Blood, Sex, and Rock-n-Roll
The afternoon crawled by, silent as the grave until one disheveled blonde stumbled down the hallway of their rather extravagant tour bus to the kitchenette where she flicked the switch for the generator and plugged in the coffee maker, rummaging in the cupboards for a box of cereal and a clean bowl and spoon. Settling in at the table with her breakfast, she crunched noisily on the sugary disaster known as Count Chocula. She couldn't help but snort a laugh over the ridiculousness of eating such a thing as she slid her glasses higher up her nose.
A few minutes later, cereal finished and put away, Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was nursing her second cup of coffee when the other blonde crawled out to the kitchen in mismatched pj's, flailing and moaning dramatically as she made a show of pretending to be near death before opening the fridge and rummaging in the crisper drawers for her favorite type of blood – O Negative.
"Ahhh… Life." Seras moaned happily as she finished the crimson liquid and tossed the plastic into the secondary trash (marked medical waste, with a biohazard symbol painted on the side) under the sink. "I miss coffee." She grumbled, eyeing Integra enviously.
"Such a shame, isn't it?" The slightly elder blonde murmured, a half smirk on her lips as she peered over the rim of her cup at the fledgling. Seras made a face at her, and flopped down on the other side of the table to wait for the others to awaken.
"I don't get it though," she continued after a moment, her short attention span kicking in, "I can drink alcohol, and fruit juice, but if I go anywhere near coffee, or, gods forbid, chocolate, I get all woozy and have to puke it right back up. So not fun."
"You can't get high, either." Integra chimed in mildly, taking an exaggerated swallow of her caffiene to tease the girl.
"Pff, don't get me started on that or I might just have to bite you and see if I can get that caffeine from your bloodstream." Seras Victoria threatened half heartedly, snapping her teeth with a faint grin tugging her pale lips.
"Just try it, vampire." Integra shot back mockingly, glasses gleaming from the light overhead.
"Oh my, am I interrupting something?" A deep voice crooned, and both women shivered mildly as his darkness caressed their senses. Alucard (and Walter in his shadow) made his way to the fridge to retrieve his own blood ration, tossing a challenging look over his shoulder as he snagged the last O Negative, and the younger ravenette rolled his amethyst eyes and snatched up a B Positive instead.
Breakfast with vampires was ever about power struggles.
"Right, well, we've got three hours still before we need to head backstage." Walter announced when the tense air settled, Alucard, as always, keeping his place as top dog. The females hummed and nodded, standing together and walking up the stairs to the studio section of their home-on-wheels.
Integra and Walter were busy conferring about tempos and modulations for each song, while Alucard fiddled with his guitar, running his elegant fingers up the strings to check for any wear and tear that might make them snap on stage.
Seras lolled indolently in her chair, in a manner much too similar to the statuesque raven haired male that was the leader of their band, her blue eyes gleamed beneath her lashes and she crooned with a wicked curl to her lips, "Hey, Mister Sexpants, send some of that love my way." Her lashes fluttered coquettishly as she crooked her finger at the drink of tall, dark, and handsome in the black leather pants now polishing the wicked ax to a rust red shine that would put fresh blood to shame.
Mister Sexpants laughed and strutted obligingly over to the back up singer/guitarist, giving her a smoldering look under his sooty lashes as he carefully placed the prepped instrument in her arms. "If you scratch her, no sex for a week." He warned, and she grinned cheekily up at him, hugging the bass close until the neck was nestled between her breasts and she moaned rather suggestively, wriggling her hips as she rubbed her cheek on the back of the head, even going so far as to run her tongue provocatively around one of the knobs, sucking the silver oval into her mouth.
"And she used to be so innocent, too." Walter sighed dramatically behind them, shaking his head disapprovingly. Seras shot him a look and rolled her eyes, gathering herself to rise and prance about the pseudo stage, fingers stroking the air above the strings as she pretended to rock out to nonexistent tunes.
Integra snorted back her laughter, and shook her head as well. "Enough, Seras. We need to get dressed."
"Yes ma'am."
Seras gave a cheeky salute, handed off the guitar to her Master – who was already ready – and bounced off down the stairs, the gem of her short shorts teasing the male half of the band with glimpses of pale flesh above the tops of her thighs, her kitty printed tank top doing absolutely nothing to contain the jiggle of her more than generous bust as gravity took its toll.
The only human member of this train wreck of popularity rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging her lips as she followed at a more sedate pace. "Vampires."