Woo! Another chapter. Its been a while, so, sorry. Please read and review, i'd love to know what you think about this. Sorry for any spelling mistakes,, Idont own helloing or any of the characters from within it. Enjoy!
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Seras watched as Alucard stood and poured an open blood pack into a porcelain bowl, the crimson liquid falling in cascades and swirling as it hit the bottom of the container. He sat casually at the table, his feet propped up on the surface, and his slender frame seated in one of the more throne-like chairs. He drank from the bowl, tipping his head back and letting the liquid pour down his throat, a teardrop of crimson liquid escaping his lips and running down jaw and onto his throat. Seras watched, hunger growing inside her. When he had finished he turned to smile wickedly at his fledgling. Their eyes met and Seras dug her nails into her sheets and fought to keep her self from jumping on her master and lapping up the red nectar that was escaping his lips.
"Hungry, my kitten?" He chuckled softly as Seras shuddered at his use of her old pet name, but nodded anyways. "Not surprised, you lost a lot of blood tonight" He gently motioned to Seras, whose appearance was rather shabby. Brown blood stained her uniform and hair, from her tears and vomit. The chest wound she had received had taken its time to close and so it had allowed blood to pump its way to the surface and stain the top of her dress. The sheets beneath her had absorbed horrific amounts of red liquid, and she sure that she would have most certainly have ruined the mattress that lay beneath them. Seras would have blushed, if she had the blood to spare. No doubt the entire ensemble would have to be replaced, and she knew that wouldn't be cheep. If she had been paid a salary, it would have taken a serious beating. She watched as her master wiped away the escaped blood from his chin and refilled the bowl with blood picking up a spoon as well, rolling the cutlery between his slender fingers. He came and sat on the bed by her side, filled the spoon, and held the food out to her.
"Master, I can eat perfectly well on my own." She protested, I am not an invalid! She thought
"No, you can't. Look at your hands, police girl, they're shaking terribly. I doubt you could even hold the spoon without spilling half of what it contained, never mind the trouble you'd have with the bowl." His tone was friendly but carried an air of exasperation with it as well. Seras pouted in childish displeasure but allowed her master to help her to eat, without any further objection.
When the last drops of the liquid had been drained he placed the bowl on her bedside table, a spindly little thing that looked so flimsy that it may collapse if even the slightest stress was put upon it. It was of a French design with curving legs, painted white, and a perfectly circular glass top. Seras had managed to acquire the item whilst on a mission, her master had been confused with by her want to bring the piece of furniture home, but it had reminded Seras of the one she had owned as human, whilst she was still an official police girl. Sir Integra hadn't cared when she had brought it home, and had allowed the little vampire had spend her free time repainting and replacing parts of the table that had become damaged. It had made her feel more at home, I her room, and had even improved her mood on particularly trying days. Sir Integra figured it was better Seras spent her energy on more docile tasks than having her mope around or tormenting the soldiers as Alucard so often did.
"You should rest now," He suggested "the sun is beginning to rise and you will need your energy now more than ever." Seras nodded meekly, and tried to shift into a more comfortable sleeping position, only to find that blood she had lost had dried into her clothes and sheets, sticking her in place.
"Ewww, gross" She murmured, slowly peeling herself off of the ruined overlay. Her clothing and hair were matted and her bed was ruined. Great. She shook her head and stalked over to her wardrobe, first on the agenda was a shower and a change of clothes. Ignoring her mild headache Seras began rummaging through the small options of clothes that she had. Eventually deciding on ebony coloured nightie and some simple underwear Seras began the search for a towel. The garment was fairly thick and went down to he knees, but it hung nicely and was suitably modest that she didn't feel embarrassed about owning such a thing.
Her Master had returned to his seat at the table and was busy turning his coat, hat and glasses into shadows, which disappeared into the corners of the room, before turning back to his fledgling. He had noticed the abominable state of her coffin and had made a decision.
"Police girl, you shall sleep in my coffin till yours is adequately refurbished" Seras stopped and stiffened, and suddenly she felt very exposed. Her mind raced with all the possible implications of such an offer. Was her master really inviting her to share his coffin? Did that mean something more, or was he merely being considerate? She was thankful that her mind barrier had returned or her master may have heard some rather private thoughts she wasn't too keen for him to know, like how that sentence filled her with both immeasurable apprehension and pleasure. Or how she had been waiting for him to speak such words to her for longer than she cared to acknowledge. Unable to form a response, however, she merely stared at him eyes wide looking awfully surprised and a little scared.
"I won't be joining you, if you were worried about having to sleep next to me…" he continued, Seras blushed profusely and bowed her head in thanks. Had he somehow been able to read her thoughts? She chided herself internally, it was perfectly possible he knew what she was thinking, and he was her master after all. He himself had even stated that she couldn't keep him out if he chose to enter her mind. But she hadn't felt him try this time, perhaps he hadn't. "…I will be sleeping in my throne instead, keeping watch" his tone carried a slight, but sudden irritation.
"Keeping watch…?" She asked, wondering why he would do such a thing, and why he was suddenly so angry. She was thankful of his offer, and wanted him to know how much she appreciated it. Without his coffin she didn't know of anywhere else that was both safe and clean for her to sleep in. Where else was there? The cold, stone, floor? That was just as much out of the question as her grubby bed was; she still wanted dignity when she woke up. Seras wondered for a moment what her master's bed would actually be like. She had entered the room before, but only once. It had been extremely dark and, even as vampire, all she had been able to see was a large wooden chair that Alucard and the rest of the Hellsing household had taken to calling his 'throne'. Seras Had thought it an over glorification for such a piece of furniture, but she wasn't about to bruise his ego without good reason.
"I'll be keeping watch in-case your condition worsens, again" The elder vampire spoke again diverting his fledgling's attention back to him. He held up a second vial, similar to the one that had stuck into her chest, only this one was filled with a dark crimson liquid. Seras presumed that to be more of the super adrenaline, and noted how it reminded her of raspberry jam. "I'll wait for you to shower and change here" He grumbled, turning his face to the wall, clearly finished speaking. Seras, rolling her eyes at her master's strange behaviour, made her way towards the door of her room intent on scrubbing the grime of the night off of her person.