Note: o_O! YAY! Chapter 2, finally. I didn't really know where to go from where I left off.. So, this is it I guess. _ A lot of scene cutting, I know, but I had to do something to make the chapter longer than it originally was.
Chapter 2: Léon and Jeremy
"The Holy Order," mumbles Alucard, peering up at the portrait of Integral's father.
Blue eyes peer up at him from the small object. "Since when did you learn French, Alucard?"
A light chuckle rumbles through his throat. "I am almost five-thousand years old, master, and we live in England. I should be able to pick up a little French here and there, right?"
"Hmm." Integral is engulfed by a contemplative look. Her icy eyes scan over the object. "It's a chip of some kind.. Like the one we found in the body of that boy that the Vatican had to come and pick up."
"A chip?" Alucard's head tilts so he can look over to Integral.
"Yes. A chip.. Now why was it in Seras?" Placing the chip down onto the desk top, Integral goes for a cigar.
"Seras did go on a mission before we found her in the kitchen, my master," says Alucard, face emotionless.
The phone on the desk rings, button flashing a taunting red.
"Bloody hell," says Integral, eyes shooting over to it. "They've called over twenty times. I'm thinking about changing the number."
Alucard smirks. "Want me to answer it, my master?"
"..No." Integral ducks out the cigar and reaches for the phone, picking it up and putting it against her ear. After about ten seconds of listening she says, "Hello?"
No answer.
"….." Integral's eyes squint at Alucard, although her expression is that of distant attention. "..Who is this?"
A short pause, then a small amount of movement. "An admirer.." the voice whispers, making it hard to give it a distinct accent.
Integral pauses, suddenly not knowing how to answer such a statement; one which she wasn't expecting.
A short, soft laugh. The voice whispers, "Cat got your tongue?" Integral can almost feel the voice's breath against her cheek.
Jolted by being loss for words, Integral slams the phone back down on the receiver. Alucard quirks a brow, it being seen over the rim of his glasses.
"Master?" he asks.
"It was.. nothing," Integral says, steadying herself.
Alucard looks concerned, suddenly. "Master…" he accuses. "Tell me what happened. If you're in danger, I must know."
Another cigar enters Integral's mouth. She puffs for a moment. "They said they were an admirer."
Alucard looks suspicious. "Of you?" he asks softly.
"Yes."
A smile breaks out on Alucard's face.
"What the hell do you think is so funny, Alucard?"
His torso swivels, his boots thudding for the door to her office.
"Alucard, where are you going?" demands Integral.
"I think you should get out more often, master," he says over his shoulder, cackling madly, and dissolving before he even reached the door itself.
Almost biting the cigar in half with her teeth, Integral scowls. "'Get out more often,' he says.. Hmph."
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Americans are fat slobs, you know, Police Girl.
Seras jumps very comically, like you would if someone really surprised and scared you unexpectedly. She had her thoughts on other matters, and the suddenness of her master's deep voice made her jerk wildly back into reality.
Her red orbs gaze down at the magazine she had dropped in her lap. It was called Star, and, indeed, it was from America.
The cover featured photographs of different American actors and actresses, big, yellow words that were suppose to catch the eye, stood out.
..CAUGHT CHEATING WITH EX-HUSBAND!
SEEN AT TIME SQUARE WITH RAGING APITITE!
"Slobs?.." she asks no one in particular, although she knew she would be speaking to her master.
"Look at them.. Wasting away good money on themselves.. They buy junk food, and cars, and clothes. Some have huge rooms devoted to the clothes they own. It's all about how good you look, Police Girl. All they care about is quantity, never quality."
Seras can feel Alucard's presence over her shoulder. He, too, was looking down at the magazine in her lap. Slowly, she picks it up.
"Why are you reading trash like that anyway?" he asks.
"It's not trash, master.."
He cackles. "You're not in American, why should you care."
Seras didn't know how to respond to that. "I.. I'm not sure."
Alucard is silent. The cover page flips to the first page in her hands. She jumps slightly.
"Calm down, Police Girl. It's only me."
Seras lets him mentally shift through the magazine. She is silent for sometime. "Why do you dislike Americans, master?"
Alucard thinks for a moment. "I don't really care, Police Girl. I'm neutral when it comes to America. When I need to hate them, I do, but other than that I don't care what happens to them. They hate us, and we hate them."
"'We', master?"
"So, you like America?"
Seras shrugs some. "I wouldn't mind traveling there."
Alucard cackles slightly. "Ah, I see." He pauses. "Maybe one day I will take you there, Police Girl."
A soft sadness seems to fall over Seras. She suddenly realizes that she would live forever, cursed to watch everyone else die. "Really.."
Alucard shifts, leaning against the table in front of Seras. "Yes. But we would always return here. This is our home.. forever."
Seras figured the only reason Alucard would return here, would be to protect his master. But realization struck her, telling her that Integral would not always be living on this Earth and neither would Walter. But.. Alucard would also come back if Integral left Hellsing in his command.
"I'd have thought you'd have a wish to visit Paris," he says softly.
"Oh, I've been to Paris when I was a little girl. With my father." Seras sighs.
"Walter told me that Paris was the birthplace of love," chuckles Alucard.
Seras closes the magazine, putting it on the table beside where Alucard was leaning. "Really?" she asks, with an actual curious voice. "We climbed the Eiffel Tower.."
"You and your father?"
Seras nods slowly, putting her hands in her lap. "But, we didn't stay but a few days."
A wide grin comes about Alucard's lips. His eyes and expression were hidden behind his glasses. He could tell that Seras was a bit edgy because she couldn't read him-- couldn't tell what he was thinking.
There is a soft knock on the door.
"Come in, Walter," says Seras looking up to greet him.
Alucard appears a little surprised that Seras had developed the ability to feel presences. "How did you know it was him, Police Girl?"
She shrugs. "I just knew.."
Walter eases open the door, glancing at Seras then at Alucard. "A small bonding moment. Touching, really."
Alucard gives a grunt of amusement.
"Here's your blood, Miss Victoria," says Walter, walking over and placing the bucket of ice on the table. The medical packet lay in full view at the top.
Walter and Alucard exchange some type of silent, hidden communication. Seras caught the expressions they passed between their eyes. Alucard could have easily spoken to him mentally, but Walter would have to pass a statement on via eye expressions.
Walter looks to Seras and smiles softly. "I hope you drink it this time, Miss Victoria." And almost as silently as Alucard, he exits.
"What was that all about, ma--"
"Drink your blood, Police Girl," interrupts Alucard, stands up straight, hands falling by his side. "I'm going to watch you this time.. And make sure you drink all of it."
Seras looks from her master to the blood packet with rounded, crimson orbs. A half-nervous-watch, half-confident look appears on her face. Her visage looked worried, but her eyes held the emotion of confidence. She told herself she would drink it. All of it.
Alucard chuckles. "It's getting warm, Seras."
Catching onto her spoken name, she new her master was joking but would force it down her throat if need be. Her pale hand reaches for the packet, sliding it out of the ice and bringing it toward her. Her bottom lip trembles with the growing lust of the red, thick liquid just beyond the plastic covering. Her mouth peels back, flashing her pearly fangs.
A wide, wide grin spreads Alucard's cheeks. His lips curl into a wicked grin.
Suddenly, a overwhelming nauseas feeling envelopes her. Her stomach heaves, making her giddy and dizzy at the same time. She chokes slightly, dots spinning before her eyes. She lays the packet down on the table, using the side of the table for support against the onslaught of sickness. What was going on? Her pupils had enlarged to twice their normal size, pitch black dots engulfing the flaming red iris.
She takes gasping breaths. "M-master," she says. "What's going on? What's happening to me?"
Alucard gives a soft cackle. "The spell shall pass, Police Girl. I was seeing if you'd actually drink the blood."
"Wa-was it poisoned?" she asks, head jerking up to him quickly.
He laughs at this. "No, it wasn't.. But you gorged earlier on almost an entire freezer of blood, and, if you had drank anymore.. you would have made yourself sick."
Seras can still see dots before her eyes as she looks back to the floor. She could feel Alucard's gloved hand rubbing the back of her head gently.
"Get some rest, Seras," he says softly. "You look like you need it."
The rubbing stops, and, when Seras glances up, there is no sign of Alucard anywhere. Seras stumbles over to her bed and, after lowering it, falls into a nostalgia-like sleep.
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"They found the chip, sir."
"..Really.. I thought you said they wouldn't be able to."
"The girl coughed it up, obviously. We got a reading of mass convulsion and choking before the radar went blank."
"Fuck."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"You better be.. This has hurt us greatly. Where is Jeremy?"
"In his room, sir."
"Hm.. What was that incident concerning him again today?"
"He called Miss Integral at the Hellsing manor. They say he's been doing it quite often, but never saying anything until just recently."
"..Shit."
"….."
"Tell him to report here immediately. You are dismissed."
"Yes, sir."
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A form dissolves through the door at the side of the room. His frame is thin, but very tall. His arms are comically long, or he was just so tall that how far down they had to come made them look long on him. His hair was straight and black, with the tips appearing to have been dipped in silver. Round, liquid-like orbs of a pastel red were engraved inside of his pale face. Although he was thin, muscles adorned his front, and probably other places not worth mentioning.
"..Master?"
A man turns from peering through the closed blinds of the window. He was a tad bit huskier than the other man, but he wasn't fat. Greenish-blue eyes narrowed angrily, and his mouth turned from a deep-set line to a twisted frown. Strawberry-red hair is curled against his scalp in a thick mat. It makes his face appear flushed and angry.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Excuse me, master?"
"You know what I'm talking about.."
"Oh.. Miss Integral." The man smirks evilly. "Just paying her a small conversational phone call."
The other man grunts, unamused. "They said you never talked up until now, Jeremy."
The lean man, Jeremy, gets a stern face. "It's none of your business."
"Oh, Jeremy. I'm your master. It is my business."
Jeremy growls from deep within his throat. "Don't push your luck, Léon."
"That's 'master' to you, Jeremy."
