The Seldom Seen
AN:I freely admit that this is mostly fluff that poppedinto my head when I couldn't sleep. I did look it over, but not as thoroughly as the first chapter, so forgive me if there are any werid tenses or typos.
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02: Drawn To You
Seras Victoria hummed tunelessly to herself as she took off her jacket and hung it over the back of her chair, grabbing a rag from the table and shoving her arm inside her precious harkonnen to polish the cannon to finish her boredom induced cleaning routine. Gradually, her humming changed; taking on a rhythm and melody all its own. Finished with the task, she reassembled the massive gun and placed it out of tripping range against the wall near her wardrobe. The blonde glanced around her spotless room and frowned, fingers curling into loose fists at her sides as she began to pace.
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth…
…And then she was leaving the room, feet carrying her off with a mind of their own. Her humming grew louder and louder in her ears until she realized with some shock that it wasn't just in her head. Standing outside the door to her Master's chambers, Seras cracked the door open to look inside for the source of the music.
There sat her Master at a grand looking piano, fingers flying across the keys in a haunting melody. The fledgling inched her way inside, gently closing the door behind her so as not to make a sound, and padded closer on bare feet; inexplicably drawn to her Sire by the tune that had reached down the many hallways and rooms between them into her mind.
Seeing no other chairs except for his throne like one by the end table, and feeling that perching there uninvited would be too bold, the blonde knelt on the floor by the piano bench and shifted into a more comfortable position with her back resting between the stout legs supporting the padded seat and her Master. Leaning her head back and folding her legs Indian style, - 'criss cross applesauce' floats in her head out of the blue - closed her eyes and just listend to the music.
'Police Girl.' Alucard's voice whispered, curling around her thoughts in acknowledgement of her presence.
'Master.' Seras hummed in reply, craning her head back further still until her blonde locks are crumpled into the plush covered bench and brushing lightly against her Master's left hip.
The pair stayed like that for long moments, the ancient male tickling the ivories and his fledgling basking in the instrument guided pocket of serenity. Alucard's hands stilled finally and silence filled the cavernous room. Seras cracked an eye open to gaze at her Sire enquiringly, to which he reached down and hooked his fingers in the back of her plain white tee, yanking the girl onto the bench beside him. "You play, Police Girl."
The buxom blonde looked down at the keys and shifted awkwardly, "I don't know how, Master. The orphanage didn't have extra money for instruments…" She trailed off, frowning a little, "I always wanted to learn, though." She whispered to her self, index finger lightly tapping one of the white keys between the two black keys.
"That note is called a D, the one to the right is an E and the one to the left is a C." Alucard informed blithely, settling back to watch his Childe explore the piano.
"What about this one, Sir?" Seras asked, tapping the first black key in the set of three to her right.
"An F sharp, also known as a G flat, Police Girl."
She smiled and played the C, D, E, and Fsharp one at a time, before frowning and playing it over, but changing the Fsharp to the white key next to it. There, that sounded a bit better, she thought, adding the other white key to it's right.
Alucard's gloved hand reached out and she flinched slightly, thinking he would reprimand her for playing badly, only to watch raptly as his fingers tap out a simple melody. Trying it herself, she frowned and glared suspiciously at the keys when it sounded wrong. Tapping it out a second time, slower, her Sire's hand captured hers and moved the errant finger to the appropriate key to complete the tune correctly.
Feeling a little braver, the blonde set both hands on the keys and began to play around with it, sneaking glances every now and then at her Master to check his reaction to her clumsy attempts at music.
A hand rested on the top of her head and ruffled her blonde locks lightly, sending a delicate shiver through her small frame. Humming in the back of her throat, happy with the secretly coveted attentions of her Master, the girl leaned into the touch.
"I didn't know you could play the piano, Master." Seras murmured, curiosity driving her to break the silence.
"There's a lot of things about me you don't know, Police Girl." Wicked amusement filled his tone, fingers tightening their grip on her skull warningly.
"Yes Sir, sorry, Sir." The fledgling replied, dropping her gaze back to her feet. He didn't want her asking, apparently.
He made a sound in the back of his throat, somewhere between a tsk and a growl, and stood. "The Victorian age was known for its love of music." Was all he offered as an explanation, stalking over towards his throne-chair and draping his long body across it negligently, legs thrown over the arm rests. "So, Police Girl, what prompted this visit?" He questioned, yellow sunglasses appearing in his hand and twirled by the ear piece in mid air. 'Such a distant little fledgling I have.' His voice mocked in her head.
"I…" She trailed off, looking away, "I don't know. The music I guess, Sir." His other words confused her, didn't he want her to stay away? He never showed any interest in her company outside of the occasional training and missions anyways.
"Mmm." Her Sire hummed noncommittally, crimson gaze raking over her form. "Unrestrained by mortality, we have countless years to devote to our studies, isn't that right, Police Girl? The piano seems to agree with you." Sliding the glasses part way up his nose, his free hand reaches out for the ever full glass ofbloodwine and lifts it to his lips. 'Is it so terrble a thing, Police Girl, to be in my presence?'
She stared at him, mouth gaping slightly, before she smiled and ducked her head, "No, my Master, not like this." Swiveling in her seat to face the piano once more, the fledgling began to play again, experimenting with different note combinations and even the three pedals at her feet.
She couldn't quite explain it, she was just drawn to him during the lull in missions, drawn to him and the piano she had never seen here before during her brief visits to report that Sir Integra or Walter requested his presence. It felt… nice.