Restlessly, unaware that whispers followed him as he walked down the hall, he strode quickly down the stairs to his room. He didn't walk, normally, but he was, as above mentioned, restless, and his body and mind called for action that was not forthcoming. He was bored! He stopped outside his fledgling's door, and listened for any activity inside. He heard paper rustling and a pen scratching away. Curious, he opened the door. Again, unusual.

"What are you..." he began until he saw a blue and black book in her hands.

"I'm busy, Master. Could you come back later?" Seras said absently, not looking up.

She was writing in a journal. It was light blue with a rose in the corner looped around her name. Curiosity intensified, he strode over to where she was sitting on the floor and looked over her shoulder. She noticed immediately and closed the book, her finger marking her place. She glared at him.

"What?" she demanded.

There was nothing in her voice even vaguely resembling respect now. She was upset. He had not even riled her up on purpose. He just wanted to know what on earth she was writing in that thing. And besides that, why was she writing in a journal like a brat girl-child?

"What is so secret that I can't read it, Police Girl?" he asked in a teasing manner.

"Master! Do I really have to say anything? This. Is. My. Journal. MYYYYYYY. JOURNAAAAAAL!" Seras exclaimed.

Alucard grinned wickedly and grabbed it before she could stop him. He didn't open it yet, though. He wanted to see if she was desperate enough to jump for it. If she did, it would mean that she'd written something interesting. Or extremely embarrassing. Either way...

"Master! Give me my book! GIVE IT BACK NOW!" Seras yelled, staying perfectly still.

"Why are you so upset? Is there something in here you don't want me to read?" He teased.

"YES!"

He grinned at her, and phased into his room. He immediately began reading, starting with the day he had met her.

Last night was one of those nights that can be defined as 'the beginning of the rest of my life'. Or un-life, rather. I was on a mission...and it turns out that the priest we were supposed to apprehend was a bloody vampire! He was going to drink my blood and probably kill me...but he did say that he wouldn't...kill me, that is. He, I believe, was going to turn me into a ghoul. Ugh. But I was saved. Another vampire, named Alucard, came in at the last minute and was shot into a bloody pulp. But he regenerated, and killed all of the ghouls. Then, he asked me if I wanted to come with him...because he had to shoot me to kill the vampire-priest. I said yes, obviously. He carried me out of the church after he turned me...and a rather angry looking woman was waiting for us on the road. Her name is Sir Integral Hellsing. She is my master's master...and I don't think she likes me much. Anyway, daylight is coming, and I am rather tired...so...till tomorrow then!

Alucard smiled. It was rather funny to know now what exactly she thought had been going on that night...and she was almost completely right. She had left out a few choice details...actually, she hadn't gone into detail at all...and that meant leaving out the best parts. He read on to the next night's entry.

How can I describe my master? He is tall, black hair, and red eyes, an evil smile, and well, he is very...attractive...although it isn't that simple. He is very powerful and dark inside, I can tell...because when he is inside my mind...as he was earlier tonight, I can feel it...and it gives me a massive headache if I'm exposed for too long. Somehow, he doesn't seem at all the person he was last night...and yet...at the same time, he seems more that person than anything. I do not understand why he affects me the way he does...sometimes he makes me want to run away and hide somewhere and sometimes he makes me feel safe. Sometimes, he makes me feel so small, and weak, and...low. Like...on the food-chain low. Anyway, Walter is calling me. I will write more later, if I can.

Alucard had to stifle a laugh, and at the same time, he was intensely curious. He read on, skipping a few entries after finding out that they were all somewhat the same. They all described what she had done that night, who she had seen and who's names she had learned. Finally, when he found an interesting one, he stopped skipping and read it all the way through.

Master and a man, or shall I say a Vatican priest, with lots of bayonets and a rather insane disposition, were fighting in the basement of a hospital, where P7 and I were sent to silence a vampire named Enrico Stivaletti. We did not succeed. All of the men were killed, except for me. Master was the one to kill the freak, actually, and right before he came, the priest, named Alexander Anderson, or, rather, Paladin Anderson, killed Captain Gareth, and stabbed my neck with one of his bayonets. Master came and fought against Paladin Anderson, who, it turns out, is a regenerator...whatever that is. Apparently, shooting him in the head does not do sufficient damage to kill the bastard. Anyway, Sir Integral came and stopped them, and Anderson went home. Master and I were scolded, and well...I have to say I feel pretty miserable right now. And would you believe me if I told you that it looked as though Master was...pouting? Seriously! Anyway, as you can see, it has been a long night, and I am tired...so later!

"Is that what she thought? Pouting!" he scoffed, slightly offended.

It seemed his little Police Girl was going to need another, more painful lesson in respect. He read on, completely absorbed. He skipped ahead to another interesting, more recent entry.

Sometimes I am struck with a disturbing and very frightening thought. I think I am in love with Master. See? That is the scariest thing I could possibly think of, and yet, I have. He has payed little to no attention to me at all. I hardly ever see him, or hear from him, unless it's to scold me for not drinking my blood or...whatever it is he finds to scold me for. He seems to enjoy doing it. So why? Why do I feel like I want to know him? I mean...really know him. Even though I know that it could possibly drive me mad. I have yet to understand. Anyway...tonight was fun. Apparently Sir Integral decided she'd had enough of Master for one night and sent him away...she probably made him go for a walk with me. I learned something. Never ever try to phase when you're dizzy. Ever. Well, it was my fault. I was staring up at the sky and suddenly it was like "whoosh" and I felt like I could reach out and pull the moon down. It seemed so close...and then Master told me to pay attention and I wasn't fully recovered and I tried to phase...and ended up about nineteen feet in the air. Seven feet from my intended target. Not counting height difference. But Master didn't say a word, except, "Try again, and this time, watch what you're doing, Police Girl". That's all for tonight. I'm going to go upstairs, take a long hot shower, and go to bed!

Alucard stared at the thing. Then it hit him. While he was reading, he'd failed to realize that the Police Girl hadn't followed him into his room. He recalled what she'd said earlier that night about never ever going into his room, and he smirked.

"Oh, Police Girl, do you know how amusing you are sometimes? You seemed so desperate to get this back, but you're not even willing to come and take it," he murmured into her mind.

"Shove it, Master!" Her unusually angry voice replied from outside the door.

"Do you think it's wise to speak to me that way, Police Girl?"

Seras gulped.

"Sorry, but...that's private, it's my JOURNAL. I want it back."

"Then come and get it, Police Girl. Are you afraid of the dark, Seras Victoria?"

"What is that supposed to mean?!"

Alucard laughed, and turned to the next entry, reading aloud.

"I had my first solo mission tonight, and I admit I was afraid. But I came through all right. With Master's help. I thought I was alone, but...I guess it was just a silly child's silly fears. I should have known Master was watching. But why? Was he just waiting for me to screw up? Or was he actually concerned? I may never know. I really do not understand him. He pisses me off! He is the only person on the whole planet who tries to rile someone on purpose! But it does seem as though he actually cares sometimes. Ah...who am I kidding? The only way to figure him out is to ask him...and that is never going to happen..." Alucard read.

"Maaaaasterrrrrrr! GIVE IT BACK!"

"I already told you. If you want it...come and get it!"

Seras swore under her breath. She slowly pushed the door open, suddenly nervous, and stepped inside. Alucard was sitting at the table in his usual position. Chair tilted, legs on the table. His hat and glasses were nowhere to be found. Her journal was sitting on the table. She ran up and snatched it. Alucard raised an eyebrow at her. She glared back, holding the book tight against her chest.

"See? If you'd only come in sooner..."

She resisted the urge to reply. Instead, she began to walk out the door, when his voice stopped her.

"Did I say you could leave?"

'What!' she thought, 'I just wanna get OUT of here!"

"You have some explaining to do, Seras."