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Yay
I'm back...

God,
last week was horrible. But I am trying to get up to date with
reading other stories and writing mine. Thanks a lot for those emails
of support. Made my day, really. They put a smile on my face. Things
are still not as good as i would like them to be but hell... can't
complain at least I am alive and have no missing body parts.

Ok, on
with the thing!

“Dude
get off… we’re outside!”

“There
is no one around…” the vampire purred.

“Your
powers get all sucky when you’re distracted so I’m not
relying on them…”

I
looked around, my hand on the white earbud headphone.

“I
wonder if people can hear this from outside.”

“Already
checked for that, milady; have a little faith on the walking
fossil…”

“I
dunno… maybe lower the volume a little—ah!”

A
squeeze from a chilly leather gloved hand on the inside of my thigh
made me jump. I tried not to, but a wicked chuckle left my lips.

“Stop
it Alucard!” I scolded in between chuckles as I pushed his side
playfully. He had the biggest grin on his face. “… where
are we going?”

“The
gymnasium.”

“What
for?”

He looks... concentrated on what we're listening to through the headphones.

“I
quite enjoy it when you get this loud…” huge grin.

“Whatever—ow!”
The cable that held my earpiece and his together tightened too much,
pulling painfully at my ear. He held his white earbud in place, not
wanting to miss any sound coming out of it.

Silence.
More of our listening. I tweaked the thing in my ear to improve sound
quality.

“Mmmh…
I really like it when you do that…” I purred with a grin
as I continued to listen. We were getting closer to the gym so we
better start behaving. His hands had been a bit too restless since I
put the damned earphone on him.

I
took a lighter and a cig out of my stocking and lit it. As I took my
first puff and let it out I felt his eyes on me.

“Your
bed is quite loud…”

“Yeah,
I’ve tried anything and everything.” More listening. “…
damn, I’m loud…”

His
bare fingers came to my mouth; before taking the cigarette away, he
caressed my lips suggestively. My answer to this gesture was a flick
of my tongue directed to the tip of his middle finger. He growled at
the moist contact. I chuckled.

“Stop
turning up the volume!” I whispered angrily.

“But
I want to listen—.”

“You
have like superhuman hearing; it’s weird enough we are sharing
headphones; we don’t want people listening to this…”
I
retrieved my cig from him and inhaled the smoke, getting that buzz I
always get with the first cigarette of the day. He took this time to
stealthily move his open hand under my skirt and grab my ass.

I
jumped and squealed.

Then
proceeded to kick him.

“Zere
you are… always kicking people…” Damn, I hope he
didn’t see anything. We came face to face with the mercenary.

“Nice
to see you too Captain.”

“Mr.
Alucard.” he saluted mockingly with his hat.

“Bernadette.”
A mocking greeting back at him.

And
with that, Pip continued on his way out of the gym as we walked in.

“What
are we doing here again?” I asked softly looking at the
vampire.

“Patience
draga mea, patience…”

I
shrugged internally and continued to walk with him.

What’s
the freaking mystery?

Another
jump of mine… and a squeal.

“What’s
your fucking deal today with my ass!”

“I’m
comparing sounds…”

“I’m
not your goddamn piano I told you already.”

“Hmmmmm….”

Is
he checking me out?

“Are
you ok, vampire?”

“Have
you realized your uniform has been fitting differently?”

“Shut
up.”

“—a
little tighter on the hips—.”

“—Walter
is loosing his touch with the laundry that’s all…”
I brought my skirt lower.

“He
is?”

“—or
I’m getting fat—.”

“Oh
no not at all, milady… “ he purred a little too close.

More
listening. I ignored him. My hand went inside his coat to get the
player and lower the volume a bit. As I did this, my hand brushed
almost innocently a sensitive part of his.

Dangerous
little games being played in public; but I guess that listening to
ourselves do the nasty through shared earphones can do this to us.

“Are
you really that misinformed of the changes your body is going through
with our doings?”

“Old
wives tale, vampire; my body changes because I abuse of food and
drink… don’t flatter yourself…”

“Well
it looks quite… localized, to be mere food and alcohol…
and rather arousing…”

“Behave,
this place is always packed…”

Last
night, Alucard 'confiscated' the audio tapes Brendon was going to use
to blackmail me. But we decided to take a peek and listen before
disposing of them.

A
peek.

The
peek turned into now listening to the third cassette in the
saga; Clay organized, labeled and wrote descriptions on each
tape. Lots of tapes. Talk about anal. I don’t want to trash
them… I want them in my ipod!

“Brendon,
Brendon... I bet he had to listen to all of them to get so
organized...” I sing-songed.

“And
I'm very sure he enjoyed every minute of it...”

A
soft click was heard. Then the beginning of a discussion we had on
religion about a month ago.

“...
Boring...” he sing-songed and I fast-forwarded it a bit with a
chuckle. Play. There are the moans again. “... 3... 2...”
he mumbled and in 1, a loud moan, more like a scream of mine almost
made me go deaf forever.

Ok,
now he better take us back to my room cause I'm going to jump
on him... he just came.

On
the recording of course.

As
I was putting the little player on my belt I felt the vampire stop.

In
front of someone about to carry some dumbbells.

In
front of Brendon, giving us his back, about to carry some dumbbells.

As
the blonde man turned around and met the tall vampire's gaze, the
heavy thing almost slipped out of his grasp.

Silence.
I'm confused.

A
few seconds of scared blue eyes looking at devilish reds.

“G-good
evening...” Clay said, his voice almost breaking.

“Good
evening Brendon.” the vampire said casually. “...
everything alright?”

“Yes,
sir...”

“Pardon
me?”

Clay
turned to me after the vampire said this last thing, his teeth
gritting, jaw muscles twitching. Then his eyes went back to Alucard.

“Y-yes...
Master.” The blonde guy corrected himself.

Silence.

Master!
What. the. Fucking--

I
can't laugh, I can't laugh... oh please don't laugh, girl.

“That
is better... carry on...” the vampire sing-songed. “...
oh, I'm sorry, are you thirsty, my dear?”

Alucard
turned to me.

“I'm
fine—I mean... yes, of course...” I answered.

The
vampire looked at Brendon who handed me a shaky water bottle. I
inspected it overdramatically.

“Unopened?”
I asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Ok,
I'm happy then...” I grinned.

“Very
good... now carry on...” the vampire said this last
thing turning to him.

We
continued walking.

I'm
going to piss my brief-shorts.

“Don't
laugh, don't laugh, oh god I can't take it...” I whispered as
we slowly exited the gym. “... what the hell did you—.”

“Sh...
sh, sh...”

This
time I came into the earphones.

“Ah…
so beautiful...” the vampire said with a wide grin.

“Damn
it—tell me what you did to him!” my smile was bigger than
the gym.

“Hullo!”
a happy Seras said in front of us.

Damn!
Can't find the volume thingy!

“Hey
girl, what's up?”

“I
was going to go get you—what are you two listening to?”

“chopinthedoors.”

Yes,
we answered at the same time. I’m kind of sweatdropping.

Well,
it was more like a strange phonetic hybrid between Chopin and
The Doors.

Cho-doors.

The-pin...
or something like that.

Anyways
it confused the hell out of Seras.

“The-the
doors... making a cover of... Chopin...”

I
tried.

“Oh...”
Seras was still confused. “... oh well, see you later then! Bye
Master!”

He
nodded at her and we finally were out of the place.

I
yelped as I felt the vampire pulling me to a dark corner just exiting
the gym. One leather-gloved hand under my ass and suddenly my legs
left the ground, wrapping around his waist. He kept walking with me,
my back expecting to feel a wall against it. To my surprise, after a
little dizziness, the wall my body came to rest against was one in my
room. Damn, teleporting has to be one of his coolest powers.

After
my body hit the wall with a thump... he slowed down. My hands began
to get busy, shedding him from his jackets and shirt, his hands
clawing at my stockings, earphones still in place. The shirt of my
uniform was being unbuttoned by invisible fingers; his thingies
already making my boots hit the floor. His lips came to mine, already
parted, his tongue seeking mine. I lost contact with his lips but
never with his tongue. That tongue of his swirled around mine with
all those 500 plus years of experience, his parted lips refusing to
come in contact with mine yet.

Damn,
this kiss must look so hot, too.

Funny
how thoughts materialize right in front of our eyes. In that moment,
the door opened.

“—oh…kay!
Let’s get this started-- +yelps+ I’m sorry—so
sorry—.”

I
stopped kissing him and looked at the door. Seras disappeared and
closed it with a quick bang.

He
growled.

“Shit
I forgot I was going to play DDR with Seras…” I mumbled.

“Well,
she will first have to review her manners if she wants to…”

I
clicked my tongue.

“It’s
ok, I told her she could come in whenever she wanted—.”

“Well,
what if we would have been in another kind of a situation? I
don’t think it is very considerate from her to just come in
when she knows by now I could be in here with you…”

He
sounds… kind of annoyed.

“Don’t
scold her for this… she had my permission.”

“It
is not polite to barge into someone’s room, period.”

“You
do it all the freaking time, so who scolds you?”

“It
is different… she doesn’t have abilities I have to know
when she can come in or not—.”

“Your
argument makes no sense whatsoever… even at times when I
didn’t want you in here you would appear sprawled on my bed and
you know it…”

“Ah,
but I knew that deep inside you didn’t mind, draga mea…”

His
tone was still annoyed.

“Don’t
scold her for this… it was not her fault, we always lock the
door and this time we forgot…”

He
tilted his head with a serious face, his tongue playing with one of
his fangs I could see by his slightly parted lips. He is still
serious. I think he will snap at me or something.

“I
will do what I think is convenient to do…”

Ooook,
that meant ‘back off’.

I
looked at him in silence. Well she is his daughter.

“Fine…
one thing though…” I said with my index finger raised
for emphasis. “This… is my room… and I make the
rules here, even if you don’t like them.”

Silence.

“She
has my permission to come in as she likes… just so you know
this.”

He
just continued to look at me, his head tilted. There was a little
staring match between us and then he looked away, his hand squeezing
the outside of my thigh.

“Just
have her leave before midnight…” he mumbled.

“She
will leave when we are done and she wants to. It's her free day.”

My
legs left his waist and landed on the floor. I had to get everything
ready to play with Seras. As I turned around to say something to
him... he disappeared.

I smell
another fight. One of those real ones.

“Oh
no you didn't!” Seras said, her body rocking back and forth as
her chuckles escalated to a laugh.

“You
had to see his face when your Master opened his other eyes... dude,
he scared me; I thought he was either going to have a heart
attack or piss on my floor...”

More
of her laughing.

“But
I have to say that Master behaved...” she said still chuckling.

“Well,
he wanted to do something flashier of course... but he needed
permission from Hellsing for what he had in mind... you know, the
seals and stuff...”

Silence.

She
looked at me silently. I looked back in an inquisitive manner.

“He—he
told you about that?” she asked softly.

“Mh?”

“The
restraints?”

“He
was vague about it, but yeah, kinda...”

Silence.

“Sometimes
you... tell me things that don't match with the image of him I have
in my head...” She said with a soft frown.

“I
know the feeling because at times I feel the same way.”

Silence.

“Wow...”
She looked at me still with that frown, then looked away again now
with a little smile. “... Master has a girlfriend... never in
this lifetime...”

“He
does?” I asked incredulously. Her eyes snapped my way, kind of
glaring at me. “what—oh—oh!--ME?”

“Uh...
yes.”

“No
no no no no, I'm not his girlfriend!” I chuckled nervously.
“... I don't think that word exists in his vocabulary.”

“You
are more in denial than I thought.”

“I
am NOT his girlfriend...”

(knock
knock)

“Guess
who...” I sing-songed as I walked to the door.

She
started making geese sounds. I opened the door.

“Hullo...luv...”
Pip said as his eyes studied me in 'luv'. “... is it cold in
here or are you just happy to see me?” I'm going to have to put
my bra back on for these high schoolers.

“Up
here, merc.” I said snapping my fingers near my face.

“You
usually answer the door in your underwear?” his eyes were
buried almost under my white beater and my shorts. The other three
idiots were doing more or less the same.

“What?”
I said and looked at myself. “ ... underwear? What do you think
I am some old lady?” I asked confused.

They
walked in still looking.

“And
it's contagious!” Pip turned to Seras. “Hullo police...
woman I should say.”

“Shut
up Pip!” she said very very blushed. She had more or less a
similar outfit. Though she kept the bra on. Playing DDR can get
really exhausting and we didn't want to get our uniforms sweaty.

“Keep
it down, we are talking here...” I said calmly.

Hm...
Chris is here again; Since when Pip hangs out with original Hellsing
personnel?

“I
will dedicate zees game to white little shirts and shorts...”

“Funny
mercenary... keep it up and the closest to Tekken you'll get is me
kicking your French ass publicly in the gym.”

“Ooohh—Sir!”
Jake stood at attention all of a sudden. Pip was glaring at him.

“Will
you please...” the merc said obviously not appreciating his
attitude.

“Sir!”

We
saw them get comfortable in front of the TV. When they were into the
game we continued our chat.

“Did
your Master say something about you coming into my room?” I
asked in a lower voice.

“Well...”
she spoke softly and trailed off.

“I
knew it... he was an ass about it...”

“You
know how he is...”

“Yes...
an ass...”

She
shrugged.

I
sighed. “Girl you have to stand up to him a little too.”

“But
he's—.”

“No
no no, he will do as much as you let him.” she continued
to look at me in silence. “... I'm not saying to go and snap
back at him or give him the finger like I do, but let him know he’s
being unfair at times...”

“I'm
scared that he will like me even less...”

“'Less'?
You're his blood, how can he not like you?”

She
shrugged again.

“Yeah,
I know he does like me...” she continued in a very low and
almost whiny voice. “... but he's so...”

“Yeah
I know...”

Silence.

“So
has Clay said anything after that time?” she asked looking at
the TV.

“About
last week's scare? No... actually he sees me and gets as far away
from me as he can. He's a coward. I thought he was going to fight
back or regain his dignity, but nah. I know 'you know who'
gave him another scare; but I haven't been able to get it out of
him... yet.” Silence. “Clay’s calling him Master...
damn it’s hilarious... I wonder why, man…”

There
was another round of laughs from us.

Chris
is looking at me a lot. What's the deal?

(knock
knock)

I
jogged toward the door. It’s the vampire, I can tell.

“You
are going to catch a cold, my dear.” I felt a mental purring as
I opened the door. The vampire saluted me with his hat. Oh such
decency. He puts up a good show.“... don't you think you should
wear a little more clothing around the Geese?”

“This
is how I dress. If they don't like it they can leave. And that goes
for you too.”

“ 'Not
liking' is not the issue here.”

“There's
no issue, period.” He walked pass me, looking me over.

“At
least a brassiere?”

“Shut
up before I feel like having chronic 'headaches' for a month.”

What
the hell is he doing here anyway?

He
went to the only chair in my room and sat there, crossing his legs
elegantly, being eyed carefully by the geese, but not by Chris. I
guess he must be used to Alucard. He has been with Hellsing for more
time than Pip and the Geese.

He
was silent most of the time, watching carefully how they played. Then
things between Pip and Seras began to get heated, as always. They
also have their spats once in a while. I like how she snaps back at
him. It’s a whole new police girl, he he.

“Police
girl, I think it’s late; you should get some rest...”
Alucard said as he looked at the others play.

“M—Master
I want to stay a little long--.”

“Police
girl.” he said a bit more commanding. I looked at him with
narrow eyes.

“Y—yes,
Master...” she said sadly and stood up. I walked with her to
the door, gave her a hug and closed it as she left. I went to my bed
and rested my back against the wall, right in front of Alucard and
looked at him like the ass he is.

“You
are so unfair to her... you very well could have sent her to bed
quietly in her mind... not in front of everyone...”

“Do
not tell me how to treat my fledgling; if I can't comment on your
wardrobe, do not even think you have a right to tell me how to talk
to Seras.”

“Does
she need to cuss you out so you can respect her? You have some
serious problems vampire.”

“Are
we having this discussion?” his tone sounded very annoyed.

Dangerously
annoyed. His eyes just got bigger.

“Never
mind then...”

He
kept glaring at me and then suddenly the TV shut down.

“Shit-fuck!”
Pip said.

“I
was winning, damn the thing...” Jake said in between teeth.

“I'm
tired guys, let's continue tomorrow...” I said still looking at
the vampire.

“Let's
see; I can feex eet--”

“Pip,
I'm tired please... tomorrow.”

The
vampire was still sitting on the chair, glaring daggers at me, and
vice versa.

Oh,
there were going to be fireworks in seconds.

“Awright...
uh—bye then...” the mercenary said and pushed the others
feeling the tense situation, I guess. I think he caught us glaring at
each other.

We
waited for their steps to fade out completely.

“What
are you trying to do?” the vampire asked in his characteristic
voice, but not his characteristic face. He was being sarcastic but no
grin was present.

“I
am not trying anything. I am telling you that you are unfair to
Seras.”

“And
what exactly makes you think I will consider any outside opinion
concerning this matter.”

“I
don't give one if you consider it or not. I am just telling you what
I think.”

“You
think you can do a better job than I can with her? Do you even have
the decency of asking me why I treat her like this?”

“I
would like to know too because I don't get it. But if it upsets you
so much, then I won't say anything else, don't worry...”

“Do
you think you can make her a better vampire with your human
tenderness and understanding?”

“This
has nothing to do with humans and vampires Alucard...”

“Maybe
if I hug her and kiss her pink tears every time she fails a mission
or almost gets someone killed will do better than actually letting
her figure it out on her own, mh?”

He
stood up and walked closer to me.

“You
don't get it--”

“No,
you, do not get it. Have you seen what grief does to her? Have
you seen her in agony or fear?” Silence. “ ... she
paralyzes, turns into useless piece of animated flesh like you called
me once—!”

I
stood up. “You are so unfair how can you speak about her—.”

“You
have seen it... she digs a hole in the ground and hides! She becomes
weak, and you know I hate weakness! I will never let a fledgling of
mine be weak! And you can't confront weakness with more weakness. It
will only kill her later on..!”

“Being
there for her is not weakness, Alucard! Being understanding and
talking to her is not weakness! Call it a human trait or whatever the
hell you want! You don’t fool me; you go through things like
this too… or have at some time! It is only natural!”

He
came close to me, almost nose against nose. “Natural?... I
remember you in fear—not being able to speak, dying or
believing you were... and not a tear rolled down your face! Not one!
With a knife in your stomach, and you stood up and walked away! She
is a vampire, a true Nosferatu, has my blood in her, why in the name
of hell can't she be like YOU then..!”

Silence.

I
looked at him in silence. It must make him feel weak too.

He
stepped back, irritated. I hope he doesn't leave. He can be really
evasive when spilling information he shouldn't. Like now.

“Is
that it? You're mad because according to you, a human is stronger
than a fledgling of yours?”

Silence.

“I
am getting so frustrated with her...” he almost mumbled, still
irritation in his voice, his back to me. His pacing was still
present.

Silence.

“Give
her time. I do understand your point. But everyone learns
differently. Try another way—I'm not saying to kiss her and hug
her... maybe don't scold her so much, a little more attention... talk
to her, I dunno...”

Silence.

“I
would offer to help, Alucard, but...”

“ ...
you have nothing to gain here... ” he ‘finished’
for me. I frowned.

“I
can’t believe you just said that...” I whispered. He
looked at me. “... not everyone acts in their self interest all
the time. I don't care what you think...” I felt… hurt.
How could he think this of me? But this was about her, not us. So I
had to bring her back to the discussion. “ ... yes, she still
clings to her humanity so try and treat her like a human until she
adapts...”

Silence.
He shook his head softly.

More
silence.

“At
times like this I wish you were—.” he mumbled, his eyes
pierced into mine… hurtfully? He trailed off. I waited but
nothing else came from him.

Why
do I feel like I did something? But I haven’t done anything!

I
felt the air not filling my lungs suddenly. What did he mean with
this?

“It
is your choice to shift those paradigms you have about 'those like
you' and 'those like me'... but I do tell you something...” I
stopped in front of him before entering the bathroom. “ ... if
you want to teach her, first understand her... then you will know how
to proceed in the best way for her... not everyone works the same
way…” Silence. “... and as a parenthesis, it seems
I am not the only one bottling up questions…”

“It
is not a question…” he whispered closer to my
face. “… it is answers… and I won’t
answer an unuttered question…”

Silence.
God this is getting so complicated.

I
went inside the bathroom and prepared my bath. As the tub filled with
water and I put some lavender smelling bubbles in it, I felt a weight
on the air.

I
opened my mouth to say something casual, but his gloved hand squeezed
my side. I turned serious again and closed my mouth. He was going to
say something… non casual.

Silence.

“I
lost everything once... a long time ago.” He whispered sadly. I
felt a pang in my chest. “I will not let it happen again...
this is why I need her to be strong...”

I
guess it’s his way of caring about her.

“I
am being called.” he whispered.

“Alright...”

And
then he was gone.

I
sighed. My mind went back to that look and what he said. How can a
single question hold so much?... damn my pride; yes, it is pride that
wont let him ask the dreaded question...

Oh
no... I am sounding like a girlfriend...

Damn…
too much bubble powder… shit!

Angstyyyyyyyyyyyyy…
I don’t even know under what to put this story… I mean
what genre… +shrugs+ oh well…

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