Anderson felt nothing, heard nothing. He was floating in a black abyss of
nothingness.
What's going on...Alucard? Where are you? What's happening? "
Alexander...open your eyes! Alex!"
"Master...I don't think it..." "Shut up police girl! It worked I know
it did. Anderson open your eyes!" Anderson's eyes fluttered open and
stared into Alucard's red ones. He blinked before sitting up in the full
size canopy bed. "Where the fuck am I?" Anderson asked looking around the
room. "Relax Anderson, you're amongst friends. How do you feel?"
Alucard asked moving the man's head to look at him. Anderson smacked the
vampire's hands away from him. "Don't you touch me. Where am I?" Anderson
thought he saw a look of hurt flash across the Nosferatu's features, but
it was gone before he could really tell. " You...you are in
He...Hellsing Ma..Manor Father Anderson." said a meek voice from behind the No Life
King. Anderson moved his head so he could see the police girl. She was
standing behind her master with her hands behind her back, looking more
like a scared child than a Hellsing officer.

"Friends? Ha! More like executioners." he said moving to get out of the
bed. It was at that moment when he noticed something unnerving. His
clothes were missing.

" Bloody Hell! Where are my clothes!"

" They were covered in blood so I told Walter to wash them." Alucard
said, walking across the room to leave. "I'll go see if they're done
yet." he said fazing through the door, leaving Anderson alone with the
police girl.

Anderson cocked an eyebrow. The monster was acting most peculiar as of
late.
" Draculina, you wouldn't by any chance know what has gotten into your
master, would you?"
At that she let out a little giggle.

" He's been acting this way for the last few months. Since his 900th
Birthday, according to him." She said looking up at Anderson then back down
to the floor.

Well that explained more than it didn't. When a vampire turns 900, he
must choose a mate if has not already done so. Anderson rubbed his eyes
reaching for his glasses which were sitting on the bedside table. " Well
I'll be damned, if he chooses me!" and really he would be. There was a
knock on the door, and Walter shuffled into the room, laying the
priest's torn clothes on the end of the bed.

"Father Anderson, I was told to inform you that Father Maxwell will be
here any moment, and that you should be prepared for him." The older
man said before exiting the room. Anderson groaned. If there was one
person he didn't want to see right now, it was Enrico.

" I take it you don't want to see him right now." the police girl said
shifting her feet a little. Anderson looked at her. A side from the red
eyes she looked quite normal, almost pretty in boyish kind of way.

" What was your first clue?" he asked, reaching for his tattered pants.
" Do you mind?"

" No...oh! Oh yes of course" Seras said turning to leave the room
hurriedly. Anderson smiled.

/Such a naive girl/ he thought to himself, before pulling his pants
on. There were holes everywhere in his clothes, and he was still very
sore. Anderson knew what kind of tongue-lashing he could look forward to
getting from Maxwell. Anderson, what did you think you were doing going
in almost completely unarmed! Anderson you've been putting off your
injections for a month now! Anderson this, Anderson that, it never
changed. If it wasn't one thing it was another.

" These might be a little more comfortable." a deep voice said from
behind him. Alexander turned around quickly. Standing behind him, wearing
a black suit with a red collared shirt and black tie, was Alucard. In
his hands were a pair of black slacks, a suit coat, a dark silver shirt
and a black tie. He was looking at the ground.

" Let me guess," Anderson said taking the shirt from him," Yours?
Please Monster, I don't need your charity. Besides, Maxwell would lose it if
he knew I were wearing your clothes. They won't fit anyway." He said
tossing the shirt back at the Nosferatu. Alucard glared at him.

" Well that's a fine way to treat the man who just saved your--" He
began to say, but stopped before finishing. He turned his gaze back towards
the ground.

/Is that guilt on his face/ Anderson wondered, staring at him. " Are
you all right?" Anderson asked, not really caring whether he was or
not. Alucard shook his head 'no'. "What's the matter?" He asked moving a
little closer to the vampire.

" I don't remember how to deal with human emotions." Alucard said
closing his eyes. Anderson cocked an eyebrow. " What do you mean human
emotions?"

" I'm 900 years old, I think you know what that means. What you
probably don't know is that to help a vampire find a mate, certain emotions
are required. Embarrassment, vanity, joy...love. I don't remember ever
having these 'feelings' before, so it's all a little new."

" You're being painfully honest today." Anderson said taking the
clothes from the vampire. Alucard turned away from the priest and stared out
the window. After making sure the vampire wasn't going to jump him,
Anderson quickly pulled the pants and shirt on, but was having a little
difficulty with his tie.

" Damned thing. I could never tie these things without a mirror." He
glanced around the room and found a small vanity in the far corner. But
before he could make a move to it, a very nervous Alucard was tying it
for him.

"There, all tied up. Now you better go. Maxwell will be here soon." He
said patting Anderson's chest and, practically shoving him out the door.

/ What in the seven levels of hell/ Anderson thought walking down the
hallway, Alucard dragging him by the arm. Anderson didn't like this one
bit. Something was definitely wrong.

" Alright you damned hell beast, what is going on here?" Anderson asked
yanking his arm away from Alucard. Alucard heaved an unnecessary sigh
and pulled his .454 Casull out of his internal jacket pocket, turning it
so it showed Anderson's reflection. Looking closely Anderson noticed he
had no injuries to his head, aside from two read marks near his eyes.
But when he leaned in to see exactly where these marks were his mouth
fell open. These were no injuries. His eyes were red.

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!"