The Seldom Seen
AN:I'm baaaack on this story for a sec. :D What Could Have Been will update as soon as I finish getting the words to flow right.
Blame Lithi, she made this comment, and... Hee, you'll see. Spur of the moment chapter because I wanted this scene so bad, but it wouldn't come soon enough in WCHB. Woo! Gratuity!
22: Pet The Kitty
Walter C. Dornez had seen many things in his life time, unspeakable horrors, indescribable evils, but this… this made him uncomfortable in a whole new way. The elderly butler's cheeks flushed and he coughed delicately into his fist as he stood in the doorway to Alucard's chambers. 'Oh my.'
Seras Victoria, the innocent little blonde who had been taken in by Hellsing's trump card, was there, curled up like a cat in her Master's lap while his gloved hand ran through her hair over and over. In Alucard's other hand was his trademark glass of bloodwine, swirled indolently and sipped at negligently, with an entirely too smug smirk on his pale face. "Did you need something Walter?" That deep baritone voice of his slithered across the cavernous hall to the mortal's ears like honey soaked sin. Walter shivered minutely before stepping further into the vampire's dimly lit quarters with a carefully bland expression on his aged face. "Yes, Alucard, Sir Integra requested your presence at once."
"Did she now? How interesting." The red clad nosferatu purred, never ceasing the rhythmic back and forth of his petting to the fledgling's head. Walter's brows arched minutely at that, and he felt compelled to approach closer still, "Yes, quite. Do you intend on keeping her waiting?" He couldn't help but query, unsure how to deal with Alucard in such a mood. He'd read the reports of course, and knew from the one previous experience how their chained monster acted when he had a fledgling. Unfortunately… The Butler allowed that thought to trail off into nothing, and forcibly kept himself from recalling the stories of the No Life King's three 'brides' in that dreadful castle.
"Perhaps. Did she also request my fledgling's company?" Alucard's words jarred the human from his thoughts, though the tone remained as carefully neutral as the Butler's presence, and Walter scrutinized the copper eyed male warily. "No, she did not."
"A pity." The stroking never ceased, and Walter's still-sharp ears finally caught the pleased whisper-rumble of the girl's purring. Forcing himself to not react visibly, he felt a tad embarrassed about interrupting such a private moment, but it couldn't be helped. The faint flush remaining on his cheeks deepened further when Seras' lashes fluttered languidly to eye him from the scant distance separating them, a blissful lilt to her usual smile. "'lo Walter." She murmured, leaning up into the petting with a sigh, "d'cha need summat?"
"Just a word with your Master, Miss Victoria." Walter answered in his usual neutral tones.
"M'kay." The girl yawned and tucked her face back into her crossed arms, blue orbs hidden once more by the veil of her lashes. Alucard made no move to get up, and still his hand moved in that hypnotic back and forth across the former human's blonde locks.
Walter was seconds from saying something when the door slammed open and an irate Hellsing Heiress stormed into the room, "Alucard!"
In response, the red clad menace set down his glass with a nearly inaudible clink and raised a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, "Shh, you'll wake her."
The sheer gall he had to hush Sir Integra had her face boiling red with anger, her ever present cigar billowing like a smoke stack, and her glacial blue eyes zeroing in on the girl in her pet vampire's lap. Nearly apoplectic with rage, she stalked closer with a hand falling to her holster. Walter knew she was seconds from firing a round into Alucard's head, and he wondered what would happen beyond that point.
Seras stirred, a frown tugging her lips down as she shifted and burrowed closer to the soothing warmth of her Master's abdomen, one arm uncurling to wrap loosely around his waist. With a pleased sigh, and a renewed purr, she settled back into place, her long legs tucked gracefully against the side of the throne like chair they occupied. The too-pleased smirk pulled Alucard's lips back in a show of fang, his shushing finger lowered to slide beneath his fledgling's chin and tilt her head up more into his continuous petting. "She's sleeping." He cooed, that same honeyed poison dripping from his lips to their ears as he gazed at the girl's face for a moment before lifting his carmine orbs back to the mortals trespassing in his domain. A chill went down Walter's spine and he sensed Sir Integra felt it as well.
Silence fell between them for long moments, punctuated by the the growing ash ready to fall from Integra's cigar, until finally she spat a foul epithet at the smirking creature before her and stormed away. Walter followed dutifully in her wake, closing the heavy wooden door behind him with a last glance at their tamed vampires; Alucard's eyes glowed like hellfire, and a rather manic grin split his face as he watched their retreat. And still he continued to pet the girl's hair.
"Poor Miss Victoria, you have no idea what you're in for, do you?" He murmured sympathetically before turning away and allowing the barrier to close behind him, leaving the vampires to themselves for the night.