Tit for Tat
Arthur woke, hungover and with a headache, a mouth tasting nastily of vomit, and a stomach that was at best rebellious and more aptly described as committing treason at the moment. Toast, water, a toothbrush, more water, a dose of mouthwash, more toast, a couple aspirin, and a shot of scotch, and he was feeling much more himself. And irritated, too.
He'd had to end the merrymaking early last night after the appearance of Alucard. The vampire hadn't been frightened, miserable, or expressed any sort of behavior that would have excused his interuption. He'd been fine, a right smug bastard, and perfectly pleased about interupting the party, too. Thank god the hookers hadn't shown up, he'd never have gotten another set of girls from that house.
Blood, Alucard had said he needed to order more blood. There were four bottles left, how the hell did he go through them already? With a tired shrug, Arthur figured the vampire probably spilt them somehow, or maybe one had gone bad. A staggering walk to the kitchen and the vampire's refrigerator showed that, indeed, only a small bottle was left. He was too tired and sick to deal with figuring out where the blood had gone right now, but did have the butler order another delivery. A large one, too. He remembered Alucard saying something about that.
Lunch passed, Arthur wisely limiting himself to soups and breads, and not so wisely, to a bit more alcohol, trying to take the edge of his headache. Oh, he had overindulged far too much last night. By late afternoon, he'd decided on a bit of revenge against his interfering monster.
The vampire hated having his coffin touched. Absolutely hated it. And it irked him to no end when he found that Arthur was in his rooms while he slept. And he tried very, very hard not to let Arthur know just how much it bothered him.
A wicked grin crept across Hellsing's face. He'd play stupid, then, and go wake the vampire up or at least open the coffin to "check and see if he was awake yet." And of course the vampire wouldn't be, so he'd just sit and wait until the monster did wake up. The sun was nearly set, he'd have to hurry or his beast WOULD be awake before he got this set up.
The vampire existed to annoy him. Sometimes, it was good to get a bit of his own back...
With a grin, bottle of scotch in one hand and flashlight in the other, Arthur slipped through the hidden office doorway and headed towards Alucard's room.
