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I don't own Hellsing, and I'm not making any money from this.

The thing Syn hated most about getting ready for nightclub events was all the damn phone calls. It would have been perfectly fine if it were only one or two. But no. In the past 2 hours, she had received no less than 8 calls, and she wouldn't be the least bit surprised if more were coming.

First it was Chris, who was pissed that she hadn't been at the employee meeting for planning the week before. (I'm sorry sir, I've been very busy.) Then came a whole score of calls from the waitresses and bouncers to make sure she knew he was pissed. (Yes, I know he's mad at me. No, I'm not dead. Yes, I'll be there tonight.) Then Chris called again to tell her what time to be there. (Yes sir, I realize preparations start at 5:00, but I can't get there until 6:00. No sir, there's nothing I can do about that.) By the time Tank called, Syn was about ready to start ripping her hair out.

"Tank, I love you like a brother, but for the love of God, please don't ask me if I'm dead, and don't tell me Chris is upset." she said the moment she flipped open her phone.

"Oh, so you got the news, huh?" his voice said over the line.

Tank was one of the few people from the club she had stayed in contact with after she started working at Hellsing. It was only an occasional phone call or e-mail every now and then, but DJ's had to stick together. She couldn't tell him what she was up to of course, but using the excuse of having a contract with a top secret branch of the government was an excellent cover for not answering questions.

Syn flopped down in her hammock chair and sighed. "I don't know what his problem is. I told him from the moment I signed on that I couldn't make any promises."

"He'll get over it." Tank said with a laugh. "Oh hey, in case nobody's told you yet, the boss wants all the girls to wear skirts."

"What? Why?"

"Because men tend to hang around longer and spend more money when they see hot chicks in short skirts." he replied in a 'duh' tone of voice.

"Tank, it's October. I'm going to freeze my ass off in a skirt." Syn said with a huff. "And I'm going to be up in the booth all night where they can't see me."

"They'll see you when you come in, when you go out, and when you're on breaks." he pointed out. "Just do it, momma hen. It'll give Chris one less thing to bitch about."

Oh, God forbid her former boss get mad about anything else. "Fine. I'll do it. Is there anything else?"

"Please tell me you've finished your set."

"I put the finishing touches on it this morning and e-mailed you a copy." she reported.

"Awesome. Well, I can't think of anything else unless you want me to pull a phone tree so the others will quit blowing up your phone?"

The redhead made a mental note to give the man a huge bear hug when she got there.

"God, yes." she said gratefully, then thought a moment and added, "And make sure they know I can't talk about my new job."

"Right." Tank said obediently. "Top secret, and if you spill, you'll have to kill them. No problem."

And that was why she loved Tank so much. Straight, to the point, and no questions asked. Once she got off the phone with him and felt relatively confident she wouldn't be getting any more phone calls, she went over her mental 'to do' list and added 'borrow a skirt from Seras' to the bottom. Hell, while she was thinking about it, she might as well go on and do that first.

With her being the girliest female in the house, it was a given that the police girl would have a wide selection of stuff to choose from. But when she got down to the girl's room and told her what the skirt was for, Syn couldn't help but be surprised by what she picked out.

"Is that red leather?"

Seras bobbed her head in assent, then looked at it thoughtfully. "I really don't remember why I got this thing. It was probably part of a costume or something. So do you have something to go with it, or do I need to find a top?"

"I think I've got something that will work." she replied, looking it over. All of Seras' shirts would be too big for her anyway.

The police girl hummed and pulled her lower lip between her teeth. "What shoes are you wearing? And combat boots don't count as shoes."

The redhead made a face. Honestly, did she look like a Cretin? Contrary to popular belief, she did own nice shoes. Not many, but she had some.

"I was thinking about wearing boots, actually." she informed her.

"What kind?"

"Knee high, black, about... four inch stilettos."

Seras' eyes lit up in approval. "Perfect!"

Syn was about to leave when she noticed the clothes hanging on the outside of the girl's wardrobe. Seras was so particular about putting things away that the only reason they would be out was if she were getting ready for something herself.

"Going out somewhere?" she asked, arching a brow.

"Huh? Oh! Um..." she scratched the back of her head sheepishly. "I have a date."

The redhead started. A date? Had Pip finally decided to make a move?

"So Bernadette grew a pair and asked you, huh?"

Seras blushed. "Well, he's been doing it since you guys got back from Rome. Asking me out, I mean." she told her. "But he jokes around and teases me so much, I didn't know if he was serious or not. So I told him that if he really wanted to go out with me, he should ask Master. And he did. So... I figured if he was brave enough to do that, then I couldn't really say no."

Wow, Syn thought to herself. It had to have taken major guts for Pip to ask Alucard if he could take his fledgling out on a date. She was surprised the No Life King hadn't made him jump through some kind of hoops for the privilege.

"Do you like him?"

"I... I think so..." she replied with a deeper stain to her cheeks. "I'm not sure how much yet, but... yes, I like him."

The redhead smiled. "Me too. You have fun."

Oh, it was so cute. Seras was blushing like a schoolgirl over the whole thing. And while the captain was a bit rough around the edges, he had a good heart and seemed to genuinely care about her. He would treat her right.

The next order of business on her list was giving Edmund a list of supplies needed for the blood seal ritual. After much heated debate, they had finally agreed to do it on Halloween night. Ed didn't like it, but his way of figuring out a time was complicated and involved too much math. That gave them six days to get ready. Syn put her cousin on shopping duty because he was more likely to get into a magical supply shop than she was. Sorcery was so far beyond the capacity of witchcraft users to understand that they tended to think that even the white version was dangerous – and the black form was a total no go. Even those who performed black witchcraft thought black sorcery was too 'evil' to be touched. Because the Newsom family was known for being experts in dark and 'unnatural' sorcery, their name was essentially blacklisted. Ed could get around that because his last name was different, even though he was a blood relative. It was stupid and horribly unfair, but that's the way it was.

Syn e-mailed him the long list of stuff they would need, then called him to make sure he got it. As they were on the phone discussing how large the cooking pot should be and what types of incense would be best, she searched for her boots. She found them tucked away in one of the cabinets near her desk and cradled the phone to her ear as she pulled them on and fastened the buckles. Her cousin assured her he would get all the items – even if he had to go to several different places to avoid raising suspicion with the specific combinations.

Agenda item number two was complete, and now all she had to do was finish getting ready and head down to the barracks to see who her escort/bodyguard would be. She personally thought the idea was stupid. She had worked at the Green Faerie every night for years, and that vampire attack Alucard saved her from was an isolated incident. But the stupid vampire was acting all overprotective and told her he wasn't allowing her out of the house unless he went with her. That irritated her to no end. He wouldn't allow her to leave – like she was a three year old that couldn't look after herself. The whole thing had 'extremely bad idea' written all over it in big red letters. But Alucard wouldn't listen to any arguments about it, so Syn had been forced to go over his head.

"Sir Integra, when I started this thing with Alucard, one of the conditions was that if he ever cheated on me, I would kill the girl, then castrate him with a wooden spoon dipped in silver." she had said when she entered the woman's office earlier that morning. "If he goes, I'm going to wind up hurting somebody, and I don't think he would stop laughing long enough to keep me from being thrown in prison."

Integra had been taking her mid-morning tea at the time, and sputtered into her teacup – like she was attempting not to laugh so she wouldn't choke.

"I wasn't aware you were the jealous type, Syn." she commented once she recovered.

Syn made a face. "I'm not jealous." she insisted. "I'm possessive."

The lady knight gave her a look that said she thought they were two words that meant the same thing, then sighed and put down her tea.

"I'll admit, that does sound like something he would do for the sake of torture." she admitted. "But these are people you've worked with before. Is there any particular reason why you think he would go that far?"

The redhead's look was deathly serious. "Four words, sir. Dancing. Girls. In. Cages. Would you want Edmund to be around that?"

Integra blinked at her, and immediately called Alucard into her office to tell him he was not going.

"However," she adde. "Considering the ferocity of the attack against Captain Bernadette's family, I agree that you should not go out on your own. I'll talk to the Captain and see if he can spare one of his men for the night. I'm sure they'll be tripping over themselves to go along if there are dancing girls involved."

So now, instead of dealing with a clingy vampire king, Syn was going to have a mercenary babysitting her. Since the place they were going had a fully stocked bar, that probably meant she would wind up babysitting him by the end of the night. It wasn't the best situation in the world, but it would be better than watching women drool over Alucard the whole time.

Getting dressed didn't take that long. Seras' skirt was a little tight in the hips, but not enough to be noticeable in the mirror. She pulled a black sequined top she hadn't worn in forever over her head, gave her hair a good fluff, then was on her way. Her entrance into the barracks was met with a loud whistle.

"Damn, you look very nice." Bernadette complimented when he saw her.

Syn quirked a brow and looked him up and down, taking in the nice slacks and button down shirt. "So do you. I heard you have a hot date."

"Oui!" he said, polishing his nails on his shoulder with pride. "I 'ad to work my arze off for eet too."

"Did Alucard put you through the ringer?" she asked him.

Pip shook his head. "Non, 'e just zaid zhat eef Seras wazn't a virgin when we got back 'ome, 'e would eat me."

That sounded about right. And Syn imagined it wasn't an empty threat either. If Alucard found out that his fledgling had been taken advantage of, he would eat him.

In the barrack's common area, several of the Geese had stopped what they were doing to stare in their direction. Ever since Alucard had done whatever it was he had done to Andrews, they gave Syn a wide berth. They didn't avoid her exactly, but it was more of a... getting out of her way so they wouldn't piss the master vampire off. And whenever one of them had to speak to her about something, they always made sure to call her ma'am. It was very strange. She glanced over to see them gaping at the sight of her wearing 'girl clothes' for once.

"Yes gentlemen, in case you were wondering, I am female." She shook her head and turned back to the Captain. "Did Sir Integra tell you I needed a bodyguard?"

"Oui, oui, she did." he replied. He slid an arm around her shoulders to turn her toward the soldiers and raised his voice. " 'ey boys! Alucard's lady 'ere needs an ezcort for zhe night! Who wants to go?"

The redhead blinked at the new title. Alucard's lady? That sounded... kind of nice actually. She didn't really act like much of a lady, but it was nice to hear, all the same.

Not surprisingly, none of the men spoke up. They just blinked and looked around at each other, hoping one of the others would raise their hand so they wouldn't get picked for the job. Christ, at this rate, she was going to be late. But Syn knew the perfect solution to this little problem. She straightened her shoulders and cleared her throat.

"It's a Halloween event at a bar." she announced. "There will be half-naked dancing girls, and I'll get you free drinks."

That got their attention. Before any of the other men could speak, one guy at the back threw up his arm.

"I'll go!"

It was so nice to be back doing her old job again. There was no fighting, no vampires, no weirdness... just a very large collection of normal human beings who had come to party. Not that she had a problem working for Hellsing. She actually liked her job there. But the break from it all was a welcome one.

The mercenary who had finally volunteered to be Syn's bodyguard was J.J. (James Johnson, but there was another James who joined the Geese before him). He was a quiet sort of guy, but once he figured out that she wasn't going to bite him, he turned out to be quite friendly and sociable. When they got to the club, the redhead was immediately backed into a corner by several waitresses demanding to know if he was her boyfriend. She quickly informed them that he was a bodyguard – work stuff she couldn't talk about – and was just a friend. The women all exchanged devious looks. J.J. wasn't the hottest guy on the planet, but he wasn't bad looking either. If he was 'just a friend' then he was open for flirting. Syn got him set up with free drinks for the night, and after giving him a warning not to get too shit-faced, sent him on his way with a gaggle of waitresses who would 'take care' of him. She shook her head, laughing quietly to herself about him looking like God had answered all of his prayers, then searched out Chris to report in and get set up.

Bloody Friday was one of those events that you probably couldn't get away with any other time of the year. It had it's name for a reason. It was a blood fetishist's paradise. In an open space at the back of the club, a blow up pool filled with fake blood was set up. It wasn't used very often, but every now and then a couple of people – usually girls who were drunk off their asses – would jump in and start wrestling. The sprinkler system above the main dance floor was rigged to spray red-tinted water randomly on the dancers below. (Whoever came up with that had watched Blade way too many times in her opinion.) Two round cages hung from the rafters where the bravest of dancers could climb up a ladder and do their thing up there for 30 minutes at a time. If you attended this event, it was with the understanding that you would get messy. Syn was protected from most of it up in her booth, but she still got sprayed in the face occasionally.

One might be inclined to think that such a party would attract vampires like flies. But surprisingly enough, the opposite was true. Bloody Friday was very much a human event. When Alucard had first caught snippets of Syn's memory of past parties like this, he had declared that it was the most idiotic thing imaginable. Why would anyone waste time playing around in fake blood when they could have the real thing? Because they found it so stupid, vampires tended to avoid places like this – right along with the people who wore fangs pretending to be like them. As strange and freakish as it seemed, at that moment, The Green Faerie was the safest place in the world. And Syn loved it. Not because of the blood everywhere (she got that enough at home), but the people.

Bloody Friday brought together the oddest combination of personalities you could imagine. There were the ones you might expect to show up at such a place: the goths, the steampunks, the people who dressed up in leather and latex and beat each other for fun... Then there were those no one would expect to be caught dead there. Ravers decked out in solid white and waving glow sticks. Random people who had walked in off the street and stayed for curiosity's sake. Business men and women, still in their suits and ties, looking like they had come straight from work. All sorts came and mingled together. There was no judgment or condemnation. You could be as normal or as freaky as you liked and no one cared. It was a beautiful and strangely pure side to humanity that one rarely found in the outside world. And Syn found it ironic that it took going to a dark place to achieve it.

She played music for four hours straight before taking her first break. The rush of being in her booth again and exerting her influence over the masses of people was so great, she didn't want it to end. Tank ran the lights and took over the boards long enough for her to run to the bathroom and grab some water. Then she was back. Pouring her soul into her set, and hoping that she could give these people the time of their lives. The final hour and a half was the most intensive. Music could have a hypnotic effect on people. Syn had a particular talent for taking people on journeys – exploring the various sides and moods of human feeling. For Halloween, the mood was always a dark one, bordering on the forbidden and taboo. You couldn't take someone down into that state of mind and just leave them there. She had to carefully construct and weave together her arsenal of sounds and beats to help them travel down, then back up again. Maybe it was weird to feel exhausted after doing nothing but flipping switches and playing with turntables all night, but when the lights finally went up, Syn was tired. Riding the high of the night, but still tired. And along with it was a feeling of longing in her chest. She had done this for so long, and had been without for so long... God, she was going to miss this.

"You alright, momma hen?" Tank called up to her, looking concerned that she hadn't come down yet.

The redhead blinked and shook her head to clear it. "I'm fine. I'm just... really glad I could come back."

The man nodded in understanding. He knew what it was like. "Oh, just so you know," he said, glancing over his shoulder. "Your favorite blonde is still here. She's been making passes at your boy all night."

Syn narrowed her eyes. Rachel. So she hadn't been fired yet. "Is she still a bitch?"

Tank shrugged. "Old dogs don't change. I don't think it's possible for her to not be a bitch. The only reason Chris keeps her around is the guys who come like to look at her. That's about all she's good for."

She couldn't help but laugh. She felt the exact same way. Rachel was all looks and no substance. It was kind of sad, when you thought about it. She might be having the time of her life now, but once she started getting older, there wouldn't be much out there for her.

"Oh well, I guess I better rescue J.J. before she rapes him."

As it turned out, the mercenary didn't need her help with anything. He was sitting at the bar, pointedly ignoring Rachel's attempts to show him her cleavage while talking to one of the older waitresses instead. The pretty brunette, Cassie. Syn liked her. And it was wonderful to see the little blond twit looking so upset at being passed over for someone else. The redhead left them alone and went off to find Chris instead. She collected her check, told him she would see about coming back for next year's party, then went back to collect her bodyguard. When she approached the bar, the blonde girl shot her a death glare.

"I suppose you think you're special because Chris asked you to come back for one night." she said in a snippy tone.

Both Cassie and J.J. dropped the conversation they had been having and turned to look at them. Syn gave Rachel a pointed look.

"Unlike some people in the world, I don't need to be constantly reassured and fawned over to know how people feel about me." she told her.

The girl sniffed. "Your people must not think very much of you then, if they have to send a babysitter with you."

Syn bristled, but J.J. shocked her senseless when he quietly cleared his throat.

"Or maybe," he said. "Her people think she's so important to them that she deserves to be protected." he glanced over at her. "Little girls who have to act like whores to get by in the world should remember that they're easy to replace and easy to forget. Women like her," he pointed at Syn. "Make the world go round and never go away."

The redhead studied him, wondering where on earth that had come from. But hearing someone say something like that about her made her feel proud and vindicated. She shot Rachel a smile.

"It has been just wonderful to see you again." she gushed. "But my bodyguard and I have to get back home before our boss wonders where we are. Have fun washing dishes and mopping the floor."

Cassie looked absolutely smitten with the mercenary after his little speech and slipped her number into his pocket as he got up. Syn waited until they were outside and heading toward the parking garage to question him about it.

"So did you really mean all that, or were you just trying to get Cassie to fall in love with you?"

The man shrugged. "She was cute, and it was a great way to get her number." he shot her a sideways glance. "But I did mean it. You must have a special something if you can put up with that scary ass vampire all the time. And any woman who can get me free drinks is a goddess in my book."

The redhead grinned and hooked her arm in his. "I think I'm going to adopt you." she announced.

"Adopt me?" J.J. asked with a weird expression on his face. "Don't you think I'm a little old for that?"

"Nope." she said, shaking her head. "I'm Syn, the mother hen, and I say I'm adopting you. I'll bake you cookies and everything."

His mouth made a small 'o'. "Well, if there's cookies involved, I'm all for that."

Yep, she had definitely found a friend.

"Shouldn't you put on a pair of shoes or something?"

"Hush!" Syn admonished. "Don't say anything and maybe they won't notice. And move your ass! My toes are going to freeze off at this rate!"

After leaving the club, Syn had taken over the keys to drive. J.J. Had four drinks during the night, and while he claimed that he was sober enough to drive, she wasn't taking a chance on it. She had worked too long in a bar to know what just one drink could do to a person. Now, the redhead was a woman of many talents, but driving in four inch stilettos wasn't one of them. She had tossed her boots in the backseat before sliding behind the wheel, and now she was braving the ice cold concrete barefoot.

"I can't believe you didn't notice we were almost on empty." she muttered as they briskly walked into the small station. "Do you know how hard it is to find places open this early in the morning?"

The mercenary's shoulders slumped. "Okay, I might be more drunk than I thought, but I swear I thought we left the house with a full tank."

Obviously not, or they wouldn't have had to stop, she thought to herself. While he went off in search of a coffeepot, Syn dug through her coat pockets to see how much money she had. She hadn't brought much with her because she hadn't thought she would need it. But she was pretty sure she had enough to get them back to the manor. She headed up to the counter, hoping there was a bell or something to summon the attendants out of whatever back room they were hiding in. Still pulling wadded up bills from her pockets, she stopped at the counter and started to count. Then she looked up and froze when she saw blood on the cash register. Instinctively pulling Lasher from the shoulder harness hidden beneath her jacket, the redhead peered over the counter.

There were two bodies, freshly killed, with the blood still oozing from their wounds. Whether they had been men or women, she couldn't tell. Too much of their faces were gone.

"We need to leave."

The sound of crunching metal outside made both of them jump. J.J. dropped the styrofoam cup he had been pouring coffee into and ran over to her. When he saw the bodies, he swore under his breath and pulled out his own gun, grabbing her arm to jerk her behind him.

Something was here. Something had waited here for them, letting them go inside a building with only one exit, then tore up their car so they wouldn't be able to go far if they got out. And since that something was approaching their only exit, there was no way for them to get out anyway. This wasn't a group of ghouls or a freshly made monster. This was a full fledged vampire. A very old, very powerful vampire. Syn could almost smell the power signature in the air. Not as powerful as Alucard's was, but it was as close as one of them could get without going through all the experiments and enhancements.

Syn didn't have to see a face to figure out who it was. She already knew.

Oh god...

For those of you who might think that Bloody Friday was just an attempt at being provocative and shocking, I have actually been to a club that did something very similar. And that place did 'Bloody Wednesday' once a month throughout the year. So yeah, this kind of thing is actually out there. And it is a hell of a lot of fun to experience.

And yes, I'm being evil and leaving a cliff hanger. If you think this one is bad, you are going to hate me tomorrow. :)
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