The Hellsing 'Institution'
Chapter 3-Grounded: The Continuation
Since this is entire grounding idea is going to encompass a timeline of seven days, one of which has already been described, I've decided to just write a small blurb about interesting things that happened each day as opposed to a chapter per day. This is for two main reasons:
1) Who the hell would want to read six more chapters about them being stuck AT the Hellsing manor? Seriously. There wouldn't be much they could do.
2) I honestly don't think I could have enough ideas to make it interesting enough to write that much per day. Like I said before, there's only so much they could do.
But enough of my ramblings. Enjoy.
Day 2
Alucard sat in his chair, staring blankly and drumming his fingers on the armrest. His chin was cradled in his other hand in a posture of pure boredom. He heaved a mighty vampyric sigh .
"No missions…" He scowled deeply. "No shooting, no killing, no fun. And it's all Police Girl's fault." Alucard growled angrily as he grabbed a bottle of wine that happened to be sitting on the small table beside him and hucked it across the room. It hit the wall with a satisfying crash, and he watched with a small measure of amusement as shards of glass and wine showered to the ground. "I don't know why I have that in here anyway. It's not like I'm planning to entertain." He stood up and paced around the room anxiously, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. He paused for a moment to take off his sunglasses and hat and lay them down on the chair, then began to pace again. His grumblings soon turned into a long string of colourful expletives, which then turned into an enraged howl that echoed throughout the entire building.
Integra looked up briefly from her paperwork and cocked an eyebrow. "I wonder what his problem is."
"Don't mind him. He either wants attention or wants to kill something." Walter replied, popping a couple Zolofts into his mouth. Integra nodded and listened, her expression growing soft.
"But he sounds so pained. Maybe you should check up on him."
"He's fine, Miss Integra, I assure you. If you check up on him now, you're only acting as an enabler by rewarding his bad behaviour with attention. That's exactly what he wants, and you have to show him that you're the boss by not giving in."
Integra sighed. "You've been watching that 'Dog Whisperer' show again, haven't you?"
Walter smiled and nodded. "I find that the principles work just as well with vampires." They both shared a jolly good laugh at that before the atmosphere became one of seriousness again. Integra returned to her paperwork and Walter continued to reorganize a filing cabinet. Oh, the joy.
Alucard sat in his coffin, drew his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them.
"Usually Master would have sent Walter down to check on me by now…" he mumbled miserably to himself, if only because there wasn't anyone else there. He frowned deeply. "Why aren't they paying attention to me!?" He yowled in anger again and pouted at the notable lack of footsteps coming his way. He sat like that for a couple of minutes before getting up and grabbing his hat.
"Well, looks like I have nothing better to do than turn all of Walter's wash pink again." With a snicker, Alucard made his way towards the laundry room, twirling his red fedora on his finger and whistling a jaunty tune. "Perhaps I'll venture so far as to include Master's wash, as well."
Seras let out an infuriated roar.
"NOOOOOO!! I blinked! And I was this close to breaking the official unofficial record, too!"
With that, she began to weep quietly into her hands.
Later in the evening, it was a sad scene indeed when Walter went to check out the wash. Every white item of clothes that had been put into the wash was now a delicate shade of light pink. His eye twitched as he went through the pile of freshly dried clothes, separating his shirts from Integra's shirts. At the bottom of the pile he found Alucard's signature hat. Walter stood for a few minutes, grasping that damned hat so hard his knuckles turned white. He wasn't sure whether he should scream or curl up and weep quietly. He opted for the latter.
A deep, greatly amused chuckle could be heard coming from behind the door at the end of the dank stone hallway.
Day 3
It took a great deal of self-control (and numerous cigars…and half a bottle of fine brandy) for Integra not to shoot her pet vampire into oblivion.
"Why Master, who would have guessed that you'd look so fetching in pink?" Alucard chuckled as he entered Integra's office.
"Shut up!" Integra growled. "You're forbidden from wearing your hat and coat for the duration of your house arrest. Leave them on the chair."
His previously amused demeanour dissipated as he complied, a scowl now planted on his face. "You do realize that I can just-"
"VERBOTEN!!" Integra yelled angrily. "And if you even think about it," she paused to lean forward and point a finger at him ominously, "I'll have you tied up and tacked to the wall just as you were when I found you, and then I'll throw silver objects at you until you're nothing more than a pile of ash."
They both glared at each other. The tension was so thick, it was…well, tension can't really be thick since it's a feeling and whatnot. But I'm ruining the illusion.
"Yes Master." Alucard replied in a strained monotone, clearly not amused with his current situation. Integra huffed angrily and leaned back into her chair, lighting up her twelfth cigar in a row. Alucard slowly placed his beloved hat on the chair, then went to the task of emptying out all the pockets of his coat before taking it off. "Hmm…let's see what I've got in here…" He pulled out multiple empty blood packets and threw them onto the floor, much to Integra's disgust. He continued to root through his pockets, and the pile on the floor grew. Empty magazines, some dead batteries, an iPod, a dismembered hand-
"You can stop now!" Integra barked quickly after he had tossed the hand onto the top of the pile. He stared at her blankly and shrugged.
"As you wish, Master. But if I need something from one of the pockets-"
"You can come grab it if you really need it." Integra sighed tiredly, taking off her glasses to massage the bridge of her nose. "Just….leave your jacket, then leave the room."
Alucard shrugged the jacket off his shoulders and plopped it onto the chair, a mournful look in his eyes. He couldn't recall a time when he was forced to abandon his beloved coat. And hat. It was almost too much for him to bear.
"Good. Now get out of my sight." Integra snapped. With one last, lingering look, Alucard left the room, shoulders slumped forward in defeat.
"Good god…" Integra mumbled, staring at the vampire's pile of pocket refuse in abject horror. "Clean up on isle four."
Finally getting over the crushing depression of losing one's dream, Seras wandered out of her room and promptly ran into someone. She stumbled backwards and blushed in embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't…see…Master, is that you?"
Alucard pouted and glared at her in response. She covered her mouth in shock.
"I'm sorry! I didn't recognize you without your-"
"I KNOW!" Alucard roared, still a bit tender about his missing attire. He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered slightly. "I didn't know it was so damned cold in here!" With that, he stalked off to his chambers (tee hee) and slammed the door behind him. Seras stared questioningly at the door for a few moments before shaking her head.
"These people are weirdos." She turned just in time to see Walter's legs as he descended the staircase at the other end of the hall. "Hey, Walter! Do you know what's…up with your shirt??"
Walter sighed, sounding more than a little depressed. "Alucard decided to have a little fun by putting his hat in with the wash. Again."
"I'd just blame it on the Iscariots." Seras said simply. "Anyway, pink doesn't look that bad on you."
Walter began to weep again, and went back up the stairs. Seras was quite discouraged by the reactions she was getting from people and decided it would be best if she stared at the wall again.
Day 4
Integra, her brows furrowed in deep thought, tapped her pen lightly against her chin. She glared at the paperwork she was still slowly working her way through. As far as she could tell, she had another three or four days of hard work ahead of her. And then every day after that until the day she died. Sighing heavily with the burden of her position, she set the pen down and pulled out her trusty DS.
"Right. Let's see if trading off Moonbeam Sunshadow for Princess McHorsington was worth it!" She began to mash buttons with surprising viciousness as she watched the screen intensely. "Come on, Princess! Help me forget about how craptastic my life is!" The obstacle course she was working on was finished in record time by Princess McHorsington. Integra pumped her fist in the air as a sign of triumph.
"YESSSS! One more golden carrot and I'll unlock the alternate costumes!" She took a quick look around to ensure that there wasn't anyone in the room, vaguely wondering why she didn't do that to begin with. Satisfied that the room was indeed empty, she was about to return to her game when she noticed Alucard's effects still laying on the chair. She pursed her lips in contemplation.
"Hmmm…I suppose it wouldn't hurt anything…"
Alucard bolted upright, whacking his head hard on the coffin lid.
"AUGH! Urrrgh…" He threw the lid off and rubbed his forehead ruefully. "Hat…senses…tingling…" With a start he jumped out of his coffin and sprinted down the hall towards the source of the disturbance. With nary a warning he burst into his master's office to find Integra spinning in her chair and playing her DS while…while wearing his coat and hat!?
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Alucard cried in agony and fell to his knees, head thrown back in his cry of anguish. Integra stopped spinning, her eyes wide with fear.
"No, Alucard! It's not what it looks like!" She cried, flinging her DS to the side.
Alucard wouldn't have any of it. He climbed to his feet and promptly disappeared as he was wont to do. Integra ran to where he was and looked both ways down the hall, even though she knew he was gone.
"Damnit! He wasn't supposed to find out!" She lifted the wide brim out of her face and sighed. 'Oh well. What can you do?" With that, she walked back into her office and began spinning in her chair once again. "WHEEEEEE!! Waaaalter! Mind bringing in some Gravol??"
Alucard sat in his chair, a deep, brooding scowl on his face. "I'll get her for that…and this time it has to be something worse than just turning her shirts pink." His expression gradually became one of deep sadness. "My hat…" he whimpered to himself, resting his face in his hands. " My hat…"
There was a soft knocking at the door.
"Enter." Alucard called weakly. Seras opened the door a crack and looked in.
"Is it all right if I come in, Master?"
"I just SAID enter!!" Alucard gnashed his teeth angrily, causing Seras to flinch. Somehow mustering up something that resembled courage, Seras pushed the door open and entered the room, holding something behind her back.
"I have a surprise for you, Master, and I think you'll like it!"
"Why would you give me something you think I wouldn't like?" He replied dryly. "What is it?"
Seras pulled the item out from behind her back with a flourish and a beaming smile. Alucard's eyes went wide with surprise. A hat! His hat!
"Walter told me what happened (Alucard's anguished yowl had instantly woken her up, and she asked Walter what in the hell that unholy sound was), and I figured that you were probably missing your hat, so I made one. I found a pattern on a cosplay website!" Seras smiled widely as she handed the hat over. It was made of a black felt material, and it fit a bit funny (Seras wasn't the best at sewing), but it would do. Alucard plopped it on his head and slouched in contentment.
"It's reasons like this that I keep your pathetic ass around." He grinned happily.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Seras replied dryly, twitching slightly. "I just finished up, so I'm going back to sleep. Goodnight, Master." He nodded in reply and she left the room rather quickly.
Feeling a renewed sense of self, Alucard adjusted the brim of the hat until he was pleased with the way it sat, then went back to bed and contemplated how he would extract his revenge on his master.
" Do you think I should apologize?" Integra asked Walter quietly, tipping back the brim of the hat so she could get a good view of him.
" If you were truly sorry about the incident, would you still be wearing the items?" He cocked an eyebrow.
Integra scowled deeply and pulled the jacket tighter around herself. She swam in it, but she liked it nonetheless. "You shut up." She then decided that by actively ignoring the situation it would go away, and she went back to completing the paperwork.
Day 5
Alucard was laying spread eagle on the floor, staring blankly at the dull stone roof, his new hat resting on his stomach.
"I have a love-el-lee bunch of coconuts, di-diddily-dum. There they are all standing in a row, bum bum bum… BIG ones, SMALL ones, some the size of your head! Give 'em a twist, a flick o' the wrist, that's what the showman said!"
He bobbed his head back and forth in time with the lyrics, a maniacal smile plastered on his face. He had failed to come up with a definitive place of revenge, and his failure was beginning to take it's toll on his psyche.
In other words…I do believe he was losing his mind.
Seras paused and listened to her master's singing. With a sigh and a sad shaking of her head, she turned her own music up and resumed dancing like the girl everyone avoided during school dances because they weren't sure if she was having a seizure or not. Horrifyingly enough, she was also singing along, using an old brush as a substitute microphone.
"If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends!
Make it last forever, FRIENDSHIP never eeeends!"
Walter was going to go and check up on the two vampires, but after hearing them both screeching like that (and horribly off-key, I might add), he thought it would be better to forego the whole thing. Instead, he opted to go back to his own quarters and play Gears of War for a little while on his own Xbox 360.
"Oh my. Those wretches sure are dreadful."
Alucard broke down the door to his fledgling's room and stood ominously in the now-empty door frame.
"For the love of God, would you turn that shit OFF!!"
Apparently Seras really enjoyed the song 'Wannabe', since she had been listening to it on repeat for two hours straight. It was enough to drive anyone with half a brain to the brink of madness (which spoke volumes about her). Seras pouted indignantly and sniffed in defiance.
"No! I like this song, and I'm going to listen to it for as long as I want to!"
With a grim look of determination and utmost contempt, Alucard stalked over to the small cd player, ripped the plug out of the socket, picked it up, and smashed on the floor, then proceeded to stomp on it a couple of times, just for good measure. Seras watched on in horror.
"NOOO!! Not my Spice Girls cd!" She fell to her knees, weeping. Alucard huffed angrily and stormed out the room to continue singing his coconut song while staring blankly at the ceiling. He was so close to reaching Nirvana and attaining his divine plan of revenge, it wasn't even funny. He was in the zone.
Integra stood stock still as her tailor took her measurements.
"You're sure you want a jacket made in that style, Sir Hellsing?" he asked warily, eyeing the long red jacket the was casually draped over a nearby chair back.
"Yes, I'm sure!" Integra snapped back. "Don't question me!"
"Okay then. You're the boss." He shrugged and got back to work. "I didn't know that the Spanish Inquisition look was in style…"
"What was that!?" Integra asked icily, venom in her voice.
"Oh, nothing." Her tailor replied quickly, finishing up the measurements and striding hastily out of the room. "It'll be finished in about two weeks!" He called back. Integra pursed her lips.
"Two weeks. Well, until then." She walked over to Alucard's coat and put it on again. "Heh heh…"
Day 6
"Only one more day." Alucard reminded himself firmly. "You can make it. Sure, you haven't killed or hurt or maimed anything in six bloody days…only one more to go." He paused in thought for a moment. "I wonder how they've coped without me…"
-Somewhere in the Field-
"Oh my GOD!!" A nameless, faceless, unimportant cannon fodder soldier screamed in pain as a ghoul bit him on the neck and chewed his flesh. With a few more gurgles, he died.
"Nameless Soldier #7 just went down, sir!" Nameless Soldier #3 called to his commander, Nameless Soldier #1, who growled angrily in response.
"Just keep running towards them with your defences down! They've got to become full sometime! Nameless Soldiers 25 through 37, move out!!"
The soldiers climbed over the edge of their protective barricade of old sofas and soda machines and ran towards the ghouls, arms held out to the side, screaming battle cries that consisted of:
"Eat this, you filthy bastards!"
"Chew on me!"
"When the hell are you guys going to become full!?"
"I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!! AUUUGH!"
"Look at me! I'm covered in barbeque sauce!"
"Got mayo??"
"How many more days do we have to wait until Hellsing's 'secret weapon' comes!?" Nameless Soldier #3 cried, watching the gory scene in horror. "We can't kill them! We can only be killed by them! Who the HELL made that rule, anyway!?"
-Back with Alucard-
"Eh, they're probably holding out fine. They're just cannon fodder anyway. Their only purpose is to provide a bountiful source of blood, death, and gore." Alucard shrugged and continued folding paper cranes. "Two hundred seventy four…"
Seras snored loudly as she dreamed another one of her strange, wonderful dreams…
"Why hello there you cute wittle thing you!" Seras cooed as she picked up the cute, fluffy kitten and held it gently in her arms. "You looking for a home, little fella? Snooky-pooky-wookums!" She scratched the kitten behind the ears and smiled as it began to purr. "I think I'll name you…Fluffy McPurrington!"
The kitten hissed in response.
"No? Then how about…Captain Fluffball Kitty-Kat?" Once again, the cat hissed angrily. "Fine. Then how does Fred sound?"
The kitten purred happily in response.
"Okay then, Fred. How would you like a little bit of tuna, hmm?" Seras looked around for the first time to find herself in a strange realm, surrounded by nothing but endless white. She frowned in confusion. "I don't see any tuna…"
Suddenly, the spirit of Harkonnen gently floated down from above (or what she assumed was above, since there wasn't anything to use as a reference point for direction), holding a can of tuna in his hands.
"Oh. It's you again." Seras scowled.
"Ooooh, let's be friiiiiiiendssssss…" Harkonnen drawled, creepy as ever. "Here…here…here. If I give you thiiiiis, will we be friiiiiendssss?"
"No." Seras punched Harkonnen in the throat and took the can of tuna. "Now go away. I don't like you. You're creepy."
Harkonned slowly faded away, and it was just her and the kitten again. Upon further inspection, the kitten had miraculously grown into a cat, which was a light orange and had big blue eyes.
"Aww…we kinda look alike, you and I." Seras commented sweetly. The cat scoffed.
"Yeah, whatever, you tard. Just give me the goddamned fish already."
"Wha…?" Seras dropped the cat and stepped back. "You…you're not a normal cat!" She dropped the can of tuna and pulled out a handgun. The cat seemed to smile, just like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. It took a few steps towards her. "Stay right there, or I'll shoot!"
The cat took another step towards her. With a slight grimace, Seras pulled the trigger and shot the cat in it's midsection. A small poof of fur went flying, then floated back and rejoined with the cat, which seemed none the worse for the experience. Shaking with fear, Seras shook her head.
"You're…not a normal cat!" With a small, awkward spasm, Seras turned on her heel and ran as fast as she could. The cat sat down and grinned.
"Why? Would you have shot me if I was?"
"NO!! I wouldn't have!!" Seras called back, still running for her life. The cat blinked slowly then began to lick itself.
"Ugh. That girl made me feel dirty. I hope stupidity isn't contagious."
Seras suddenly found herself in a shopping plaza that, for some reason, had blurry lighting and was completely pastel. She looked around to find a payphone.
"Oh, hey! I think I'll just mosey on over there to page my consciousness so I can get the hell out of this dream!" She wandered over and picked up the receiver, pulling a couple of coins out of her pocket. "All right, let's see how much a long distance call will…bwuh!?" For some reason, all the instructions were in Japanese. "Huh…well, hopefully this flattened bottle cap will work." Indeed it did. She dialled the number to her consciousness and got the 'tone of death'.
"-boop bweep BOOP- The number you have just dialled is currently unavailable. Please hang up and go away. Do not try again. Do not pass Go. Do not collect three hundred dollars."
Seras hung up the phone and cursed. "Come ON, damnit! Wake UP!"
-BEEP BEEP BEEP-
Seras spun around at the beeping sound and saw a tall man with long blonde hair standing there, holding a pager with a dolphin charm. He was wearing a white shirt with poufy sleeves (not unlike Interga's, she noted), had on a blue vest and pants and weird skirt-like thing, tall black boots, and he had a sword.
"Uh…who are you?"
The man didn't answer, but took her by the hand and dragged her along.
"Umm…okay then. Where are we going?" The man still didn't answer. He dragged her into a small shop and handed her a pair of sunglasses while putting a baseball cap on his head.
"There are ugly. I don't want to wear them." She found herself putting them on anyway and looking into a mirror, grinning. "Hey, these actually don't look half bad!"
She then found herself sitting at a small café table, sipping on a rootbeer float. "Wha…? How did we get-" She was cut off again by another random change in scenery. The blond man and she were crouched in front of one of those claw machines. The man had gotten the claw to grab a stuffed animal, but it dropped it just at the last moment, eliciting an angry glare from him. The man looked both ways before smashing his fist through the glass and grabbing the stuffed animal, then handed it to Seras with a smile.
"Uh, yeah. Thanks." There was another scene change, and she found herself walking along with the dude, the ugly stuffed toy held tightly in her arms. She stuck her tongue out in disgust as she threw the ugly thing over her shoulder.
" I gave up everything to be here with you…the war, my country, my duties as a knight. I gave them all up to be with you, Hitomi."
"Whoah, dude! I think you're a little confused!" Seras laughed uncomfortably. "I'm not 'Hitomi.' My name is Seras Victoria, and-"
The man grabbed her and was closing in for a kiss when suddenly, out of bloody nowhere, a carriage pulled up and screeched to a halt. The door flung open to reveal a young blonde woman in a frilly pink shirt and black tights or something. She threw her arms open wide.
"Aaaaaaallennnn!" She called. Allen turned, looking pleasantly surprised.
"Oh! Millerna!" He ran over, and they kissed passionately.
"Oookay then." Seras muttered, wondering where the hell all these cracked-out people came from. Suddenly, the sky went dark and a bolt of lightning hit the top of a nearby tower. A huge chunk of debris blew off. "Holy baby Jesus!" Just as suddenly, the ground beneath Seras' feet gave way to a whole lot of nothing, and she began to fall.
"WHEEE!! Oh…what is that? AUGH!" She flinched as a bright beam of light engulfed her. She watched through squinted eyes as she saw someone falling with her. "Oh no! You-what the!?" The person suddenly sprouted wings. She squinted and tried to see their face, but the bright light from behind sort of prevented her from discerning any facial features. Or any features at all. The angel (or mutant. Whatever.) was nothing more than a black blob. Seras held her hand out.
"Help me, you winged bastard!" The winged bastard managed to catch up and grabbed Seras' hand firmly. Suddenly, everything faded to blackness…
"Urg…what the hell was THAT all about?" Seras grumbled, remembering to push the lid of her coffin before sitting up. She rubbed her eyes and looked around to find that she was sitting in her coffin in front of a fire, along with a black haired boy and what looked to be a cat girl wearing an orange potatoe sack. The cat girl giggled.
" 'Aaaallen, saave me!' she says." The cat girl mocked, much to Seras' disconcertment.
"I never said that, you weird cat thing! Who are you!? Where am I??"
"You better take this more seriously." The cat girl scowled. "Remember, you almost got sold off to that Meiden guy."
"Who the hell is Meiden??" Seras asked, bewildered. She reached into her coffin and pulled out a random hand gun, then proceeded to wave it around. "Who are you!? What do you want with me??"
The black haired boy raised an eyebrow. "You still seem tired. Go back to bed."
Seras slumped over. "Yeah. Bed." With that, she laid down and closed her eyes, which flew open just seconds later. "Wait! Why do I feel like I know you from somewhere?" She went to sit up again and clocked her head soundly on her coffin lid. "Augh! Urrg…eh." She pushed the lid off and looked around to find herself in her room, located within the Hellsing manor. She let out a sigh of relief.
"That wasn't a pleasant dream at all!!" She growled darkly. "Bastard…"
"Aaaand…one thousand!" Alucard grinned at his achievement as he set the little purple paper crane down on the floor with the other nine hundred ninety-nine he had folded that day. "Now my wish will come true!" He squeezed his eyes shut. "I wish I had my hat and coat back!" He waited anxiously for a few seconds before opening his eyes and looking around wildly. His hat and coat where nowhere to be found, much to his chagrin. He frowned and rested his chin on the palm of his hand.
"Well…that was a big waste of time." He sighed angrily, flicking the nearest crane away.
" No, Miss Integra, that still isn't correct!" Walter pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as Integra stood in front of her desk, which had been sliced in half. She wiggled her fingers and watched as Walter's killer floss glittered and shined in the light.
"But I cut it in half! Isn't that what it's supposed to do?"
"Not when you're trying to attack something that's in front of you, Sir."
She looked over her shoulder at the ruined desk behind her. "Be that as it may, this could still be classified as an improvement."
Walter bit his lip nervously. "I'd like to have those back now, if you please, Sir Integra." The last thing he needed was to be accidentally sliced in half. Nevermind the fact that she was liable to cut herself in half.
"Now!? But I'm just starting to get the feel for it!" Integra whined. "I'm in the zone!"
Walter sighed. "As you wish, Sir Integra. But I'm just going to go stand over here." He then proceeded to leave the room. Integra stood alone for a few minutes until the phone rang. She picked it up with her unflossed hand.
"Hello?"
"Let's continue with the lesson then, shall we?" Walter sat a safe distance away (in the basement), sipping a cup of tea. "Now, when you first start, it is paramount to use the proper wrist motion to maintain strict control over the threads at all time…"
Day SEVEN!! HURRAY!!
Integra sat behind her new desk, covered in bandages from head to toe. Thankfully, her limbs were all accounted for. She regarded the two vampires standing in front of her with an icy stare.
Seras raised her hand. "Uh, Sir Integra? What happened to- mmphf!" She was cut off as Alucard clamped a hand over her mouth and smiled at his master.
"Please excuse Police Girl. As you probably already know, she's a moron."
Integra nodded and lit up a cigar. "I suppose you'd like to know why I called you here."
Seras nodded vigorously. Alucard remained impassive.
"There's a situation in the nearby town of Goudaville." She glared at Seras, as if daring her to laugh. She couldn't, due to the fact that Alucard was still covering her mouth with his hand. Satisfied that there wasn't going to be an outburst, Integra continued. "The Nameless Soldier squadron was doing a fine job of staving off the attacks, but I'm afraid their numbers are dwindling, and quickly. And, since you two have been relatively well behaved-" she paused to glare at Alucard. " I've decided to cut your punishment short. You two are to leave for Goudaville immediately."
"Yes, Master." Alucard gave a slight bow before backing out of the room, still covering Seras' mouth. Once they were out of the room and the door was closed, Alucard let go of Seras, who gasped for air.
"I can understand why you'd cover my mouth, but my nose as well!?"
Alucard shrugged. "It was for good measure." He watched Walter mildly as he approached them, a bundle in his hands.
"I believe these belong to you, Master Alucard." Walter handed over the bundle to Alucard, who opened it and grinned widely.
"YESSSS!!" Alucard quickly put on his hat and coat, smiling widely. "Now we can get going!" He gave Walter a thumbs up, who returned the gesture. Seras and Alucard then made their way out of the estate.
"Heh heh…Goudaville…" Seras sniggered under her breath.
And that is the end of that! Once again, REVIEW!
What will happen in Goudaville? Will it be anything like Cheddar or Mozzarella? Highly unlikely!! Will they run into Anderson again? I'm not entirely sure, but the prospects are good! Find out in the next installment of THIS VERY STORY!!
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