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The Green Lady	By : RaggedyNib Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 6457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9 – The Date

A smack to her rump brought her out of the foggy sleep. Alucard was waiting impatiently at her bedside and dressed to the nines in a black leisure suit. Before she could snap off some angry retort about personal boundaries, he threw a dark wad of fabric into her lap.

The dress was at least tasteful, if a tad short after she had unfurled it for inspection. A pair of strappy heels was dangling from his fingers.

"Nice shoes. You've certainly got the legs for them."

"Funny. Get up," he ordered with a maniacal grin. Seras obediently rose to her feet, tangling a hand in her serious case of bed-head to try and tease out a few knots manually.

"We're going out for drinks. Like a normal couple, yes?" He motioned her over, pointing to the undone length of red silk hanging from his shirt collar. "If you please, Police Girl." Again, she followed his instruction with a few easy twists and tugs. A perfectly professional tie was the result of her short work.

"You're more than adequate at this. Who's taught you how to do a man's tie?" he scowled in suspicion.

"My father taught me. He'd let me do his tie every morning before he left for patrol. I had to do mine every morning after I got into the force."

"So your choice was influenced by your father? I had no idea," he said airily.

"You've never asked, sir."

They were tucked into a cozy nook in some dimly lit bar soon enough. The walk had been a brisk, quiet journey from the train station as the new sights had absorbed her so much she kept her eyes off the streets and to the skyline of Belgrade. Alucard had kept her on course with a heavy hand on the small of her back.

The place was busy, but the corner booth behind a partition provided some privacy for them. Alucard ordered the drinks that were speedily brought to their table. A few minutes passed in silence before he shifted, setting down his glass beside her martini.

"Questions. Since you are about to become my lawfully wedded wife and I your husband, there should be no secrets between us."

"Alright, you first." She tilted the glass back to her mouth, nearly gagging at the fruitiness of the cocktail.

"What is your color of choice?"

Seras threw her head back in a genuine laugh, the sound bubbling to her lips unbidden. A few heads turned at the sound.

"Blue. My turn. How do you know Noor?"

"Ah, do I sense some jealousy from you, little Seras?" he crowed, a swift kick from under the table only widening his delighted grin. That ego of his could swell to enormous proportions if a person wasn't careful of how they phrased their words around him.

"She was the chattel of the sultanate, confined to the harem as an odalisque to one of the concubines. We were well acquainted by the time I was released from the palace."

"Released?" she prodded, knowing well enough what exactly had gone on in her master's younger years by way of historical accounts and legend. It was still thrilling to hear it from the source itself.

"I was held as a political hostage. My father traded my younger brother and myself to the Turks as a sign of obedience, forsaking the oath he took as one of the Order."

"The Order?"

"Ordinul Dragonului," he rasped out in his native tongue.

"Order of the Dragon." Seras caught on to the translation easy enough.

"Noblemen who swore an oath to defend Christendom from those who would challenge the authority of Christ," he explained.

"Radu was quick to give into persuasion. He was converted to Islam and became a commander of the Janissaries. For years the sultans had taken noble's sons from the Balkans into their elite guard as a way of control, but they failed in recruiting me into that rabble. I was beaten systematically for my outspoken nature during my time in the palace. The Sultan Murad used me after he grew tired of Radu. Apparently, he favored the boys who put up a struggle."

Seras blinked, but soon understanding dawned. "You mean the sultan…?"

"Sodomized me regularly. I was eleven when he first took me. The pleasure I reaped from desecrating his remains was substantial." He gave her a sharp-toothed grin.

Seras wasn't quite sure how to best respond to that, her mind full of wild confusion and pity for the abused youth her master had been. She drew in a lungful of air before changing the subject to something less disturbing. "What about Gavrail? Noor made him?"

"During the war. He was cornered into some shithole in Stalingrad during the Nazi siege. She turned him before he succumbed to his wounds. Now I get to ask you not one but five consecutive questions. Your middle name?"

"Elizabeth." The server came back with eagerly awaited fresh drinks; Seras knocked back another martini to brace herself for the next round of questioning. It was nerve-wracking to have Alucard pry after so many years of disinterest.

"The first thing that came to your mind when you first laid eyes on me?"

"Holy Lord, I'm going to die." She batted her lashes, faking a dramatic expression for his amusement.

"Be serious," he snorted.

Seras paused, her mouth halfway open before she found the right words. "Save me."

"How did you feel towards Bernadotte?"

"I loved him," she answered frankly, another swig of the frilly drink slithering down her throat. She was on the second one. No, the third! Everything was starting to run together.

"Did you mourn Integra's passing?"

"Yes…and no," she stumbled awkwardly on the answer.

"Elaborate."

"She was my commander. Of course I mourned her. But I had the nerve to be glad she was gone," Seras muttered, fixing him with a direct, steady gaze.

"That's enough." He held his hand up, signaling a stop to the flow of drinks and the questions. The same hand dived beneath the table to rustle into his coat pocket.

"I had the servants pick it out and send it along before we left. Just a trinket." He shrugged offhandedly, pushing a jeweler's box across the scuffed tabletop. If Seras had a heartbeat, it would be rolling to a shuddering stop. She popped open the lid and laid her boggling eyes on the prize within.

In it was the most elaborate ring she'd ever laid eyes on. A sparkling, pear-shaped diamond rested in a platinum setting flanked by braces of sapphires.

Alucard was smirking at her dumbfounded expression when she gathered her wits enough to raise her head. He plucked the ring from the bed of velvet and slid it easily onto her slim finger. A perfect fit.

"I've guessed right on your preferred color, it seems."
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