Disclaimer: See last chapter and I don't own Sailor Moon or the Village People
Editor Cain: Thinking out loud Say, if Alucard is bi and you're his little sister does that mean…
Alucard's little sister: Hey! I'm not part of the Story so keep your thoughts to yourself! (Note this chapter is extremely late and they're behind by a few days) Anyway, a few people have wondered how Pip faired from the last chapter. Well, let's find out.
Pip: shaking I'm never watching Silent Hill again. It's a bit too disturbing for me.
Integra: Sweet. In your face, Alucard!
To dress like Dante
"I can't wait for Halloween this year," said Alucard. "Saw III is coming out. More demented violence."
Seras rolled her eyes. "Great, another reason to avoid the movie theatres for a while," she said. "By the way, why the hell are we in this expensive Halloween costume Store?"
"Because I feel like wearing something different for a few days," said Alucard.
Seras wandered around and found something. It was Dante's costume form Devil May Cry 3. "Hey, Master, I dare you to dress like Dante," she said.
Alucard walked over to her with something behind his back. He had a mischievous smile on his face. "I'll do it, if, when we go on missions, you wear this," he said. He held out a Sailor Uranus costume.
"You have got to be kidding me," she said darkly. She sighed and grabbed the costume. "Ok, fine, but I'm only going to wear it until it gets cold."
One hour later
Integra was playing Kingdom Hearts when the phone rang. "Yes, what is it," she asked. "Yea, all right I'll get my expert vampire hunter on that." She pushed the button on her phone for the basement. "Seras Victoria and Alucard come up to my office immediately!"
"You wanted to see me, Sir Hellsing," asked Seras a few minutes later.
"Yes, I want you to…HOLY CRAP! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?! Did you lose a bet or something," cried Integra. "Man, I don't know what's worse, that new outfit you're wearing or that police uniform you normally wear," Integra sighed. "All right, where's Alucard? I need to talk to him, too."
Alucard walked though the wall. "I'm right here, my master," he said. "What's going on? Is there a vampire attacking people some where?"
Poor Integra was to shocked to say anything for a while. Alucard looking like Dante of Devil May Cry 3, only reminded her of the time she walked in on him when he had nothing on but a towel on his head. A bit of blood dripped from her nose. "Look, there's a vampire terrorizing a village on the 'border' of us and Section XIII," she said covering her nose up. "I want you to go over and stop him before Anderson gets there, got it?"
"Sounds like fun, come Police Girl, er, I mean, Sailor Uranus," he laughed as he left.
Seras crossed her arms. "Man, I can't wait to get out of this stupid thing."
At a random abandoned factory
"Run away," cried one vampire sarcastically as he looked at Seras. "What are you going to do to me, Sailor Scout? Use your magic love beam or something?"
Seras smiled. "No, just this little old thing," she said. Then she pulled her giant cannon from behind her back. "Good-bye." She blew him up, then sighed. "I really hate wearing this."
"You didn't say the line, you're no fun," said Alucard in her head. "Stay there and get rid of the ghouls. I've got the rest of these losers."
Alucard ran after one of them down a hallway to an emergency exit. "You can't get away from me," said Alucard. "For I am Dante!"
The vampire ran into another room. Alucard ran after him and right into Anderson. To Alucard's surprise Anderson was dressed up for Halloween. "Anderson…are you really wearing tights," Alucard questioned.
"Yes," Anderson said proudly. He was dressed like Link. "Real men wear tights. That dress Integra wore reminded me of that game. Well, what are you dressed as? Some kind of Playboy?"
"I'll pound you for that," growled Alucard. "I'm Dante from Devil May Cry!"
Anderson shook his head. "Sorry, never heard of it."
The two of them heard Seras laughing. "I see the Village People are missing some of their singers." With that, she fell over laughing.
