Alucard walked to Seras, his eyes piercing into her as he wrapped his arm around her back. "It's okay, Seras..." Alkanon stared at them, gritting his teeth.
"MONSTER...do not turn your back on me...!" He ran at them, his arms outstretched and his hands holding as many swords as he possibly could. Alucard had only enough time to push Seras out of the way, as he turned to realize he was at it again, and he took a direct hit in the chest by every blade that he held. Seras whipped her body around, her box flying out of her hand as she let it go indifferently. She grabbed up her halconnen, using it to block herself and to attack, and as fast as her box thundered against the ground, her finger found the slender arc of the trigger and she pulled it lovingly, not holding back one bit.
She shot him again, twice in two vital areas, the tip smoking and leaving a slender trail up into the sky.
"And don't think I won't shoot again..." She held the gun to block herself as she walked slowly to the side where her master slouched on the ground, his blood soaking the earth.
Alucard looked up at Seras, wincing in pain as the blessed blades stung him more than his has-been burns ever could have, or even Anderson's own blades. He raised his right arm and slid them out one by one, his bleeding eyes concentrating on Seras' form. His grin showed that he wasn't about to give up just yet.
"...Seras..." He got up to his full height, but his legs, being sliced, gave out on him and he toppled over towards her, his hands on her shoulders from behind propping him up. He looked idly over at Alkanon.
"...Go back to your master, fool...you cannot harm us..." Anybody could tell he was enjoying himself immensely, as he extended an arm of his to clobber him upside the head. He left with Seras, his feet practically dragging. Seras helped her master as best as she could with walking, holding him up and her halconnen as well wasn't easy. She eyed her box that laid unnoticed and untouched on the ground a few feet away...she'd have to come back and get it when she'd helped her master inside.
With her other arm, she propped up her halconnen.
"...I think we'll see more of him sometime soon..."
Alucard turned his head to look at her as she half-dragged and half-carried him, his eyes widening a little as he paused, noticing her box lonely on the ground. With his right arm, he extended it out to grab it, while the other arm held her shoulder.
"Hmmm...well, wherever he goes, his old timer isn't far behind..." He cringed a little, as he brought his arm back that held Seras' box, at the though of fighting Anderson again in his condition. Seras half-carried him in the crook of her arm, showing no signs of growing weary or having trouble due to her to being conveniently inhumanely strong.
"It sure is irritating after awhile, ne...especially that boy..." Her voice sounded bitter towards the end. Alucard's head was on a slight angle as he studied her, amusement thick in his voice as he spoke.
"Hmmm...Seras...the way you talk about him, makes me wonder if there is something else there...mwahahaha..." He raised an eyebrow, letting his glasses slide down his nose halfway.
She eyed him, the anger from the fight still boiling low inside of her.
"Like what?" She said in a clipped tone. "That amateur just pissed me off..." She narrowed her eyes as she hauled him past the door, slowly making her way down the corridor.
Alucard looked at her, playfulness in his eyes as he noticed her anger.
"He is older than you, Seras...haha...regenerators do not look their age..."
"What are you trying to say?" She said, wondering why he was talking the way he was. He looked at her oddly.
"...Anderson...I knew him at least two hundred years ago...making his son, at least one hundred twenty-seven by now...still, he's a child, he was even more deformed than Anderson when he was born." He suddenly noticed the strangeness of the corridor as they walked, as if some kind of spell was cast down over them.
Seras rolled her eyes. "He sure doesn't act like he's one hundred twenty-seven..." She sped up her walk, seeing his room ahead and she shifted the weight of the halconnen that was on her other arm like a balancing act.
"Hmmm...That's only his outside appearance...if I were to fight the real him.…." He sighed a little, remembering the last time, as his foot made an odd scraping sound in its boot as it dragged. "...Well...let's just say I would not be being dragged at the moment," He extended the arm holding her box out, opening the door for Seras.
She muttered thanks, albeit distracted, and she ducked into the room, as Alucard was so much taller than her. "Hmmm..." She made her way inside, weaving a little as Alucard imbalanced her by stretching out an arm and settling his hat and glasses on the centre table. She tried her best to put him down on the bed gently, bending over backwards to get him on, and then standing up straight when he thudded onto the bed, cracking her back. Alucard put her box down on the floor next to the bed.
"Hmmm...twice in the past week...this is getting to be a schedule...mwahahaha..." He sounded a little odd as he looked over his suit and jacket that were stained with fresh blood that still came forthwith from his open wounds. Seras' mouth formed a grim line and she bent down to pick up her box.
"It seems so..."
His head bent ever so slightly to the left, he looked at her. "This is not good...and things seem to only be getting worse..." His hand rose in front of his face as he looked over the blood that stained the white. "...I am growing weaker..." His eyes purposely avoided Seras.
And she sighed, as more important things came first, and she dropped her halconnen and her box, both of them in unison made a loud scratching, clattering noise. She knelt down to the side of his bed, sitting on her knees.