I DONE GOOFED!

It was pointed out to me not long ago that I have made a couple mistakes. One of which, is that Alex is actually Scottish, not Irish as I had previously said in a chapter. DX

Secondly, I was politely asked to lower the amount of 'accent' on Alex due to it being hard to understand him sometimes. :P
Thirdly, I also apparently have been mingling both OVA and anime together. Sorry! This is mostly because I'd watched both of them side by side so I have a hard time sorting out what happened with who. I will try to stick to the anime as close as I can but when I screw up, sorry! Also, I kind of liked Walter so I can't really go without him. XD

Lastly, the voice in Seras's head is actually Pip. My computer apparently decided to delete that paragraph. Go figure.

(Thanks Silver for the help and whoever else should notice something, please PM or review to let me know. I always love getting mail!)

Anyway, ENJOY

"Oh honestly, I don't think it was so bad you had to go and burn it." Whiplash snapped in irritation. Across the table from him, the Priest snorted in clear disgust whilst mentally checking over just who else had the book. The neighbour was down, the cop... He'd taken Seras's copy as well to stop any distributing there. No, if only that was as far as it went. He believed however that it wasn't the end of it. No, he was positive that heathen had yet more in store for this wary duo. At least for now, he had to deal with a grumpy leather clad cop with a makeup obsession. "You're just jealous it was more flavorful than anything you'd try to write!"

"Dat writing 's piddle." Anders responded flatly. "Ya jus' dunno whot real writin' is."

"What did you say?!" Whiplash shouted as he stood abruptly and glared at the Scottish man. "We're the ones who created writing! Made beauty of it! You drunks are the ones who can't read! How could you say such things? Why, if you weren't so tall and we weren't in the presence of a woman I'd slap your squabbling trap! Real writing! Real- You want to know what real writing is! I could go on! Why take that glorious writer Lou-"

"Whot 'n da devil is 'e goin' on 'bout?" Anderson asked his wife with a dull eye on the now ranting British man, his ears tuning out the seemingly endless rant of literature. By all appearances, Seras wasn't paying much attention by now. In fact, she was deep in the newspaper. He frowned at her, popping his head around to look at what she was reading. Comic strips by all looks. Huh. He himself wasn't too fond of the little wacked characters so he never really paid attention to them. Looking at them now, he remembered why. They looked weird. "I dun knew ya liked da cartoons."

"They're funny." Seras answered distractedly, her lips pursed as she concentrated on the rather big eyed looking people on the page. Her lips curled up as she continued to read, speaking to him in an almost amused tone of voice that made him frown. Was she paying any attention to him at all or was she ignoring him? He eyed her now, though she didn't seem to mind. "Besides, he won't be stopping any time now. Once you get him started on writing critique and the injustices of the world, you'll be lucky to leave your seat in the next hour or two. May as well make yourself comfortable."

"Whot? Why n't joost walk 'way?" Anderson asked with a heavy frown, watching as the other male continued to ran aimlessly. "I dun tink he c'n hold meh down."

"No, but he'd follow you." was the dull response. Ah, she was experienced. "I've never had to deal with him being this stubborn though. It must be because you're Scottish."

"Bloody 'eathen." Anders cursed as he promptly set his feet apart and growled. The rant didn't even miss a beat. "Dun 'e even know wur not listenin'?"

"Probably not. As long as somebody is there, he'll keep going." Seras answered with a chuckle. She glanced up apologetically at his withered expression, her foot gently tapping his shin in a playful yet understanding sort of way. "Sorry. The only way to make him stop is to shock him. Oh, and I mean a big shock though. Not one of those 'pop a balloon' or 'shout loud' kind of surprises but something to make his brain seize for a second. That's how Jimmy kept him quiet."

"Mm. Den 'm in fer 'n hour 'o torture 'nless I c'n surprise 'im?" Anders asked with a displeased frown.

"Sorry but it looks like it." Seras giggled before returning again to her papers. Beside her Anders brooded for a moment, his eyes shifting to glance over at the vampire. In order to escape the torture of the ranting twit, he'd need to shock him. With what though? Yelling wasn't an option, nor was intimidation so... what? He growled in clear frustration. All he had was the vampire and even she-... Wait. The vampire. Noticing his sudden stillness out of the corner of her eye, Seras frowned as she looked up at him. He smiled at her in response though this did not seem to help her nerves. "Alex? Are you alright? You're grinning rather... well madly."

"Mm." Alex purred as his grin widened until his face began to resemble a cat. Immediately she stiffened. "Say weef..."

"I don't like that face. What are you planning?" Seras asked immediately wary of him. He blinked innocently at her through shimmering glasses. "Alex? A-Anderson? I don't think I-"

Her words were cut off by the firm pressing of her lips. She let out a sharp squeak in surprise as Anderson held her firm but kindly by the back of her head, keeping his lips pressed gently on her own. She pulled back to shout at him, to snap and demand the action only to have him lunge again. Taking advantage of her open mouth he slid his tongue past her lips and traced inside of her teeth, exploring almost cheekily at the insides of her mouth. Perhaps it was the shock of it, the sheer confusion that gave her no control yet... her body acted on its own and began to kiss back. Suddenly it was Anderson's turn to be surprised as the snake-like tongue began to battle his own for dominance. He refused to lose.

The kisses began to heat up, her hands digging into his hair as they nipped and growled, occasionally parting for air before lunging again. His hands were tracing her back, pulling her rather firmly onto his lap without so much as a grunt of effort. They traced up her spine, down her sides, and landed rather firmly on her rump as he growled in clear approval. She gave a quiet moan in response, her blushing face looking almost exotic to the riled man. Yet, as their eyes met and they began to close in again on each other, a crashing reality reminded them where they were.

"Oh tra la!" Whiplash gasped as his mouth hung open and a clearly aroused glint hit his eye. "Why... Kitten who thought you were into such showings?"

Immediately upon hearing his voice, the mood shattered faster than it started. Alarmed Alex ripped back from her like she'd caught on fire while Seras leaped off his lap and gasped in absolute horror. Her panicked and embarrassed eyes frantically flying from Alex to Whiplash. Finally they settled on Alex, filled with hurt and humiliation, before she all but ran out the door with her face in her hands. He heard her weak cry as she scrambled around the corner to his room. Their room. He stood moments too late as the heavy door slammed upstairs.

"What did you- Kitten? Kitten?!" Whiplash was about to head for the stairs as well only to have a large hand grab him roughly by the arm. Startled the cop-in-leather glared venomously at the priest, opening his mouth to insult him. To tear him to pieces. Yet the face the larger man wore made the voice leave him and his heart staggered. In a low and steady tone, the priest told him to go home and for once Whiplash didn't disobey. Nobody would disobey a priest who looked like he was going to commit murder.

Upstairs Seras hugged a pillow to her chest, sobbing into it in hopes it would muffle her already pathetic sounding tears. Her legs were tucked into her body, leaned against the corner farthest from the door as if trying to hide from whoever may walk through the door. Over and over she could taste his mouth, his tongue traveling over her in ways that made her tingle. She didn't even remember how she'd gotten on his lap let alone kissing like a pair of teenagers but... in front of Jarred? She knew it was all a ploy just to get Jarred to quit talking yet she never felt so embarrassed. It was amongst her inner angsting that the culprit appeared.

Alex hesitated as he slowly creaked the door open and popped his head inside. From experience he knew he should duck as most women often threw things in their fits of rage. Yet seeing nothing his concern grew, eyes traveling around the room until they landed on the trembling blonde in the corner. Eyes softening he eased himself inside, closing the door with a gentle click

"Eh, Draculina?" Anders spoke up though in truth he wanted to leave. No, he made this mess now he had to fix it. "You alright?"

"...Go away."

Two shaken and hurt word rang through the air and caused guilt to hit him in the chest, knocking a bit of his wind away. His eyes softened at the edges as he stood quietly in the doorway, large hands clenching then releasing as he tried to sort through his inner thoughts. He had done something stupid. He hurt her just when the two of them were getting along. No, he shouldn't care but still... he sighed as he trudged closer and took a seat beside her on the floor. He rested his elbows on his knees and leaned back against the wall, head bumping against it with a heavy 'thump'. Silence dredged between them like heavy ooze, refusing to quite let go long enough for somebody to speak.

"...'m Surry." Anderson whispered softly, his eyes peering high at the ceiling. She didn't respond. "I din mean ta go dat far. Joost... Jost wanted to scare 'im way."

"I know." was the sullen response. "I know why you did. That doesn't make it right though."

"...I n'w." he nodded gravely. She glanced up at the dull eyed priest, her red rimmed eyes searching out his own though he denied it. He kept staring up. "Ta do that wit a heathen... 's unforgivable. Ta make yer weef cry, 's a dirty mates move. Guess 'm lower den even you then, eh Draculina? Fer once, ya got da one up on meh. Congradulations heathen."

The words ended with a rough chuckling, his eyes narrowing as his teeth formed a wide grin. Alarmed Seras flinched away, clutching her blanket tighter as she gazed up in fear at the mad looking priest. Finally he glanced down at her, wild eyes gleaming behind flashing glasses. Frightened she clenched her eyes closed, too scared to look at him now that he looked at her like fresh meat. His clothes rustled, signalling his movement towards her head that she made no move to stop. If she did, it would only make him angrier. Still however, she waited for pain and instead got a gentle pressure atop her skull. It lifted up then pressed down again, almost like a pat on the head. Confused she dared to flick an eye up at his face only to see the madness drained away. Instead a grimly smiling man peered down at her with a sad twinkle in his eye.

"Dun flinch 'way Draculina." He told her gently, his hand coming to rest as he peered down at her. Their eyes locked for a moment before she began to eye the hand on her. Well, tried to. The result must have made a funny face because a low but heartless chuckle escaped him. "See, dis is why weh can't live together well. 'm a paladin, yer a vampire. Wur natural enemies. Yet they stick ye inta da flames like a bloody scapegoat. I ma' be cruel, boot wavin' a sheep 'nfront o' a lion's nose and dere's bound to be consiqunces."

"...but the lion lays down with the lamb though, right?" That made Anders pause as he stared down a the vampire questioningly. She blushed though she kept her eyes on the ground, looking almost shamefully at the floor."I'm pretty sure that's in the bible somewhere. It said 'one day the lion will lay with the lamb'. So, maybe we can get along...too."

"...maybe yer right Draculina. Maybe, joost maybe. Ya might beh right."

A.N.

Sorry for this taking so long. Not really a funny one as much as a 'get closer' one. Also, I know there is a bit of OOC but I can't help it :P

The reason why it took so long is my computer (being a douchenozzle) decided to repeatedly delete the chapter. So, I got half way, it got deleted and I naturally screamed bloody murder. It takes a while to stay motivated if your comp seems to hate every chapter you write. Bloody buggers.

:D

Anyway, here you go! :D Enjoy!