"Just a small town girl......living in her....fuckkk...forgot the words...."
Pip chugged down another pint of beer, and wrapped his arm around the woozy Heinkel, barely missing the glass trembling in her hand. Heinkel giggled, and licked the foam off the tip of his nose.
"Buhbay, did ah ever tell you that you have the greeeaatesttt tits in the wholeeeeee entire fucking world?" he slurred, as his hand wrapped around one. The priestess snorted and giggled, taking another deep swig of her ale before she fastened both of her arms around his neck.
"Don't think you did..." she whispered silkily into his ear "Wanna see them?"
Pip threw his beer mug into a wall, and grabbed Heinkel by the arm. The two leaned and stumbled away to the nearest coat room, leaving Anderson to sulk over his spiked ginger ale.
"She's my flower.....she's my butterfffllllyyyy..." he murmured to himself, on the brink of tears.Big salty droplets flowed down his cheeks, getting into his drink as he slugged it's bitter contents. His hands and lips trembled as he stared into a puddle that looked like Sera's face, and he cried even harder.
"She's my nutter butter!" he whimpered. Sobs wracked his body as he went facedown to the bar's top, and one hand pounded steadily on and on. " Oh my beautiful nutter butter, what has he done to you?!"
"Oi, shut the fuck up ya bloody insane wanka!"
Anderson glared at the drunken oaf, his face slick with tears and his lower lip pouty, The priest lurched up wearily from his stool, and made his way over to the now afraid oaf, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up to meet him face to face.
"What did you say?"
"Oi!! Lemme down you huge fucking bugger!" the drunk shrilled "I'll stick my foot up my ass so ya can taste the shit on it you fucking cocker!"
Anderson belched in the wriggling man's face, and threw him down to the floor.
"Go sit on my penis." he mumbled. With a few dry heaves, he managed to take his vengeance, covering the unconcious drunk with haggis and ginger ale in a pasty mixture. Anderson made for the nearest closet, and managed to get his coat out from behind Heinkel's bare back and Pip's groping hands. He shook his head, and crossed himself as he closed the door on the sweaty writhing bodies.
"Damn horny kids...always want to fuck and fuck some more....why,when I was their age I was cleaning the streets of PIRATES....hate those fuckers...smell like parrots..."
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Seras knew that something was wrong the minute before he knocked on her door. The prickling of the hairs on the back of her neck, the outbreak of heat on her hands and chest....then she heard his feet and drunken ramblings.
"I wassss just a lonely Scottish boy...left on the moors of Dundee...she gone and left for the better life...away from home and meeeeee....." he sang to himself. He knocked only once, and then pushed open the door.
Seras sighed, wishing she had taken the thought to push the button down on the coffin. Anderson, dirty, beraggled and smelly, stood swaying in the middle of her room. He smiled weakly, and flopped down into her desk chair.
"Well....I wonder where you were tonight." she said coolly. Leaping off her bed, peereing into his face closely, ignoring the inflamed whites of his eyes roaming all over her features and the thickness of ale on his breath "I thought priests weren't suppose to drink." she smirked.
"Only...not....that much..." he wheezed. "I'm sorry....I didn't want to, my little nutter butter..."
Seras titlted her head to the side, confused.
"Nutter...butter?"
"My sweet, precious, little nutter butter butterflowerfly." His lower lip began to tremble again, and he grabbed and hugged her to his heaving chest.
"Never leave me my precious nutter butter lovey dovey sweetie pie. I will die without your lovely dovely...nutly?....yes, nutly face. I am so alone...so very alone and cold.....I never had anyone to call my own. Yumiko has grown up and gone the way of the sisterhood, and Heinkel likes that Pip boy.....I only have you my snooky."
"That's very sweet Master but you smell like vomit and cat piss."
"That's the scent of loveeeee."
"No,that's the scent of pubs. You were SUPPOSE to stay sober for the first attack tomorrow." she snapped, pushing herself out of his arms. The priest shrugged weakly, and began to tug off his shirt.
"NOW what are you doing?!"
"Wanna go to sleep...."
She began to grab him by his arm, and heaved him out of the chair.
"Then go to YOUR room."
"No...wanna sleep here."
"No."
"Yesss...."
"NO!"
"YES!"
Seras growled, and began to rip off his shirt and priest's collar angerily. He gaped, and then a slow smile dissolved the amazed look.
"Miss Victoria...are you trying to seduce me?"
She ignored him, leaning down to tug off his shoes, and kicked him toward her bed.
"Go to sleep, you dumb bastard."
He saluted her once, and sank down into the warm feather comforter. He yawned, and snuggled into soft pillows.
"Smells like you....." he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her pillow. She rolled her eyes, and pulled the sheet over his head,and made for the door.
"Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" he called out.
"GO TO SLEEP STINKY!"
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"And then he barges into my room and starts saying silly things! He calls me his 'nutter butter' and his butterfly....Master....what can I do!?"
Alucard merely smirked at his subordinate, and shrugged.
"Nothing for now.....I shouldn't even be talking to you in these times. I know I can't kill him or I will be forced
back into the dungeon for another....200 years I estimate? He is a sneaky man Police Girl. At whatever cost, you have to resist what he offers you no matter how tempting it is. The man is desperate, needing maybe. Years as a living weapon have taken it's toll on his mentality and declined him to a point where he can barely think for himself."
"How do you know this?"
"I simply do. I've seen it happen before....but in his case..it's more a personal matter. " He leaned back, and folded his hands together neatly. "You know he hasn't been with a woman in 30 years, as well as smoking and drinking?" The vampire laughed softly. "I can't believe he'd break the record now....he's mad with insane lust for you Police Girl. It's radiates from his every move and every flickering of his eyes. I advise you to be careful...he can take that need into overdrive in circumstances that you will be involved in."
Seras shuddered, and brought a hand up to her mouth, her fangs biting into the cold flesh of her thumb.
"How do you know this?" she asked quietly.
Alucard chuckled again, and spread his palms in helpless amusement.
"Let's just say I was the cause of all those circumstances."
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"Avec des pieds minuscules et un petit nez..."(With small feet and a tiny little nose...)
Could it be...?
"Mon valetine mon valetine...serez-vous mon valentine?"(My valetine, my valentine, will you be my valetine?)
It can't be...but it is the same.
"Oui monsieur, je serai à vous...."(Yes sir, I wll be yours....)
She stares down at him with large benevolent eyes of blue, leaving him as weak kneed as when he was a young boy. Her dark hair still stays primly up, like all that time ago.Her nurses uniform has not a speck of soil tainting it's cleanliness, and her smile, as always, is engimatic and welcoming. She looks so very small...so very frail...but her eyes betray her weaknesses and make her stronger.
"Mon plus cher Alexander...."(My dearest Alexander...)
Her voice....it was the same as whe she was 16 and living the life of the sisterhood.
"Ma cherie..."(My dear...) Fumbling for words, he stares into her sharp little face. "Où avez-vous été?" He lapses into the language of his religious home, and hers as well.
Her eyelids lower in satisfication, and she bends down to sweep away his sweat laden hair from his eyes.
"J'avais ici attendu. Je manque tu.....vous avez manqué moi?"(I have waited. I missed you...have you missed me?)
"Oui....tellement."(Yes....much)
She leans down, kissing his brow with the love of a mother with her child, brushing her lips back and forth. With a quiet sigh, he wraps his long arms around her little body, grateful for the warmth she's providing him with. Images from long ago dance in his head, remembering only the good that came out of the short time they were together....he was still the 16 year old boy who had fumbled for words everytime she grew angry with him, the one who dropped the grocery bags whenever she flew past him in a fit of temper. She who had cried "MERDE! LE PETIT JESUS CHRIST!"(SHIT! THE LITTLE JESUS CHRIST!) when she was told she would be grounded for bicycling with boys. She who declared a dry cake made from her hands the best one ever made and she who did not hesitate to leap on a bleating ram about to be shaved and wrestle it to the ground. She of the flashing eyes and pale skin typical of her hot French bloodline.
He, who had loved her.
"Mais divisé par haine."(Yet divided by hatred.) he whispered bitterly, narrowing his eyes and tightening his hold.
War had torn them apart. She had begged him to not fight with the Germans, hearing of the massive slaughter on their side by a, according to a crazed young German medic, "monster from the pits of Hell." Nevertheless, he hadn't relented, snapping at her to mind her own buisness. She had warned him she would never see him again and she would be happy to see him go. He had said he didn't care and left her behind to cry her stubborn tears.
He had become a mere chaplain, always ready to give aid to those mentally and spiritually stressed, giving the last rites to the dead and dying. He eventually overcame his anger and wrote to her often, begging her forgivness for his utter rashness. There had only been one reply....cold and distant, it clearly stated she was leaving France as soon as the war was over and she hoped to never see him again. He began to write angry letters then, questioning her fidelity to him.
She never wrote back.
It would be many lonely nights before he would meet his final fate.Thatn last moments he had thought of the sin he was about to commit and how he had messed up so very badly with her....
He shakes his head, and gently prys her away from his chest.
"Je suis désolé...." he whispers hoarsely.(I am sorry....)
"Non...ne pleurez pas pour moi.Cri pour cette fille.Vous avez été dur avec elle comme vous étiez avec moi.Vous pouvez être si cruel."(No...do not cry for me. Cry for that girl. You were hard with her as you were with me. You can be so cruel.)
"Queest-ce que je puis faire?"(What should I do?)
She kisses his forehead lightly, and steps away.
"Soyez aimable avec elle .Soyex doux avec elle. Surtout,oubliez-moi. Foyer sur elle."( Be kind to her. Be soft with her. Most of all, forget me. Focus on her.)
"Ma amour...."(My love....)
"Oubliez-moi Anderson! S'il vous plait, oubliez-moi ou je ne vous pardonnerai jamais!"(Forget me Anderson! Please, forget me or I will never forgive you!)
"...Oui ma dame."(...Yes my lady.)
She smiles for the last time, and blows him a kiss.
"Je t'aime mon Anderson!"(I love you my Anderson!) her voice comes distant, fading into the risng mist.....
He looks down at his feet, and clenches his fists hard at his sides.
"...Je t'aime...ma Annie."(I love you....my Annie)
Pip chugged down another pint of beer, and wrapped his arm around the woozy Heinkel, barely missing the glass trembling in her hand. Heinkel giggled, and licked the foam off the tip of his nose.
"Buhbay, did ah ever tell you that you have the greeeaatesttt tits in the wholeeeeee entire fucking world?" he slurred, as his hand wrapped around one. The priestess snorted and giggled, taking another deep swig of her ale before she fastened both of her arms around his neck.
"Don't think you did..." she whispered silkily into his ear "Wanna see them?"
Pip threw his beer mug into a wall, and grabbed Heinkel by the arm. The two leaned and stumbled away to the nearest coat room, leaving Anderson to sulk over his spiked ginger ale.
"She's my flower.....she's my butterfffllllyyyy..." he murmured to himself, on the brink of tears.Big salty droplets flowed down his cheeks, getting into his drink as he slugged it's bitter contents. His hands and lips trembled as he stared into a puddle that looked like Sera's face, and he cried even harder.
"She's my nutter butter!" he whimpered. Sobs wracked his body as he went facedown to the bar's top, and one hand pounded steadily on and on. " Oh my beautiful nutter butter, what has he done to you?!"
"Oi, shut the fuck up ya bloody insane wanka!"
Anderson glared at the drunken oaf, his face slick with tears and his lower lip pouty, The priest lurched up wearily from his stool, and made his way over to the now afraid oaf, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up to meet him face to face.
"What did you say?"
"Oi!! Lemme down you huge fucking bugger!" the drunk shrilled "I'll stick my foot up my ass so ya can taste the shit on it you fucking cocker!"
Anderson belched in the wriggling man's face, and threw him down to the floor.
"Go sit on my penis." he mumbled. With a few dry heaves, he managed to take his vengeance, covering the unconcious drunk with haggis and ginger ale in a pasty mixture. Anderson made for the nearest closet, and managed to get his coat out from behind Heinkel's bare back and Pip's groping hands. He shook his head, and crossed himself as he closed the door on the sweaty writhing bodies.
"Damn horny kids...always want to fuck and fuck some more....why,when I was their age I was cleaning the streets of PIRATES....hate those fuckers...smell like parrots..."
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Seras knew that something was wrong the minute before he knocked on her door. The prickling of the hairs on the back of her neck, the outbreak of heat on her hands and chest....then she heard his feet and drunken ramblings.
"I wassss just a lonely Scottish boy...left on the moors of Dundee...she gone and left for the better life...away from home and meeeeee....." he sang to himself. He knocked only once, and then pushed open the door.
Seras sighed, wishing she had taken the thought to push the button down on the coffin. Anderson, dirty, beraggled and smelly, stood swaying in the middle of her room. He smiled weakly, and flopped down into her desk chair.
"Well....I wonder where you were tonight." she said coolly. Leaping off her bed, peereing into his face closely, ignoring the inflamed whites of his eyes roaming all over her features and the thickness of ale on his breath "I thought priests weren't suppose to drink." she smirked.
"Only...not....that much..." he wheezed. "I'm sorry....I didn't want to, my little nutter butter..."
Seras titlted her head to the side, confused.
"Nutter...butter?"
"My sweet, precious, little nutter butter butterflowerfly." His lower lip began to tremble again, and he grabbed and hugged her to his heaving chest.
"Never leave me my precious nutter butter lovey dovey sweetie pie. I will die without your lovely dovely...nutly?....yes, nutly face. I am so alone...so very alone and cold.....I never had anyone to call my own. Yumiko has grown up and gone the way of the sisterhood, and Heinkel likes that Pip boy.....I only have you my snooky."
"That's very sweet Master but you smell like vomit and cat piss."
"That's the scent of loveeeee."
"No,that's the scent of pubs. You were SUPPOSE to stay sober for the first attack tomorrow." she snapped, pushing herself out of his arms. The priest shrugged weakly, and began to tug off his shirt.
"NOW what are you doing?!"
"Wanna go to sleep...."
She began to grab him by his arm, and heaved him out of the chair.
"Then go to YOUR room."
"No...wanna sleep here."
"No."
"Yesss...."
"NO!"
"YES!"
Seras growled, and began to rip off his shirt and priest's collar angerily. He gaped, and then a slow smile dissolved the amazed look.
"Miss Victoria...are you trying to seduce me?"
She ignored him, leaning down to tug off his shoes, and kicked him toward her bed.
"Go to sleep, you dumb bastard."
He saluted her once, and sank down into the warm feather comforter. He yawned, and snuggled into soft pillows.
"Smells like you....." he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her pillow. She rolled her eyes, and pulled the sheet over his head,and made for the door.
"Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" he called out.
"GO TO SLEEP STINKY!"
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"And then he barges into my room and starts saying silly things! He calls me his 'nutter butter' and his butterfly....Master....what can I do!?"
Alucard merely smirked at his subordinate, and shrugged.
"Nothing for now.....I shouldn't even be talking to you in these times. I know I can't kill him or I will be forced
back into the dungeon for another....200 years I estimate? He is a sneaky man Police Girl. At whatever cost, you have to resist what he offers you no matter how tempting it is. The man is desperate, needing maybe. Years as a living weapon have taken it's toll on his mentality and declined him to a point where he can barely think for himself."
"How do you know this?"
"I simply do. I've seen it happen before....but in his case..it's more a personal matter. " He leaned back, and folded his hands together neatly. "You know he hasn't been with a woman in 30 years, as well as smoking and drinking?" The vampire laughed softly. "I can't believe he'd break the record now....he's mad with insane lust for you Police Girl. It's radiates from his every move and every flickering of his eyes. I advise you to be careful...he can take that need into overdrive in circumstances that you will be involved in."
Seras shuddered, and brought a hand up to her mouth, her fangs biting into the cold flesh of her thumb.
"How do you know this?" she asked quietly.
Alucard chuckled again, and spread his palms in helpless amusement.
"Let's just say I was the cause of all those circumstances."
----------------
"Avec des pieds minuscules et un petit nez..."(With small feet and a tiny little nose...)
Could it be...?
"Mon valetine mon valetine...serez-vous mon valentine?"(My valetine, my valentine, will you be my valetine?)
It can't be...but it is the same.
"Oui monsieur, je serai à vous...."(Yes sir, I wll be yours....)
She stares down at him with large benevolent eyes of blue, leaving him as weak kneed as when he was a young boy. Her dark hair still stays primly up, like all that time ago.Her nurses uniform has not a speck of soil tainting it's cleanliness, and her smile, as always, is engimatic and welcoming. She looks so very small...so very frail...but her eyes betray her weaknesses and make her stronger.
"Mon plus cher Alexander...."(My dearest Alexander...)
Her voice....it was the same as whe she was 16 and living the life of the sisterhood.
"Ma cherie..."(My dear...) Fumbling for words, he stares into her sharp little face. "Où avez-vous été?" He lapses into the language of his religious home, and hers as well.
Her eyelids lower in satisfication, and she bends down to sweep away his sweat laden hair from his eyes.
"J'avais ici attendu. Je manque tu.....vous avez manqué moi?"(I have waited. I missed you...have you missed me?)
"Oui....tellement."(Yes....much)
She leans down, kissing his brow with the love of a mother with her child, brushing her lips back and forth. With a quiet sigh, he wraps his long arms around her little body, grateful for the warmth she's providing him with. Images from long ago dance in his head, remembering only the good that came out of the short time they were together....he was still the 16 year old boy who had fumbled for words everytime she grew angry with him, the one who dropped the grocery bags whenever she flew past him in a fit of temper. She who had cried "MERDE! LE PETIT JESUS CHRIST!"(SHIT! THE LITTLE JESUS CHRIST!) when she was told she would be grounded for bicycling with boys. She who declared a dry cake made from her hands the best one ever made and she who did not hesitate to leap on a bleating ram about to be shaved and wrestle it to the ground. She of the flashing eyes and pale skin typical of her hot French bloodline.
He, who had loved her.
"Mais divisé par haine."(Yet divided by hatred.) he whispered bitterly, narrowing his eyes and tightening his hold.
War had torn them apart. She had begged him to not fight with the Germans, hearing of the massive slaughter on their side by a, according to a crazed young German medic, "monster from the pits of Hell." Nevertheless, he hadn't relented, snapping at her to mind her own buisness. She had warned him she would never see him again and she would be happy to see him go. He had said he didn't care and left her behind to cry her stubborn tears.
He had become a mere chaplain, always ready to give aid to those mentally and spiritually stressed, giving the last rites to the dead and dying. He eventually overcame his anger and wrote to her often, begging her forgivness for his utter rashness. There had only been one reply....cold and distant, it clearly stated she was leaving France as soon as the war was over and she hoped to never see him again. He began to write angry letters then, questioning her fidelity to him.
She never wrote back.
It would be many lonely nights before he would meet his final fate.Thatn last moments he had thought of the sin he was about to commit and how he had messed up so very badly with her....
He shakes his head, and gently prys her away from his chest.
"Je suis désolé...." he whispers hoarsely.(I am sorry....)
"Non...ne pleurez pas pour moi.Cri pour cette fille.Vous avez été dur avec elle comme vous étiez avec moi.Vous pouvez être si cruel."(No...do not cry for me. Cry for that girl. You were hard with her as you were with me. You can be so cruel.)
"Queest-ce que je puis faire?"(What should I do?)
She kisses his forehead lightly, and steps away.
"Soyez aimable avec elle .Soyex doux avec elle. Surtout,oubliez-moi. Foyer sur elle."( Be kind to her. Be soft with her. Most of all, forget me. Focus on her.)
"Ma amour...."(My love....)
"Oubliez-moi Anderson! S'il vous plait, oubliez-moi ou je ne vous pardonnerai jamais!"(Forget me Anderson! Please, forget me or I will never forgive you!)
"...Oui ma dame."(...Yes my lady.)
She smiles for the last time, and blows him a kiss.
"Je t'aime mon Anderson!"(I love you my Anderson!) her voice comes distant, fading into the risng mist.....
He looks down at his feet, and clenches his fists hard at his sides.
"...Je t'aime...ma Annie."(I love you....my Annie)
