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Chapter Four

" Soooo, what do you think Alison? This one or… this one?" The Police Girl, Seras Victoria, stood in the middle of her room. She had moved her table aside so as to give her enough room to move comfortably around in. A tiny 'meow' was heard from on her table as a tiny kitten stretched out.

" Awwww, even though you're oh so cute, you're aren't all that good when it comes to picking out clothes, huh?" Another meow was echoed, same as the last time, and Seras sweatdropped at this.

When asking for the kittens advice, she had been showing her two dresses, flashing each one over her body. One was black, form fitting, and reaching a foot or so above her knees, having spaghetti straps that were invisible. She wasn't all that into the whole 'no straps' thing. The other dress, the one she was leaning towards, was a brilliant red color, a deeper shade than the reddest of rubies. Reaching down to her ankles, flowing out ever so slightly, it was covered in beautiful sequins.

That particular dress was actually fairly simple, with red straps reaching over her shoulders also.
" Alright! And so it is this one. I'll wear the red one… now, to set a date… I suppose I should talk to Sir Integra abou-"

" About what, Police Girl?"

Seras' eyes widened. She had been caught red-handed with the dresses, however, her Master's voice was coming from behind her, there was still a chance that he hadn't seen the dress that she was going to wear.

" About… when I'm going on another mission! Yes, that's the ticket! Now um…" Taking a risk, she dove for her bed and shoved the dress as far as possible under her matress. Having sufficiently covered the dress, she was left halfway on her bed, her top half still leaning on the matress.

" Well Police Girl, I didn't realize that you wanted me so badly…" Seras' entire face lit up like a bright red fire cracker at her Master's seductive remark and she immediantly turned her self around to find herself staring up at her Master. Half of her bdy was on the bed while her Master was standing in front of her, a leg on each side of her body.

He leaned over her until his face was mere inches from hers. She could feel his long black hair dangling over him as it brushed across her cheek and touched her palms. Each strand seemed to be made of nothing but silk. Dangerous thoughts passed through her mind, as she blushed a shade deeper for each thought.

" Erm.. M-Master I…" She shrank as far down as she could go, yet no matter how low she shrank, he never seemed to get farther away from her face. Alucard flashed his fanged grin at her as he drew closer until Seras could feel his warm breath on her cheek. Out of nowhere, it seemed, he flinched and stood back up.

" Well Police Girl, I suppose we'll have to finish this at a later time. My Master calls me… Farewell… Seras." With that last surprising remark, he dissapated, leaving behind only his words and the way his hair had felt on her skin. Almost as though she was waiting for Alucard to leave, the tiny kitten pounced onto Seras' stomach and mewed softly at her.

" That certainly was close, right Alison? Now… let's go talk to Sir Integra… I just hope that I'm making the right decision, eh kitty?"

" Meow…"

Alucard had gotten quite close. Even though he knew for a fact that Seras was singing in her off time, he still wanted the Police Girl to break down and tell him herself. As he reappeared into his room, he leaned back in his own chair and swirled his already full goblet of blood. His Master had wanted nothing from him and he wondered if perhaps he had known that he had gotten so close to Seras…

"Hm?" He frowned and sat back up. He had been left a bottle of blood instead of his usual packet and upon further inspection, this was wine, a fine vintage at that. Upon lifting the bottle up, he found that there was a piece of folded parchment tied to the neck of the bottle with a silvery string.

Feeling skeptical, he untied the parchment and unfolded it. The letters were written in a silvery ink, cursive and curly shaped letters spelled out an invitation. As he read, his eyebrow raised in curiosity.

The message read:

Master Alucard

Please join us for

A wonderful evening of dinner.

This Saturday the fifteenth at ten o'clock pm

Meet us at The Red Rose Restaruant and dress appropriatly

We do hope to see you there.

He read and re-read the leter wondering at who sent it and why he should bother to come. Through narrowed eyes, he thought about this.

" Who better to ask then my Master?" He slowly phased out of his room and reappeared next to his Master's desk.

" What do you want Alucard? I'm very busy…" Indeed, Sir Integra did look quite busy. Still, he flashed the card in front of her face, leaving it right in front of her. Once that was there, Integra stopped her work and pushed her glasses up her nose. She picked up the care and read it carefully.

A rare smile flickered across her face as she quickly rummaged through one of her many drawers.

" It seems we all got the same invitation, did we not Alucard?" She quickly flashed her own invitation in front of his face. He snatched it from her own gloved hand and read hers. He made a noncomital noise and threw it back down onto her desk.

" And so it seems that we both got the same invitation, did we not? And do you happen to know, my Master who sent it?"

" Alucard, I have no idea who sent this, and I don't care. Now I have work to do, and I do believe that we have to prepare for for this dinner. Ten o'clock, correct?"

Alucard growled angrily at his Master before disappearing back to his room. He wasn't sure who left it for him, but he had a pretty good idea…

His next option was to ask Walter. Walter knew everyone and everything that went on, and if anyone knew who had left that wine and note for him, it would be Walter. Once again, Alucard decided to do this the old fashioned way, he wasn't about to read people's minds… at least, not until he hit rock bottom.

The next person to visit on his list just happened to be Walter. As nonchalantly as possible, the great Nosferatu passed through wall after wall searching for the Hellsing retainer. After searching for a few boring and slightly anxious moments, Alucard finally managed to find Walter. Walter just happened to be cleaning Seras' Harkonnen, whistling all the while.

" Master Alucard, what would be the reason for such an unexpected visit, hm?" Alucard chuckled, Walter did indeed seem to know whenever he was near. Fairly interesting talent for a human, even if they were the Angel of Death.

" You wouldn't have given me this note, hm?" Not feeling quite in the mood for joking with the retainer, Alucard jumped right into his question. Walter set down the Harkonnen momentarily and held out his hand, waiting for the note that Alucard handed over a moment later. After scanning over it quickly, an almost invisible smile flashed across his face before disappearing. Alucard frowned at this and stood expectantly, now towering over him.

" Well, Master Alucard, it seems as though you have some preparing to do before this date. And, if it helps, I got one quite like yours. In other words, I have no idea who sent it." With that, Walter bent back down over the Harkonnen and resumed his cleaning even though it seemed now to sparkle.

Alucard growled and portaled himself back to his own dwellings. He was tired of this, and he wanted to know who sent it.

Sullenly he sipped on his blood and stewed over this, thinking over possible solutions. Finally, having stewed long enough over possible solutions, he decided there truly was only one solution.

" It seems as though I must find myself a tuxedo…" He grinned, hoping that it was worth his time…

A/N: Heh heh heh, I love to do this, you know, just leaving you guys hanging like this. But I actually need to find song lyrics, and since I don't have time for that right now, you'll have to deal with this and be happy. :nods: Yes yes, you will, yes. Besides… once it gets down to the endings, I'm not all that good at making them up, heh heh? .;