Ok, here's another chapter. I am beyond sorry for the HUGE delay. I literally forgot that I had not finished this yet. Sorry again.

Alucard's secret lover- See Ernie. See Ernie run. Run Ernie run. This update took much longer than it should have.

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Otaku Nyu- Alucard would, though.

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Ok, then. A disclaimer in the form of a haiku.

The teen titans are

Not owned by Ninjamuffin

So he wrote a fic

Yes, 5,7,5. It is a haiku. Chapa-tar!

Chapter Three: Mien Hut!

"No, Master! Let him live!"

Seras was using all of her vampiric strength in an attempt to hold her master back. A failing attempt.

"Clown!" Alucard bellowed again. His mind was firmly set on destroying his enemy. Why would he want to kill the clown? Well, ironically, the great and mighty Alucard is afraid of clowns. And Alucard's personal philosophy is "If something scares you, shoot it." It wasn't a terribly good philosophy, but it got the job done.

"Master!" Seras was now being dragged along the floor of the haunted house. "Remember what Sir Integra said!" she cried desperately. A month without blood would be pretty unpleasant.

"It's worth it!" Alucard sounded even more deranged than usual. "I will finish what I started!"

"You don't even have a gun, Master!" Seras, while quite correct, was surprised when her master stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned to face her, expression blank.

"Since when have I ever needed a gun?" he questioned, before turning and beginning to tear his way through the haunted house once more, Seras clinging to the end of his coat.

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Bertrand looked up as he heard the shout come from the bowels of the haunted house. It sounded strangely like the word 'clown'. Moments later, Ernie came hobbling out at a frantic pace.

"Ernie! What ha-" was all he got out before his long-time friend had sped past him, screaming something about circuses and guns and ten years. The mustachioed man just gaped open-mouthed at his retreating back. The fastest he'd ever seen Ernie move before was a slow walk. Seconds later, he heard the yelling of a young woman.

"The children, Master! Think of the Children!" Bertrand turned back to the haunted house, seeing two people exit. One was an extremely tall man dressed in all red, who seemed to be looking for something important and the other was the owner of the voice. A young woman, sure enough. She was walking circles around the one she addressed as 'Master'.

"What have children ever done for me?" was the response her 'Master' gave in a deep baritone.

Bertrand wanted nothing more than for the couple to pass him by. The black-haired man didn't get his wish. Instead, the man in red turned and stared right at him for a moment, before stomping right over.

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"Have you seen this clown?" Alucard demanded of the human, pulling an amazingly detailed and accurate drawing of Ernie in his clown getup from the depths of his coat.

"Master, where did you get that?" Seras blinked, pointing at the picture.

"Not important." Alucard dismissed the subject. "Have you seen him?" he asked again.

"Uh, no. Sorry." Bertrand backed away slowly. The clown looked familiar, but he was far too scared to be thinking properly.

Alucard scowled. "Of course no-" he stopped in mid-word, catching a glimpse of what looked like rainbow hair in the distance. He immediately started to ran after it, only to stop as he felt his hat suddenly leave his head. He turned to find the police girl clutching his hat to her chest with both hands.

"Police girl, why do you have my hat?"

She stiffened, eyes wide, as though she hadn't expected to be caught. "Hat?" she tried to sound innocent. She failed.

"Yes." Alucard's tone gained a slight edge to it. "My hat."

"I don't have a hat." she laughed nervously, backing up as Alucard approached.

"Then please enlighten me as to what you are currently holding." he growled.

"It's, er, ah, hmm,- Look! A Monkey!" she pointed behind Alucard, before turning and bolting in the other direction.

The ancient vampire watched her run away for a moment, pure confusion on his face. He then chuckled, shaking his head. "I'll settle things with you later, clown."

And then he melted into the shadows.

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Seras was panting hard, her back pressed against the side of one of the attractions. Hopefully, her master was far behind her and he wouldn't rip her apart for insubordination. She nearly laughed at the thought. Far behind my foot. He was probably already there, just waiting for the right moment to pop out and get the hat. Sneaky master.

"He won't get you that easily." she whispered to the hat, then, realizing how completely starkers she must sound, added "My preeeeciouss……" and a short laugh. It was at that moment that she bolted, as quickly as she could, away. Good timing, too. For at that moment, a hand shot out of the shadows and grabbed at the empty air she had previously occupied.

Alucard stepped out of the shadows, his manic smile in place. He did so love a good game of cat and mouse.

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Seras was really running now. To most people, she just looked like a blue and red blur. But, she had to run, lest her master get her. He had been toying with her for a while now, she knew. He had recently taken to reading her mind and finding out where she was going to stop and rest, then appearing there when she got close. It was wearing her out.

She had a plan, however. If her was reading her mind to see where she would stop, then she would try something unexpected. Up ahead was a maze of support beams for a small coaster they had set up in the fair. She focused on that.

As she neared them, however, she quickly ducked to the left, into a cotton candy booth. She kept watch on the entrance as she placed an order for a small bag. A few moments later, the whirring of the machine stopped and she heard the treat being put into the bag.

She turned around to thank and pay the man behind the counter, only to stop dead in her tracks. Her master was behind the counter, employee uniform and all, holding the bag out to her. She couldn't bring herself to do anything more than blink.

"You want it or not?" Alucard asked, trying to sound like a bored teenager. Seras continued to stare at him for a few moments, before falling to her knees, laughing too hard to stand. Alucard crossed his arms in a fake huff.

"I think it looks good on me." a smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. Seras just gasped for breath and continued laugh, managing a word here and there.

"Wh-Where d-did (HAHA!) you get (pfftt!) t-that uni- (HA!) Uni- (HAHA!) Uniform!" she took about ten minutes to actually say this. By that time, Alucard had returned to his normal attire, hat and all, and had maneuvered Seras to a table.

"The owner was happy to lend it to me once I calmly explained the situation."

"You (Ha) knocked him out, didn't you?" it wasn't actually much of a question.

"Yep."

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"Ooo! Ooo!" Seras tugged on her master's sleeve. "That one!" She pointed to one of those little fair game-booths in which you try to hit the cans with a ball and win a prize. She quickly pulled him over to it.

The man running it explained the rules, Seras smiling wide the whole time. Knock the cans down in three tries, you win a small stuffed animal. In two tries, a medium. And if you were to knock it down in one try (which was impossible, thanks to some nails) you get the mega-huge stuffed kitten. It was actually equal size with Seras.

As I'm sure you guessed, Seras eagerly took the three rubber balls and poured forth so much concentration that she actually put a Buddhist monk that was present to shame. He was admitted to the hospital later that week after a six day long meditation marathon.

Unfortunately, Seras was so concentrated that she forgo her master was standing right next to her. As she pulled her arm back to throw, he felt a tickle in his throat. And as she was letting the ball fly loose, he went "Ahem" to clear his esophagus. This, of course, caused his fledgling to jump, which made her release the ball incorrectly, which sent it flying straight up. Seras turned and glared at her master. He raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

Seras then went into a two minute rant about concentration and interruptions and giant stuffed-kitties and, somehow, she threw in a lesson on friendship and teamwork and the rewards of a job well done, which was accidentally caught on tape by a fair-goer, who thought it would make a good kids-show. He went on to create a children's program about a group of kids and their friend, a purple, talking dinosaur.

Shortly after the two-minute mark of her rant, Alucard clasped a hand over her mouth and pointed to the sky behind her. Intrigued, she turned around to find a small meteor falling towards the earth. Moments later, she realized that it was no meteor. It was her ball, rocketing back to the stand at high speed. Moments after that, the ball/meteor hit the booth, erupting in a big, fiery ball that was visible from space.

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Seras happily licked at her ice-cream, which was being held in her left hand. In her right, she held the wonderful giant-kitten. She got it on a technicality. She had destroyed the entire booth, but this also meant that she had knocked over the cans. That, and the fact that Alucard had made some threats involving a wedge of cheese and one very agitated mongoose. (my lovely reoccurring joke) Afterwards, they had gotten some ice-cream. On the other side of the fair. All in all, it had been a good night. However, the night was not yet done…

"There's still one thing left to do…."

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There we go, the long-awaited update! Review!