Disclaimer: Well, would you look at that. I really, truly, do not own Hellsing… Hm…

Chapter Seven

" Will the two teams please stop for their thirty minute break. The score now is 12 to 15, we will resume in thirty minutes. Thank you." Seras and Alucard walked slowly off the court, one bent over the other twitching. While Seras was indeed a vampire, she was tired. Who'd have thought that they would be having such a tough time with humans?

Both finally made it to the bench where the younger of the two collapsed, quite un-lady-like, onto the bench. Because she was especially tired, and at the moment she didn't care about anyone else, she lay length wise on the bench taking up almost the entire thing. Instead of growling or throwing threats, Alucard plopped down at the end where her feet were, lifted her legs slightly, sat down, then replaced her legs on his lap as he sagged lifelessly against the wall. Contrary to believe, he wasn't so much tired as confused. About what? Who knows? This is Alucard, attempting to crack Alucard's mind was like trying to read Latin backwards while blindfolded.

" Master… I'm exhausted. We've got to win though… If we just get five more points then we've got this game in the bag…." Awaiting a response, Seras was slightly annoyed at having none. When she managed to lift her head up to have a look at him, she saw him sipping blood through a straw.

" Where did you get that? Walter is over in the box and we're nowhere near the kitchen."

" Here. Drink. And don't even think about not drinking. You won't get away with that right now." While she usually would have found someway around it, her body was far too exhausted to defy this. Her hand loosely grabbed at the bag and as she lay back down, she slurped lightly on the straw, savoring the taste.

Being the reader, you're most likely wondering several things at this moment. Perhaps you're wondering why on Earth the two teams continued to play until the score reached as such. Well, the answer to that is quite simple.

Neither of them wanted to stop.

Once this had started, nay, before this had even been thought of, this was much like a battle, one of which both sides were determined to win. Time-outs had been called several times, none of them (of course) heeded by either of them. When they had finally been stopped to break it was only because if they did not rest, they would drop.

Another little detail is what happened to the poor unfortunate young girl, Sara. Along with that question, who had been refereeing throughout the entire game. To answer that question, we shall pay a trip the official Hellsing Hospital Wing.

Hellsing Hospital Wing

Laying on a pale white hospital bed was a pale white girl, also known as Sara. A few other members of the Hellsing staff were seated around her bed, awaiting impatiently for her awake. Around her head were several white bandages. Where the ball hit her there was a dark red stain.

" Think she's going to wake up?"

" Well…, I mean, she was hit by that ditz…" For the time being, let's call these two Jeff and Blake. Sara had, quite sadly, been knocked into something much like a coma. At the moment, she was dreaming of being chased by large tennis balls with Seras' face on them. Technically it was more like a nightmare, but really, does it matter?

" Hey, who do you think is gonna win?" Silence was met by Jeff's question. Soon after, he was cursing, for Blake had hit him upside the head.

" What do you mean who's going to win? Who else CAN win? The vampires of course! Yeah, sure, that Seras knocked out your fiancé, but still, come on, they're vampires!"

From there, the two were soon ear deep in quite a heated argument. However, because Sara was vaguely aware of what was going on, she was now being chased by tennis balls with Seras' face on them while evil words were pelting her face. Somewhere, far away from her nightmare, a lone tear fell down her cheek. She just wanted to go home. And maybe to buy a taco…

Back at the Tennis Courts…

Because Sara was, quite clearly, unable to referee in this particular game (while she had learned to never do it again) there was still the question of who was to overlook this game.

Well, obviously, not a single one of them wanted to. They had all seen what had happened to Sara and not another person there wanted that fate to befall them. Still, someone had to do it…

Integra had soon stepped in to fix this problem.

" If you have disrespected or disobeyed any of the rules and are supposed to be punished for it sometime soon, this will be your punishment." Luckily for them, Seras' aim had been good and only two of them had suffered mishaps including a broken ankle and, somehow, something involving a hot dog that will not be stated here.

" If the two teams would prepare to play, you both have five minutes. Please return to the court." Groggy, Seras mumbled something unintelligible and turned over ever so slightly. Since when are dreams so loud? Sheesh, how's a vampire to get any sleep? She yawned widely and stretched out her arms.

" Ow." Her hand seemed to have hit something.

" Police Girl, please remove your hand from my eye. Contrary to popular belief, it's really very uncomfortable." Seras eeped loudly and pulled her hand back. She then proceeded to sit up and bashed her head smack dab into her Master's.

" Do you like to hurt me Police Girl?" Seras blushed shook her head trying to push away the throbbing pain in her head.

" Is your head made of brick Master?" Alucard chuckled and stood straight up. He already had his racket in his playing hand, while in his other hand was Seras' racket. She took it from him and stretched out a bit more. He offered her his hand, which she took gratefully, and stood back up.

" Time to go?"

" Time to go." Sighing she followed her master back to the court. Her thoughts were muddled and she was having a bit of a problem thinking straight, much less walking straight.

" The match will begin in about one minute. The teams may stretch. In fact, I find that it's sometimes healthy and helps to keep one's muscles ready to perform." Seras waved and bobbed back and forth, barely awake.

" Police Girl, you're not even on the right side."

" Hm?"

" Are you listening to me?" Seras was aware of her Master coming over and pushing her a bit roughly over to her side. Before long, the match was ready to continue. The last point had been given to Integra and Pip, therefore they were the ones to serve. The call, "Serve up!" was called and the ball was indeed served.

It bounced, nay, flew over the net, hit the turf once and went straight for Seras. However, she was still quite asleep. That was about the time when a yawn hit her. As her mouth opened into a big O of a yawn, her arm (ironically the arm holding the racket) went out just so that she was able to hit the ball.

It really was pure luck. Really. Her aim was true, and the ball sped over the net and just out of Pip's reach. The crowd was shocked into a stunned silence. While Seras had been doing her part, he had never gotten a point to readily and so quickly! Before anyone knew it, there was a huge wave of cheering echoing throughout the small stadium.

That seemed to wake Seras up. She looked about her groggily as the ball was handed to Alucard.

" Wazz goin on Master?"

" You just scored us a point."

" Oh. That's good…" She shook the last cobwebs away and prepared herself to fight, in a sense. The score was 16 to 12 and the other team was running out of patience. They expected to win, and they would accept no other end.

The following hour was the most intense hour any of the spectators had seen. While about half of the crowd was beginning to get drowsy and many of them were falling asleep, those who remained awake were so entranced in the game that there were soon puddles of drool at their feet. However, those people below those people with the drool were not quite happy.

At that point, the score remained at 17 to 18, and before long, another break was going to be needed. Each ball served seemed to last about twenty minutes give or take a few automatic points.

Alucard was starting to lose what little fun there was to be had in this game and was ready for his team to win. He could also tell that Seras was fading fairly fast. Sweat beaded at her cheeks and the occasional drip landed on the floor. Besides that, she was exhausted and she was the main reason they were losing the points.

It wasn't her fault though. When the first break had stopped them, she had been good and had drank her blood. Still, a tiny amount of blood wasn't about to bring back all of the sleep she had been missing. They both knew that she hadn't been able to sleep well ever since she had started to teach her Master this 'whimsical game' of tennis. Alucard hated to admit it, but he was starting to worry about her. Vampire or not, she didn't deserve to be pushed quite this far.

On the other side of the court however, neither of the players were having much luck in the energy department. Pip was managing to hold up fairly well, yet that was only because he had played this sport before. He, in his own way, was worried about Integra. While she was The Hellsing, that didn't mean that she could hold up much longer.

If Seras looked tired, then Integra was dead. Her eyes were sunken and while sweat was dripping lightly off of Seras, it seemed to come off in waves from Integra. Yes, she was beginning to loose the right to call it 'glistening'.

That wasn't stopping Pip from looking. He sure as hell was a French pervert, that he was proud off, and yes, Sera was sure something to look at. But deep down, he liked the way that Integra was in charge… and yes, she did have quite a nice body… when she wasn't wearing suits. He grinned inwardly, that little incident had been a bit awkward.

Well, as Pip was daydreaming, Seras smacked that tiny little tennis ball back at Pip so hard that it was almost like a sonic boom. Which was exactly how Pip felt it.

BAM!

Pip dropped backwards much like a tree that had just been felled. He was aware of tiny birds and stars whistling at him, or maybe laughing.

However, not only did Seras score them yet another point, putting them squarely at 19 points, but Seras, being Seras, was also immediately freaked out. While Alucard stood laughing so hard he could hardly stand (something he would normally not have done), Seras then did the only thing she knew how to do.

The raced over to the other side and checked to see if Pip was okay.

A/N: So.. what do you guys think? I like pointing this towards the silly side of story writing, so I'll try my best. I was actually playing around with an idea for a new fic. Sort of a cross-over between well… a bunch of animes and maybe a few books. Not sure if it'll work, but I like it and I think I'd do well with it. If you think I should try it, review and say so. If not… well… I don't care, just R&R anyway. Much love. .