Apologies for the long wait on this and last chap. As I stated before, got a bit busy so I couldn't really type out more chapters. :P

The inside of the house looked like an ordinary farm house, complete with striped cheesy wallpaper and wide wooden doors. Walking right through the door you'd run into the kitchen, complete with round table and four chairs. Looking directly left of you, you'd see a short hall that lead to the pantry, stocked mostly with food for Anders. In front of you, just left of the kitchen counter and kitty corner to the doorway of the living room was yet another door though this led to a downward spiraled staircase. In the basement held Seras's things, deemed immediately when they'd bought the home that the two wouldn't sleep in the same room. Ever.

Now, to the right was a living room with small television and dusty couch. Two doors in the right held the bedroom and the bathroom of the home. A small and rather cramped house for a huge ass priest and a boobied vampire but they'd have to make due. If that had been their only problem, it would've been fine. She'd hide in the basement and avoid him like the plague, he'd not kill her the best he could whilst keeping a fine distance from her. Sun went up, house was his. Sun was down, she roamed it. It was a rather good agreement. That is, until that damned Queen and Pope started murmuring again.

"I'm beginning to hate your pope." Seras stated irritated as she walked beside Anderson, arm in arm as they through the fairgrounds. "Honestly, I'd have thought they'd be busy doing actual work instead of messing with our lives. Isn't he suppose to be signing papers or baptizing people? I'd have hoped they'd forget us by now."

"Nay, wur too entertainin' fer dat." Anderson answered with a large smile spread pleasantly across his lips. Around them children and adults alike stopped to greet the abnormally large priest, and to each one he'd stop and speak with them with the same smiling face. His arm would always twitch however when they asked who she was. Seras simply smiled and stayed quite while Anders explained about his 'loovly weef'.

Now, do to the rather busy bustling of the fair Seras didn't notice them quite at first. She listened to him and his companions chatter on and on, growing bored the longer they spoke. It was then however that she heard a loud chuckling, followed by the honking of a bike horn and the jingling of bells. Alarmed she clenched her fingers into claws as she immediately looked around for the source of the noise. Beside her Anderson went quite, frowning at the pain in his arm and the rather wide eyed look Seras wore.

"Dracu-"

"Hehehhh hhiiii!" Seras jumped a good foot as she wheeled around to see a big red nose and outrageously colored hair. Before her stood a clown nearly a head taller than her and a painted smile plastered across it's face. By the looks he was trying to sell some sort of balloon animal yet she didn't even see it, she couldn't look past his huge eyeballs.

She couldn't stop the screech that loosed itself from her chest nor did she stop herself from grabbing Anders firmly by the arm and swinging him like a club. Priest crashed against clown and both went spiraling onto the ground. Not thinking twice, Seras bolted like the devil himself was after her. Behind her Anderson was scrambling to untangle himself while shouting at her to stop. Which like many spooked females didn't do a damn bit of good.

She wasn't quite sure where she was when she stopped though, looking around to find herself far from crowds and clowns alike. There was still rides and the occasional game so she hadn't left the fair yet but still... She sighed as she walked to the nearest bench and sat down, rubbing her head in embarrassment as she tried not to imagine what Anders would do when he found her. Maim her? Lock her the house with barriers? Mix holy water with her blood packets? Oh why did she have to have a fear of clowns? Though, given her vampiric strength it could've ended worse...

"Excuse me, Miss? Are you alright?" She jumped a foot again, turning to look over her shoulder at a younger and just as startled priest. They blinked at each other while the scrawny fellow started to speak in an embarrassed ramble. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you of course but you see I saw your head down and I thought maybe you weren't feeling the best, which I presume isn't the case of course seeing how you are perfectly upright as of now. Oh, I apologize I forgot my manners. I'm Father Leo."

"You're not Irish...?" Seras blinked as she immediately recognized his rather quivering accent. "You're American?"

"N-no... I'm Canadian actually." His lip twitched a little as an irritated glint took his eye for a moment before quickly dying away. "You're from Britain are you? I'd recognize your accent anywhere. Why are you on this spot of earth? I'm surprise to see you here at all."

"Marriage." Seras answered dryly. She gave her eyes a bit of a roll without thinking about it. "I used to be from Britain though."

"Ah. I see." The priest tilted his head curiously before coming around to the front of the bench before offering her a hand. It was here she got a good look at him. Slightly paled cheeks with dusty brown hair and wide chocolate eyes. A rather handsome fellow with a boyish face and fidgety personality. "Well, welcome then and congratulations. I'm surprised you look so gloomy about it though. Most young couples are ecstatic over their loves yet your alone and in the rather run down part of the fair. Not the most romantic of situations if you ask my opinion."

"No, I guess it isn't." Seras giggled as she looked up at the man, shaking his hand gently. He beamed back as he suddenly gripped her hand and pulled her to her feet. Startled Seras frowned at him only to recieve an innocent pout in response. "What?"

"See, Sister Gracie (my overly large companion) left me alone to go... examine the sweets from the booths and left me all on my lonesome. Would you mind helping a poor priesty out?" He pouted at her with large brown eyes. "It's empty now but what if a rush came? I would be done for!"

"...We wouldn't want that." Seras said with a shy chuckle. "What are you doing?"

"Selling sweets to raise money for the orphanage." Leo answered with a shrug. Noticing the odd look he got however he tilted his head before giving a smug smile. "And no, before you ask I didn't send away Sister Gracie due to the fact we were selling sweets. I sent her away for the fact that I was afraid she would eat all our produce."

"I see." Seras giggled as she followed the now chippy character, her eyes rolling again as she followed him into the darker shade of a tent. Walking through the back flap the smell of cookies and brownies tipped her nose, making her mouth water. Various cookies of different sizes and kinds lined the long table while pieces of cake and brownies filled in the spaces. Overall, it looked delicious despite the empty state of the tent."So, what would you like me to do?"

"Attracting customers would be nice." Leo stated with a wistful sigh. "Yet, since not many have the power to control minds you simply have to guard the cashier."

"Yes Father." Seras saluted as she promptly made her way to her post. "So, who baked these?"

"The children and the sisters mostly, though Father Anderson tried to help." Leo answered with a shrug. He gave her a mischievous grin, not noticing the pause she had when she'd heard his name. "See, he's a bit of a bigger man and quite the clutz around the kitchen. He accidentally dumped flour on two of the children then slipped on some butter on the floor and covered the rest of the children with egg. Poor man never looked so flustered when Sister Jade kicked him out."

"Really? Anderson did all that?" Seras tried but couldn't picture it. No way that large bulk of man was that useless in the kitchen.

"Oh, do you know him? Don't tell him I said that. I'd get my arse whooped pardon my language." Leo chuckled sheepishly as he glanced at her. "Promise?"

"No worries, I won't say a word." Seras promised with a laugh. "I wouldn't want my first companion to get mauled."

"Nay, ya woodn't want dat would ya lassie?" Hearing the irish rumble made both Seras and Leo freeze as glance in horror at the giant that stood in the tent's door. Seeing their deer-in-the-headlights expressions he snorted dully before giving them both stink eyes. "Now, whur ya been dere wife? Yer lil' show dere cos qui' a bi' o' trouble."

"..." Seras turned pinked as she glanced at the back which promply earned a growl from Anderson. She winced before puffing out her cheeks and huffing at him. "I didn't mean it. I wouldn't have thrown that man if he hadn't of startled me."

"Da man woos a clown ya silly-" Anderson paused as her face turned hotter. He glanced over at Leo then back at Seras before a wide knowing smirk slipped across his teeth. "Yer afraid o' clowns? O' all da things ta fear, ya fear the big nose men wit funny 'air?"

"Shuddup." Seras grouched.

"Bwahahahaha! Dat's priceless!" Anderson cackled with a triumphant grin. Seras fumed at him causing his cackle to turn into a roar.

"QUIET!" Seras shouted over his laughter as she grabbed a nearby cube of cake. "At least I can bake!"

"Dat's coos dat's a woman's talent, nay a man." Anderson snickered with a pleased gleam in his eye. Seras growled at him before stomping around the counter with cake in hand. He spotted the cake without much hassle but before he could defend himself or even argue she grabbed him firmly by the collar and dragged him down to her eye level.

"Quiet." she growled before she slapped the cake into his face.

Now obviously this one is longer and was posted faster than the last one. Again! I apologize to those who were complaining how long it took to do the last one and how short it was. I apologize! My laptop is currently on it's deathbed and the only other comp nearby is my roommates laptop. :P I will try to post these as quick as I can and if there are missing letters I apologize again for these damn keys only work half the time. XD

Thanks for reading still!

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