Bobbi was completely unaware. George released a still woozy Rebecca, grinning as she stalked Bobbi. A single claw trailed down the back of Bobbi's neck and she jumped. Bobbi turned so fast she almost tripped, but George was faster. She tapped her shoulder next and Bobbi squealed.
"Hi," George said, hovering over Bobbi and waving down at her.
GEORGE! You scared the hell out of me?"
"Well must not have been much. I don't smell any brimstone on you."
George leaned back in the air as she hovered and floated like a tethered balloon.
"Uhm, George? Why exactly are you five feet off the ground?"
"Because walking is for the weak that let gravity oppress them Bobbi. And...because I can."
Bobbi nodded, what else was she supposed to do? She shuffled on her feet uncomfortable to say the least. It was odd just watching a person ignore gravity… and enjoy doing it.
Bobbi fidgeted, rubbing the back of her neck and chewing her gums, she wondered how she was supposed to start a conversation about the bike... about anything with George. Millions of silly questions and dangerous lethal responses from George ran through her head.
"George, where is Becky? Did you leave her at home?"
'Well that was a normal question good start Bobbi,' the girl told herself. She felt self conscious with George staring down at her. She was suddenly beginning to think that was a stupid question when George tilted her heads in the direction of the car behind her.
"She's over there," George said. George decided that she had insulted gravity enough for now and let her feet touch the ground. "She's probably plotting your untimely demise."
"Thanks for coming, George, tell Becky I'm no threat and I'll show you what I'm working on." Bobbi let loose with a dark grin as she shook her purple dyed head.
"Fine by me. Becky, stop stalking Bobbi with that pipe or I'll put you in time out."
Bobbi turned her head to look at George like she had just grown a third arm. Bobbi considered the fact that she might be able to and stifled a giggle.
"She gets time outs?"
"Yeah, she has to spend a certain amount of time at a set distance away from me."
"Doesn't seem so bad," Bobbi said, hunching her shoulder into a bored shrug. "She just has to hang back for ten minutes right?"
"No, it's not so bad… it is hellish torture. Becky's every cell screams for her to be close to me she is completely cut off though. She is in indescribable pain as her very soul begs to be close to me. Becky hates time outs. So let's get a look at this clunker of yours."
Bobbi nodded as she grabbed George's arm to drag her through the junkyard. Becky glared at her for doing so and grabbed George's other arm. It was a short walk, just around to the back of the main shed. Then Bobbi released George's arm and ran excitedly towards her back. She held in hands out in a "tada" manner and announced...
"This is it. This is my baby!"
George blinked at the little motorbike and almost laughed. It was tiny decrepit pile of rust and looked like it was barely leaning. It had to be useless. Was that thing even capable of being fixed? It looked like it had been eaten by a red fungus and George couldn't begin to imagine how long this would take.
"Tell me this isn't the machine you were talking about?"
Bobbi nodded, blushing and biting her tongue accidentally as she gasped.
"I know it's in bad shape, but the junk guy said I can have it for a steal. And I really really want to fix it. I figure I can scrounge for parts in the junk yard and see what happens. We even have a few things in the repair shop behind the shed."
"No," George said.
"No? You're actually going to stop me from fixing up the bike?"
"No, it's a piece of shit! I can actually smell it from downwind and I can give you a bike from our motor pool better than this one. And it'll run to boot."
Bobbi looked hurt and insulted. She looked like she had just been slapped with her wide shocked eyes and her confused rapid blinking.
"I… uhm, thanks George...but no. I don't want to be given anything. This is my bike. I'm gonna pay for her and I'm gonna fix her."
"Wow, growing a backbone, I see." George's mocking grin brought a smile to Bobbi's face. It was more like the real George she knew. "Olivia will be surprised."
Becky just smirked at her. No way her master would help someone who had just spurned her generous offer.
"I'm not a coward or an entourage," Bobbi said. Her face flushed as she felt adrenaline run though her system, lighting a twinge of anger in her. She wasn't a lackey, she liked Olivia. She wasn't her groupie either, not like the Cheerlosers. "I'm just as capable as anyone else."
"And so you are. So what do you want from me?"
Bobbi didn't know whether to blush or be mad at George her for calling her weak and helpless. It looked like she was failing at this attempt to befriend George. She couldn't help the blush that spread across her dark cheeks. George was so cool! She was pretty, smart, and so bold.
"I just thought...that we could work on this together...as friends."
George thought about it. If she befriended Bobbi, she'd catch hell from Rebecca. But it wasn't like the thrall had any choice anyway. Not if George really wanted it. Then there was Olivia to consider. Bobbi was still friends with her. Of course any chance to piss Olivia off was worth taking. And stealing her "best friend" was definitely the way to do it. George grinned evilly.
"We can take this back to my place and get Pip and Sis to help out with finding the parts. He's bound to have them in the car pool. I bet he'd even loan us some tools."
"WAIT! Rewind, you have a garage at your house?"
"Of course we do. And an armory and a library." told Rebecca, in a haughty manner.
Bobbi sniffed dramatically leaning in close to George just a few centimeters from brushing her with her nose. She relished in how Becky nearly hissed at her. George shot her a reprimanding look and Becky went silent and still. Then Bobbi stood back and laughed as she gave her verdict.
"You don't smell filthy stinking rich."
"You don't want to know how you smell, Bobbi." George's eyes took on a cast as darker than old red wine and she pushed Bobbi back. "Word of advice, Bobbi-boy, never talk about how you smell around a vampire, okay?"
Bobbi gulped as she saw George's fangs peak over her pouty lips. Something about the way George was looking at her made Bobbi waaaay too warm. It made her head fuzzy and it made her feel like swooning in a very non-awesome way.
"Master, are you aware that you're mesmerizing her?" Becky glared very pointedly at the dizzy girl under HER master's power. She didn't deserve that honor so she was going to stop it. George blinked and the fuzziness was out of Bobbi's head.
"HEH, don't know my own strength I guess."
"Uhm, you're a vampire, but you are up and out in the day, how can you do that?"
"I'm not a normal vampire. I've got an unusual makeup. SO you want to take this to the shop and work on it. If I saw not to bother it Pip and Sis won't."
"Thank you George, I would like that." smiled Bobbi.
She had won..sort of. George was now a non-hostile. Then Bobbi looked over at Rebecca, who was staring daggers at her. Rebecca however was still VERY hostile. Trying not to let it get to her, Bobbi took the bike's handle bars and began to walk the bike away.
"Where are you going?" George looked at Bobbi a sad grin on he face. She had never had a friend that knew she was a vampire. The only other friend she had was Veronica from back in Elementary school and she hadn't seen her in years.
"I thought we were taking the bike to your house. We're not?"
"The human way will take hours. Come here and hold my hand," George ordered, stretching out her faintly clawed hand.
Bobbi blinked. That's right George was a vampire. She could...what was the word...teleport? Transport? Bobbi wondered if teleporting would hurt before George laughed at her.
"Only if Becky hits you. Just hold on tight, now get on the bike."
Bobbi did. She straddled the old bike, ignoring the fact that she was getting dirt and oil and stains all over her jeans. George grabbed a hold of Bobbi's bike and Becky grabbed a hold of George. George just smiled as she teleported them all home.
Instantaneously, they were all in the Hellsing Motor pool. Bobbi gaped in awe and whistled. Next to her bike, this was all so 22nd century.
"You've got a jet?!" Bobbi squealed, staring up in awe and worship at the small speedy fighter jets, choppers, jeeps and even tanks.
George just chuckled at her and Rebecca turned up her nose. Becky looked down at Bobbi from the tips of her nose and grimaced.
"Peasant," she groaned.
"Now be nice, Becky, or I'll send you to our room," George commanded, as she helped Bobbi find her way back to reality.
"Would you mind if I sat in it?" Bobbi asked, her eyes going starry and pleading. George giggled at the girl acting so... loving over the machines. She was on the verge of begging as she ran her hand along the sleek shell of the plane.
"Sure, no problem."
George grabbed Bobbi under her shoulders and levitated them off the ground. She deposited her in the cockpit and then sat on the edge of the frame.
"So what do you think? This is the Hellsing Motor pool. The main house is up there and the training grounds are around back."
"I think....that you are soooo lucky~! I wish I lived here. You are sooo filthy stinking rich I can't stand it!"
"You could," thought George, as she again took a whiff of Bobbi's virgin blood.
'Stop it George! You got over that. JUST STOP!'
"George!" The deep heavily French accented baritone rose up to George sitting on the nose of the jet.
George looked down. It was Pip.
"You know your mum said stay out of the jet. You'd better get down before she sees you. She's in a foul mood today, she is."
"Probably was Master's fault." George snickered, melting through the frame to sit next to Bobbi. "Tour's over, Bobbi-boy, time to get down." George ghosted them both back to the ground.
"Who's your little friend, George?'
"Pip, this is Bobbi...," George turned to the rust covered hap near the jet. "And this is Bobbi's bike. Can we borrow..."
"That's a bike?"
"Yes, and don't ask her about it, She gets real defensive. Its her baby."
Pip laughed. He saw the girl bouncing with excitement at all the shiny machines, high powered vehicles, and top of the line tools.
"Yeah, I was like that with my first car. Bobbi, right?" The girl nodded at Pip finally tearing her attention away from the other vehicles. "Just make sure you put all the tools back where you find them or Walter will have your head. And, George, make sure you report the parts. I need to keep inventory. TOUCH NONE OF THE HEAVY EQUIPMENT, understood?"
"Ok. no problem. Come on Bobbi, shall we get started?"
"Ok. Uhm, George, who's Walter?"
"Our Butler."
"You have a butler too?"
"Yeah," he's my uncle. He is awesome and the greatest cook in the history... of history.
"You are such a peasant." Becky complained, stepping between Bobbi and George.
"Becky...are you gonna help or do you want to go to our room?"
"I'll help, Master. I will always be willing to help you."
A howl split the air and Ink, the giant wolf-ish Doberman with red eyes came bounding through the garage door. He tackled Bobbi knocking her to the ground. The big dog barked, his tail wagging so fast it was nearly a blur.
"What the hell?" Becky frowned what was up with Ink glomping the intruder. He had only growled at her. He had even tried to kill her a while back "He never did that to me."
"He hates you, Becky, he thinks you replaced him. Bobbi's just a new face. Ink, you damn crazy dog, STOP THAT!!" George was horrible insulted when Ink completely ignored her.
"Damn it Ink, I said Stop!"
"Hahahaha, he's licking me," Bobbi squealed, between bouts of bubbling laughter. It tickled the giant mutt seemed to love her.
"He's tasting you," Becky said, a dark grin curving her glossy pink lips upwards. "Maybe you can make a good dog food."
"Oh bushy bushy, who's a good boy? Who's a good dog?" Bobbi rubbed Ink's thick neck as she pampered him with sweet cooing baby talk. "Who's a sweet puppy? You, that's who." Ink barked and whimpered happily as he laved Bobbi with sloppy dog kisses.
"Not him," George hissed. Then she took a stronger hand against Ink. She let her hands glow red and grabbed him by the tail. "I SAID DOWN BOY!!"
Ink howled in pain and stopped licking Bobbi. He sat quietly with his tail between his legs and whimpered. He growled ominously at George and Becky as he thumped his wounded tail. The injured fluffy appendage was tucked around his back leg and he whimpered.
"Aw, what did you do to him?" Bobbi got up and was about to console the chastised canine when George stopped her.
"Don't let him fool you. He's a damn bastard. He isn't an ormal dog Ink is a very disrespectful hellhound." Geroge looked directly at Ink and Bobbi could see the small war raging between them. "Ink, go."
Ink stayed. He laid down, letting his big head drop onto his paws. He looked lazy and innocent just sitting there.
'I want to stay and meet this new pet of yours. I like her can we replace Rebecca with her? She smells much better.'
"I said GO. I am your master I gave you a command, you aren't even supposed to be here. Didn't Master tell you to stay in the shadows since you attacked Becky? "
"I wanted to come home. So I did. Little master, you should be able to send me away if you want to.' With that, Ink smirked at her, a lopsided doggy pant, letting his red eyes blaze into her and left. And so after all that excitement, The girls began working on the bike. The first thing to do was to get the bike cleaned up. It was scrubbed and polished, forcing layer after layer of rust and grime to fall in defeat to their sponges and their steel wool.
"Becky, go get us some hot water, would you?".
"Yes, Master," she responded to George. Then she looked at Bobbi, it was a warning. "I'll be right back." Bobbi could here the unspoken Do not try anything funny with MY George.
Bobbi laughed, but only when Becky was out of sight and earshot. She battled the dark smudges of dirt and oil on the wheels when she turned to George.
"Is she always like that?"
"Becky? Yeah, so watch yourself and don't go anywhere in this house without me. She can't help it she sees you as a threat ... as competition."
"OK," Bobbi said smiling. She could live with that rule. She could get lost in this place by herself. Once all the age and rust had been scrapped off, the girls cleaned the bike from handle-bars to undercarriage. It didn't shine, but at least it didn't' look like rust covered crap anymore. It just looked like crud of the average variety.
While Bobbi and Becky cleaned the bike, George took a book off of the workbench shelf.
"Hm, everything but a bike like this," mumbled George. "This could be hard. Hey, can you two stay out of trouble till I get back? There are no books of how to fix this bike in here. I'm going to go ask pip for a diagram."
"I can help you look, Master."
"No, you will stay here and protect Bobbi from Ink. Keep that demon dog out of the garage,. I'll deal with him later."
"Like I would. I'd happily let her be turned into kibble," Becky thought, sticking her nose up to look down at Bobbi. 'Nah, Ink wouldn't eat her... he doesn't like junk food.'
"I heard that," chuckled George. She couldn't help but find that funny. Becky couldn't tell but Bobbi was anything but junk food. She had very very intriguingly rich blood. She smelled like fine wine and expensive chocolate... delicious.
"Will Ink protect me from Becky," Bobbi asked as she lovingly rubbed the new clean handlebars of her bike.
"He won't have to. You know what will happen to you Bobbi is harmed, don't you Becky?"
"Yes, Master,' Becky said. She lowered her head in shame and then looked directly into Georges red eyes. "I'll keep Ink away from the intruder. I won't harm her in any way."
"I'll be right back. Be good."
And with that, George was gone. Becky waited a second longer to make sure George was really gone. She reached out feeling for her Master's presence in the shadows ... she felt nothing accept the thread tying her to George tighten as her master moved farther away. Then she tore into Bobbi.
"I know what you're doing!" Rebecca hissed, wiggling an accusatory finger at Bobbi.
"What?"
"Your trying to steal MY George from me. MY Master!"
"I'm not. I don't want George... I just want her to be my friend. I know that you are connected to her. I'm just a normal girl I don't want to take her from you."
"LIAR," Becky shrieked. "Yes you are. But it won't work. George is mine. I am hers... and you don't fit in this picture."
"And you can have her. I just wanted to..."
"Make her yours by impressing her with this bike, right? Draw her into her web so you can replace me. . I belong with George you should just vanish and be thankful she hasn't eaten you yet. I keep her full I am the one she needs, not you. George likes strong and independent girls she hates prissy weak followers like you."
"Then why does she tolerate you and hate Olivia? You're just as prissy as Olivia... you even wear the same type of clothes."
That was the wrong question to ask and Bobbi knew it. The very second she said it she knew she could have been killed. Becky glared at her. The brown drained out of her eyes to be replaced by dull grey. If George hadn't given her the order not to harm Bobbi, she would have buried a knife in her throat before she had taken another breath. She would have enjoyed removing this peasant from her master's shadow.
"How dare you ....?" was as far as Becky got before George returned.
"I got this book from Pip. He said....," then George felt the heated anger coming from Becky. It was like a dark cloud around her normally happy thrall. It was dangerous and she could actually feel Becky struggling against her order not to attack Bobbi. "Pissed her off again, did you?"
"Wasn't hard. Me breathing seems to piss her off," Bobbi said, turning back to cleaning the bike.
"Uh hm, well this book should help us fix this heap up. It has a picture of what the bike is supposed to look like as well as a list of parts. Becky..."
"Yes, Master."
"Will you get these parts for me? And let me know if you need any help carrying them."
"Yes, Master," Becky said the brown light returning to her eyes and the tension easing from her shoulders. "It is MY pleasure to serve you."
Becky took the book from George and went to the supply closet.
"There you go, now you can breathe again for a while."
Even getting the bike cleaned up took all afternoon and it was well into the evening when they started looking over the diagrams and parts list Pip had given them.
"Well, I'd better go," Bobbi said, standing up to stretch and letting her stiff muscles relax..
"Go? It's the middle of the night. You might as well stay here. I'm sure Uncle Walter left us dinner."
"What?!" Bobbi looked for a clock, scanning the large garage for the timing device. She found one above the garage door. It blinked 10:43 pm in bold red digital numbers. "Holy shit! Its that late?! Good thing my folks work late they'd kill me if they knew I was out this late."
"Yep, don't worry though. I had Walter make a bed up for you."
'When did you do that? I don't remember you...," George shook her head and let her sharp little pointed teeth flash at Bobbi.
"I'm a vampire, remember? I told him mentally the whole telepathy thing is useful.."
"Well that comes in handy, doesn't it?" I don't mean to put you out or anything. I could go home...,"
"Nah, its cool. I'll even show you our bikes. Yours doesn't deserve to be called a bike in comparison. I'm sure it's fine if you stay over."
"No it isn't," Becky piped, shock making her overreact. "She's not sleeping with us right? She should go home... if we're lucky something will eat her on the way."
"She'll have to. Given the nature of our household it's unsafe for her to sleep anywhere else. I'm not the only vampire here."
Then a chilling macabre laugh echoed, seeming to make the temperature in the room drop. Then all three of them looked up. There, hanging from the curved ceiling of the garage, was Alucard. His red eyes glinted over the tops of his orange sun glasses and his fangs poked his lower lip in a bleak grin.
"You needn't worry about me, Little Dracula, she too young for me. I like my girls over twenty-one. She isn't ripe yet." Alucard seemed to just let gravity affect him and he fluttered to the floor to bow before Bobbi. "So, this is the little hellion bold enough to cut your hair, huh?"
"Hello, Old one," Bobbi began, her Romanian flowing in perfect inflection. This was real vampire she had never seen anything so scary.
"HAHAH, So you have manners, do you? You speak my language. Then Alucard pulled off his bright orange glasses and she really saw Alucard's eyes. They were deep and frightening like pits leading to her death. She had never seen anything as terrifying as the power Alucard carried with him. THUMP! Bobbi collapsed to the floor unconscious. She had fainted.
"Thanks a lot, Master. Couldn't you tone it down by maybe...a thousand, you know to bearable levels of crazy?"
Alucard just laughed more and disappeared. "She's an impressive one, this Bobbi; she actually managed to look at me. No one has done that since Integra.
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Bobbi woke up on a big fluffy body-pillow blinded by the darkness.
"Uhg, what happened?"
"You met Master, no big deal. He does that to most people." George said, pushing Becky who was holding her waist tighter than a corset.
Becky laughed, shaking her head at Bobbi before saying, "You fainted like a wuss. I swear I've seen kittens braver than you, Babs."
"Do. Not. Call. Me. Babs." Bobbi demanded, tossing the pillow at Becky.
She did not get the satisfaction of seeing the pillow smack the irritatingly possessive thrall. Instead Becky caught it and placed it under George's head. For some reason that just made Bobbi angrier.
"Both of you behave! I will be putting you both in time out if you don't stop the bickering. I'll lock you in the basement Becky, a whole horrible four floors below me. I'll make you sleep in there. Bobbi, I can lock you out of the garage and your baby will die a sad lonely death under a tank, understand?"
"YES," both girls said simultaneously.
"Good."
A soft knock came at the door and before George could even say anything, Becky was opening it and flipping on the lights. She wasn't surprised by who it was, but she was surprised by what she was wearing.
"Hey, Sis, what are you doing home? You off tonight?"
Seras stood there in a pink nightgown and an adorable blush. She was even holding the bunny George had put in Alucard's room.
"Uhm, is that the bunny from Master's room, Sis?"
"Yeah, the poor thing needed therapy. Integra scarred his poor plush mind so bad he has nightmares. So I let him sleep with me.
"Riiiight, you let him sleep with you. It has nothing to do with you wanting to cuddle the fluffy bunny, right?"
Seras grinned, making her spiky blond hair bounce as she nodded. "Nope nothing at all. Anyway, Georgey, there are no missions tonight. So I was hoping...that I could… join the sleepover?"
Bobbi was struck silent. THAT, was George's sister. She was gorgeous. There was almost no resemblance other than them both having blonde hair. While George was short and skinny, just beginning to pack on lean muscle. Seras was tall and had more curves than a roller-coaster.
"Hott!"
That was all Bobbi managed to mutter before all three pair of eyes turned to glance at her in confusion. Bobbi bowed her head in shame and in great embarrassment. Had she said that out loud?
"Sorry."
"Yeah, I know. She's built like a brick house and stacked like pancakes. I'm a frumpy little freak, moving on."
"I didn't mean...,"
"No, its ok. I'm learning to deal with it. My sisters are just ... beautiful. Oh, by the way, Seras this is Bobbi. Bobbi this is my sister Seras."
But before that bit of embarrassment, Bobbi nearly literally drooling over Seras, was over with George was in for another. Namely, her mother, screaming various forms of bloody murder from right down the hall.
"Alucard, you bastard! If you don't put me down, I swear I will shoot you... with a silver bullet... in the face!"
George, Rebecca, Bobbi, and Seras gawked as Girlycard walked, literally, through the door with Integra squirming in his...ah her arms. Girlycard grinned her long black hair tied up in a high ponytail. She had on Dark red Short Shorts and a tank top with an adorable cartoon bat. Bobbi blinked, what was with the overload of very attractive women? Integra growled at Alucard in her frilly Pink negligee. The sheer little thing seeming to hang off of her like it was a size too big.
"Alucard, I demand to know the meaning of this. Why the hell am I wearing this monstrous pink tissue paper?"
"Oh, stop it, Integra, It's just us girls tonight a slumber party isn't complete without the older kids crashing and telling embarrassing stories. You've always wanted to go to a sleepover and now is your chance." Girlycard laughed, tossing Integra onto George's bed. Integra tumbled her glasses sliding down her nose as she tried to pull her legs under her in her horribly indecent shorts.
"Dare I ask?" Sera asked, squeezing the White Rabbit to her impressive chest. .
"No," said Integra, curtly. "Just know that this was his idea."
"His?" Bobbi looked at girlycard pointedly ignoring her long silky legs and the fuzzy black bear slippers with tiny bat wing ears. Also ignoring her ample cleavage that was barely covered by the tank top. Then she finally made it to her glittering red eyes. "Old One, do you wear women's clothes?"
"No, I wear their bodies. I am a shape shifter, remember. No need to be a cross dresser when I can be whatever gender I want."
"Are all the stories true then?"
"Only some of them." he chuckled.
"Ok, that's just TMI, Master," George groaned, shaking her head with embarrassment. Then she recovered. "Does this mean you're staying?"
"Yes." Girlycard responded, Climbing on the bed to tackle Integra in a hug.
"No," said Integra slapping the female Alucard upside the face. "You're an even bigger letch as a woman. Now get off of me!"
"Master, I am attempting to fulfill a wish of yours. Do you not appreciate this?"
"Don't start with me Alucard. OFF!!"
"Oh sit down, master, It will be fun," he told her pushing her back down on the bed. "Ghost stories, smores, popcorn, shadow-puppets, truth-or-dare, pillow fights... jello wrestling."
"Well, If no one else will be joining us." George said, dropping back into her mother's lap.
"Well, I could put Walter and Pip in dresses...," Alucard suggested, turning over to lay on his stomach and swing his legs.
"Hell no," Integra shouted. "Poor Walter would die of shame and Pip...well Pip might like it."
"HAHAHAHA, Quite right, let's not start a trend. I couldn't deal with Pip stealing my thunder."
"I don't think my bed is big enough to hold all of you. Becky, me, and Bobby can squeeze in it but..,"
"Wait, doesn't Becky have her own bed?"
"Yes, but she always sleeps with me," George said, pointing to Becky lying right next to her with Alucard and Integra.
"No, tell Becky to go sleep in her own damn bed."
"Master, please tell this intruder to go sleep in her own damn poor house where she belongs!"
"Girls, play nice or I will feed both of you to the dog. Ink is hungry. Besides, girls don't sleep on sleepovers anyway."
"Then why do they call them sleepovers," George asked. Then she seemed to realize what Alucard had just said and smacked her self upside the head. "You, brought Ink back up here?"
George's question was ignored as Seras giggled at Alucard's twirling of his hair and intense expression of silliness. It was strange, that expression did not belong on Alucard... even if he was a girl.
And what, pretell then, do they do," Integra asked, glancing at Girlycard. She poked his side as she glared at him. "And how exactly do you know about these sacred 'girl' rituals?"
Girlycard grinned, fangs and all, at the chance to spend time with and educate his girls.
"Oh just about anything. Pillow fights, trade cooking recipes, talk about boys, give each other makeovers, and practice kissing."
"Eck," groaned George, at the last suggestion. Bobbi on the other hand blushed. She refused to admit how she was not so upset about the prospect of kissing Seras.
"What can I say; I've spent a lot of time with women." He leered at Integra, brushing her ear with 'her' lips. "It's an interesting experience to say the least."
Seras snickered, Integra rolled her eyes, and George thought about sleeping in the hall. at least then she would not need to bleach the images of this night from her mind. Bobbi was concentrating on keeping her blood pressure low enough to avoid a nosebleed that would be borderline catastrophic hemorrhage.