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Mannequin	By : SweetKitten Category: Hellsing > General Views: 2334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own HellsinG, nor do I pretend to. All characters and affiliations belong correctly and legally to Mr. Kouta Hirano. I'm just using them for a fan powered work of fiction. No profit is made - this is purely from my mind.

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Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was sitting at her desk; case files spread open before her. Her white blonde hair fell around her like a curtain, only letting the smoke from her cigarillo through the pristine strands. She had felt him as he entered, even though he had not spoken a word.

   “Report.”

   “Master,” Alucard bowed to the Hellsing. “Seras Victoria is guilty of carelessness and endangering lives during the mission. She was able to terminate the Freak – but only after letting him and his ghouls kill ten of our men. Also, Commander Jonson sustained wounds from the Freak, even though he was not near the battle.”

   Piercing blue eyes glanced up from the desk to regard the vampire. “He is not in danger of being turned?”

   Alucard lowered his head, hiding a smile. “This time, no. Seras was able to kill the Freak before he bit him.”

   Silence stretched on as Integra drew a puff from her cigarillo. She slowly sat back in her chair, her aging face now exposed to the dim light in the room. The years spent locked up in the Queen’s dungeon were written in the lines that showed across Integra’s face – the Hellsing leader had endured many a hardship, but not one could compare to the ordeal she had dealt with by being betrayed, and blamed for the results.

   “Master? What shall you have me do with the police girl?”

   Integra exhaled, watching the smoke dissipate in front of her. “This is the second time she let things get a little out of hand, yes?”

   “Yes Master.”

   “And you reprimanded her for the last one?”

   “Yes, Master. I believe that area is still tender for her, even though she’s been drinking her blood.”

   “Good. This time, reprimand her correctly.” Integra reached out, and closed one the case files. “She needs to learn to become more like you. I can no longer have these little ‘incidents’ that she keeps getting into.”

   Alucard stiffened slightly, then relaxed his stance as his famous Cheshire grin spread across his face. “Yes…Master. The world does need more monsters like me.” He bowed slightly, than sank into the floor.

   Integra stared at the spot where Alucard had disappeared. Snapping herself out of her reverie, she leaned forward over the desk once again, looking at the few open cases she had left. “Yes…more monsters. More proper handling of Freaks. And if no more monsters can be found…well, they don’t deserve to be monsters.”

   Alucard sank into his chambers. Walking over the single ornate chair and table that made up of the room’s furnishings, he proceeded to sit. He did not like what his Master had been ordering him to do, lately. The Police Girl was naïve, yes, but she did not deserve the harsh punishments that Integra had become so found of giving out. The last punishment he had given Seras she had promptly pushed to the back of her thoughts – in hopes of forgetting them. He did not wish to give these punishments to his fledgling, but he had no choice in the matter. If he did not…he risked himself being starved and locked away in the same manner Integra had found him years ago.

   Something needed to be done.

   His servitude for the Hellsing family had gone on long enough – and he had certainly had more than his fair share of mistreatment from the family. He was a noble, after all, and being submitted to such menial tasks of exterminating his own kind had brought him to the brink of insanity more than once. Centuries of servitude…and the one person whom Alucard had taken a liking too of all the Hellsing line had changed – and not for the better.

   “She’s going down a path she never wanted to go down.” He mused, his deep baritone voice echoing in soft whispers around the spacious room. “Things must change…but in their own time. If they don’t…well…she might get what I had become under the servitude of Abraham Van Hellsing – but with Seras.” A rumbling laughter echoed throughout the room.

“Then, then she will have her Monster! Yes….yes….”

Shadows in the room grew and lengthened, obscuring the figure on the lone chair and leaving him to his thoughts.

   Seras had finished her shower in record time. Cleaned now from the blood and dust that had covered her earlier – the little vampress dressed herself in a soft cotton nightshift, and after putting her toiletries in the proper places, she proceeded to move to her desk. Opening a drawer, Seras pulled out a sketchbook and a pencil. She had taken to drawing when she was human, and even more now that she was going to be alive for eternity. It was a simple pastime she had developed to help the days blend together – so as to not get bored easily. Besides, she knew what her Master was like when he was bored.

Speaking of her Master, Seras smiled sweetly as she turned to a page where she had wound up drawing her Master early one evening. She had drawn Alucard on the balcony of the Hellsing Manor, full moon shining down on him. She had dressed him in a simple poets’ shirt and black slacks, with a wine cup held carelessly in his left hand, his right resting on the railing. His shoulder-length black hair was obscuring half of his sharp, royal face, but there was one thing different. Seras had somehow drawn emotion into Alucard’s eyes – those blood red eyes that seemed bloodthirsty and cruel. No, they were not like that. They were soft, gazing back at Seras in almost a loving manner, one that made the Prince seem…human.

   Sighing, Seras gently ran her hand over the drawing. “Why do all the handsome men in history go bad?”

   “Well I certainly do not know for sure, Miss Victoria, but it could be the factor of all that power they held back in those times.”

   Seras squeaked and dropped her sketchbook at the sudden voice. Turning, the fledgling let out an unnecessary breath. “Goodness, Walter, you scared me half to death.”

   The Hellsing Manor’s old retainer, Walter Dornez, stood at the door to Seras’s room, two ice buckets held in either hand. “I do apologize, Miss Victoria, I should have knocked.”

   Seras smiled at the gentleman. “It’s fine, Walter. Did you bring dinner?”

   Walter held up one of the buckets. “Yes. Two blood packets, as ordered by Integra.”

   “Thank you, Walter.”

   “Your very welcome, Miss Victoria.” Walter bowed to the young vampress. “If I may suggest something?”

   Seras tilted her head at the butler. “Yes?”

   Setting down the bucket, Walter leaned down and picked up the sketchbook. “Next time you wish to capture Alucard in the shadows, I suggest using charcoal. It’s quite a good medium for such drawings.”

   If Seras could still blush, the little draculina would have certainly been doing so. Sheepishly looking down, Seras extended her hand. “Thank you, Walter. I’ll certainly try to remember such things next time.”

   Walter smiled as he handed back the sketchbook. “Oh, don’t be shy about such things, Miss Victoria. You certainly have a talent.”

   “Oh, goodness Walter, please!”

   “You have no reason to be embarrassed with me, Miss Victoria. However, I would be very careful that Miss Integra or Alucard do not see your work.” Walter winked at the girl. “They just might see it as good work and decided to sell some under the company’s name.”

   Seras giggled at the thought. “Goodness me, then I won’t be fighting Freaks anymore, but spending my eternal life drawing!”

   Walter smiled at the remark. “Well, Miss Victoria, I wish you luck as you continue your drawing in secret. I must continue with my duties.” Turning, Walter proceeded to heard toward the door.

   “Oh, Walter?”

   The elderly butler turned. “Yes, Miss Victoria?”

   “Could you please tell Master that I would like to see him tonight?”

   A slender, black eyebrow raised in response. “Planning to give him his rendition in your hand?”

   “Oh, no – nothing like that…I just would like to talk to him for a little bit.”

   Walter turned to go. “Well then, Miss Victoria, you can summon him yourself. You do not need me for such trivial things.” With that said, Walter disappeared down the empty corridor.

   “Oh.” Seras paused, puzzling for a moment. If she were to call her Master, would he already know why she wanted to talk to him? Shaking her head, Seras tried to push the thoughts of a furious Alucard from her mind. Taking a look at the gentle drawing clutched within her grasp, Seras took a deep breath, and mentally called out for her Master.

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