Surely not Walter, her vision blurred with sleep as she pulled herself to a sitting position. Someone was facing the wall adjacent. Someone pretty tall actually.
Someone who suspiciously resembled...Alucard?
Seras looked up in confusion as she beheld her master standing before the new mirror that Walter had set up the other day, with an expression akin to scrutiny. She rubbed her tired eyes slowly, curiosity gripping her acute senses.
"Master...?" she questioned tentatively as she approached.
"Hmm..." he acknowledged her as she came to stand before him, peering up into his face.
"Are you checking yourself in the mirror?"
His grin widened.
She smiled softly, eyes bright with interest as she connected the situation.
"You've got a date... don't you..."
If possible, his grin widened further as he was busy testing the length of his hair, Seras raising a brow as she watched it lengthen of its own accord. Her gaze suddenly travelled over his trademark red trench and she shook her head.
"Master...you can't possibly wear that old thing..." she smiled. That got his attention and he glanced at her. "Here...I know just what she will like..." the former cop suddenly pulled a magazine out from a nearby drawer and handed it to him just as he turned to her, gaze falling upon the cover.
Today's Man...
He studied the cover warily.
It looked a hell of a lot different than what he was used to sporting, but it had been quite a while since he had gone out on a date.
He smirked.
Time flies when you're having-
His mouth suddenly drew to a thin line of discontent when he remembered just how MUCH time had been spent chained and bound, starved and forgotten, locked in the basement of his master's house...
"What's the matter?" Seras asked, taken aback by the sudden gloom in his expression.
"Nothing..."
He flipped through the magazine curiously in what the former cop could only interpret in her inhuman master as a startlingly human manner before tossing it onto the nearby table.
"If you find pleasure in helping me, then do so," he grinned. "I want the most impressive appearance..."
Seras chuckled with delight. It wasn't every day that something THIS interesting was going on. She couldn't keep the smile from her face as she practically danced with this honor.
"I know just the thing!" she raised her voice with excitement as she circled him. "Yep. She wont be able to resist you after I'm done."
He raised a brow at her confidence. "Are you so certain?"
"I'm positive. Besides... I know what she likes," she winked.
"Then let me see your skills. Give me that which would melt even the coldest of gazes..."
Seras laughed softly. "Yes, Master. We all know how icy, Integra is. No worries though. She'll be a puddle after she sees you."
An Integra Wingates Hellsing puddle.
Alucard chuckled at the thought.
Integra sighed for the umpteenth time as she looked over at the clock on the wall.
He was late by five minutes.
"Alucard...I grow tired of waiting..." she strained to keep her emotions in check, tapping one dark heel against the polished floor.
She shook her head as she glanced over at her reflection in the mirror.
She was going out of her way to make this hard for him, the thought bringing a smile to her face. She had already defied the basic rules of dating etiquette by refusing to dawn anything other than dress pants and a silk dress shirt, dark heels an upgrade. No, she would not wear a dress or subject herself to the many horrors of eyeliner and blush, concealer or eyeshadow, earrings or bracelets, although Walter had insisted upon a pretty little engraved cross, white gold on a silver chain. It was a delicate little thing, cool against the soft skin of her neck, cross nestled perfectly between her bosom.
About the only thing she had surrendered to was a spritz of her favorite perfume and the soft glimmer of a fruity gloss across her lips. The thought in itself was entirely too amusing. She was about to glance at the clock again when the familar spiraling of darkness in the corner of her room opened and she stood straight to greet the entity she knew would emerge.
Her eyes widened, lips parting as she inhaled a shaky breath.
There he was in all his glory, long dark hair billowing, black trench following suit as he stepped from the portal looking like he had been ripped from the pages of a designer magazine.
The wind ceased as the dimension shut, hair laying to fall mid-back.
Integra swallowed, eyes doing a double-take as he neared her, polished dress shoes making the slightest sound upon the floor as he approached. Underneath the open coat he was wearing dark slacks with a leather belt, black silk shirt tucked into the waist, crimson tie falling against it. His gloves were even changed, silk black with the symbol of his servitude traced delicately in crimson on the back of each hand. Something shimmered in his right hand, wrapped in a material that caught the light as he emerged from the dark.
His gaze found her own, one lock of hair swooping to cover his left eye, adding mystery to the growing source of his sudden appearance.
And just what was that deliciously sexy scent that caught her attention.
Oh no, he was NOT wearing cologne. She shivered. Any normal female would have swooned by now..
Without missing a beat he bowed politely, extending the peculiar wrapped object in his hand. His cufflings shimmered as he handed her the dozen roses, watching her expression anxiously.
She swallowed.
"You're late," she stated with some semblance of impatience, grasping the gift cautiously.
"Am I?" he raised a brow as he brought his right hand up, turning his wrist up a little and into the light. Integra's jaw dropped.
He was NOT wearing a rolex...
She shook the thought from her mind, dying to know who had prepared him as she gazed at him.
"Fashionably late..." she concluded.
He smiled, walking past her and opening the door to the hall.
"After you..."