Chapter 3: Mrs Robinson

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home

When she had first come to Hellsing, Seras had been out of her depth. Police training had nothing on this place. Integra's private army, dedicated to the extermination of things that had once been human. Like her.

Seras couldn't help but be reminded of the crusades to the Holy Land, and the treatment of the Jews by the Germans during the war. Attack, exterminate, feel no guilt because it was in the name of God. Seras wasn't a Catholic. She wasn't a Protestant either. Not Anglican, not Pentecostal, definitely not a Jehova's Witness, a Morman or a Seventh Day Adventist.

And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Bible study had been part of the orphanage education though, each child had been handed a bible when they came, according to their reading ability. Seras had two, because she'd held onto her father's. She'd read the whole thing through every year, though she skipped over the genealogies most of the time, and knew enough to form her own opinion of the book, God, and Jesus. She didn't go to church.

Some of the stories had left her very unimpressed with humans. Bits like "it was the season that the kings went to war", and the whole of Song of Songs was just dumb. The number of verses that were just waiting to be misquoted, taken out of context, and turned inside out to mean something other than what was intended was worrying as well.

Being plunged into Hellsing doctrine had upset her a bit. That prayer that got said before the missions. "In the name of God and Her Majesty the Queen, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen." Of course, it was mildly better than the drivel spouted by the Catholics, who thought it was their divine right and duty to kill anyone and everything that wasn't one of them. Extremists everywhere, Seras had decided, were exactly the same. It was always "Divine right and duty". At least the Protestants weren't as long-winded about it.

Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids

Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Seras prayed every night when she was human. Now she prayed every morning. She didn't care if everybody told her she was a damned thing now, a creature who would never see God's grace and mercy. Why should she care when she knew they were wrong? There was a time when white, Eastern Europeans believed that anybody who looked different was not really human, classing them as animals, useful only as slaves, creatures without culture or history.

That lesson had been hard learnt, but they had managed, and survived, and been better for it. Now they all watched the nature channel together in different rooms. Seras had the theory all right and correct in her head, but going from prey to predator took some adjusting – and that was what she been forced to do when she became a vampire.

It was a bit hard to surpass her humanity when she was being reminded of it all the time. Police Girl. Police are not to deviate from the norm, from what is lawful and correct. Drinking blood was not 'normal', and Seras was still new to being something other than human. Perhaps in ten years, she would be able to drink blood while her master called her Police Girl, but not yet.

Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose

Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)

Alucard looked down at the fledgling who had told him her story, explained herself to him, and he could not feel the disgust for her that he had displayed so openly before. He had demanded that she tell him everything, and she had told him more than he expected, though perhaps less than there was.

It was clear that she felt some relief at being able to tell him all that was bothering her, giving her the chance to let him see her for what she was, rather than where she fell short of what he wanted her to be. He would need time to think on all that she had told him. For now though, he would not call her Police Girl any longer.