...o.O I can't think of anything to say except thanks for reviewing and "Dumb and Dumber" is a VERY inspirational movie. X3 Let's see if anyone can catch it in the next chapter. Anyways, keep the reviews coming, I'm glad everyone likes the fic!
Oh, and I have to warn everyone that during the next three months I will be VERY VERY busy, BUT I will update whenever I can. o.o Remember, I also have to work on my other fics.
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In the meadow we can build a snowman
Then pretend that he is parson brown
He'll say are you married, we'll say no man
But you can do the job when you're in town-Winter Wonderland
It was quiet.
Way too quiet for Integra's liking.
The Hellsing looked around her office, narrowing her ice-blue eyes. It was now evening. The sun had gone down. Alucard and Seras would be awake now, if they weren't earlier. So why wasn't she hearing any screams of pain? Any evil cackling? Any sound that would betray the fact that Alucard was doing evil things to various employees because he was over 1000 years old and extremely bored?
What the hell was going on?
"Walter!" She called, leaning back in her chair and lighting a cigar. The butler walked in a minute later, though he looked a little ruffled and water was dripping from his clothes. She raised an eyebrow, inhaling deeply.
"Yes, Sir Integra?" He asked, looking as though nothing was wrong. "What do you need?"
"First question: Why are you sopping wet? Add the second: Where are Alucard and Seras?" Walter grinned at her.
"Well, Miss Victoria and Alucard are the reason for this," He explained and she stared at him. "As you are aware, it has been snowing steadily all day long. And it seems that Miss Victoria has taken a liking to it. She actually awoke Alucard an hour before dawn just to show him. It was actually quite entertaining."
"...That doesn't explain why you're wet."
Walter chuckled and pointed out the window. "Two words: Snowball Fight."
Seras may be a weak vampire, but she was a killer snowball-er, as Alucard was finding out. There he was, getting hit by snowball after snowball, and he could barely hit her at all! Luckily, when he finally did get a shot, they decided it was time to play another game. Or at least a different way of having a snowball fight/war/battle.
Building snowforts.
Which was what they were exactly doing as Integra stared, in astonishment,out the window. Both vampires were hard at work making very large, very thick, very snowy snowforts. Every now and then, they'd look up and glare at each other, then smirk. Alucard's was taller than Seras' but looked ready to collapse.
You think a thousand year old vampire would know how to build a decent snowfort! Sheesh!
Seras, on the other hand, was focusing on making big and hard snowballs and putting them in a corner of her snowfort. She had around 50, but there was no way that was going to stop her Master. Even if he wasn't very good at throwing snowballs. Ironic, huh? She giggled softly at her thoughts, thinking about what a good target Alucard's hat was. And to prove it, she aimed a big oneat it when he was working on the south wall of the snowfort.
Alucard blinked when his hat came flying off his head and glared over his shoulder at Seras, who was looking around innocently. "That was a cheap shot!" He shouted, standing up and wiping some of the snow off his hair. "Play fair!"
"No way, Master!" She replied cheerily, grinning. "The only rule in a snowball fight is throwing a snowball. So there."
"This isn't a fight.." He muttered, sitting back in the snow. "This is a freaking war.." He took out his two guns and took out the bullets, getting a brillant idea. Since the only rule was throwing a snowball, what was there to stop him from just..."accidently" rolling up silver bullets in the snowballs? Nothing! "I love loopholes..."
"What was that, Master?" Seras called from her fort, blinking when he started his Oh-My-Gosh-I-Had-An-Evil-Epiphany-Ha-Ha-You're-All-Dead laugh. "What are you up to?"
"Oh, nothing!" He called back, trying to stifle his laugh but failing. "Just thinking about how much joy I am going to get out of burying you in 6 feet of snow!" She also laughed, poking her head out.
"I bet you will, Master! Too bad you won't be able to!"
"Walter?"
"Yes, Sir Integra?"
"...Alucard and Seras...are making little snowforts...And snowballs.."
"Yes they are."
"..Walter.."
"Yes, Sir Integra?"
"I think I need a drink...A very strong drink."
Seras and Alucard had been staring at each other silently for at least ten minutes or more, smirking and chuckling every now and then. Both had completed their forts, had made a good amount of snowballs, and taunted the other cheerfully. Now, they were waiting. For what, you ask? Simple.
For the other to actually throw one of those snowballs they labored so hard to make. Neither wanted to part with these little balls for some reason. That's why they had started this little staring contest. From an observer's point-of-view, it was quite comical. Seras was sitting on her knees, grinning ear to ear innocently, a snowball in each hand, ready to throw at any given moment. Alucard had on his I'm-Insane-And-Should-Be-In-A-Mental-Insitute-But-I'm-Not-So-Let's-Have-Some-Fun smirk, showing one fang, also having one of his "special" snowballs in each hand. He actually was resting his head on the side of the fort facing Seras, silently taunting her and being the perfect target.
But she wasn't about to fall for that trick. No seasoned snowball pro would. While she hadn't seen snow that much in her lifetime, when she had, it was an all-out brawl between everyone in the neighborhood. Someone had always ended up hurt one way or another, due to a rock in a snowball, or someone actually throwing an iceball. But even so, everyone had always had great fun in the end.
I feel like a little girl again! She thought happily, giggling to herself. In response, Alucard raised an eyebrow in her direction. He hadn't read her thoughts because he thought Seras would probably get onto him about that since this WAS a war/fight/battle. But now he was curious.
What's so funny, Police Girl? He asked, blinking.
Oh, nothing, She replied, still giggling. Just thinking of how lovely you looked with all that snow piled onto you. This was a way to get him to throw a snowball. While it normally wasn't very bright to provoke him, sometimes even downright suicidal, she didn't think he would do anything about it other than a snowball in the face or some snow in her coffin, something like that. Besides, she thought they were both having some fun, or Alucard would have quit a while ago.
I will be returning the favor, He purred softly in her mind, his smirk actually widening, if that was possible.
I look forward to seeing you try. She challenged, setting down a snowball and cracking her knuckles. Alucard started laughing, amused by his usually timid fledgling's bold words.
While this was going on, Integra and Walter were making their way to the roof, bundled up in thick jackets and wearing mittens. Walter had given Integra a shot of old rum he kept in the back of the cabinet, and she had calmed down, because for some reason, Integra just couldn't handle seeing Alucard actually playing in the snow. Especially after all these years of moaning and groaning about how much he hated it. She had quickly downed it and stared out the window very intently.
Apparently, whatever was in that rum was strong, because Integra had suddenly stood up, looked Walter in the eye, and said: "Walter, we must do something."
He had replied,"Do what, Sir Integra?"
This was when a gleam came in her eyes that looked scarily close to the ones Alucard got when he was planning something bad. "Start this war. They're boring just sitting there, and there's no way that either is just going to throw for the hell of it. So, let us go and...help them."
And now there theywere, atop the roof of Hellsing HQ in the freezing cold, preparing to hurl snowballs at two vampires just to see them throw snowballs at each other. Why? Because Integra didn't need that much to get intoxicated. Keep her away fromVicoden and bahama-mamas. The leader of Hellsing didn't LOOK drunk, but she was hacing ideas that a sober person like her wouldn't think about.
"Ready, Walter?" She asked, looking at him as he made two very large snowballs and handed one to her.
"Ready, Sir."
"Ok, then." She looked down, suddenly grinning at her two unsuspecting agents.
"Ready!...Aim!...FIRE!"
o.o Sorry I keep drawing this out...Oh, someone tell me where the bahama-mama joke came from! n.n You shalt win a cookie! Anyways, you know the drill. Read and Review. Adios!
