Side note: Decided to leave M1 alone for now. If anyone is interested in beta-ing/give suggestions as to how I can fix it/make it better, contact me. You'll be given proper and appropriate credit naturally.

PS- This is more random and less serious.

Mission Two

Onsen

"I am so bo-ored…"

Seras Victoria moved her feet in circles where they were suspended, up in the air as she lay on her back. She wiggled her neck so as to make herself more comfortable. She rolled her eyes, sighed, and with a groan snapped up to a seated position.

There were even less missions now. She had kept training so as to not go lax during this vacation, but there was only so much she could do. Incognito had been defeated and her master's master was in jail, though it was a silly version of one because who gets steak and wine in prison? She also had a private bathroom. Seras smiled. She couldn't imagine the Sir Integra peeing in front of prying eyes.

With a laugh, she hopped up. Her master Alucard rarely popped in to see her, not that he ever really liked to before, but she missed his presence, in a strange way. He had, over the months, become to mean so much to her. She had always thought that the master-servant bond had been the source of her need for him, but it obviously wasn't. Either that or she had actually come to like him. Granted, she'd always respected him, been both awed and scared of him, but she found she preferred his company now.

If the humans new what she was, they were afraid. If they didn't, the men would try to hit on her and the woman would be jealous. She was passive by nature and really all she wanted was some companionship. Was she really doomed to only find company beside a partially homicidal maniac? Seras sighed.

In the sheer boredom and silence of her room, her mind was getting away from her. Such strange tangents and thoughts- she figured she must be getting stir crazy if not just plain crazy. Where was her master anyway? There was only so much attention Integra could take of the master vampire. He could annoy, confuse, and threaten you all in one sentence. It was a bizarre talent that drove her up the wall.

Seras bit her lip and nodded her head absently. Then she puffed her cheeks and released in the air in a whooshing sound. After glancing around her small, sparse room she got up and left.

More and more Seras had found herself wandering the basement's seemingly never-ending corridors. The further you continue on, the danker the walls became. Moss was growing in the mortar and along the edges of the stone. Water dripped from somewhere or perhaps it was just condensation. It was almost unnaturally warm this far underground.

It was really…well weird.

Seras wandered for what seemed forever, taking this turn or that turn. She would have to rely on her vampiric senses to get back out and for once she was grateful for them. She was curious by nature and loved exploring, but there were always those 'what if's' to get in the way. Seras could get lost, hurt, and millions of other scenarios. So, she used to stick to only those places which she knew, it wasn't as much fun, but it was safer. She was, or had been, a cute girl on the weaker side and who knows that kind of ruffian she'd meet during her adventure.

However, all Seras would have to do if she ever decided she wanted to go back was turn around and follow the scent of fresh air. Naturally, the deeper she went the staler then air. It was pungent with mold, dampness, and age. The closer she went to the opening, the fresher the air would be. Also, the tunnels descended, so she just had to keep walking uphill. If she started going down again then she knew she'd made a wrong turn, but that was just common sense and observation. The tunnels eventually flattened out only a few levels beyond where her room resided and from there things shouldn't be too unfamiliar.

It was almost pitch black now. There were no electric lights or even lit torches because this place was too old and ceased to be used, most likely, several decades if not centuries ago. The Hellsing family certainly contained a long, descriptive history. Unlike some, their history had been well recorded. Integra knew her roots. Seras had no idea even what nationalities she descended from, nonetheless their names and faces. She knew her father's parents. Her grandmother was Scotch Irish and her grandfather was a mix of French, Irish, and English. Her mother though was basically unknown.

She'd passed away during Seras's early childhood. She barely remembered her. Seras didn't even have a lot of pictures. It had been hard for her father and he'd kept them hidden away where he wouldn't be pained by seeing her every day. He never got over it. It was disease or something, he never went into it. The one picture she did have was in her top dresser drawer at her old apartment. It was in an antique wooden frame, the picture was sepia toned and well worn. It was a portrait from the waist up. Though that lease had long run out, so who knew where her stuff had ended up. She'd wanted to transfer it to her lodgings at the Hellsing Manor, but she was always so busy and it never seemed all that important, especially when compared to the potential of losing human lives.

While Seras was off in the inner depths of her thoughts, her foot caught on some unknown object. Seras's eyes widened and she squealed, flailing her arms. Luckily for her she slammed into the wall to her right and was able to catch herself.

Seras groaned, "Bloody hell…that hurt."

Seras pulled herself back from the wall slowly, slightly dizzy, before turning and slumping back against it. She rubbed her nose gently, prodding it for injury. There would no doubt be a huge bump or bruise of her forward and right cheekbone.

Seras blinked.

"Where am I?"

She looked around thoroughly confused. She swore she was just in the hallway, but now she was sitting in some strange room.

"But that hallway…didn't have any doors?"

Seras lifted her gaze to the ceiling observing the high rafters and carved out rock ceiling. She wasn't so sure now. She didn't remember seeing any doors, but she had hit her head awfully hard. Seras ruffled a hand through her choppy bangs and stood up.

She pursed her lips and tip toed around the room. She felt like she really was trespassing now. The room was rather spacious, lit with a few, well placed candles. The candles were tall and white, the ones you'd expect to see on church alters. There was a red couch, a love seat actually. The color was quite pleasing in the dim light, neither too bright nor too dark. Side tables acted like book ends to the sofa and in front of it was a small coffee table. There were a few pillows on the other side on the floor. Obviously someone liked to sit at the table from there. There wasn't much else, except for the desk in the center of the back wall. Candles lined each of these four surfaces, casting gleaming light and slinking shadows all about the room.

There was a runner though; a light grey hued carpet that began a few feet from the table and ran to the left wall, except Seras couldn't see where it ended. Seras squinted, even she couldn't see because the shadows were so thick, almost unnaturally so. Seras approached cautiously, curiously. The carpet was new and rather squishy. Seras had the childish notion to remove her combat boots and socks to stand barefoot on it.

As Seras got closer, she frowned. This wasn't a wall at all. From where she somehow, magically, mysteriously appeared on the other side of the wall it looked like one, but actually there was a narrow passageway. It was covered by a black heavy curtain, but it did continue. The passage was situated in the corner and came out about two feet. There was a soft light at the other end allowing her to see the depths of the entire passage. She'd barely fit walking straight in and at parts, it appeared she would have to turn sideways in order to continue.

Seras pushed aside the curtain and a surprising heat and moisture pushed against her skin. Seras blinked innocently before sticking up her nose to scent the air. From the entrance to the passageway, Seras could smell rock salt, varied minerals, as well as some flowers. Seras was quite perplexed at this point in time because it smelled like an onsen. Seras giggled lightly. There was no way there was an onsen in England, especially hidden in the bowls of Hellsing's basement. That was ridiculous!

However, her curiosity was piqued and Seras nudged her way through. She happened to scrape her knee on an outcropping of rock. She would have bent down to try and do something about the tiny drivel of blood that was now trailing down her shin, if she could have. If she'd tried, she would've just smacked her forehead against more rock and that would only result in giving her a headache. So, since she was almost to the other side anyway, Seras forewent treatment for now and continued on.

Seras sighed happily upon exiting the tunnel. She peered about her and her jaw nearly hit the floor. There was an onsen in England!? Or at least…it looked like one. The only she knew what an onsen was, was because she had chosen it as a topic for a report in her grade school years. She also covered ikebana, flower arranging, and Japanese gardens. The onsen, or natural hot spring, was actually a late addition. She didn't have enough material for her oral presentation to last the full fifteen minutes, so this way she had an extra eight slides. It was actually kind of interesting really.

Seras tapped her index finger against her chin, thinking. She was so different then. Seras sighed and just then remembered her knee. It wasn't so bad, not too deep. The only draw back to being a vampire was that the blood didn't really clot. The cells were dead, but the blood she sometimes drank was fresh. So the platelets in the blood still did their job to a point, but not as good, or as quickly, as when she was alive. It probably would've been a bit better had she been minding her blood packs more astutely. She could be so stubborn at times. Her father always made sure to remind of that fact, though he did so playfully whereas her master would do quite the opposite and regard her scornfully.

Seras drug a finger and gathered as much of the red trickle as she could. On a whim, she popped the one finger into her mouth. Her mouth quickly salivated and washed the blood away from the digit. Seras swallowed and without meaning too, she 'mmm'ed. It was that pleasant dining sound when someone was appreciating their food. Seras's eyes widened and she choked a little covering her mouth with her hand. She had liked it.

Seras made a face and scrunched her nose. She quickly disregarded it. If she didn't admit it, it wasn't true. Seras laughed at her own stupid thoughts.

The warmth of the room was inviting, but the humidity made droplets of moisture cling to her uniform. Seras removed the top jacket as it was getting uncomfortably wet to leave only the white short sleeved undershirt. She dropped it onto the well placed bureau to her right near the entrance. There was also a hook in the wall beside it. The wood was a dark stained cherry and smelled deliciously musky.

The onsen was off to the right and there was a heightened platform to the left. Seras walked over only to find it was warm as well. She guessed it was like a hot stone treatment, just more literally one big stone you lie on instead of the smaller pebbles they place on your back at those fancy, upscale spas.

It was all quite pleasant and rather charming. Seras wouldn't mind coming back, but she didn't want to intrude. This was someone's special, and no doubt, secret getaway. The question was who arranged this. It was obviously used. The candles were new, never used because there was no dripping wax, and their being lit was a tremendous clue. It was as if someone had just left. Whose was it though? Sir Integra? She never came down into the basement that often as far as Seras knew, but then again she didn't even know how she got into the room so perhaps she wasn't the best resource.

Seras highly doubted it was her master Alucard's. He didn't seem the type. He could regenerate his clothes and he never appeared to have any carnage on him, but it was probably all part of the same trick. Seras paused for a moment on Walter. He delivered their blood packs daily and was often found in the kitchen, located in the basement uppermost level. Also his design and testing rooms for those imaginative and seemingly science fictional weapons he made for Alucard and she were also located in the basement. However, he had yet to be released from the hospital, so he couldn't have very well left it like this for so long. It'd been weeks, those candles would've gone out.

Seras sighed irritated and sat down on the edge of the platform. She had no clue. None of them seemed the type. And obviously it couldn't just be whipped up. It was carved out of the side of the mansion wall. The foundation was to be expertly tracked so that a sink hole didn't occur or that the mansion didn't collapse. A person just can start digging. And why all the secrecy?

Seras pouted- so many questions and no answers.

Seras suddenly perked and looked around her conspiratorially. There was no one here now and they would never know she was here, probably. Her back muscles had been quite sore of late. There had been no missions, but she had made sure to keep busy with training. The result of constant training was sore muscles and she hadn't really improved a great deal. That was just her lot in life. She needed her master to train her in the dark arts. She had yet to barely learn anything. It wasn't like they didn't have time on their hands either.

Her mind made up, Seras stripped and folded her clothes into a neat pile on the bureau along with her jacket. She slowly dipped a toe into the slightly foamy, semitransparent water testing its temperature. A happy sigh escaped her and Seras descended into the depths. She her hair and ran her hand through it, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of warmth wrapping slowly around her body. The tendrils slowly crept into her, making her skin tingle as if alive. Seras cooed and dipped below the surface.

Seras left, her cheeks reddened as if in a blush. Her mood was much improved. She would have to return again sometime. After poking around the wall she'd entered for awhile she found the switch. It was a little bump in the floor that looked like nothing. Seras had been on her knees when she'd leaned on it with her hand. She'd been patting the wall with her other near the floor. Seras had gasped, a scream stuck in her throat, as the wall rotated and dumped her back into the hallway. She rolled and was left blinking in the empty corridor.

She was so shocked, she couldn't say anything. As she got up and dusted herself off, she noticed another little bump. It was an inch higher than the rest of the floor and must've been tripped her. Smashing her face into the wall and had turned into a brilliant surprise. Seras smiled and padded back to her room. She'd had a trashy romance novel to start; she'd bought it in her free time nearly a month ago, but had never felt like reading it. Now, somehow, she was finally in the mood to do it. Seras practically floated back to her room, she was so happy.

A dark figure entered a steamy, dim room. Red eyes narrowed suspiciously.

The deep baritone voice of Alucard boomed in the room, "Who used my bath?"

However, there was no reply and only his own echo returned to comfort him. Alucard lifted his nose slightly and scented the air. An evil smirk graced his lips as he looked out towards the corridor he knew to be to his back.

"Police girl…"

End ficlet 2. Well? I like this one a bit more, even if it is somewhat ridiculous. I may return for a sequel later in my chapters. R&R.

Side note: Going on vacation next week…not sure when I'll update again- may not be til the Monday after.