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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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Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Hellsing! It's all Kouta Hirano!

I originally intended to begin the prologue of this story during Integra's burial at Westminster and write from there. After a bit of experimentation I decided the flow of the plot would work a bit better if I just dived in and started the whole shebang after everyone is in their place of power and so forth. Seras is well established as a steward for Alucard's responsibilities as ruler of Romania in the start of this story, as you can see.

In relation to the events that are fully matured in this story, they did begin developing soon after Alucard vanished and Seras was left as the sole vampire hunter for Hellsing a good thirty years. When I read over the final chapter of Hellsing, it was remarkable how changed/unchanged Seras was shown to be just in a few short panels. The way I took it was that her personality began to develop as more of an independent without Alucard present and natural experience age gives us, and she truly began to grow as an individual vampire while still holding to her cheerful personality. When Alucard reappeared, as she expected he would since she had all the time in the world to wait, things sped up; Alucard was the catalyst that set everything into motion.

We'll see! For now, let us dive into the next chapter of The Green Lady. Read and review, you lurkers!

Chapter 2 – The Student

The blonde official sat in her office at the main console, taping away at the keys to fill in the last requisitions for the military budget in one half of the screen while her attention floated to the video-conference with the Ministers in Bucharest occupying the other half of her monitor.

This must be how Sir Integra felt at Round Table conferences,she mused as the Minister of Education prattled on about the importance of no budget cuts to his programs. Alucard had left most of the provincial and national government blessedly untouched, only reinstating the monarchy as the executive power instead of the presidential position Romania had offered him. Seras figured his ego wouldn't suffer the contrite title 'President Vlad Dracula' when he could and would be 'His Royal Majesty Vlad Dracula'.

About a year after all the political uproar and media coverage of his day to day actions had cooled down, Alucard had quietly found the niche of provost for his fledgling to take most of the legwork of running the country. Seras had taken on the position very willingly, eager to please and be pleased.

If you had told her nearly seventy years ago she would once rule as a vampiric figurehead of a small Eastern European country, Seras would have marked you off as completely bonkers. Now, it was her whole world.

The public took to her well, raving over her well-dressed, professional appearance coupled with the classical long hair and wide blue eyes. She even stepped down to a very human level to follow the yearly fashion trends and set a few of her own, turning most young Romanian women into skirted beauties with high-heeled boots similar to her own public dress.

What really caught the attention of the human media was the sure existence of vampires in the world. There had been no way to cover up the identity of the creatures that ravaged D.C and London at the turn of the millennium, and very few survivor reports could be censored about the tiny blonde vampiress seen zipping around the sky during the Blitz with a phantom limb.

The world adjusted to the novelty of the supernatural existing fairly quickly, the old countries like Romania and the Slavic states coming about quicker than some with their very deep roots in the old folklore of the bloodsucking creatures.

Odd how quick these men took to me.

She tapped a pen to the table in a tuneless rhythm, eyeing the Minister of Finance warily as he made proposal after proposal. One of the long-existing problems with Romania when she and her master were put into power was the excessive government expenditure coupled with the virtual non-existence of any type of bourgeoisie. Seras began to learn this as a horrid sign of a sick economy as she made her first annual tour of the country five years ago, noting the grubby villages and hollow-eyed peasants that lived in the remote countryside. The cities were little better, very outdated technology and transit wise with dilapidated housing hidden behind the boisterous façade of government buildings and private mansions.

"Sir, I fail to see how fueling our own private jets with any tax surplus will help the issues at hand. If you can't manage a simple drive from Bucharest to Varna in one of the Ministry cars, I fail to see why I should send you at all. Those jets are meant for longer distances than that," Seras interjected lightly mid-sentence, causing him to flush and sputter into unintelligible mumblings.

"Very well, Provost Victoria." The man sunk back into the chair at the long table, turning his face away from the screen where her face would be projected.

Seras nodded in satisfaction, turning her attention one of her most favored Ministers in the room. Nicolae Ionescu, a very thin man fresh from law school abroad, was a talented mathematician and strategist in terms of economics. Although she and by way of rule Alucard were given the credit of putting the country's economy back on its feet, Ionescu was certainly the man behind the miracle.

She had rewarded his success with an increase in salary along with a few small gifts, making sure to cut the taxes he paid as a private citizen in half for a lifetime. The Minister of the Economy waved cheerfully back at her smiling acknowledgement, smiling brightly back as he stood to make his weekly report on the status of the markets and financial stability of the nation.

The meeting wrapped up in another hour with the report from the rest of her Ministers, biding them a final farewell before she terminated the connection.

She looked down at the simple silk robe she had folded herself into before the meeting, hiding the transparent fabric of the night rail she still wore. Seras had a tendency for the past five years to immediately take care of the day's business before feeding, but lately she had established a close familiarity with the Ministers enough to have video conferences from Bran and dress down during the meetings. It put her in a more human light and it relaxed the tense men at the table to see Seras wasn't quite to Alucard's level of vampirism.

Shedding the white nightclothes on her way into the closet, she slipped into a more concealing pale sweater and worn jeans.

Sneak down and grab a drink before I start,she thought as she pinned the thick mass of hair onto the back of her prim head securely. Forgoing makeup, she dissipated out of her apartments to the sublevels of the castle. The lower basement was a cold place, very ideal for the storage of the O Negative blood packets she kept stocked in the large freezer. The stairway that led up to the basement kitchen obscured the metal door, but the red sign said clearly enough that only authorized servants were permitted in the large cooler. Seras tapped in the code, wrenching the door open to lean in and retrieve a plump packet of the cold plasma.

After ascending the stairs to the warm, low-ceiling room of the castle kitchens she set about heating the thick stuff up, preferring the low boil it rose to if she used the slower convectional heat of the oven. Seras hopped up on a counter, swinging her feet idly as she peered out of one of the high windows set into the rock-wall.

She would take blood from humans once a month or so, but mostly preferred the blood packets she received on the quiet from the local hospitals in Braşov.No questions asked or strings attached the people she ruled understood that she took the sustenance to survive. Alucard left the supply untouched, preferring the more tempting diet of fresh, straight from the source blood. Seras didn't quite know where her master hunted, but as long as she didn't see reports of a drained corpse headlining her evening paper she could care less.

The oven dinged, popping open to reveal the simmering treat of her dinner. Seras quickly withdrew the swollen pack, biting feverishly into the bag to suck out the viscous liquid. She threw the drained plastic away in the incinerator, delicately wiping at her mouth with a dishrag before she began phasing up to the dining room. She sighed, steeling herself for the encounter ahead before phasing up through the ceiling to the floors above.

The room she materialized in was one of her favorites in Bran. Situated on the second floor of the narrow castle, it was decked out with the regalia and shields of Transylvania's older cities. The records she had drawn up from old historical archives showed that the room was indeed used for formal dining in earlier centuries.

She had refurbished the space with rich gold and blues, freshening the fading paint on the wainscoting and coats-of-arms hanging above the massive fireplace with the new color scheme. The furniture pieces in the room were all mainly baroque and original 18th century pieces, preserved lovingly by the caretakers of the castle in storage when it had fell into disrepair in the 2020s.

The entire structure was four stories total not including the ground floor and sublevels, the fourth floor being reserved for her rooms and nothing else. Alucard had taken up a tentative residence below her on the third floor in the library, but he sometimes could be found in the subbasement sulking if he was in the mood to transport his chair and coffin stand below for privacy and darkness.

He was present in the dining room, as of now; he never failed to be on time for their usual lessons they conducted every evening for an hour when she was in residence at Bran. Seras felt a ripple of shock when she saw his relaxed dress; the white buttoned shirt and dress-pants were the same as always, but he lacked the suit's coat that matched the charcoal colored trousers. His tie was absent along with his shades, but the customary high boots still covered his feet and calves.

"Even I can grow tired of formal dress in my own home, Police Girl." He grinned slyly at her dumbfounded expression from his seat at the head of the polished table, the chair on his right sliding out for her as she approached.

It wasn't until she got closer that she noticed his hands were bare. The sigils that once marked the flesh were fading rapidly as the years went by and the restrictions on his powers were obliterated at his will. Still, it was a rare thing to see her master's lean fingers free of the white gloves.

"Bună seara, Domn."She managed to utter the Romanian greeting without stuttering, still caught off guard by her master's drastic change in dress.

It was the traditional greeting she gave the native speaker during their language lessons. Although he was an incurable ass, he had to be the most qualified person on the face of the earth to teach her the language. After five years of it, she had emerged successfully fluent in conversational Romanian and passable in the written language.

"Ce faci, Seras?" he purred, the words slipping like spiced honey from his clever tongue. She really didn't think it fair for a man who was such a demon to possess the beautiful, throaty accent he had when he slipped back into his native language.

"Obosit," she answered hoarsely, falling into the chair with a heavy thud.

It continued on like this for about forty minutes, half-way through Alucard made her take diction as he spoke of how loud some of the servants were even while they slept and the shabbiness of her attire. She made minimal mistakes, but those were immediately found and she was made to scribble out the misplaced word or accent mark and repeat the correction a good ten times by her harsh task-maker.

"Mulţumesc mult, Domn." She inclined her head to Alucard when he pronounced her lesson over, a tinge of regret creeping into her voice as he cut the session short.

"Cu plăcere," he said, waving any further comment from her with a flick of his ungloved hand before switching back to English.

"It appears…some of the Slavic states wish to be dissolved into our borders because of the strain on them from Rome," he stated with some delicacy, watching her expression carefully. "I'm inclined to let them if we are ready to stretch our boundaries to the Adriatic."

"Which countries do you mean, exactly?" she asked quietly, pointing at the detailed map of the world mounted in the gilt frame across the room.

He rose and tapped an bare finger to a few Balkan countries, touching five in all. A similarity Seras noted was that they all shared close borders with Romania or another country that wanted admittance. "It was coordinated?"

"Undoubtedly," he remarked dryly, his eyes tracing over her face in a familiar way.

"Financially, we're solid. I just worry about the international consequences of taking them in. We may be sanctioned with some sort of stupid edict about aggressive expansion. We'll be hearing from Rome, also." She answered his unspoken question with finality.

Seras might as well state the obvious. They were on shaky ground in terms of international relations. The U.S and Britain saw them as complete and utter freaks, not fit to rule humans in their ungodly state of existence. Peaceful country admitting desperate countries or not, they were a threat. After Alucard had been reinstated, a massive outpouring of the devout had fled the country in exodus, claiming all that lived under the vampire's rule were damned. The Vatican was of like mind, despising the vampire and his fledgling on sight but remained civil to them in the public spotlight.

"That's calling the kettle black," he chuckled, eyeing the boot-shaped peninsula of Italy sinisterly. "They retook Sicily and Switzerland with the excuse of Unity under God. If they're wise, they'll hold back on retaliating until things settle."

Serbia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Croatia, Montenegro, and Slovenia. I think we've just gained an entire naval fleet and more than a few conflicting ethnic groups overnight.

"I'm guessing I should call everyone in Bucharest and tell them to start packing?" she asked, arching a thin eyebrow at her master.

The vampire grinned back at her, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to expose the strong forearms and wrists. "Quite the opposite, Seras. They will come to us."

Translations for Romanian Phrases:

Bună seara–Good evening

Domn –Honorific title of lord

Ce faci – How are you?

Obosit – tired

Mulţumesc mult-Thank you very much

Cu plăcere-You're welcome
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