The Seldom Seen

AN:Weeelp... here it is. XD Part three. It didn't go the way I'd originally planned, but I hope you'll like it. :]

I have a very special little chapter planned for tomorrow! So even the non american readers can be thankful I updated. :P
See you theeeeen. *heartsymbol*

15: Departure (p3)

Seras purred quietly as her Master petted along her side, they were still sharing the front seat and she found herself strangely addicted to sitting in his lap. Nestling her cheek on her Sire's shoulder, she lazed against him with her eyes closed and blocking out the bubbling auras of the others around them. Their discontent tasted like sour milk in the air.

But for the lord's sake, even her Master didn't target children and he would commit atrocity after atrocity just for the fun of it! She felt a faint flicker of amusement tickling her senses from her eavesdropping Master.

'Police Girl… have you ever read Dracula?' He purred into her head, and she blinked, confused. 'Nooo…' It had never really appealed to her, too long winded and dry.

She could feel his smirk as he patted her head condescendingly as though saying it was nothing. Grumbling silently to herself over her Master's mercurial nature, she shifted her position slightly to rest her cheek on her hand. Minutes passed and she slowly began inching her fingers towards her Sire's hair, waning to feel it against her skin and confirm if it was as soft as it looked. Catching sight of the dried blood on her sleeve made her grimace a bit, she hated trying to get bloodstains out, and it made her clothes feel crunchy. Shrugging it off to deal with later – they were almost back to the base – she obeyed temptation and gently tangled her fingers in the ink black locks at the back of his neck, lightly scraping her fingers along his scalp as she indulged her whim to pet him in return. His hair felt glorious, like liquid silk. Mmmm…

She felt him shiver in response and his fingers spread wide across her hip. The little fledgling lost herself easily in his presence and was surprised when the car began to slow and eased into park at the facility's garage.

The two Hellsing vampires made their way to their shared room, uncaring of the rebellious mutterings and black swearing behind their backs. If even Seras, a still relatively new fledgling in vampire terms, could slaughter them without a scratch… why worry? Not to mention her Master could kill them all in the blink of an eye. Smugly assured of this, the Police Girl decided to try showering with her clothes on to get her uniform blood free again. It worked to an extent and she hung them to dry over the curtain rod. But now… She had no replacement clothes, she'd have to rely on the towels. Damnit.

Wrapping herself in three towels; one around her head, another around her abdomen, and the third for her rather generous amounts of breast, she entered the main room in time to catch the tail end of her Master's report to his master. "…experiment was a failure, my Master. They follow the outline of the orders and claim the prey for their own gluttony. The Americans used inferior stock, and I recommend termination of the project to start fresh." Faintly Seras heard Integra's reply, but the words were muffled beyond comprehension. "Yes, my Master. I await your orders with pleasure." He hung up the phone and she was reminded eerily of the time in that hotel…

"What did Sir Integra say?" Seras asked, rubbing the towel around her hair to dry the sun bright locks. "She will confer with the Americans and relay our report. We are to wait for our next orders before doing anything, Police Girl."

"Oh. Is Sir Integra mad at me?"

"No, she liked this mission no more than I, and you acted in the preservation of human life."

A mischievous spark glinted in her eye as she peered up at her Sire, "Does Sir Integra know you killed one before I did?"

He chuckled and an answering smirk quirked his lips, "Details, Police Girl, details."

Seras shook her head and tossed her hair towel negligently towards the bathroom, flopping down on the bed and immediately wrapping herself up in a blanket cocoon to preserve what remained of her modesty around her Master. His smirk widened as he sat down on the opposite edge of the bed and propped his booted feet up on the mattress. She crinkled her nose, "Master, it's not nice to put shoes on the bed."

He ignored her and braced his back against the headboard, reaching for the remote casually. Blowing a puff of air at her bangs irritably, she rolled so her back was to him and hogged the available pillows to try and get some shut eye. Which was damn near impossible when her mind kept repeating the fact that she was essentially naked in the same bed as her Master.

Speaking of her Master… she noticed he seemed to be taking a more laid back role in their missions lately, content to watch her darkness unfold and step in only when necessary or bored. Ever since that incident in Rio, they'd been forced to wait for the Nazis next move, which seemed to be taking millennia… heh. Too much idle time left her to over think things, apparently.

'Sleep, Police Girl, your mind is noisier than the movie I'm watching.' Alucard's mind-voice teased and she felt a tug of power in those words. More high handed tactics… but she did appreciate the break from her thoughts as darkness swallowed her whole. Yes, my Master.

The phone was ringing.

Whimpering pitifully, Seras buried her face into her pillow. The pillow wasn't nearly as soft as she remembered, though…

The ringing stopped.

She sighed and sank deeper into the drowsy world of half awareness, pleased someone else got the phone. …The thought bothered her vaguely, but she swatted it away.

The sound of laughter jolted her into awareness like a shot from a gun and she shrieked in shock. Her Master laughed even harder at her reaction and she glared at him, then her eyes widened in horror as she realized her position. "MASTER!" Somehow – and she had a sneaking suspicion he was the 'how' – she had unwrapped herself from her blanket cocoon to throw her legs across his and snuggle back into his side like yesterday. Thankfully she still wore her towels… Flushing so deeply it reached the tops of her breasts, she scrambled hastily to the bathroom to put on her clothes, damnit. His mocking laughter followed her and she slammed the door in childish retaliation.

"That is excellent news my Master." She hard him through the door, and, curious, she pressed her ear to the wood to catch the words more clearly. "Ahh… you know how I despise weakness. It shall be done, my Master." He paused, and her brows raised to her hairline at the grudging tone in his next reply, "Ruin my fun… all right, I shall leave the building intact." She snickered, her Master's love for collateral damage was well known. "If the Americans must try again, my Master, advise them to use less degenerate bloodlines." He sounded rather cold, and it sent a shiver down her spine, so she turned to her clothes and breathed a sigh of relief that they were mostly dry. Well, a little dampness never hurt anyone. Squirming into her slacks – she hated slacks – and shirt, she glanced down at the nearly see through material and grimaced. Throwing the jacket on overtop of it, she shivered slightly, wishing it was drier but not willing to continue going about in just a pair of towels.

Emerging from the bathroom at last, Seras blinked as she noticed her Master wasn't even in the room. 'Master? Where are you?'

'Busy working, Police Girl. Stay in the room, I'll be done shortly.' His maniacal laughter followed suit and sent a new shiver down her spine. Working? The smell of blood in the air clued her in pretty quickly.

Putting two and two together, Seras surmised that the Americans gave consent, if not approval, of their first batch of 'reformees' to be exterminated to start from scratch. Serves them right, the child targeting assholes.

Just then the door burst down and a crazed looking wanna-be-pire lunged at her with a howl, "If I'm going down, I'm taking you with me, you traitorous bitch!" Unfortunately, Seras' reaction time was slowed by not eating for the past two nights, and the other female sunk her teeth into Seras' arm as she raised it in a block. Yelping, she struck out with her foot as she fell off balance and sent the other blonde flying up into the ceiling with a sickening crack. Rolling to her feet faster than thought, Seras bared her teeth in a snarl and caught the falling body by the face in a move her Master used on her during a 'training session' and swung her into the floor. She should have learned from what she'd done, because the otherpire had bitten her as well. "Stupid bitch, if you'd controlled your bloody appetite and just behaved for the inspection you could've lived longer." Kicking the female in the chest a second time, she grinned viciously as she felt bone shattering. Her blue eyes burned hellfire red and she stalked closer to her helpless prey with a leer, "Something about you just rubs me the wrong way… I think I'll return the favor." Raking her claws up the woman's legs from ankle to thigh, she giggled.

The sound of screams filled her ears, like music, and she sniffed her blood soaked claws before crinkling her nose, "Your blood smells terrible." Kicking her again in retaliation for this fact, Seras rolled the flailing creature onto her stomach and wrenched her right arm back, dislocating it easily. The supposedly tamed vampire fainted and Seras frowned. "That's no fun…"

"Police Girl." Her Master's voice crooned from the doorway, "playing with your food?"

"No Master." Seras sing-songed in response, repeating her move from last night by kicking the woman onto her back and sending her boot through the other's rib cage to crush her heart, "I'm done with her."

His chuckles resonated in her very bones and warm gloved hands slid over her shoulders to pin her against his chest, "Police Girl, I love to see you kill." Nuzzling her neck affectionately, her Master slid one hand down to cup her breast and she found she didn't really mind. It felt kind of good.

"Master, my Master." Seras purred, leaning back into his solidness.

"We're done here, Police Girl, we'll pick up your coffin on our way out and take the van to the air port. Sir Integra has arranged for a private jet back to Hellsing."

Seras shuddered, "I don't like the coffin, master… cramped spaces bother me." She admitted, looking away, embarrassed.

Alucard sighed, and pulled her tighter to himself, "We'll work on that later, Police Girl. As a vampire, you need to sleep in a coffin, your little 'four poster coffin' won't always be available. This once I will allow you to fly with me because you have pleased me with your darkness."

"Thank you, Master."

The trip seemed to pass in seconds, and they were settled into seats across from each other. Seras stared out the window, watching the scenery from this new angle with fascination. She felt vaguely ill from being in the air like this, but pushed the feeling away to focus on the night scene beneath her.

The instant they crossed over the ocean her energy levels dropped to nothing and she shuddered, collapsing in a boneless heap in her cushy seat.

Her Sire chuckled and stood up, scooping her limp form into his arms to settle her across his lap and prop his feet up on her chair. "I warned you, Police Girl, such travel is not meant for one so young." She couldn't find it in herself to respond, though she managed a purr as he began petting her hair.

She drifted like that for a while before the pull of the ocean sucked her into darkness and she knew no more, asleep in her Sire's lap.