Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN HELLSING…. And I probably never will.

Chapter Six

Having finally stepped off the stage (thinking back to it now, Seras began to wonder if perhaps the stage had been seventeen stories high), Seras nervously made her way over to the Hellsing Table. From her view, they each looked like they wanted to throw rotten tomatoes at her… Subconsciously she attempted to look for any indication of a tomato throwing.

However, fate seemed to either be against her, or was reading her mind. Out of nowhere bobbed the owner of the restaurant. He looked positively frantic.

" Seras! I've been looking all over for you."

" But I was just on stage, why would you need to look for me?" Silence was greeted by her obvious question.

"… Anyhow… I need you to close up the restaurant for me, understand?" Seras then performed something she had yet to do. She made the most confused face that has ever been seen by anyone, anywhere, at anytime. Why on Earth would she be closing up? That really didn't make much sense…

" Sir, I don't mean to be rude… But shouldn't one of your employees be doing that? I mean, you're not even paying me and it just doesn't quite make any sense…"

" I'll pay you five hundred dollars to clean up and close down for the night without stealing anything. Is that clear? All of my employees have left for the night, except for the chefs… but they're insane and must never, under any circumstances, be allowed to close for the night. By ten, make sure than everyone is GONE, then be closed by eleven or so, here are the keys. Get it, got it, good."

Before Seras could even begin to contemplate the problems that entailed with this, the manager was gone. Not knowing what else to do, she stomped around for a moment until she realized that the people at the nearby tables were staring.

Well, she couldn't very well go about cleaning up wearing the beautiful dress that she wore now. Yet before she turned towards the dressing room, she gestured helplessly towards the Hellsing Table. She didn't even attempt to explain what happened, for she had no idea what to say.

" Alucard, why is she turning around." Integra's usual harsh tone had turned to a much more incredulous one as Seras shrugged with a sad look in her eyes and turned around to leave.

" She has to close up the restaurant."

" Oh…" That was all that Integra could say. Oh.

Pip was flushed and looked incredibly pleased with himself. Lord only knows what he was thinking, or planning for that matter. Walter was still staring at the stage which was now being taken up by quite a large looking trucker with several tattoos and fairly strange smell that seemed to reach even their table.

All conversation then seemed to cease at the Hellsing Table as each of them were lost in their own thoughts.

Dinner came, dinner left as did dessert. Still Seras did not come and by the time people were being ushered out of the restaurant, it became clear that she wouldn't be joining them for quite a while.

" Come on Alucard, it's time to leave." Alucard's head snapped up faster than a rubber band. His eyes seemed to glow, yet whether it was from anger or not, they were shining with something. A minute passed. Then another, and another.

" I expect you both to join us later."

" I am staying too, Sir Integra!"

" No you're not. Now hurry up…. You're as drunk as an alcoholic on St. Patrick's day…" Staggering slightly, Pip stood up to immediately lean onto Sir Integra. As they were exiting, Pip said,

" You know-know, you are vary sexy when you are drunk…" Without saying a word, Integra punched him in the arm hard enough for him to be shoved into Walter who shouldered him out to the car.

" She is vary wild eh, Walter?"

" You may want to be quiet Pip… Sir Integra is not the one of whom is drunk…" The rest of the conversation was lost as they quickly exited and called up the car, Pip still as drunk as could be.

Alucard narrowed his eyes before fading out to wait for the right moment...

Yawning, Seras finally plopped down on the nearest seat, at once resting her head on the thing in front of her, taking solace in the cool wood.

" I am never… ever… ever going to own a restaurant…" Brief images of what she had wanted to happen that night flashed through her head. Alucard applauding vibrantly, Alucard sweeping her up into a hug, Alucard bringing her close and suddenly-

" That's enough now Seras… It's thinking like that that's going to get you killed… or beaten… or something." Luckily enough for her, she had finally finished with everything that needed to be finished. Dishes had been washed, floor swept, tables cleaned and chairs placed on top of the tables. Amazingly enough, there had actually been a list of thing to do.

She smiled wanly and slightly shook her head. She wondered whether or not that strange owner had been planning this.

Forcing herself to move, she pulled her head up and finally noticed just what she had sat down on. Beneath her she sat on a piano bench, while under her head she had leaned on the actual piano, the cover resting over the keys. For some reason, her fingers itched, begging her to play one last song before giving up her life of singing and such. However, there was only one song she knew.

Smiling widely now, she pushed up the cover and reached into her backpack for her notebook. The notebook, a simple little thing with college rule lines, held the recent songs she had sung, and several other things like journal entries. Skipping past several pages she found the one she was looking for.

" Moonlight Sonata…" Placing her fingers on the starting keys and looking over the notes one more time, she allowed her fingers to flow across the keyboard, memories flooding in on her.

Softly the music seemed to sound, the low and sad notes seemed the cover everything in the silent restaurant. For the next four minutes or so, there was nothing but Seras Victoria, and the piano. Every so often she hummed softly, just so. Once the last of the notes had been played she slowly opened her eyes and sighed deeply, breathing in the almost musty air and drinking in the silence.

As she placed the notebook back into the backpack and closed the cover, she heard a clapping behind her. A slow and loud clapping. Turning on a pivot, Seras turned around faster than she thought possible.

" Master! Oh God, you scared me to death… erm, life… Whichever…" She yawned and stood up stretching like the tiny kitten Alison back in he room.

" So Seras. You sing. You dance. I'm beginning to wonder what it is that you don't do." She blushed slightly before smiling at him, proud to have at least received a polite comment from her.

" Well Sir, to be honest, you don't really know all that much about me… My father taught me that song a long time ago… Apparently it was my mother's favorite song…" Alucard's shining eyes seemed to darken for a moment, scaring Seras into silence. Truthfully she had no idea why he was staring at her with such malice in his eyes. Still, vampire or not, she was tired.

Making sure that the cover was over the keys, she stood up, eyes glancing over everything. However, halfway through her check-up, her eyes glanced over Alucard, who just happened to be standing in front of her. Besides that, he was incredibly close. From where she was, Seras could smell his clothes, some sort of light cologne that played at the nose.

Without warning, and faster than she though possible, his face was less than a centimeter from hers. She could feel his breath on her cheeks and could smell the light peppermint smell from his breath. The dark red of his eyes met with her own contacted blue ones and she had the feeling that he was searching for something.

Doing her best to not flinch, she stared right at him, unblinking, unmoving, until he stood and placed his hands on her shoulders. Butterflies quickly took residence in her stomach, for some reason making her legs and hands shake uncontrollably.

" You did well, Police Girl… Seras…" There was something else in his voice. Briefly Seras wondered if, perhaps, she was losing her mind. His words were soft, and there was another emotion there, simply calming her. Without her realizing it, a blush had worked it's way to her face as she continued to meet his eyes.

However, she was loath to do much else to do anything more embarrassing in front of him. Her thoughts flicked back to her hair, still straightened, wavy and back in a pony-tail, and her make-up, a bit smeared but still there.

She looked away, doing her best not to look at all at her Master. Looking left and right, she saw that she had indeed done a thorough job of cleaning. Eventually, however, she was forced to look ahead, back at Alucard. If she didn't know any better, she would say that he was much closer to her than he had been a moment before.

Abruptly she realized that he wore a tuxedo, and quite a flattering one at that, with his long hair swept back and his eyes uncovered (for once) without his glasses. Having noticed his apparel, she was, of course, reminded that she wore nothing more than an old shirt with a pair of jeans.

Seemingly without a warning, Alucard leaned even closer to the point where Seras could smell his clothes, his sweeping hair even seemed to have it's own scent. Besides that, there was another faint odor present, some sort of cologne that encouraged her to press her nose to his jacket and breathe deeply. Another blush worked it's way to her ears at this though.

" So, young Seras…" She was immediately jolted out of her small daydream, her eyes brought back into focus to meet with his.

" So… You want romance, correct?"

" I…" Before she could even answer that truthfully, Alucard took a wide step back from her and swept his arm around the room. Instantly the room was pitch black and Seras was pitched into a moment of panic. Vampire or not, one did not give up simple fears such as of the dark so easily. A moment after the fear began to creep into her mind, the room was light back up with a much softer light. Candles had been placed strategically around, lighting up the room, while keeping it light and soft. She wondered briefly how she hadn't noticed them when she was cleaning up…

Seras could see her Master's face, flickering in and out of the light, giving him an even more mysterious look than he already had. Instead of invading her personal space as he was prone to do, he made another sweeping movement that Seras recognized as a low bow to her.

" Do not be rude, my dear Seras." She smiled at him before making a curtsy to the best of her abilities, for she was still in jeans. Moving as fluidly as a stream, for he knew quite well how to dance, he stepped back towards Seras. He placed one hand on her waist and took her other hand in his. When she did not move, he sighed before placing her other hand on his shoulder, a feat Seras found tricky, him being so tall, and her being just so short.

"You've never danced before have you? It's of no matter. Follow my lead." Regardless of her better knowledge, she still remained speechless. Not knowing what else to do, she did indeed follow his lead. He stayed with simple motions, moving her left and right. Once she had the hand of that, he began doing a few more complicated steps until she was dancing fairly well.

Halfway through his 'training session', he paused before humming a slow and almost sad tune, one much like that of Moonlight Sonata. It invaded her senses, calming her even more than before, and soon the butterflies were no more. After a few minutes, Seras was comfortable enough to rest her head on his chest. Eyes closed, Seras could almost hear his heart beat. His humming was all she heard as they danced in the empty restaurant, and still she felt an immense urge to laugh. Here she was, in an empty restaurant, dancing with her Master in quite a romantic location. Truthfully, Seras believed it had to be fake. Perhaps she was dreaming.

She attempted to push this out of her head, but the unrest wouldn't leave her be. Whether he read or mind, or was simply able to sense her unrest, he stopped halfway through a step and gently pushed her off his chest. He placed his forefinger beneath her chin and raised her head so that once more their eyes met.

" You look ridiculous with those contacts. Your eyes almost look purple…"

" Well I couldn't simply go out with red eyes… I think it may have been a bit of a sign." Alucard growled low in his throat before reaching his finger towards her eye.

"Master! Let me take them out!" Contrary to popular belief, most people did not enjoy having other people's hands shoved into their eyes. He released her, stepping back a bit to give her moving room. She then proceeded to pull out one contact, and then the other before dropping them on the floor. There was nothing else to do with them, and she wasn't about to save them.

Once they were both out and her eyes were their natural (in a sense) color, she raised her eyes once more to meet his.

"Better, Master?" Instead of answering, he stepped closer to her and once more raised up her head, bringing his face closer than before. A lock of his black hair fell forward on her cheek, even from there she could tell that it was soft, softer than silk as far as she could tell. His gloved hand came up to her opposite cheek, gently stroking her cheekbone. A tiny flutter passed through Seras' stomach at this. The flutter soon grew to a typhoon of butterflies as he drew her face even closer to say,

" Much better."

Seras wasn't quite sure what to do. She knew very well what she'd like to do, that much was certain. But knowing her Master, there was a fifty percent chance that he would rip her to pieces.

But oh how she wanted to try.

Before Seras could even gather up the courage to try, her Master beat her to it. He drew her in closer than when they had been dancing, placed on gloved hand behind her head, just under her pony-tail, and finally allowed his mouth to meet and claim hers.

For the first half a second, Seras was nothing less than shocked. Of all the things she had expected to happen this night, this had not been one of them. However, on the same note, closing someone else's restaurant when she doesn't even work there was another. She began to wonder if maybe she was losing her touch on expecting things.

Once the surprise was over, she adapted fairly well. Her hands came up to meet with his hair, fingers entwining with each strand while appreciating just how soft it felt; almost as though it wasn't there.

A few minutes (yes, minutes) later, her kiss was over. He pulled away and looked down on her with a bit of a smug look about him. Seras hardly noticed, she was still in the moment and feeling fairly dizzy.

" So Seras, enough romance for you?" She nodded vaguely and smiled up at him, attempting not to blush. From somewhere within the folds of his tuxedo jacket, he withdrew a blood-red rose, the stem speckled with a few thorns. Bowing slightly, Alucard handed it to her, a smile playing on his lips.

Brining the rose to her nose, she inhaled deeply and was vaguely aware of a tingling sensation in her nose. Before she could say or ask anything, a strange and almost unusual drowsiness overtook her. Each eye felt as though it was weighted with fifteen pounds of lead, one eye closing moments after the first one. Not only were her eyes affected, but her body movements and thoughts slowed as though she had recently been thawed from a thousand year freezing.

"Mmmastterrr… Whut.." Seras found it difficult to form words, much less complete thoughts or sentences. Before long, she found it difficult to stand up, her legs feeling as though they were turning to jelly.

As her vision grew fuzzy, she was slightly aware of her Master coming closer to her, looming now.

" Now Police Girl, we'd better not wait, dawn is coming much to fast…" Everything else was then lost to darkness…

"Seras… Seras… Seras, if you don't wake up, there won't be any ghouls for you to massacre." Abruptly, Seras awoke, feeling nothing less that confused. Slowly things came back, yet they were muddled and the clearest thing that popped out at her, was the kiss.

" Walter? What's going on?"

"Why, Ms. Victoria, you arrived sometime early this morning. Technically it's much later, in fact, around nine pm. It's time to go fight. Your Harkonnen is ready." She smiled, still vastly confused. Had all of that really happened? Had she finally gotten the attention from her Master that she had long been waiting for?

Walter had long since exited her room, and as Seras changed out of her pajamas (how on Earth had she changed into her pajamas?) and into her uniform, her eyes managed to glance over her small wooden table. There, in a small, glass vase, was the exact rose that Alucard had given her the night before.

Seras could do nothing more than freeze where she stood. Her heart practically skipped it's non-existent heartbeat as she thought that maybe, things may just have changed.

Slowly she picked up her Harkonnen before pausing at the doorframe. The thought of fighting thrilled her. Whether or not she was going to admit it, she missed the violence that one experienced when ripping through a ghoul or vampire. She glanced once more at the rose as a smile worked it's was to her lips.

Maybe…

The End

A/N: Yes. It sucks. I realize this. However, I seem to lack the necessary imagination that it takes to complete stories. I truly don't know why this is. It's near impossible for me to finish a story with a good ending. By the time I go over and re-edit (and such) this final chapter, I hope that maybe it only sucks a 7 on the 1-10 scale. Please don't flame this! I beg you! If it helps, I should have my Tennis Anyone final chapter out really soon, and I don't think that that one will suck. I still love you, even if you've lost your respect for me… u.u…