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Chapter Two

Seras Victoria sighed as she waited, not so patiently, in her room for her Master to return. He had gone to get her some blood, seeing as how she hadn't even had any that day. Plopping down onto the floor, Seras leaned against her coffin, closing her eyes and pushing back the tears that refused to evaporate.

"I have your blood, Police Girl." This time she DID jump, as her Master was leaning right over her, his long black hair spilling over his shoulders and into her face. She frowned angrily as she snatched the blood from him. As she tore into the pack and drained it quickly, she was all too aware of her Master laughing at her.

"Wos fo funny, Aster?" This did not help, as it made him laugh even more, making her blush angrily at him.

Once she was finished with her blood pack, she took a deep, calming breath. Already she was feeling better…. Sort of…

"Police Girl..."

"What…?" She looked up from her lap, and pressed herself further back against the coffin as she realized that he was kneeling in front of her. His gloved hand came slowly up to her cheek, bringing her face up slightly farther.

He bent forward until their noses were almost touching, and in an act that completely disappointed Seras, he brought his right hand up and wiped away at an unnoticed smear on the right corner of her lips.

"Master?"

"… You had blood on your face. You should eat more carefully." Clenching her fists angrily, she took several deep breaths, staring fairly intently at the stone wall to her right.

Huh… you know? I've never seen that stain there before. Is that a bug?

Does it matter, Police Girl? Are you going to continue your story or not?

"Get out of my head Master!" He chuckled and sat at her table, his legs propped up.

"Continue." She took another deep breath. Why had she decided to tell him in the first place?

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As she gloomily walked back to the transport car, she stepped on a pile of maggots, getting several of them stuck in her boot. Cursing and shaking out her boot, Seras then attempted to make her way to the car. Luck continued to conspire against her as she tripped on the steps and busted her lip open on the floor, gaining several snickers from the men.

"Bastards…" She muttered angrily beneath her breath before standing back up, with no help offered of course, and plopping down on the nearest seat.

"Hey, vampire, that's MY seat. Get up!" She glared up at the man, warning him, no, DARING him to do something about it. Taking her up on the unspoken dare, he plopped down on her lap, gaining even more snorts and giggles from the rest of her crew.

"If you do not get off of me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to tear you apart and paint my walls with your innards…"

"Impressive, Police Girl. You really said that?"

"Yes, Master, I really did… Now let me continue."

The man chuckled back at her, surprising the tensed up crew, who were all staring intently at them, making Seras want to squirm. It didn't help, of course, that there were still a few maggots left over in her shoe, wriggling uncomfortably around.

"I am the highest ranking officer in Sir Integra's army at the moment. I came along to see if you were really what you were cracked up to be." His face had a smug look set into it as he rubbed it not only in her face, but the rest of the men's also. They fell on deaf ears, however, as she countered with her own.

"There is no one as high a ranking as my Master." There were 'Ohh's' from the various men as the words left her lips. The man sitting on her lap twisted around and whispered in her ear, as he brought out a badge.
"Perhaps. But I am the one most sent out, and you will do as I command, as I am a higher rank then you. You will stand down and sit there without moving until we return. Otherwise you will be de-ranked and put back to the desks for paperwork, is that understood?" Through gritted teeth, Seras nodded, her hands balled at her sides.

And so it was that Seras Victoria rode the entire way back with a stinky, sweaty man sitting atop her lap.

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When they finally made it back to Hellsing, and she was able to stand back up, she proceeded to promptly fall out of car, Harkonnen in hand, as her legs tingled unpleasantly. Amazingly enough as it was, she managed to re-split the exact place on her lips that had been almost healed.

Standing back up, her head bowed, she turned towards the firing range. Of course! Shooting off a few rounds would do her good! Shaking out her legs to get the feeling back faster, she wobbled over to the firing range, her Harkonnen slung over her shoulder.

When she got there, every single booth was full, and when they turned to look at her, they all snickered. None of them had been in the car with her… This meant, of course, that word had traveled fast. Now, Seras was sure that there wasn't a single troop who DIDN'T know of her embarrassing ride back as a seat.

"There goes what little respect I had…" She mumbled under her breath. Drawing herself up, she stomped over to the nearest man and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me sir, but I would like to get a few shots in before having to go debrief with Sir Integra." She smiled happily at the man.

"Nope." Her smile dropped like a hot potato from unprepared hands.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry. First come, first serve." Her rage boiled over then as she reached out, grabbed his gun and tore it from his hand. It was then that something happened that hadn't happened for years.

He slapped her. Hard, across her cheek. The firing range had gone silent as all watched the following bout.

Seras' eyes began to glow, softly, then more brightly as her rage took control. Her voice was dark, menacing as she said to him,

"You would do well to remember your place."

"What, and bow to some wannabe vampire who gets sat on? I think not." It was at that point when Seras punched him, holding back only a little. The man flew across the range, slamming into the wall before slumping over in a heap.

As the rest of the men ran towards him, she looked down at the gun she had taken from him, only to realize that she had crunched the barrel beyond use when she had clenched her fists.

"Damn it all!" Fuming, Seras threw the gun to the nearest wall, leaving a lovely dent before turning and exiting, only slightly aware of what she had done.

"Ah, so you did punch him. He was telling Walter that, yet Walter refused to listen. He trusts you, you realize."

Seras moaned angrily into her fists as she ducked her head and brought her knees to her head.

"I know Master… I didn't mean to…" Alucard chuckled lightly as he thought back to what she had said. With a light smile on his lips, he turned towards her and grinned.

"You truly think that I am the highest rank?" She flushed even darker than she already was. This was definitely not her day…

A/N: Another short chapter, but I want the story to be at least three chapters. And I still have two more chapters left to do at least. So, I'm terribly sorry all of you out there who were expecting more. My brain just doesn't really want to work right now, and I'm having problems writing things right now… Well, in any case, I hope to get another chapter up before I'm eighty. As always, I remain, your humble servant.

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