Dear Dr. Paws
AN: Gargle frrr gnarf mew.
Last planned chapter for now. At least for this story. XD
Jubalii and I have a very unofficial little 'quid quo pro' going for updates. Staring tomorrowish. So to be fair, Dr. Paws will start with the same number of chapters as her story.
Dear Dr. Paws;
Thank you for keeping up correspondence with me, I appreciate it a lot. Things have settled down more, though Seras still hasn't grown an inch. Maybe she's a dwarf? Alucard and Pip appear to mutually hate each other, but they get along for Seras' sake. My odd little pet family, thankfully, has not added a bird or a mouse, or other creatures like I half feared.
I was wondering, though, is it normal for rabbits to suck the juice out of their food rather than eat it? Pip does that, and leaves behind leathery husks of skin that we add to our compost heap for the garden.
Yours Sincerely, Integra Hellsing.
Seras stirred fitfully in her sleep, paws twitching. A puff of air in her ear woke her, and she glared sleepily at the culprit; Integra. The girl was still vacationing in Slumber Land, so the kitten grumbled silently to herself and hopped off the bed to seek some attention from her Master.
'Why not come spend some time with me, Mignonette?' Pip crooned from his cage, cocking his ears in the way he knew she liked. Fortunately – or not, she wasn't quite sure, yet – Pip was no where near as adept at tapping into his unearthly powers to perform escape artist feats of phasing through his cage or creating miniature portals. Master told her it was because she was still a fledgling herself that hers was not progressing as swiftly. And that he's a herbivore. She rolled her eyes slightly as she thought of the disdain the two shared for each other.
"Later." She told him with a sniff. She wanted to see her Master, not her belligerent bunnicula. Turning from the cage at the foot of Integra's bed, she peered around curiously to find the room empty. Odd.
Trotting downstairs, she found him half asleep in the living room, watching old horror movies on near nonexistent volume to not wake the humans. She snickered, whiskers quivering as she realized he was watching black and white one with a vampire count.
Making herself at home against his chest, the little kitten fell back into an easy slumber instantly.
Integra woke briefly when she heard scratching noises, peering around and crawling to the foot of her bed to observe Pip attempting to dig his way out of his cage. Frowning, she shook a few pellet treats into his bowl through the side, double checking the latch with an experimental tug before flopping back down to place her pillow over her ears to block out the noise.
Stupid rabbit.
Integra placed her pencil down on her desk, double checked her answers, then stuffed her finished work into her binder to protect it from unwanted teeth or claws. Standing, she made her way to the window to watch her pets in the yard. Seras and Pip appeared to be playing a game of tag or some such while the lazy lout known as Alucard was dozing in a patch of shade.
It was time for a walk.
Grabbing the leash, she made her way downstairs and trotted to the edge of the porch, whistling sharply to summon her ebony hound. He stood at once and maneuvered easily around the rough housing pair to stand obediently at her side. Patting his head approvingly, she clipped the leash in place and snapped her fingers. "Walkies, Seras!"
The kitten abandoned her wrestling match to leap through the grass and pounce fluidly up onto Alucard's broad back. Not to be left out, Pip hopped furiously after until he crouched at the black monster's feet like a supplicant before his lord.
It was very odd, but she was used to odd things when it came to her pets.
Tugging the leash lightly, she began their walk, going at a relatively slow pace so that Pip could keep up.
Unbeknownst to the innocent blonde girl, a pair of hateful brown eyes watched the quartet go by, lingering on the form of the still ridiculously small golden tabby. The watcher's lip curled and his fists clenched as he stalked them, tracking them down from start to finish to make sure he had the right address. If they wouldn't give him his money, he'd take his damned cat back, and sell her off to the highest bidder for sheer spite.
AN: DUN DUN DUNNN..!
Zomigawd, what's gonna happen? I MUST KNOW! ...Oh, wait, I do. Hah!