He sent the message, then flopped onto the bed. It seemed that every day
he sent e-mail would end up the same, with him being really depressed.
Wait... Matthew was really depressed... He knew what was coming next. A knock at the door. And... Wait for it... There it was, a knock at the door. "Come in," he called. As expected, Seras entered. Without a word, she simply walked into the room and sat in her usual chair then looked at him. "You want to know what's wrong." Seras nodded. "I'd rather not talk about it, if that's ok. Though why you don't just look into my mind and find out yourself, I don't know."
Seras finally spoke. "I feel that's an invasion of privacy. Alucard might be fine with it, but I'm not. I'll pay attention to how you're feeling, but that's all."
Matthew smiled some. "Thanks, Seras. You know, you do so much for me, and I do so little for you. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Seras smiled back. "Yes, I believe there is. I need to do some investigation on some leads we've been getting. Mind tagging along? I could use the company."
Matthew sat up on the bed and placed his feet on the floor. "Certainly. When are we heading out? Tonight?"
Seras shook her head. "No, I was thinking more like now."
Matthew looked confused. "Now?"
She nodded. "Yes, now. Why?"
Matthew paused a moment, checking his watch then looking back at Seras. "Umm... It's noon."
Seras's head tilted slightly to the left. "Yes, so?"
"It's day."
Now she lifted an eyebrow. "And what's that got to do with anything?"
He was starting to look a little sheepish, as if he were talking himself between a rock and a hard place. "Umm... We're vampires. I thought daylight and vampires didn't mix."
Seras chuckled at that. "And wherever did you get an idea like that?"
Now he sounded sheepish too. "Popular culture..."
And now Seras smiled big. "And when has popular culture ever been right?"
"Well... they got the whole silver thing right..." His face relaxed a bit. He stood up from the bed. "So this means we could watch a sunset if we wanted, right?"
"Yes, why?"
Matthew stood still for a moment, then looked toward the ceiling shaking his finger upwards. In a mock accusing tone, he said, "You got lucky this time."
Seras gave him a look suggesting he'd just grown another head. "Huh?"
He looked back at his and let his face go back to normal. "Uhh... I'll tell you later. Let's go. Well, after I grab a different jacket. Can't exactly wear one with the Hellsing logo on it, right?" Seras nodded, and Matthew tossed his denim/fabric jacket onto the bed. He went to the closet and grabbed his black leather jacket given to him by his uncle the previous year. It had fit him well, and even though he'd lost weight it still fit. He put it on over his green t-shirt and turned to Seras. "How's this?"
She nodded. "Looks good, and it should work well in ten degree weather."
Matthew looked shocked. "Ten degrees?! Oh, wait... Centigrade. Right. That's about fifty degrees Fahrenheit, right?"
Suddenly, Seras looked a little unsure. "Well... I don't know. I suppose it is. Do you have any sunglasses?"
Matthew opened his mouth to say he did, but then stopped. After a moment, he spoke again. "Well... not anymore. What I had was designed more for use over normal glasses, and I can't wear those anymore."
Seras sighed. "All right. Meet me in the equipment room in ten minutes. I need to get changed into something less conspicuous." Matthew nodded, and the two left the room.
Ten minutes later, Seras joined Matthew in the equipment room. She'd changed to a white sweatshirt with a red fabric jacket and black jeans with a red beret on her head. A pair of red-lensed sunglasses hung from the sweatshirt, completing the outfit. Except for the red eyes, she looked like a normal person. "Well, then. Let's find you some sunglasses, yes?" She quickly looked through Hellsing's supplies of sunglasses, finding a pair that had large enough lenses to cover his eyes but were small enough to look like he wasn't hiding anything. "Now that looks good. Check it out." Matthew looked into a nearby mirror. The dark sunglasses really did match the rest of his outfit.
He turned to Seras, lifting the sunglasses up over his eyes. "Thanks. And might I say that you look good too."
She smiled. "Thanks. We should get going."
"All righty then." Matthew smiled. "Well, if nothing else, this little excursion will allow me to exercise my British accent." The last part was spoken in said accent.
Seras chuckled. "Well, you probably won't fool many locals with that accent, but with some work it would be pretty good." She gestured for the door. "Shall we?"
"Certainly," Matt replied in the accent. He switched back to his normal voice. "We gonna walk, or drive?"
"We'll drive. We can borrow a car from the Hellsing motorpool. Let's go."
Wait... Matthew was really depressed... He knew what was coming next. A knock at the door. And... Wait for it... There it was, a knock at the door. "Come in," he called. As expected, Seras entered. Without a word, she simply walked into the room and sat in her usual chair then looked at him. "You want to know what's wrong." Seras nodded. "I'd rather not talk about it, if that's ok. Though why you don't just look into my mind and find out yourself, I don't know."
Seras finally spoke. "I feel that's an invasion of privacy. Alucard might be fine with it, but I'm not. I'll pay attention to how you're feeling, but that's all."
Matthew smiled some. "Thanks, Seras. You know, you do so much for me, and I do so little for you. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Seras smiled back. "Yes, I believe there is. I need to do some investigation on some leads we've been getting. Mind tagging along? I could use the company."
Matthew sat up on the bed and placed his feet on the floor. "Certainly. When are we heading out? Tonight?"
Seras shook her head. "No, I was thinking more like now."
Matthew looked confused. "Now?"
She nodded. "Yes, now. Why?"
Matthew paused a moment, checking his watch then looking back at Seras. "Umm... It's noon."
Seras's head tilted slightly to the left. "Yes, so?"
"It's day."
Now she lifted an eyebrow. "And what's that got to do with anything?"
He was starting to look a little sheepish, as if he were talking himself between a rock and a hard place. "Umm... We're vampires. I thought daylight and vampires didn't mix."
Seras chuckled at that. "And wherever did you get an idea like that?"
Now he sounded sheepish too. "Popular culture..."
And now Seras smiled big. "And when has popular culture ever been right?"
"Well... they got the whole silver thing right..." His face relaxed a bit. He stood up from the bed. "So this means we could watch a sunset if we wanted, right?"
"Yes, why?"
Matthew stood still for a moment, then looked toward the ceiling shaking his finger upwards. In a mock accusing tone, he said, "You got lucky this time."
Seras gave him a look suggesting he'd just grown another head. "Huh?"
He looked back at his and let his face go back to normal. "Uhh... I'll tell you later. Let's go. Well, after I grab a different jacket. Can't exactly wear one with the Hellsing logo on it, right?" Seras nodded, and Matthew tossed his denim/fabric jacket onto the bed. He went to the closet and grabbed his black leather jacket given to him by his uncle the previous year. It had fit him well, and even though he'd lost weight it still fit. He put it on over his green t-shirt and turned to Seras. "How's this?"
She nodded. "Looks good, and it should work well in ten degree weather."
Matthew looked shocked. "Ten degrees?! Oh, wait... Centigrade. Right. That's about fifty degrees Fahrenheit, right?"
Suddenly, Seras looked a little unsure. "Well... I don't know. I suppose it is. Do you have any sunglasses?"
Matthew opened his mouth to say he did, but then stopped. After a moment, he spoke again. "Well... not anymore. What I had was designed more for use over normal glasses, and I can't wear those anymore."
Seras sighed. "All right. Meet me in the equipment room in ten minutes. I need to get changed into something less conspicuous." Matthew nodded, and the two left the room.
Ten minutes later, Seras joined Matthew in the equipment room. She'd changed to a white sweatshirt with a red fabric jacket and black jeans with a red beret on her head. A pair of red-lensed sunglasses hung from the sweatshirt, completing the outfit. Except for the red eyes, she looked like a normal person. "Well, then. Let's find you some sunglasses, yes?" She quickly looked through Hellsing's supplies of sunglasses, finding a pair that had large enough lenses to cover his eyes but were small enough to look like he wasn't hiding anything. "Now that looks good. Check it out." Matthew looked into a nearby mirror. The dark sunglasses really did match the rest of his outfit.
He turned to Seras, lifting the sunglasses up over his eyes. "Thanks. And might I say that you look good too."
She smiled. "Thanks. We should get going."
"All righty then." Matthew smiled. "Well, if nothing else, this little excursion will allow me to exercise my British accent." The last part was spoken in said accent.
Seras chuckled. "Well, you probably won't fool many locals with that accent, but with some work it would be pretty good." She gestured for the door. "Shall we?"
"Certainly," Matt replied in the accent. He switched back to his normal voice. "We gonna walk, or drive?"
"We'll drive. We can borrow a car from the Hellsing motorpool. Let's go."
