(Author's Note: And now it's time for chapter seven! Yay! Chapter 7 time! Woohoo! Pulls out noisemakers and balloons and confetti fall from ceiling. Yeah! Partay! Woo…yeah… Sulks. Sigh, I wish I could dance better. Maybe I will have sheiro2 teach me… Sheiro2 sneaks up behind him with a grin, knocks him unconscious with a shinai, walks off stage whistling. Z lays there for a while. I still say that the foil is better… Also please take note of the title! Warning: very, very romantic!)

Order 6: Music of the Night

As Marcus lay there, the sun shone through the window on his bed. His eyes shot open. Now I'll see if he really is there! he thought with a grin. Padding over the floor to the door on tippy-toes, he could almost hear the Mission: Impossible theme. His hand sweating, Marcus reached down and-

"Good morning Mr. Banks! I heard you waking up so I decided to see how you are dealing with your new accommodations. Uhh…Mr. Banks…what are you doing on the floor?" Walter said, unaware that in opening the door, he had knocked it right into Marcus's face.

"Nothing Walter, and I'm doing alright," came his grumbling reply as he got up and brushed himself off.

"Well I also came to tell you that today is your day off. While I'm here, I would like to go over a few house rules that are in effect," said Walter while pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket. "Do not disturb Sir Integra unless it is an emergency, do not take weapons from the armory outside of the armory or shooting range, do not break anything in the mansion, do not go into the any rooms marked with a large blood-written pentagram, do not eat to much food, and gasp return to the mansion by curfew. Will there be any problem with these rules?"

Marcus stared at him. "No."

"Excellent! Now the rest of the mansion is open to you today, so you may explore any rooms you wish as long as they are not specified in the rules. You may also elect to go into London for recreation with some of the other men, but seeing as you are a minor, must return by curfew, as stated in the rules. If you require anything else, just find me," he said and left the room.

After breakfast, he decided to follow Alucard's advice and visit the archives. Asking one of the men for directions, he found the library doors. Inside, he couldn't help but admire the fact that it made his old public library look like a joke. All the walls were lined with book cases, with only a few spots for computer stations for internet research and electronic cataloging. Light streamed in through windows on the vaulted ceiling that was adorned with a large painting of angels among clouds.

"Can I help you young man?" asked a light voice to his left. Turning, Marcus saw a tall brunette sitting at a computer. She looked to be about twenty-three, with a shapely figure and long, smooth legs. She was wearing a black button down top with rolled up sleeves (He couldn't help but notice that the first few buttons were left undone, giving him a nice view from his position), and a knee length skirt. He green eyes looked at him curiously over half circle glasses that were placed on the end of her nose.

"I-I'm looking for information on Section XIII ma'am," Marcus replied with a blush.

"Ah, you must be Marcus Banks, the new recruit. I think what you are looking for is over here," she said with a smile. "My name is Celia Chapman. I'm the librarian and archivist of the Hellsing Organization. Any books or information that comes into us goes through me, so if you have any questions, just give a shout."

They walked up to a large bookcase, and she dragged her finger across the spines of the books as she walked, looking at the titles. "Ah, here it is," she said. Pointing down to the next shelf down, she said "These are all the files we have on Section XII, the Iscariot Agency. The first few books talk about its history, and then they go on to the agency's personnel, known bases, former heads, prayers, and their conflict with Hellsing. Is there anything else you may need?"

"N-No Ms. Chapman. Thank you."

Smiling, she said "Such a nice, polite boy…" and walked off. Marcus watched her go, sighed, and started his research.

"Hey, there ya' are Marcus," said Pip while walking into the library with Seras. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing important," he said while folding up and pocketing Yumiko's file. "Just doing some research on Iscariot.'

"Good idea. Listen, Seras and me were going into London this afternoon with some of the guys and were wondering if you wanted to come?"

"Sure I would! I haven't gotten a chance to leave the mansion since our trip." He got up and brought the materials to the front desk. "Ms. Chapman? I finished my research."

"Oh good. Just give those to me and I will see that they get properly shelved. Hello Captain, Seras," she said with that same dazzling smile.

"Say Celia, would you care to join us for a night on the town?" asked Pip hopefully. Seras rolled her eyes next to him.

"I'm sorry Captain, but it seems that someone ordered a large shipment of French pornography for the library. They paid in cash, so I wasn't able to trace it," she said with a sly look at Pip, who was suddenly sweating rather hard. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you?"

"Oh no! I-I know absolutely nothing at all! Maybe one of the men did it! I think I'll ask them later…uh now we have to go now! Bye!" replied the mercenary, almost shouting as he pushed Seras and Marcus out the door.

In the car ride into town, Seras and Marcus talked about A Midsummer Night's Dream, which they both enjoyed a lot.

"Puck has got to be the coolest being alive! I mean, he isn't completely evil like some people think, but is really just a well-meaning trickster out for a good time. And Bottom! What an ass! Hahaha! Get it?" said Marcus with a laugh. Seras and he talked like this until they got to the pub where they were going.

It was a nice place, though it smelled a little too much like cigar smoke and whiskey. They all got a table in the back and ordered drinks (root beer for Marcus and nothing for Seras) and mozzarella sticks from the busty waitress that Pip several of the men couldn't keep their eyes off of. They stayed and talked for about two hours, enjoying the food and each other's company.

It was about 7:15 when Marcus asked "'Why doesn't Sir Integra join us? I'm sure she has a lot of work to do, but you would think she would want a break from the paper work every once and a while."

Everyone stopped and starred at him for a good minute before they all broke out in laughter. Pip gripped his sides and spat out the beer he was drinking. Even Seras couldn't control herself and ended up falling out of her chair laughing.

"Marcus, Sir Integra hasn't taken a break in all of the time she's been head of the Hellsing Organization. That woman probably wouldn't know what to do if she had any time to herself, since she's always stuck in her office doing paperwork," said Pip once he had gotten a hold of himself. Smiling, he continued "Still, I'm sure that she would end up doing something boring like going to see an opera or visiting an art gallery. That woman needs to learn to have a good time."

Several of the men nodded to this, though Seras just glared at the Frenchman like a toad. They left later and went to go to a movie theater. On sight of the new releases, Marcus fell over laughing.

"Marcus? What's so fun- Ahahahahhahahahaha!" Seras said and Pip soon broke out into hysterics as well.

Playing at the theater was Van Helsing.

Needless to say, they walked out of the theater with varying thoughts.

Seras: They did a horrible job of that! The only thing good was the special effects…and Hugh Jackman. Swoon!

Marcus: I think it was okay. It had really good action scenes, but I wonder about the machinegun-crossbow. I wonder if one of Sir Integra's ancestors worked for Iscariot? Maybe I'll ask her…

Pip: KateBeckinsaleKateBeckinsaleKateBeckinsaleKate BeckinsaleKateBeckinsaleKateBeckinsaleKateBeckinsaleKateBeckinSaleKateBeckinsale

When Pip wanted to go into a mall with Seras, Marcus declined and kept walking after promising to be back by curfew. He wandered the streets of London, watching all of the people and places. He had been to the city before, but had never gotten such a good look like this. He passes by Buckingham Palace (of course wondering if the Queen was there), saw a stray dog being fed by some children with their parents, and two lovers walking out of a chocolate shop talking quietly. He was making his way across a bridge when he thought he heard a sound.

It wasn't very loud at first, but as he got closer to the other side of the Thames, Marcus heard it get louder. Walking faster now, he followed his ears across the street and through the park. The crescent moon smiled down on him like a Chesire Cat. He turned around a grove of trees and came upon a small pond. He could now discern the sound away from the rest of the city's, and was surprised at what his ears and eyes told him.

Standing on a pavilion looking over the pond was a girl. She looked beautiful in the moonlight, her blonde hair shining like gold against her pure white strapless dress. She was surrounded by vines, their flowers perfuming the air around her. But more importantly, she was singing. The song had no words, just notes, or at least he couldn't hear them. She just sang out in her flowing soprano voice, not even stopping to draw breath. Marcus was enraptured. He stepped up onto the structure and stood in the archway, just starring at her beauty. When the song was over, all he could hear was the beating of his heart and his breath.

"Did you enjoy my song?" she asked in a soft voice that was as sweet as honey to his ears. It took him a while to find his voice.

"Yes, very, very much," Marcus replied. She turned from the pond to look at him. Her blond hair framed her face perfectly, her ruby colored lips smooth and tempting.

"I'm glad. My name is Gloria. What's your name?"

"Marcus."

"That's a nice name. Would you like to sit down?" she said, gesturing to a stone bench that he had not seen before. He walked over and sat down next to her, at a loss for words. "Tell me Marcus, what are you doing here so late at night? Were you hoping to meet someone?" Gloria asked while twirling her hair around her finger.

"I-I was…I…I don't know…" Glancing at his watch, Marcus saw that he only had an half an hour to get back to the car. "I had better go…I might be late to-

"Oh, please stay with me! I don't want to be alone. And besides, you have all night," she pleaded.

"Yes," he said, starring into her deep blue eyes. "I do have all night…"

"Why don't you stay here with me? I'm sure we can find something to do…" she said leaning into him. With one hand she held his hand and with the other caressed his face. She kissed him on the lips, her lips as smooth as cherries. She kissed him again, only this time didn't stop. He closed his eyes as passion overtook him and he started kissing her back. He couldn't stop, he didn't want to. She was so beautiful.

He embraced her in his arms, running his hands up and down her back. She started kissing his neck and took off his jacket leaning farther and farther over him until she was on top of him. He inhaled, catching the whiff of her hair mixed in with the flowers around her. He kissed her again, finding the zipper on the back of her dress and slowly bringing it down to the small of her back. She lifted off his shirt rubbing her hands on his chest as he started to do the same.

Now kissing her neck, Marcus heard Gloria say "Yes, we have all night."

(Author's Note: Oooh! Cliffhanger! Damn, that was pretty damn sexy, if I do say so myself. Though if you don't think so, please review and give me some pointers, this is my first time writing anything remotely romantic. Like Ms. Chapman? Yeah, I thought so. I think this has all the workings of a manga: big guns, kick-ass vampires, sexy ladies, perverted Frenchmen…well fine, all mangas don't have that but still…Yayyyyy Kat Beckinsale!)