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Chapter 49: Undercover can be fun!

'Hey Al, can you appear, ya' know, a little older?' Willow's mental voice echoed within Alucard's mind as they two of them walked towards the hidden entrance to the Demon Club. He could hear the lurking laughter in her words. 'Maybe look in your mid-twenties? You look cute and all, but with what I planned to do, I need a consenting adult."

Girl-Alucard paused in mid-step, staring up at his mate's back with his head cocked to the side, as he contemplated what she was asking of him. He watched as she stopped in the middle of the road, waiting for a response, and not saying anything further. His eyes glowed as his thoughts raced, and then a slow, devilish smile grew on his face. Truly, his lady was a devious, female, and that was only one of the many things he admired about her.

Willow held her breath, waiting for a reply. The next thing she knew, there was a slim body at her back, with one slender arm wrapping around her waist, and another sliding under her breasts. The person leaned against her, leaving Willow in no doubt of the tall feminine body behind her. The figure towered over her, and black silky hair caressed the flesh of her throat as Girl-Alucard whispered in her ear. "Will this do, little tree? After all, I would hate to disappoint."

"Ah…yeah." She gasped, her cheeks flushing. She could feel the firm breasts pushing against her shoulder blades, and the thought of them led to many naughty images filling her mind.

"Are you sure princess?" Girl-Alucard teased, turning his attention to her other ear, before giving the lobe a nip.

She tilted her head, allowing him better access to the rest of her throat, all the while a smirk grew on her face. "Oh, I'm sure Draca…" She purred as she pushed back, taking pleasure at of warmth she felt, just before she stepped away suddenly. "…but now it not the right time to show you my appreciation. We have a demon to meet and taunt." She walked on, glancing over her shoulder, flashing Girl-Alucard a wink before she continued on. "Time to play…"

&

The Club was at full capacity, with an assortment of demons, weres, and magical beings, all mingling happily together at both the bar and on the dance floor, with a few thrill-seekers sneaking off to dark corners for a little fun. Any thoughts of species prejudices were to be left outside on the street; otherwise, the Sanctuary Spell protecting the building would go into effect and would scorched the ass of any one unfortunate enough to have broken the rules. It was safe to say, most of the patrons learned to play nice over the years; the fear of a fiery death will do that.

In the mist of all the action, bodies moved together on the dance floor, slick skin glistening with sweat, low murmurs echoing on the air, with limbs clasping and pulling, and flesh brushing against flesh. The drinks flowed and kept coming, and the music's vigorous beat pulsed throughout the club, setting the mood.

In the middle of the dancing horde, a large crowd gathered to watch two vampires moving against each other in a slow, sensual maneuvering of arms and legs that had the patron's eyes widening with awe. No one had ever seen these two creatures before, but they kept a respectable distance from the vampires. Everyone in the club could feel the power and control the two possessed, and no one was stupid enough to interfere with the dance, thus, the crowd enjoyed the display before them, even as the vampires ignored those surrounding them, their ruby eyes locked only on each other as the moved together as one.

Some distance away, a pale gaze narrowed at the sight. He waited a moment to observe, noting the level of power held in check, before he turned. He bent slightly at the waist, and whispered into the ear of his master. "Sir, two unknowns, female and vampire."

Xavier, the owner of the club, paused with his drink half way to his mouth. He was concerned. Mitch, his right-hand man, would only bring to his master's attention the presence of a threat, anyone of suspicious strength and power, and now he speaks of two…"Arrange a meeting."

&

'Angel, Spike, you guys want to have some fun?"

The two demons hidden on the roof, glanced over at each other after hearing Willow's silent question in their minds. Spike shrugged in answer, a gleam in his blue eyes as he stared at his grandsire. It was boring waiting outside. He would rather be with the witch inside, brewing up some trouble. He didn't care if they were recognized, or not.

Angel gave a nod of agreement with a small smirk on his face, before voicing his thoughts. 'What do you have in mind, little one?'

'We're going to be meeting Xavier at his table in the back of the club.' Willow went on to explain about her cover-name, and the fake history 'Rowan' shared with the Scooby Gang. 'I'm thinking a play-by-play of bad cop-good-cop? You're here searching for us, and now you've found us. Should shake Xavier up a bit?'

'Perhaps partake of a drink or two? I am… willing to share…' Alucard cut in smoothly, his mental voice a low purr of anticipation; nothing like having warm blood straight from the source he always thought. Demons filled the club…no humans to set off the Hellsing Seals if he decided to steal a sip here or there.

'Stag a fight, ah? A quick punch and grab…' Spike murmured in glee. 'Oi, talk about a take-out meal! Count me in.'

Angel rolled his eyes, vexed by his grandchilde's juvenile behavior. 'A little finesse would do well on your part boy!' He warned.

'Yeah, right, like ya're Mister Cool!' Spike scoffed. 'I remember you well Angelus. A tease is what ya' are, keeping a tight leash on everyone…Don't bite that Spike! No, not now Spike! He's too old Spike…'

'Now boys…' Willow scolded, holding back her amusement at their antics. It sometimes surprised her to think how much older then her, these two vampires were; they certainly didn't act like it. 'If you want to play, you have to promise to get along. We don't want to mess this up.'

'…Fine.' Spike pouted.

'Alright Will.' Angel agreed, though he glared over at grandchilde, the look on his face promising large amounts of pain should the blond demon get too out of hand. 'What's our time frame?'

'Fifteen minutes should suffice.' Alucard decided. 'The Sanctuary Spell will…'

Willow gave a quiet laugh. 'Oh, don't worry about that. I have that covered…'

&

"This is creeping me out…" Buffy complained as she strode into Gile's office, interrupting his late night tea break. Xander glanced up at his position on the other side of Giles's desk, forgetting the paper work spread out before him.

The Head-watcher stood, pushing his chair back, a frown of concern darkening his face. "What is, and in what way Buffy?" He questioned.

The blond Slayer threw her hands up in the air as she paced the room. "Someone's messing with our girls. The Squad Leaders just reported that someone followed them again tonight. Not in the open, like the others from Rome." She replied as she paused and began to tap her foot. "Martha, Sam, and Chris have said they felt like they were being watched during the day, and as well as tonight. Mary and Cara both said the same…While at the doctor's office, Jessica had someone tailing her and little Karen saw someone at the mall." She turned, narrowing her eyes on her old teacher. "They can't do their jobs if they are distracted."

Giles gave a wary half smile. "Distraction is a learning experience…"

"Sometimes, sure… but not in this." She insisted, once more waving her hands. "They're Watching Us! Seeing what we do, how we do it, and when we do it…like a hungry tiger ready to devour us whole!" She hissed the last, her gaze full of anger as she stared intently at her Watcher. "I don't like it. It feels…"

Giles stepped around the desk, passing Xander with a quick motion of the head to keep silent for the moment. He had spent too many years helping, teaching, and fighting along side this young woman, not to realize when he should be paying attention to her instincts. She hadn't led him wrong yet.

"Like what?"

Buffy lowered her head, her bangs hiding her face and her hands fisted at her sides. "…Like we're being hunted."

He leaned back against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest. He regarded the woman before him thoughtfully, and then gave a slow nod of the head in understanding. "We are not prey, are we?" He murmured softly.

Her head jerked up, and her eyes glowed with the Slayer hidden within. "No, not then, and not now." She looked over at Xander, grinning slightly at the encouraging look on his face. She could always count on her friends. After a moment, her smile turned to a cocky smirk. "Maybe it's time we do a little spying of our own?"

&

Seras ran through the dense forest, silently rushing past the foliage and skirting around the trunks of trees; running as if the hounds of heel were hot on her heels. A snap in the distance alerted her to the presence behind her. She skidded to a stop, the soles of her boots digging into the ground beneath her feet as she bent low at the waist, just as thin strings of metal scooped down upon her from above. She rolled her upper body in a complete circle as the wires made another turn, before she dropped forward to the ground. Using her hands, she pushed herself up and flipped backwards to her feet, bending down in a low crouch, her gaze searching the shadows.

She heard the tiny twang on the air, her ears perking at the sound. She reached back for her pistols and raised them in front of her face and chest in a defensive position. Her flashing crimson colored eyes caught sight of the thin streams of moon light reflected off the wires heading back for her. Her arms rose and she spun on her bent knee, arching back once more as she used the barrels of her guns to push the stings of metal away from her body.

The tree to her right fell, the trunk cut clean through. She didn't even flinch but listened as the whistle caused by Walter's weapon of choice faded away. She heard the murmurs of the night; the rustle of the wind, the chirping of the bugs, the hoot of a night owl…and nothing else. She stood, muscles tensed as she waited for the next attack. Her gaze widened for a moment as six grenades flew towards her. She spun about, placing her back against the bark of a tree, watching as the grenades past by harmlessly, landing a few feet away. She bent low at the knees, then she jumped up into the branches above, landing on the balls of her feet, and she waited.

In the next second, the grenades blew, and Seras used the momentum caused by the explosion to the trees below to fly forward, her speed increased as she pounced from one tree branch to another. Soon, she became a blur to any seeing eyes. Her eyes flashed as she caught sight of her partner a few meters away. A smirk played at the corners of her mouth.

The trick was waiting until the last possible moment, Seras decided. She heard the wires heading towards her once more. She jumped, and landed a couple of feet behind Pip, and just as the strings of steel met her skin, she changed her base form into a thick mist. The wires hit the ground at Pip's feet, causing the Hellsing Captain to fly back from the force of the hit, his arms covering his face from the debris. Without giving him a second to think, Seras appeared at his back, her hand griping his neck and holding him off the ground.

"Say Uncle…," she whispered into the Captain's ear, though her eyes stayed locked on a dark figure some distance away.

"Uck…" Pip groaned just before he past out.

Seras blinked, not realizing she had used too much of her strength. She let go, and the Captain dropped to the forest floor. She shrugged before glancing over at the trees. "Are we done?" She wondered.

"We are Major Victoria." Walter replied as he stepped into the clearing, his eyes amused. The young vampire was improving daily, and it made him proud. He stepped over and picked up the unconscious man. "That is enough training for the night. Sir Integra wishes to see you."

"Okay." She agreed as they stepped into the shadows, and appeared inside the Hellsing Manor, just outside Sir Integra's office. "I'll see ya' later then Walter." She called as she knocked at the office door.

"Enter."

"Good evening Sir Integra." Seras greeted her boss as she took position in front of the desk.

The leader of the Hellsing Order stared up at the vampire, her blue eyes sharp. "I take it the training session went well?" Integra questioned.

Seras gave a nod in reply, waiting. There was a purpose to her visit.

"I've received a call from Mister Giles." Integra stated as she reached for her cigar case. She pulled out a cigar. "Miss Lisa's report stated those of Section 13 have the Hellsing Slayer Squad under observation. We knew this already. Miss Summer's believes there is more to the matter then the agreements of the Alliance. She feels the young ladies are being hunted."

"Well," Seras replied as she rubbed the back of her neck. "It does seem strange."

"What do you mean?" Integra questioned with a narrowed glance.

"That's all the Iscariot is doing really, following the girls." Seras answered with a frown. "…Everywhere, even during the day…"

"Hum…" Integra lit up the cigar, a thoughtful look on her face. "It is time we took care of this matter. Report to me first thing tomorrow Major."

"Yes sir."

Integra stared at the closed door once Seras had left with her mind full of ideas and plans. Perhaps Miss Summers was right. It was high time the Iscariot learned they were not pushovers…The phone on her desk started to ring, disturbing her thoughts. She was slightly surprised to see the number showing on Call-Display. Had she not just spoken to Mr. Giles?

"Hello Mr. Giles….My apologies Mr. Harris." She answered smoothly once she realized she was speaking to the young Watcher, and not to the Leader of the New Council. "How may I…of course. You are more than welcome Mr. Harris. We will expect you. Goodnight." She placed the phone receiver down, and took a deep drag of the cigar. She gave a wary shake of the head. Tomorrow proved to be an interesting day…

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Magik.