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"Talking"

'Thoughts'

One with the fic…

Alucard led James and Elizabeth (very subdued) back to the embassy headquarters. She knew that she would be punished for her actions, heads of society were not allowed such risks. Alucard led them right in the front door and into the study. Walter brought tea and set it on the table.

"Here you are, Sir Hellsing," he said, tucking his tray under his arm and stalking quickly out of the room. Elizabeth looked at her tea and felt a little sick to her stomach.

"What's wrong?" James said. "It's not like he can do anything to you."

"Wa lter was all I had growing up," Elizabeth said, "He's disappointed."

"So?"

"You would not understand," Elizabeth replied. She stood and walked over to the fire. "You do not know anything. We will be leaving in the morning. You are dismissed." James stood, he had no idea where to go. "Walter will show you to your rooms, again." James turned as Walter appeared silently in the room. He was led out to his rooms where he stayed the night. The next morning the skies were gray and stormy along with Elizabeth. They got into a black car and pulled up to the White House, this time they were admitted without any searches. Elizabeth waited for about two minutes before the President invited her to sit, James followed her lead.

"Good Morning Sir Hellsing," the President said, "I trust your night was uneventful."

"Your trust is highly misplaced Mr. President," Elizabeth replied. "I will not beat around the bush, we had a raid last night at a night club and killed several freaks. You have a bad infestation in your own city and it must be controlled."

"Vampires are a recent development," the President said, pouring some coffee and offering tea to Elizabeth. She took some and selected a crumpet and lemon cake with the tongs provided.

"Vampires have been around since the times when the Native American's reigned," Elizabeth said, "You had mostly Gangrel, a beastly race of Vampires, who were revered by Native American tribes and honored. Then some more types moved in and they have evolved into the other races, Daeva in particular. I am going to place an Agency here, independent of Hellsing, to combat this problem. We do not know who is behind this, it could just be the American way of life and their preoccupation with being all powerful, but we will get to the bottom of it." Elizabeth sipped her tea and James drank his coffee remaining completely silent as any bodyguard normally would. "Also, This is James Keating, he will be accompanying me back to England for further training. After such he will be re-deployed into the American Agency until the branch is ready to stand on it's own." Elizabeth finished her crumpet and sipped down the last of her tea. "I thank you for your time, Mr. President." She stood and he stood quickly.

"That you for coming Sir Hellsing," he replied, shaking her hand. "May I ask you a personal question?" Elizabeth nodded. "How old are you? Twenty-five, twenty-seven?" Elizabeth's eye twitched.

"Seventeen," Elizabeth replied, "Good day Mr. President." Elizabeth turned on her heel, her red hair flipping around just as a crash of thunder sounded through the room. She strode out of the White House and got into her car, a motorcade led her to the airstrip and she boarded her private Jett back to England. Elizabeth cracked open her book and began reading as James stared out of the window.

"Why did you treat the President like that?" James asked suddenly. Elizabeth looked up from her book, clearly annoyed.

"Like what?" She asked.

"Like he was a little kid playing with toys," James replied, "Like he didn't know what he was doing."

"He doesn't," Elizabeth replied, "And neither do you. Vampires are among the cruelest, vilest, ruthless, and most bloodthirsty creatures on the planet. While they are vile they are also some of the most noble, Alucard has proved that over the centuries. Now, please leave me in peace or I shall throw you in the back with his coffin."

It was a very quiet ride back to Hellsing. Elizabeth was realizing just how much she had changed in only three or four days, she could not even remember what he life was like before her knighthood. She sighed, she had to pick out a dress when she got back, her first Priority had to be the queens ball. They reentered Hellsing manor and after a while Elizabeth summoned Walter, she was thoroughly embarrassed. It had been almost four hours and she was still indecisive.

"Walter," she asked, "Will you help me?" Walter smiled at the young girl who he had raised as a daughter, he put his hand on her shoulder as he picked a dress from the rack.

"This one," Walter said. Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "It is perfect."

"Thank you," Elizabeth said with the smile, "Now what the fuck am I going to do with my hair?" Walter smiled and laughed.

'Well,' he thought to himself, 'What can I expect from a 17-year-old tomboy with no father and what little of a mother she knew? In speaking of that, what are we going to do with her hair? Hm…'

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