DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hellsing, or any of these characters (except Alucard in my dreams). I do not use them with permission, but I use them with respect.
For a man of his age, Walter C. Dornez had a rather modern taste for music. Although he loved the classical greats, he was very fond of Massive Attack and Tricky; he found the trip-hop sound to be both relaxing and invigorating. His master Sir Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing shared his passions for classical music and trip-hop. Walter smiled to himself, remembering how as a child Integra had, for a time, been a huge fan of none other than the Spice Girls. He chuckled as he thought of her standing in front of her bedroom mirror, clutching a hairbrush and singing the sugary pop tunes with great enthusiasm. Walter had once caught Alucard humming "Wannabe," a fact the vampire vehemently denied. Shortly after this incident all of Integra's Spice Girls records mysteriously vanished, never to be seen or heard again. Walter suspected Alucard stole his stereo on occasion; every now and then he would turn it on and be greeted by Slayer or Sarah McLachlan, two of Alucard's favorites. The Slayer had come as no surprise, but Walter wondered how Alucard discovered Sarah McLachlan. It didn't seem right somehow, a bloodthirsty monster listening to such gentle and soothing melodies. As for Alucard's fledgling Seras Victoria, Walter realized he had no idea what kind of music the Police Girl enjoyed. Although they had spoken about many things, including both her former life and her new life with the Hellsing organization, they had never discussed music. Throughout the course of their conversations, Walter had become quite enamored of the Police Girl, although he would not allow himself to recognize his feelings. She was intelligent, articulate, serene...everything he loved in a woman.
Humming Beethoven's "Ode to Joy," Walter made his way down into the Hellsing basement. It was shortly before sunset, and the mansion's two resident vampires would soon be awake and hungry. Life in the compound had been relatively peaceful lately; the small number of vampire incidents had allowed the residents to settle into a gentle routine...at least as gentle as could be allowed by an organization devoted to fighting the undead.
Walter froze as he approached Seras's room; he heard what sounded like footsteps coming from within. He opened the door.
"Miss Vict..." he began, but the words died on his lips.
Inside, Seras Victoria was dancing.
