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Renfield Wasn't Crazy	By : Ergott Category: Hellsing > General Views: 4526 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: A
Proposition.

�No sir, I am not following you,� Seras answered the
man�s rhetorical question, hoping that if she remained as curt as possible he
would take his leave of her.

He smirked again (not that he had ever really stopped
smirking). �Why so nervous?� he asked in a tone which clearly stated he enjoyed
her skittishness.

Why was she nervous? Studying the man across from her she
really couldn�t pick out any single thing about him that should have had her on
edge. Maybe it was the fact that she couldn�t see his eyes, something that
always bothered her when she spoke to a person; or perhaps it was that his hair
seemed a tad bit longer now then when she had last seen him, grazing his
shoulders when it had only looked to be down to his chin just a few scant hours
ago. But then again it had been dark on that lonely path, so perhaps she was
mistaken. It was almost as if the different features of his face, by
themselves, were completely faultless, but put together they possessed some
devilish quality that had warning bells going off in her head. That taken in
hand with the fact that he had simply vanished from the park as he spoke
to her had Seras wary of this man. The less time spent in his presence the
better.

�I�m not nervous,� she lied through her teeth, �just busy.�

He seemed to study her for a minute, then raised an eyebrow
that she almost couldn�t make out through his wild bangs. �You�re lying.�

Seras opened her mouth to protest, but he quickly cut her
off.

�Now I�ll grant that you probably are busy,� he gestured
vaguely to her laptop, �but I refuse to believe that you aren�t nervous.�

She couldn�t believe that someone would be so blunt as to
say something like that to a complete stranger. �Whether I am or not is really
none of your business. Now if you�ll excuse me sir, I really need to work on
this paper.�

�So quick to dismiss me, and yet still polite enough to
refer to me as sir,� he cocked his head to the side, his smirk softening
somewhat.

Seras could feel a headache coming on. �Are you complaining
that I�m being polite, or that I�m trying to get rid of you?� she asked while
rubbing her temples.

He shook his head noncommittally, more or less acknowledging
her question rather than answering it.

�Look, was there something you wanted? I have put off this
essay for too long to get distracted now!� she snapped; she hadn�t meant to,
but the night had been less than productive and her temper was starting to wear
thin.

�I�m a distraction? For two hours you�ve done nothing
but harass that poor coffee-drone behind the counter and listen to those two in
the corner argue about Cromwellian poetry. Seems to me that you were distracted
long before I showed up.� She had a feeling that had she been able to see his
eyes they would have been gazing at her mockingly.

�What do you want?� Seras pleaded tiredly, thinking that for
all the work she was getting done right now she might as well go home and try
writing in the morning.

�I could help you if you would stop being so abrupt with
me.�

�Why?� The warning bells were going off again. A perfect
stranger, whom she wanted absolutely nothing to do with, was offering her help.

He cocked his head to the other side now. �Partly because
you strike me as the sort of person who has a hard time writing their thoughts
down; but mostly because you seem to need it.�

�Forgive my dubiety, but why should I trust you when I have
absolutely no idea who you are?� Seras asked calmly, ignoring his comment about
her inefficiency.

�You said your paper was about Dracula, a subject on which I
happen to be an expert.�

She stared at him for a moment. �You�re a professor?� she
asked disbelievingly. He seemed sophisticated enough, but he certainly didn�t
strike her as a teacher, unless he was one of those incredibly eccentric
professors that you always heard about.

�No, but an expert nonetheless,� he stated with a mysterious
smile. �It�s been two hours, and I doubt you�re any further now than you were
when we met in the park. The way I see it you have three choices: You can sit
here questioning me and my motives all night, you can leave and try to write
some other time, or you can take my help and make some progress on that
assignment of yours,� there was something in the way he said it, something in
his voice, that just really made her hate the idea of trying to work
later. His tone wasn�t exactly coaxing, but it was persuasive all the same.

�Who are you?� Seras tried to catch a glimpse of his eyes
behind their glasses like she had at the park, but the orange lenses suddenly
seemed completely impenetrable. She couldn�t figure out why it was so crucial
at that moment to see his eyes, but everything in her screamed that that form
of contact was absolutely necessary; without it she would miss something
important. Seras had never had so many gut-feelings in one day as she was
having around this man in one evening; something about him was off, and in a
big way. Suddenly, and unlike any other person Seras had met, he completely
relaxed under her scrutiny, as if to encourage her perusal further.

�Just a lover of literature, like yourself I�m sure,� he
answered without really getting to the heart of the question

Unnerved by his behavior and evasive answers she fidgeted
slightly in her seat. �Look, I know I need the help, I won�t deny that.
But to be perfectly honest I�m not comfortable with the idea of working with
you,� Seras replied, needing him to understand that she just could not accept
his offer, while still trying to remain somewhat polite.

�Alright, a compromise then. I�ll leave you alone for
tonight if you promise to give my offer some serious thought. If you
find, after some time, that you really would appreciate my help, then meet me
back here,� he replied smoothly to her refusal.

�When? For how long are you offering this help of yours?�

Nothing about his expression changed, but it felt as if the
very air around him held a heavy smugness, like somehow in the end, he knew
she was going to give in. �Indefinitely. I spend a good deal of my evenings
around this area. If you come back I�ll know.�

If that was truly the case, then she never wanted to set
foot in this part of the city at night again. �If that�s the only way to get
you to leave me alone, then fine, I�ll consider it.� Seras gathered her
belongings together. �But I make no guarantees,� she added while standing to
leave.

He uncrossed his legs and turned to face her, as if
intending to see her out. �That sounds fair to me.�

She backed away from the booth a few steps, but when he made
no attempts to stand and follow her she relaxed. �More then fair, I�d say,� and
with that she left the sleepy little building.

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The apartment was most certainly trashed this time around.
The sofa was tipped on its back, torn paper and plastic cups littered the
floor, and the kitchen looked as though it had been through World War III. Juno
and Eddie were nowhere in sight, telling Seras that the party had probably
gotten too wild, so they had exercised what little consideration they had by
taking it elsewhere. Not wanting the trash to be able to sit around perfuming
the air she quickly got to cleaning.

Seras had just put her book bag down on the now
right-side-up couch when she heard something at the front door. Curiosity
overruling her caution, she opened the beige portal. There, standing on her
doormat, was a dog. A humongous, gray, shaggy, red eyed (which she found
somewhat odd, since it obviously wasn�t albino) dog; it was probably a stray.
This wasn�t the first time something like this had happened; she was a sucker
for homeless animals and often let them stay from a while, or fed them at the
very least. As a result stray dogs and cats showed up quite frequently, as if
some creature that had benefited from her in the past had told them about her.
Seras eyed the canine carefully, and (probably) against the better judgment of
her landlord, stepped aside. �Come on in boy,� she beckoned to the massive
hound. He strode in confidently and with a grace she wouldn�t have expected
from a vagrant animal.

�You�ll have to wait until I�m done cleaning if you want any
food. This place is a disaster.� Here he gave her a look that she would have
called sarcastic agreement if it hadn�t been coming from a dog. �It�s not my
fault,� she tried reasoning with him, �My roommates are just rowdy party-boys!�
Seras shook her head when he just continued to stare at her, and vaguely
wondered why she was trying to rationalize the appearance of her home to a
creature that probably couldn�t understand a word that she was saying, let
alone appreciate the cleanliness of her accommodations. �It�s going to be a
long night,� she sighed to herself, moving toward the kitchen for some trash
bags.

Seras had gotten home just past midnight. By the time she
was finished cleaning it was nearly 2am. Exhausted, she sat on her sofa, idly
rubbing the dog�s wide forehead. She had set out food and water for him halfway
through her cleaning (feeling incredibly guilty that she had told a creature in
need to wait, simply because she was feeling mildly germaphobic) but he had yet
to touch it. �And I still have to work on that damn paper,� she moaned
pitiably to herself. The dog cracked one eye open, and gave her a look clearly
suggesting that he would bite her arm off if she stopped petting him. �I have
to, if I don�t I�ll fail the assignment, and it�ll drag my whole grade down,�
she explained gently while standing up and looking for her laptop.

It took her a while to realize that the hound was lounging
on top of it, lazily grooming his paws. However, when she tried to approach him
for it, he bared his teeth (which seemed freakishly sharp, even for a dog) and
let loose a guttural and horrifying sound, which she could only assume was a
growl. �What? I took you into my home, I�ve given you food even if you haven�t
eaten it, and I was just petting you a minute ago! The least you could do in
return is to get off my computer! If you can�t be nice I can always through you
out, you know.� He lifted his doggy brows, the classic �I�d like to see you
try� look in place. �Please,� Seras pleaded with the suddenly aggressive
dog, �I really need to work!� He growled again, using his paws to pull the
laptop further under him. �Not even if I promise to pet you some more?� she
raised her hand towards him, afraid to get too close incase he should decide to
bite. The red eyes seemed to contemplate her offer for a moment, before
covering the computer more fully with his massive chest. He then leaned forward
and nudged her hand, as if to encourage her attentions even if he had no
intention to relinquish control over her current objective.

Seras moaned. �Fine. I�m going to bed,� she sighed, feeling
her exhaustion double at the prospect of wrestling with the beast over her
laptop. Walking down the hallway she headed toward her bedroom. Behind her she
could hear the clicking of nails on the tile, and briefly thought of rushing
back to the couch for her computer, but soon heard a deep woof coming from
somewhere behind her thighs, and thought better of it. Not bothering to turn
the lights on, she quickly changed and climbed into bed. Next to her she felt
the bed dip, and something heavy settle against her side.

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A/N: First off, I�d like to give a big thank you to
everyone who reviewed. It�s greatly appreciated! I�d thank you all by name, but
I post on several different sites, some of which don�t allow author responses.
Now onto my second note: Some people asked in their reviews what sort of
relationship there will be between Alucard and Seras; will they be romantically
involved, will Seras still end up being Alucard�s fledgling? While I�m grateful
for your enthusiasm, I�m afraid I can�t answer these questions, partly because
that would be like telling a secret, and mostly because at this point in time
nothing about RWC is set in stone, something might change and if it does I
don�t want anyone disappointed because I had told them it was going to end a
certain way. My main focus right now is Dracula, after that focus shifts we�ll
see what happens.

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