The Hellsing family was in the process of their own work to rebuild after the attack. During the attacks on them and London they had lost dozens of good men, and an old family friend and butler. Integra had rather easily found a new butler, a rather young man for the profession but he was eager to start the job. It was while she was leading the new butler around the ruined mansion that it occurred to her to lay down a few special rules, even though Seras was more accepting of her vampire role it did still take some outside work to make her drink blood.
"Mr. Smithson, I did forget to mention a crucial area of the mansion." Integra said as the young brown haired butler followed her. She would not show him Seras that was more of a surprise one had to get used to instead of being shown. All Integra showed him was the hidden staircase leading to the basement. "Every two days you will find a meal dish covered in your quarters. You may see what's in it if you truly want but when it's in your quarters you are to take it down here. If you encounter the girl living down there you may give the dish to her personally, otherwise just leave it down there. Understood?"
"Y-yes…of course Master Hellsing." Alan Smithson told the woman shooting his glance between the staircase and the woman. "Um if you don't mind me asking. Exactly what kind of person lives down there?"
Integra merely smirked turning around to face Smithson, "Why, the kind standing behind you."
Smithson blinked, not finding it believable that someone could come down this hallway and get close to them without him ever hearing it. Shaking his head Smithson turned to look behind him. Of course the first thing he took a notice of was this girl's large bosom, he though it hard to ignore that tribute. The rest of her was hard to see because of the hat, glasses but he could see the blonde hair spiking out around her neck. By the rolled up sleeves of the jacket he took a good guess due to her pale skin color that she might be British.
"So this is supposed to be Walter's replacement? A kid?" Her voice did not match up to the presence she had built up, he expected a similarly booming voice like Integra gave yet instead Smithson heard a voice belonging more to a undergrad.
"Yes Seras this is the new butler. I seem to recall another new employee being called a kid." Smithson watched the two, so this other girl was called Seras, interesting name. While he watched Smithson noticed Integra's gaze dropping slightly before speaking again, "I see your arm is better."
"When I drink I can re-form it longer. This kid has no idea what he's getting into does he?"
"I'd figure you were more qualified to show him. Don't scare him too much police girl."
Smithson noticed Seras' lips form to a smirk, he must have been losing his mind for he through that for a split second Seras' teeth seemed almost like that of a shark, all razor sharp. He almost did not see her move past him and start down the stairs, "Prepare yourself kid, for the next time you see me you'll learn exactly what Hellsing is about."
The doorway to the basement closed behind Seras as Integra stood there lighting up one of her last cigars. "That is who lives down there. Don't be fooled for the consequences for failing any of the rules I told about handling her food will be severe. Come along." Smithson snapped back into his mental conscience as he hurried to catch back up with Integra. Continuing the tour of the mansion they finally stopped back at her formal office, "Any questions Mister Smithson?"
"Just one Miss. Hellsing. You recall the section of the mansion reserved for the defense staff, the soldiers you imply for the family's protection. Where are they? I mean I saw a few men but…not enough."
"Being dealt with, we have a new commander and a few more mercenaries coming in. Be weary though, this commander is American."
"American?
"Yes, a military criminal, a fighter. Former Captain Jim L. Redfield. He and his little band of mercenaries should be here by the end of the week. Go tell the remaining men would you?"
"Yes Miss Hellsing." Smithson said leaving the room as he made his way to small area of the mansion devoted to the soldiers. Smithson could not help but give a small smile to no one; perhaps he had finally found the job more suited to his traits.
He was surprised when he reached the quarters that the few soldiers there was were waiting for him, watching the doorway with smiles and smirks on their faces. "Right, gentlemen the new commander will be arriving soon, he'll be bringing a few more mercs with him so do try and get used to him will you?"
It was one mercenary, stout yet built properly for a front line soldiers scratched the scruff of his chin, "Sir, are we really suppose to take orders from this kid?"
Smithson was readying himself to say something, yet as his mouth opened he heard that odd voice of Seras come from behind him, "I'm afraid so guys." Turning around slightly annoyed that once more this Seras woman had snuck up behind him. When he looked however Smithson was shocked seeing the blonde woman partially through the wall, a black outline around the parts phasing through the wall. Smithson let out a scream with his young voice as his balance lost him and he fell backwards.
The soldiers were laughing at him as he kept staring at the blonde as she turned away from him removing her hat and glasses. When she turned back at him Seras seemed even less like the woman he kept seeing her as, the rest of her hair away from the neck was cut rather shortly, her face looking young and even with her red eyes she did not seem like the same woman who had intimidated him earlier. Smithson heard a gruff voice come from behind him as he stayed on the ground looking up at Seras, "What's the matter kid? Never seen a vampire before?"
"V-vampire? Did you just say that…that creature is a vampire?" Smithson asked his hand trembling heavily as he pointed at Seras.
For some time Seras only seemed to smiled politely at Smithson as she approached the kid kneeling in front of him. Then at this point Seras' lips curled apart revealing a smile of razor sharp teeth as she looked at him lazily through red irises, "Listen closely, I don't have time to fully explain what you need to know right now okay? Be a good butler and go attend Master Hellsing while I and the boys have a nice little chat. Will you do that for me?"
Smithson was still unable to move or react, even to the fact that Seras was close enough that her large bosom was pushing against his curled up knees. Eventually Smithson felt himself being pulled back up onto his feet, most likely from one of the soldiers. Once he regained his sense of balance he bolted to the door opening it widely as he ran out of the room, running down the hallway no longer out of fear, out of his own instincts hitting him. His Sadomasochist mind conflicting with his gut telling him to ignore those urges, a vampire was a damned creature one that could take punishment and give out something far more painful. Smithson almost couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he finally reached his quarters. Shutting the door behind him Smithson ran his gloved hands through his brown hair as he let out a hearty laugh, this job indeed was more suited for him than the previous.