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Chapter Six

" Police Girl, if you don't stop pacing, I'm going to throw my racket at you…" The already agitated Seras Victoria turned and stamped her foot at her Master.

" It's not my fault! I can't help it… I'm so nervous, in just a few hours we have to play Sir Integra and Pip! And I don't know if we're supposed to beat them, or if we can, or-or if we're supposed to-"

Before she completely started to ramble, which wouldn't have ended well for she wouldn't have stopped, the great Nosferatu stood and walked over towards her. He then placed his gloved hand on her head which immediately silenced her. Whether or not Seras truly realized this, her Master seemed to have quite the soothing effect on her.

" I've already told you Police Girl. We are better than they are, and people who are better than other people are naturally supposed to take their position on top of the food chain. Therefore, we'll beat them, and I'm willing to be that we won't even be forced to break a sweat."

Seras sighed and leaned forward into him, surprising Alucard quite a bit. To him, Seras was hardly ever forward with anything, let alone being whatsoever interested in him. Almost before she had really leaned on him, the younger of the two began pacing once again. At least this time, she was no longer muttering under her breath. Instead, she was deep in thought, and Alucard was beginning to wonder if she was going to wear a hole in the floor soon.

The elder vampire sat down on her chair, feet up on the table. Both vampires were in Seras' room. At the moment, Alucard guessed it was almost time for someone to come and get them to play. He lowered the brim of his hat over his eyes and rested, trying not to allow the Police Girl's nervousness get to him.

As he waited, he reviewed his past week or so. He really had spent most of his time with the Police Girl, and she was pretty damn good at this tennis sport of hers. They had pushed each other while playing and that was really the only time he had enjoyed doing something trivial.

Another thought popped into his head. Was it possible that he didn't really care about beating his Master? A tiny smile spread across his mouth at the thought of rubbing his Master's nose in the dirt. However, even that perspective didn't make him as happy as he thought it should. Was it possible… that he had actually enjoyed his time with the Police Girl?

" Aghddok! What do we do?" Then again…

" Wake up Police Girl."

" Huh?... Wha?"

" You fell asleep…" Seras lethargically rubbed the sleep from her eyes and lifted her head. Standing above her was Alucard. Still next to him stood Walter, Sir Integra, and an over enthusiastic looking Pip.

" Yes… Although I don't exactly mind watching cute girls sleep, I want to kick your ass in tennis, now hurry up!" Seras blushed deeply and stood up, stretching much like a cat. She then grabbed her racket and stomped her way right up to Pip's face. Waving her racket slightly and staring him right in the eyes, she quickly snapped back,

" You couldn't beat us if you tried you French pervert! I've got the best partner and I've been playing way longer than you have…" They continued with their little cat fight until Sir Integra broke it up.

" That's enough, both of you. Now hurry up…" First Walter exited, followed by Sir Integra, a still battling Pip and Seras and finally, Alucard. He followed slowly, pondering over the little Police Girl's words. Could she have possibly meant that? Meant that he was the 'best partner'?

" Maaaaaassteeeeeeerrrrrr! Hurry up please! I want to kick their butts! We have to hurry up! If we don't then they'll make it so that we have to forfeit!" Alucard grinned his fangy grin and slowly dissolved into the air, leaving an angry Seras behind. " DAMN IT MASTER!"

" Hello friends, from near and far. Welcome to the first (and hopefully last) tennis championship!" Cheers were heard throughout the Hellsing tennis courts. The retainer of the Hellsings sat behind a desk where a microphone had been set up. In front of the desk was at least six feet of bullet proof glass. Perhaps he had gone a bit overboard with the precautionary risks… Then again, vampires and tennis? Who knew?

Because he was unable to participate in the sport, he had chosen, instead, to become the announcer. Both teams were off the courts and were preparing to play. Sir Integra and Pip were going over strategies. Well, technically it was more of Pip doing the talking and Sir Integra doing the cold staring…

However, on the other side of this particular immense room, both of the resident vampires waited, one standing while the other sat. Seras stood taking it all in, her eyes wide in disbelief. She couldn't believe this. She could not believe that she had been making the trek from the manor to the courts and back when all of the time there was a huge stadium down here!

Not only that, but she was incredibly anxious. She couldn't quite place it, but she just felt nervous. Alucard on the other hand, was a completely different story. He sat on the benches provided for their team doing nothing more than breathing. In fact, he wasn't even doing that.

However, if anyone would have gotten a look at his eyes they would have surely gone running for the hills.

" I can't believe that you're making me wear this Police Girl…"
" Wha?"

Seras turned and looked at him bewildered. Her look of confusion was countered with Alucard's look of pure hatred.

" You heard very well what I said… Tell me again why I agreed to this…."

" Which part? The playing tennis or the outfit?"

" The outfit you idiot!"

Although slightly hurt by the 'idiot' remark, Seras was forced to stifle a laugh and kill a smile before it presented itself on her face. Instead of wearing his usual long red coat, hat and glasses, he was wearing something quite different. Something that he did not approve of, in any way, shape, or form.

In place of his usual attire, the elder of the vampires had donned shorts. Yes, shorts. The shorts reached to just barefly above his knees. While his legs were in fairly nice shape, they were also incredibly pale. He was also sporting matching wrist bands and a head band, hardly keeping his hair back and out of his face. Luckily, he had had enough force to make the police girl turn down the lime green outfits and pick up the black ones instead.

Seras, on the other hand, was wearing what most females wore when they played tennis. A black mini tennis skirt and matching shirt. She too had wrist bands and another across her forehead, helping to keep her hair back. Her outfit was also adourned with the Hellsing symbol on the shoulders where they were usually in her Police Girl outfit.

" Oh, come on Master, you don't look that bad…" She was forced to stifle another laugh as he stood, towering over her. Just as Seras was sure he was going to hit her, Walter's voice rang out from across the room.

" It's almost time to begin! If the two teams will come and meet, they will shake hands and the tournament shall begin. The first team to twenty points, with each score equaling one point, wins!" A few puzzled faces were seen in the crowds. Were those really the rules? Voices buzzed out along the tiny seats as many of the people discussed this amongst themselves…

The crowd. Yes, the crowd was made up of every single staff member Hellsing had. Put together, that did indeed come out to be quite a crowd. With so many people who had to root for Sir Integra, there were still a fair few who wanted to see the vampires kick their butts.

Seras and Alucard picked up their rackets and walked steadily over to Sir Integra and Pip, both of which were on their way to the left side of the court; the side where Walter sat. He had thought this through first however, and he sat far beyond reach of any tennis balls, plus, Seras and Alucard would be playing on that side. There would be no concussions that day!

Both teams met in the middle, Alucard across from Sir Integra, and Pip across from Seras. In their own little ways they had a bit of a face-off right there.

" Ah, so I'm supposing the winner will get to see up your skirt?"

" You dirty pervert! If I wasn't saving my energy, I'd pound the crap out of you right here, right now!" Seras and Pip shook hands, and Pip then proceeded to kiss her hand which earned him a smack upside the head. Yet the real fireworks were going on between Sir Integra and Alucard. Each stared unblinkingly into each other's eyes. For them this wasn't just a tennis match, there was far more to it than that.

They stared daggers at each other as they mechanically shook hands.

" Nice shorts Alucard…"

" Yes, you'll be thinking that when we win, right Maste?" Alucard grinned and moved himself to shake Pip's hand while Seras went to shake Sir Integra's.

" Teams! Take your sides, this match is almost ready to begin, so let's get a move on it!"

Alucard and Seras were already on their side, so all they needed to wait for was for Sir Integra and Pip to make it to their side.

" Ugh… the nerve of that idiot! I'm going to squish him like a spider!" Seras was still fuming, the tips of her ears a bright pink.

" Control your anger, Police Girl."

" Right, er… sorry…" As both parties made their way at their own pace to their own side of the court a noticeable change soon overtook the entire crowd. All of the quiet whispers had stopped almost immediately and a tense air had settled instead. It was almost like the quiet before the storm.

" For those of who don't know, this is Hellsing tennis. The rules are mainly the same but some have been altered slightly for one reason or another. And, there are winners for each team."

This statement seemed to stir up yet another wave of speaking until Walter unleashed a loud whistle into the microphone which, echoing from each of the six speakers set up in various places, even made the vampires wince in pain.

" I'm under orders from each team's leader that I'm not to say who wins what until, well, they win it. Naturally the team's captain's have told the other party what they're to win…" Seras cocked her head at this and looked questioningly over at her Master. She didn't remember him telling her anything about winning something, much less what they win… Did he have something up his sleeve? What's more, did she need to be worried and should she try to throw the game?

" Don't even think about it Police Girl…" Seras was jolted out of her thoughts by her Master.

" Master?"

" You heard me. You never seem to listen however, and you also never seem to remember that I can hear your thoughts. Don't even think about throwing the game. We will win unless, during this week, my Master and 'ze French pig' have learned some sort of vampiric skills…'

The Police Girl raised her eyebrows in surprise. Her Master must have something interesting or great planned for them! But… would she like it? And did it involve… killing? A shiver wracked her body at the thought of having to kill someone just because they won a tennis match…

" Are both teams ready for the first match?"

From both ends came a very clear 'yes' or 'ready'.

" Then let the game begin!" Another servant, we'll call her Sara, who happened to know the basic rules of tennis was sitting in a high chair on the sidelines placed in the middle. She had volunteered to oversee the match, besides that, she had been the only person to voluteer for she didn't exactly know that Alucard and Seras were vampires.

Sir Integra was the first to serve and ironically she was matched up, in a sense, with Alucard yet that wasn't to whom she hit to. Risking a dive, Seras just barely managed to hit the ball back, however it was hit just a tad too hard and there the young Sara ends her story.

" Oh my God is she okay! I didn't mean to do that! Oh…." Just a few moments into the game and already Seras had knocked out the referee. After hitting the ball, it had veered off to the right and had hit Sara right in the head, not only knocking her unconscious, but knocking her off of her chair.

Walter was quite thankful that he wasn't refereeing, his heart just wasn't in it. The Angel of Death could only handle so much… However, even from his seat, the Hellsing retainer could tell that this was going to be quite a game…

A/N: Ha ha, cliff-hanger there… I've actually got this pretty much figured out, and it's definitely going to go much farther than tennis if you know what I mean… but for who? Could Integra have grown 'fond' of Pip? Could Alucard have a special surprise for poor Seras? And will Sara ever recover? I dunno, but you'll just have to wait till I can figure it out, k? So, what do you think? R&R please! .