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I
slumped on the chair with a very guttural grunt.

“Oh,
zat’s very attractive…” Pip said sarcastically.

I
mumbled something intelligibly.

“You
ok?” Jake asked.

“Don—don’t
yell please I’m right here…” I said with a wave of
my hand and my eyes closed. The headache.

“I’m…
not yelling…” he answered with a frown.

“Shhhh…”
my head fell on the table. “.. ow.”

“Someone
got plastered yesterday, eh?”

“Jake…
why… are… you yelling…” I almost moaned.

“Call
me next time, girl… I was feeling like getting aled-up last
night too…”

“Why—why
… yell…?” I continued to mumble.

“You’ll
get arsholed with her in no time weez zees game she starts…”
Pip said, ignoring me.

“What
game?” Jake also ignored my hand waving in the air gesturing
for them to shut up.

“Oh
a drinking game she taught me... it goes like zees; everyone takes a
beer and stand in line one beside ze other in front of a table,
oui?…”

“Shhh…
please… whisperrrrrr…”

“—ze
beers go on ze table and each person gets a spoon weez salt on it—not
too much...”

“Salt?”
Jake asked.

“—oui,
and zen, to ze count of 3, everyone throws ze salt in ze bottle so ze
foam starts coming up, up, up—.”

“Don’t
say foam or beer please… please…”

“—so
you have to drink ze foam weez your hands on your back; you can't let
ze foam hit ze table... if you do, you ‘get it’…”

“Get…
what?” Jake was a bit confused I bet.

Silence.

“Get
what, girl?” Pip turned to me.

“Uh….”
I put my head up slowly.

More
silence. I looked at Pip, then at Jake.

“Dude,
if you need to get punished to not spill the beer, you don’t
deserve to play my game…” I blurted out with half lidded
eyes.

“She
has a point…” Pip said with a serious face and a nod.

“Stop
talking about beer, guys…”

“When
can we play the game, girl?” Jake asked with a big smile.

“Never…
I’m not drinking… ever again…” I said with
a murderous glare.

“Yeah,
right—so Sunday?”

“Where
is Seras?” I asked Pip, my eyes still heavy.

“With
Hellsing…”

“Hmm…
I need to talk to her…” my voice sounds all throaty.

“You
need black coffee, luv…”

“No,
no… soup, I need soup… oh god, I want soup…”
I closed my eyes almost feeling the taste on my tongue.

“Anyroad,
thanks for the drinking tip, dudette…” Jake stood
up to leave.

“Here
you go…” Pip offered his tray to Jake so he could take
it away. Lazy ass.

Jake
glared.

“What…
want to patrol Sunday, oui?”

Jake
sighed and received the tray. What a bully this merc is.

“Good
chap…”

I
scoffed. I raised my head from my arms.

“I’m
gonna go to my room for a bit…”

“To
do what, girl…”

“I’m
dying Pip… I need rest… and soup.”

“You
know who you talking to, beach girl?”

I
looked at him. Damn. Sometimes I forget he’s my Captain.

“Pip…
I can’t focus…”

“C’mon,
I’ll make you sweat it all out!”

“No…
no please—ah!”

A
big pull made me almost fly in the air and off the chair.

“What’s
with people and pulling, god!” I shook my arm away from his
hand. “Ok, ok I can walk on my own!”

“You
won’t get out of zees one…”

“I
want something if I win...” I stopped and crossed my arms.

“Name
your price...”

I
looked at him for a few seconds. Then looked around. “I want
the Aussie... I need a sniper—my squad... needs a sniper...”
I grinned devilishly.

“Deal.”

“Hey…”
we both turned to our left side as we heard the greeting.

A
grunt escaped our lips as we saw where it came from.

Brendon.

“Hm…”
yes that was my answer.

I
saw Clay’s blue eyes move to Pip. But Pip wouldn’t move.

“I’ll
see you at the gym, Pi—Capt—Sir…” Damn, I’m
not too sharp today.

“Awright…”
no, he didn’t sound too happy.

Ooh,
ugly glaring.

“Can
we talk?” Clay asked softly once the merc was gone.

“What
about?”

“Um…
what happened that time…”

“Nothing
happened… just, cause and effect… you got violent with
me, cause, and I felt like cutting off your finger, effect…”

“You
were overreacting, I never hurt you--.”

“Do
I look stupid to you? I don’t wait till I get hurt to react.”

“I
was not going to hurt you.”

“I
still see your finger attached to your hand… overreacting
would have been if I was wearing it as a pendant…”

He
stared at me as if he couldn’t believe what I had just said.

“I
think you don’t wanna talk to me now or ever after that…”I
said smiling.

“Do
you see what he’s doing to you?” he whispered.

“He
is doing something to me? Hmm… is it good cause I don’t
feel anything—“

“You
were never this vicious before.”

“Oh,
I can be vicious… and I can be sweet… can be crazy or
very very sane and grounded… it’s just me. Maybe
if you weren’t so busy thinking about how to control me all
this time, you would’ve known that this is how I am… now
get out of my face.”

Before
he would say something else I left. I didn’t want to listen to
him. He is dead to me. And I'm not talking Alucard-dead here.

I
walked to the gym but before going inside I saw Seras walk by.

“Seras!”

“Hey!”

“Quick
question…”

“Hm?…”
she walked toward me.

“Girl,
did you tell Pip about… you know…”

She
just looked back at me. I pointed at my canine.

“Oh!
No, no, why?”

“I
have a feeling he knows… or the thing is going around…”

“Why?”

“A
weird conversation we had while sparring yesterday… he would
go from talking about your Master to talking about—that time in
my room when I told him that I was seeing someone besides Brendon…
I dunno maybe I’m being paranoid…”

“So
you think he was making a connection?”

“Yeah…
not like I don’t trust him, but…”

“If
he knows, he won’t say anything… he likes you, he won’t
get you in trouble…”

“Just
checking; did you tell him?”

“No,
I swear!”

“Ok…
just checking… +sigh+ I’m getting scared… I think
Brendon is planning something…”

“You
think?”

“My
intuition fails me very little… I felt something weird from
him just now when I saw him.”

“What
did he want?”
”I dunno… but I don’t like
his aura… not one bit.”

“Be
careful…”

“I
will… if you find out anything, people talking, whatever, let
me know please…”

“Sure
I will…”

“Ok,
I’m off to hide from your merc…”

“Why?”

“I
can’t spar now… and he wants to… you never saw
me.”

“Ok.”
She chuckled as I walked away to my room.

Oh,
I am glaring.

Dead
Silence.

“Why.”
I almost hissed at the vampire.

“Hm?”

“Why
are you giving me this?”

“Why
not?”

Silence.
My eye is twitching.

“I
thought you were more open-minded and free-spirited.” he said
innocently.

“This
is not about open mindedness—if you are insecure and feel
you're not enough, this is not a solution…”

“What
is wrong with a little variety?”

“Variety?
We talked about this once vampire and you know I'm not into these
kind of things—my preferences are very defined...”

His
hands went to my waist and hastily turned me around, my back hitting
his front.

“What-what
are you doing?”

“You
haven’t even tried it…”

“What
the—get—what’s wrong with you! Not here!” I
whispered.

“Why
not?”

“Uh…
people!” I whispered again.

“When
have you ever cared before?”

“I
am feeling pressured Alucard and I’m not liking this…”

“Let’s…
just… try it…”

“Let’s…
what the hell do you mean let’s? No, no, no you want to
watch… that’s different…”

“That
would be nice too…” He grinned wickedly again.

“I
said NO. I can’t believe you brought me here for this…”

“Is
it the color?”

Death
glare and silence.

“I
will ignore this last comment.”

Silence.

“You
do need this…” he said in a serious deep voice.

“Excuse
me?”

“You
know you do.”

“I
don’t need it, vampire—I thought you had a little more
pride—why would I need one if you are around…”

“At
times you can get a bit too… frisky on the…
job…” He whispered.

Silence.
I am about to kill him.

“Frisky?”

“Yes…
maybe you could control yourself a little more if you burned some
extra energy on your own…”

“Control
my—oh no, control myself, vampire? Do I have to remind you what
happened in the stairs two days ago?” I whispered in between
teeth, almost on my toes to level with his face. “... you
didn't even let me get to my room to—.”

“Maybe
we could both get a good use out of it, hm?”

Him?
Well, that’s something I would like to see.

Again
he turned me around.

“Hands
off!” I hit his hands.

I
felt his arms almost around me, the deviant thing on his hand. He was
not going to let me turn around this time.

“What
the--.”

“Just
hold it--” he whispered.

“--Damn
you… if people see this I will behead you...”

I
had to I had no choice. I felt him looking around as he put it in my
hand.

“It’s—it’s…”
I was also looking around. “… it’s too big for me,
I can’t believe you of all people couldn’t tell…”

“It’s
fine—“

“Something
tells me you were thinking about you and not my—damn, this
thing is huge! I can't even hold yours properly—god, it’s
gonna hurt my-- .”

He
slid my feet apart with his foot and I gasped.

“Hey!”

“Trust
me it is better like this.”

“God,
you are insane, hurry up, then…”

“It
will be overwhelming at first, but you’ll get used to it…”

“No,
I changed my mind, I don’t want—.”

His
hand came around mine and squeezed.

(gunshot)

Silence.

Damn.

My
jaw is a bit dropped. That's a big hole right there.

“Wow…”
I whispered.

“Hm?”

“I—uh,
wow…”

“See…
I knew you’d like it…”

“I—uh.”

“It
is not a gun technically, so don’t feel guilty…”

Silence.

“That
felt quite nice…”

“Enjoy…”
he let me go and walked away from the booth.

(gunshot
gunshot gunshot)

“Oh,
I love this thing—whatever it’s called…”

“C.A.W.S,
milady, C.A.W.S.” he said into my mind.

I
smiled and took another shot.

“I’ll
call it something else… I don’t like that name…
oh by the way, I need you to fix that hole in the stairs your pretty
little gun left behind… next time let me get some RAID…”

(gunshot)

Amazing!
My shoulder doesn’t even feel the recoil! And damn, what a
hole!

“… hello
Chloe…” I whispered looking at the weapon. I felt his
chuckle tickle my mind.

Aw... a
gift. What a sweetheart.

I
have been reading about my new weapon all day. Wow, it seems like
it’s not a common one. I wonder where he got it from... it was
discontinued or something.

(knock
knock)

Shit
I hope it's not Pip wanting to spar... I'm so entertained with Chloe
here...

“Hm...”

Yes,
you can tell by my reaction who it is.

“Hullo...”

“Brendon..?”

Silence.

“Please
let’s talk...”

“Leave
me alone, there's nothing to talk about...”

“This
was a terrible misunderstanding...”

“Ok,
lets see... uh, you questioned and implied stuff about my private
life, which is not your goddamn business; you accused me of treason;
you were physically violent to me and called me a whore. I
think I am entitled to fucking hate your guts...”

“I'm
sorry, I lost my temper...”

“Oh
yeah and I will forget about it and wait till you slap me around when
ever you get moody again. No, Clay; don't insult my intelligence. If
someone is a threat to this organization right now, is you. With
those little tantrums and a gun who knows what you can do...”

“I
deserve every name you want to call me... I know what I did, but—.”

“No
buts, just yours out of this building...”

“--please
let me talk--.”

“Get
lost.”

“Let
me in, let’s sit down and talk...”

“In?
No, say what you're gonna say right here.”

“It
was you who put a knife to my hand—and you are afraid of me?”

“You
deserved it.”

“Please
let me in and let’s talk.”

“Say.
It. Here.”

“It
will take long—.”

A
short whimper made us stop the argument. A pair of doggy eyes looked
at me in the sweetest way, accompanied by another short whimper. Hm.
The doggy was sitting on its back legs, tail moving from one side to
the other, right beside us. I grinned internally.

“Hi
doggy...” I smiled warmly and bent down to pet the doggie’s
head. I smiled even wider as I caught the true color of those doggy
eyes.

I
stood up again and looked at Brendon.

“Ok,
come in...” I said and he did, not after looking at the dog
with a weird expression on his face. “... you too doggy...”
I said sweetly, looking at the dog come inside my room, moving that
tale of his happily. I almost laughed out loud.

The
doggy jumped on my bed, making himself comfortable. Again I smiled at
the sight.

“You
don't fool me...”

I
turned around. I knew it, his aura says it all. His tone was tense.

“What
about?” I played innocent and went to sit on the bed, beside
the dog.

“I
don't trust you, if I am honest...”

I
frowned.

“Excuse
me?”

“You
can't be up to anything good with the vampire...”

Silence.
What the hell?

“I
don't... seem to follow, Brendon...”

“A
pet vampire... please...” he said and walked closer to my bed.
“... no one likes to be a slave; less someone like him. He's up
to something and he's using you for his end... if you are not already
working with him...”

I
began to laugh.

“Dude,
you are imaginative...”

“Am
I?” he walked to the bed again and as he was about to sit, a
growl made him get back.

“And
terribly judgmental.” I looked at the dog beside me and then at
him. “... he's very possessive about this bed... he loves it,
you'll have to excuse him...”

He
ignored the dog again and proceeded to glare daggers at me. I took
some more air to speak.

“You
can go to Hellsing and tell her your little theory if you want... but
tell me when you're going so I can stand behind the door and hear her
laugh her ass off.”

“Or
maybe you just like to get fucked by the daemon...”

“Stay...”
I heard Alucard's whisper in my mind. I was about to get my knife
from under my pillow.

“Oh
yeah, with all that stuff he can do, can you blame me if I am
curious?”

He
was turning a bit red. I felt a cold nose smelling my cheek and an
abnormally cool animal body resting half on me. After a little lick,
the dog's head rested on my chest.

“I
think you came here to tell me your little theories and blackmail
me... I am still curious about what you want in exchange...”

More
glaring from him. His eyes went to the dog and then to me. He tried
to walk closer to the bed once more but again the doggy growled.

“Where-where
did you get that dog from...” he asked with a frown.

Hm...
now he's interested in the dog. I wonder why.

“I
dunno, it walks around the place sometimes... I fed him once and he
keeps coming back... isn't he cute?”

“Thank
you...” the vampire said into my mind.

As
I was looking at the doggy I saw his head snap toward Brendon and
growl louder. My head also turned violently to the man.

“He's
up to nothing good, milady... and he seems to have proof of our
doings...”

“What
are you doing?” I asked Clay suspiciously, but not moving up or
even flinching.

“I
don't think it will be convenient for you if Hellsing knew about you
fornicating with her vampire...”

“Well,
well... he has audio recordings... how outré of him...”

Silence.
My eyes went as big as saucers.

“What
the fuck have you been doing around my room...” I asked,
scratching the dog's chin, my voice sounding low and angry.

“What
do you mean...”

“Where
did you hide it...” I am about to go completely feral on the
guy.

He
stared at me a bit surprised.

“Answer
me, where did you hide the fucking recorder...”

His
eyes are getting bigger.

“Oh,
now I get it...” I said with a smile, again the cold nose
sniffing my neck. “... and Alucard is using me, right? You
think I will be your bitch to shut you up?”

“Milady,
I am impressed... I wasn’t aware that telepathy was
contagious...”

He
was silent, anger in his face, the veins of his forehead about to pop
out.

“I
recommend you throw that crap out... if you know what is best for
you.”

“Hm...
I believe it's showtime...”

“Not
too flashy please... I don't want to mop up his piss off my floor.”

I
saw Clay's body jump off the ground a few centimeters, backwards, a
look of panic on his face.

I
caught with the corner of my eye four more eyes added to the doggie’s
head, slowly opening and closing a bit out of sync, glaring and I
mean glaring at the blonde man in front of us.

“You're...
devil... bloody—.” Clay began to walk backwards, clumsily
and hastily, towards the door.

“Get
the fuck out of my room and get rid of the stuff... be sure you
destroy those tapes.. . you don't wanna get Casulled or Jackalled, or
whatever; he is very imaginative when it comes to hurting people...”

Brendon's
hand wasn't doing a good job in finding the door knob as his back
touched the door.

“Who
is who's bitch now?” I mumbled to myself with a devilish grin
as he finally exited the door. “Should we worry about him?”

“Leave
it to me... he won't dare...”

“Ok,
I guess I'll trust you...”

I
felt more licking from the doggy. A little too much and traveling to
sensitive parts.

“Ah,
ah , ah... no, not like this...” I scolded him.

“I
can't help it, milady... the smell of power and imperiousness is so
inviting...”

“Not
like this!” I pushed the dog away. “AH! Don't let me see
you changing—I'll kill you!” I put my hand over my eyes.

“I
am hurt...”

“Are
you done?”

A
tackle. A playful laugh from me. And lots of fun stuff afterwards.
DAMN! He wasn't kidding; 'power and imperiousness' DO turn him on.

No,
not in his dog form, I don't go that way.

I
wanna get my hands on those recordings... hmmm...

WHAT!...
don't look at me like that!

Wheeeeee!
yeah, an improvised chappy... if it sux, sowy...

I
guess reviews get me going to write more... I dunno... thanx a lot
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