1Chapter Five: Question

Sara sighed as she eased herself into a large chair. So much to do, so much to think about. She glanced up for a moment when Kyle walked in.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing." He said, pulling up another chair and putting his feet up on the table. He leaned back, hands behind his head, "You seem to be bothered by something."

She sighed and told him, "It's nothing."

"Don't tell me that. I know you, now what's wrong?"

Sara smiled, and looked over at him. Easy going, taking things as they come, yet he was also wise beyond his years. They had been in love once, long ago, but as time went along they drifted apart. But she doubted they would ever stop being friends. And he was right, he did know her rather well, "It's just so much seems to be happening now. Hellsing destroyed, Iscariot left leaderless, London sacked, the world in chaos trying to figure out what's going on. Alucard has left with his dhampire daughter, to who knows where, Lui has done the near impossible and become a true master at two hundred, Johnny will probably gain his familiar soon, the council is breathing down my neck about us being here, I have a half crazed, half blind priest roaming around aimlessly, a dead butler who came back as a ghost that Lui says could probably kill most of us, and now I think I need a very, very strong drink."

Kyle laughed at her. He sympathized, she did have a lot to think about, a lot to consider before making the next move. He got up and walked over to a small counter with drinks that had survived the takeover. That had been a blessing, finding a large, fairly intact home to move their base to. Complete with a wine cellar.

He poured out some random drink into a glass, then a small amount of another. He bit his finger, and let a few drops of blood drip into the drink, then swirled it lazily till it had turned a slight pink color.

He gave it to her, and she accepted it gratefully. She was surprised when she tasted his blood in it, but smiled. He always kept a balance of things. Annoying her one minute, then doing small things to make up for it. Of course, she rarely let him off that easy, but she did appreciate the thought.

"So then, do you have anything to report?"

Kyle nodded, and sat down again, "There were about a thousand survivors scattered around the city. Mostly young women, a members of parliament, some random rich people, and just some of the standard lucky ones. They are in trauma, but I think they'll come around without much trouble."

"What of our prisoner?"

"Yes, the FREAK has revealed to us what he knows. Sadly, this wasn't very much. It's unfortunate we were unable to capture the leader of this attack before he shot himself, but that information is irrelevant. He told us that a man lured him away from his home one night, and then out of no where something started burying itself in his skin. An unwilling FREAK. He also told us that this attack was a so called 'revolution' against humanity for the years of oppression the vampires have endured. They did this attack in the style of Luke and Yon Valentine, hence them using the eye as their symbol. Oh, you'll get a real kick out of this one."

"What?"

"He said that the number one FREAK is a man named Alucard, the No-Life king. Walks around in a red cloak, the very one who defeated Luke and Yon. Said he was 'inspired by the brave actions of the patriots of our race'."

Sara giggled, "No-Life king indeed. And a red cloak? Nothing about the hat?"

Kyle began to chuckle with her, "I know, I know. But it only makes sense. After all, no self respecting vampire anywhere hasn't heard of Alucard. And if they were smart enough to know how to get Integra Hellsing and Enrico Maxwell in the same place, they would definitely know about Alucard. Egotistical and smart, somehow not an uncommon combination in these artificial vampires."

"Well, at least it's over for now. I doubt they'll try another attack like this. Still, we should keep a tight watch on our own borders. We should try and keep the FREAKs out of America before this can happen there."

"Right. I'll speak to some friends in Washington, I think I can convince them to allow some stronger wards to be put into place. But hey, let's go down and join the 'celebration'. Besides, Lui has something we wants to show you."

They got up and walked down some stairs. They found themselves outside, where the Americans (As well as Seras and Russian) were telling jokes, drinking as much liquor as their vampire bodies could hold, and generally having a good time. Lui was showing off his new-found speed and agility, juggling and spinning two of his pistols.

Then he saw Sara, and waved, "Hey! Catch!"

He tossed one of his other pistols to her, and grasped his two firmly in hand. He motioned, "Shoot me."

The entire area when silent. Until there was a general chuckle, "I think he's finally lost it."

"Did he just asked to be shot?"

"I think he did. Hey, why don't you go ahead and do it?"

Sara looked at the pistol, then back to Lui, "I'm not going to shoot you."

"Come on, you know you want to. Shoot me, do it. Come on, come on, come on, shoot me!" Lui pleaded. Everyone was laughing at him now. Lui gave her the 'three-year-old-impossibly-cute' begging look.

Sara rolled her eyes and said, "Fine, but it's your fault if you get hurt."

She pointed the gun at him, and fired. There was another gunshot, and there was a loud 'ping' and some sparks from somewhere in between them.

He smiled in a mocking way, "Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet."

Sara's eyebrows went up. She fired again, with the same result. Then she fired as fast as she could, aiming at different places on Lui's body. There was a symphony of gunfire as a rain of sparks and silver sprouted from mid-air.

Then her gun clicked empty. She looked at him, a surprised and pleased smile on her face, "Did you just do what I think you did?"

"Yep. I just shot the bullets before they got to me."

Kyle whistled, "I can't move that fast! How is it he can?"

Sara laughed and tossed the pistol back to Lui, "It's his familiar. The nightmare is symbolic of speed. He's faster than the average vampire. Like you have better skills of illusion and such trickery."

Kyle nodded, realizing that must be it, "Well, that might be a useful skill to have. Hey guys, come on, Lui just shot bullets in mid-air, I think he's earned a drink!"

So the party went on. Lui basked in attention for a few minutes, until the novelty of his new skill wore off. It was indeed a cool trick, and would be useful in some cases, was really just another trick. He smiled and walked over to Seras.

She had been talking to Johnny about something, and laughing. However, Johnny wisely and discreetly excused himself at his brother's approach.

Lui leaned up against a piece of rubble beside her, "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. But it's hard to follow some of you yanks when you talk. I can barely catch a few words you speak so fast."

The American laughed and nodded. He then put a heavy accent into his voice, and began to talk, "Icouldsaytasamboutoubrits."

Seras laughed, "What?"

"Thaswatimen. Speksodarnslowismosthardstandsyouasitsus."

Seras punched him the arm, "Stop that! What are you saying?"

Lui laughed some more and went back to normal, "That's actually how I used to talk when I was alive. Back in New York, we still did things fast and slurred it together in 1774. I said that you Brits speak so darn slow it's almost as hard to understand you as it is us."

"So you're from New York?"

"Yep. Son of a New York politician."

"Do people still talk that fast now?"

"Ha, they talk faster now Seras. There is only one group of people I've heard that can speak any language faster than a New Yorker speaking English, and that's a Mexican speaking Spanish."

(Based off personal experience. One of my teachers is from New York, and when she is mad she yells so fast that no one can understand her. And I know some people from Mexico, and they talk faster. I dunno how true this is in general.)

Seras wasn't sure if this was true or not, as it seemed impossible anyone could speak faster than Lui just had, but she found the idea amusing. She giggled, and Lui smiled at her. They locked eyes for the longest moment.

Lui took Seras's hand and started to lead her, "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

Lui took her to the center of the crowd, and then seemed to debate something inwardly.

"Lui?"

Then he nodded to himself. Seras was confused, until he went down on one knee in front of her.

The entire group went silent as they watched this. A few people smiled and started looking at each other.

"Seras..." he said, looking up at her.

"Sweep her off her feet Romeo!" Someone shouted.

He laughed and pointed towards the voice, "Shut up!"

He turned back to her, and began, "Seras, I love you." He said, pulling something out of his pocket. He opened it, and looked down at whatever was in the case, "So now I'm asking you..." He told her, presenting the small box to her, "Will you marry me?"

She looked at the ring in the box, stunned. She took it out of the case, and looked at it. It looked like a simple golden band, but closer examination showed intricate and subtle engravings. The jewel in it was a very clear diamond, with a ruby under it. She was sure that the ruby was in the shape of a rose.

She looked down at Lui's waiting face. He was half smiling, anxiously awaiting her answer. To him it seemed like an eternity. Would she say no? Would she say yes? What was going to happen?

Then she smiled and slipped the ring on her finger, "Yes."

His face brightened and he swept her into his embrace, kissing her. There were cheers and clapping around them, but they didn't care.

Kyle sighed as he looked at the sight. Ah, to be young again. Still, he couldn't help but yell out a smart remark, "Way to go Casanova!"

Lui and Seras glared at him. Conveniently at that moment a large piece of rock decided to dislodge itself from it's place on a crumbling building, landing squarely on Kyle's head.

Seras laughed, "Was that you Lui?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

TWO DAYS LATER

Anderson cursed his luck. How did he get stuck in these situations? And why was it always him? All he wanted to do was get back to the orphanage and rest.

But no, instead he was standing in the forsaken remains of a church, mumbling to himself. He still hadn't found another pair of spectacles, and it was beginning to bother him.

"Don't be so glum Father, a few more minutes and we can call it even. I don't kill you, you do this."

"Aye, even. Stupid vampire, you're just doing this to annoy me, and don't try to deny it."

"Hey, you're the only certified priest around, who else could I have... Alright fine, I am doing this to watch you squirm. I'm sorry, but I want to be able to say that the priest that married me and Seras was none other than the feared Iscariot Alexander Anderson."

"Technically, I don't have the power to do this sort of-"

"You aren't getting out of this Anderson, so shut up."

Lui had somehow managed to procure a rather expensive looking black suit. From where, no one could figure.

Of course, there weren't many people there. Sara, Kyle, Johnny, and Russian (Who had stuck around just for this)

The other Americans had been sent either back to America or elsewhere. They had to stay there for now, just in case another attack did occur.

Seras walked in as Johnny played the marriage song on a harmonica. All of the vampires had to keep from laughing. There was no ceremony for a vampire wedding. They all knew this was being done for the sole purpose of bugging Anderson, and they found it rather funny.

Lui looked at his wife (She had actually been his wife ever since she said yes). She was wearing a plain but elegant white dress. She looked a bit like an angel. She walked up to Lui, also stifling a giggle at how uncomfortable Anderson was.

There was silence for a minute. Until Lui said, "Anderson."

"Fine. Do you take him to be your husband?"

"I do."

"Do you take her to be your wife."

"I do."

"Alright your married, can I go now?"

Lui looked at him cooly, "Now was that so hard?"

"I'm going to be excommunicated if anyone ever finds out about this..." He muttered, quickly striding away.

When he was out of earshot they all burst into laughter.

"We need to write a book about all the things you've been the first to do Lui." Kyle said, actually crying he was laughing so hard, "I mean, you are a vampire. And you just got an Iscariot Priest to do your wedding. That was classic."

However, when he looked Lui and Seras were already gone.

Lui let go of his wife when they stopped phasing. They were in an underground room, she knew. Actually more like an underground area. The lights were dim, but they could see clear as day.

The American kissed her fiercely, holding her tight. She had never felt more happy than in that moment. She didn't know why fate had thrown her the twist to fall for him of all people, but she was very, very glad.

Lui pulled back, and his lips slid down to her neck. She grimaced slightly as his fangs bit into her skin, drawing blood into his mouth.

Sweet blood, with a fiery burn to it slid down his throat. He stopped himself quickly, knowing the dangers of what he had just done. Killing her wasn't something he wanted to do, no matter how the blood tasted.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

"I think I know why no one struggled after Alucard bit them." Seras said, dazed slightly. She smiled deviously, and much to his surprise bit into his neck, and drew a mouthful of his blood.

She almost choked on it, and pulled away quickly. She vaguely heard a cry of pain. But she was overwhelmed by the blood in she was trying to swallow .It almost set her mouth on fire, and seemed to move of it's on will. It tasted slightly bitter, but not overly so. It was a bit like a rather strong shot of alcohol in a way.

Lui laughed at her as she stumbled around, reaching out for something to brace herself on. She was coughing, and he patted her on the back, "That wasn't smart Seras. My blood is a bit too strong for you."

"No bloody kidding! You could have warned me!"

"Hey Draculina, you never really struck me as the blood thirsty type." He told her defensively.

"I was trying to get back at you..."

"Would it make you feel better to know you took out a rather large chunk of my shoulder when you pulled away?"

"A little bit, how much did it hurt?"

He glanced down at the large hole that was closing, "You just ripped off a large section of the skin on my shoulder, it hurt a lot."

"Good, I feel much better."

"Hey, that's not nice."

She shuddered as the blood traveled through her body, like a liquid inferno. It took a while before it finally started to wear off, and she sighed as her body absorbed it.

He put an arm around her shoulders and led her into another room. Her eyes were squeezed shut, still fighting off the last sensations. That had hurt, bad. But she also found herself wishing for more. Insane, but she felt it.

She finally opened her eyes, and found herself eye to eye with Lui, who was smiling deviously.

"What? Is my intolerance to your blood amusing?"

"A little."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you smiling like that?"

His grin widened slightly, "I love you. You love me. We just officially got married. And now we are finally together away from Johnny and the rest of the guys. Did I mention I love you?"

She kissed him gently, "I love you to."

(Alright, if you're wondering why I seem to switch genres so much, I'm trying to figure out what I'm good at and what I'm not. Rate it.)