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The Green Lady	By : RaggedyNib Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 6456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4 – The Socialite

"Self-centered, megalomaniacal, arrogant prick!" Seras shouted into her pillow later that night. She had been forced to sit through the remainder of the dinner and following meeting like an obedient servant, but she hoped she'd relayed some of her fury by shattering the delicate wine flute with a well placed squeeze in plain sight of her 'fiancé'.

She had tittered convincingly drunk to the slightly sloshed guests, waving the dinnerware casualty off as a bit of embarrassed nerves on her part. Most had smiled at her endearing slipup, already rosy cheeked with booze and good humor as they came to the realization that the merger would be a painless one.

Alucard kept up the charade, keeping a possessive arm around her waist as they shared a settee in the drawing room during the meeting. The guests had gone to bed with many felicitations to the couple, hoping for an invite to the small ceremony that was starting to turn into a much larger one than her master had originally proposed.

As soon as the room had cleared, Seras drew her arm back for a satisfying slap on her master's angular cheek. If the force would have been applied to a human the head would've been knocked clean off, but for the vampire it merely moved his chin a few degrees in the opposite direction.

He had chuckled at her fury, reaching out to crush her wrist in a tight grip. They engaged in a brief physical struggle, but he had overpowered the younger vampire with size alone.

She remembered how stupidly small and weak she felt under his bulk as he pinned her to the Persian rug that spanned the creaky floor of the room.

If anyone happens by us, they'll think we are just lovers locked in an embrace,he had whispered mockingly into her hissing mouth, not quite kissing but close enough to appear so.

He had not given an answer to her demands, disappearing into the shadows of the ceiling with only his wide smile remaining. Seras had rushed up after him, intent on getting answers from the infuriating monster.

She had arrived at his coffin, already sealed against her attempts to pry it open. The thing really did have a mind of its own when it didn't want to be opened, but she tried her hardest to move and force the stubborn casket.

It was a prime idea to her at the time to toss it out the fourth story window into the courtyard below, or with luck she could throw it far enough to land in the lake beyond the gardens. Her anger had turned into frustration, for if she made more noise she'd surely wake the humans sleeping below.

Master was very wise to do this while things are in such a delicate state, she realized. She had gained enough savvy over the years to know making a scene in public could destroy you permanently. If Seras had pitched a fit at the table over her master's untruthful declaration, the heads of state would've had a very bad impression of their possible rulers. Enough to withdraw the offer to merge, even.

Seras managed to pry her jaw off the edge of the pillow at the present time, snorting at the shredded appearance of the fine silk.

Like a wolf.

She sat up in her tousled mess of blue and gold bedclothes when she felt the wet drops of blood on her cheeks. Such a pawn, she thought as she dabbed at the strange tears dripping from her eyes.

After a few decades, she thought she'd gained the upper hand in power while her master sulked from room to room. The apparent truth of it all was that it was all a façade.

The moon was falling further down to the horizon when she spared a glance to the windows. She cursed, detangling herself from the bedsheets to whisk her way into the office.

She could mope later. For now, work needed her attention and a plan was formulating in her mind.

Seras kept her straight posture as she escorted the few ladies present at the summit into the courtyard, taking care to put a polite word or two into the conversation.

One had joined late last night, as she was informed early this morning. She had peered out the window of her office when the limousine pulled up to the gated arch of the courtyard near dawn, noticing the well-dressed woman that presented her credentials to the guards standing watch.

The woman in question turned out to be a guest Seras looked forward to meeting. The dossier on one Lady Demir showed her to be a government registered vampire, revealing the intimate details of her maker, true year of birth and death, and other such biographical information.

Up close, the olive-skinned woman appeared to be of pronounced Middle-Eastern ancestry by the firm cut of her jaw and heavily lidded eyes. Her hair was obscured in the modern fashion of covering, a fashion that had taken hold of most Christian European women as well as Islamic Europeans earlier in the century.

A length of fabric would be pinned in a decidedly Moslem manner to the hair and draped around the shoulders and neck in an artful arrangement, the fluttering ends trailing behind the wearer to any desired length.

The Islamic women had claims to practicing it for hundreds of years. The Christians were just swinging back into the trend, favoring the way it gave them a virginal appearance with the modest covering.

Seras wore the covering occasionally in respect to the conservative traditions of her adopted country, furthering her image as a considerate ruler albeit a dead one.

She kept the conversation going as the other ladies mounted up on their horses saddled and tethered to iron hitching posts in the alcoves of the courtyard, chattering on about the novelty of it all.

Outside of business and with social equals, custom required each woman to address each other as Miss, Lady, Madame, or all manner of titles used this century. The group here had shifted into the formal but comfortable usage of 'My lady' for their hostess and each other.

It was then that the only other non-breathing woman in the bunch made her way over to the mare tied up by Seras's gelding, nodding in acknowledgement to the smaller vampiress.

"It is extremely fortunate for our paths to cross, my Lady Victoria."

The woman bowed low to Seras, tilting her head towards the blonde in benediction.

Seras dipped her head in return to the striking woman, eyeing the hawkish shape of her nose as she tightened the girth on her saddle. The statuesque lady reminded her of a Sultana, but the records indicated her place of origin, family, and social standing before turning were unknown.

Of course she wouldn't give those bureaucratic vultures every detail. I know I wouldn't, she thought.

Lady Demir was one of the few vampires of the old world that had shown their face to the public, being that most preferred to keep to their solidarity. She was made somewhere in the early 19th century, but the exact date was listed as unspecified on the documents.

The other woman had already mounted up, touching a hand to her forehead in a salute to the blonde before turning her mare about to the growing group of riders by the archway.

Tonight a short tour of the grounds would be conducted by Seras before dinner while Alucard was bestowed the duty of entertaining the gentlemen in whatever fashion he could manage. She had left a terse note on his coffin with instruction, making sure to underline the desire of a private talk later in the night to figure out the next step in his little charade.

Seras hoisted herself easily into the worn leather of the saddle, turning the horse about as she called for the ladies to follow her. They made it out into the garden without much problems, most of the inexperienced riders well suited to the easy manners of the horses they picked out.

"I'd always figured Romania to be terribly industrialized, not so wild and green as it seems to be," one older woman commented mildly as they entered the outer fringe of the forest beyond the gardens.

"We still hold the largest amount of original European wildlife, my Lady Sklenár." Seras smiled at the elderly woman as she turned her mount about, pointing through the copse of trees to the small meadow beyond. "See them?"

The white-haired dowager nudged her spectacles onto the bridge of her nose, squinting a second before crying out in delight. "Are those truly elk? I'd thought they were all wiped out by now!"

The small heard of the antlered creatures were bathing in the last rays of the sun far off on the other side of the clearing, nibbling on the grass they lounged on.

"No, my Lady Sklenár. A few managed to weather the times out here in the Carpathians and breed well enough to make it by," she explained, nudging her mount back along the path as they moved through the forest.

The ladies behind her spent a few moments marveling at the elk, a younger one reaching into her coat pocket for the thin Plasglass that made up her cellular device. A few touches to the clear, rectangular screen and a picture was captured on the device.

"Always fascinated with the plainest things these days, aren't they?" Lady Demir pulled up beside her, keeping a steady hand hovering over the lip of her saddle as she reined the horse close to Seras.

"Humans?" Seras nodded to the group behind them, shrugging. "I guess some of the things we took for granted in our lives got a bit sparser for this generation."

"Indeed," Lady Demir murmured, peering at her closely. Seras could see the flecks of red spotting the near-black irises of the other vampire, evidence of either age or deep indulgence in blood.

"So how is it that you became the Minister of Tourism in your country?" Seras ventured, blinking as the woman withdrew her face from such close proximity to her own.

"I came up from the Congo a few years back to snag the position, just after I had registered with the Federation of European Nations. I had waited around for an international signing of equalized rights for our kind with the humans," Lady Demir explained, casting a look over her shoulder at said humans. "Most of us were staked out in underdeveloped or warring countries, as you may have known. Less likely to be caught when drained corpses were found in very hostile or remote zones, but eventually the natives started to get suspicious of me when things cooled down in that hellish jungle."

"So you left for Montenegro?" Seras nodded in understanding, fascinated with the small tidbits of facts the woman was feeding her. Even in the long period between the war and now, she had seen very few free vampires in her existence. Her master had explained the secrecy their kind kept, meeting each other very rarely as they spread out over the world to even out the territories they claimed for hunting.

What did you think, Police Girl? That we meet for luncheon every few months to catch up and compare notes? Don't let this 'coven' idea or the camaraderie of those freakish Nazis fogs your perception of our kind. I've never seen more than ten of us convene in a group and even then for only a week. True nosferatu rarely get along with other bloodsuckers in close quarters.

Seras snapped back to reality, pushing back the old conversation with her master into the back of her mind for later examination. Lady Demir was still talking in the cool, honeyed tones she possessed with just the barest hint of an accent.

Arabian, maybe? I swear I've heard it before.

"…proposed to our President that a merge might be wise if he did not wish to join with the Catholics in this new conflict. Eventually he came around to it and word got around to the rest of the Balkans," Lady Demir took care to guide her horse close to Seras before talking in a barely audible tone. "If I may be so bold, is it true about your engagement to Lord Dracula?"

"As far as I'm aware of, yes." Seras couldn't keep the dryness out of her tone, but she managed to restrain the eye-roll. Just barely, though.

"Ahhh…" the olive-skinned woman grinned widely, showing off a set of gleaming teeth. "It's such a fascinating thing that you both are placating the humans with forming such a weak bond. Our ties we form with our own males last much longer and stronger than conventional marriages these humans practice, as you know."

Seras nodded along in agreement, having no honest idea of what the woman was getting at. If she'd ever regretted not seeking out a few of her own kind besides her master, she was feeling it strongly now.

The trail terminated into the rose gardens just then, bringing the two women out of their chat as the women behind them drew closer.

"I think this has been enough adventure for one night, ladies." Seras smiled back at her guests as she led them back along the pebble-strewn road to the courtyard, laughing as all of them gave a small noise of disappointment.

"My Lady Victoria, I should have my husband buy a few horses for our estate back home so you can come riding with me in Slovakia," the Lady Sklenár raved when they made it back into the courtyard, squeezing Seras briefly on the arm before drawing her hand back in shock. "Dear me, it's true that you are quite chilly!"

Seras grinned ruefully before handing off the reins of her horse to a groom. "One of the many letdowns, my lady."

"But how did you manage to come out while the sun was still up? I expected you to burst into flames or something to that effect," the lady exclaimed, straightening up to peer up and down the youthful body of the Provost for any eminent signs of spontaneous combustion.

"The sun is weakening to our abilities, but as we age it affects us less." Seras pointed up to the dusky sky, explaining the matter in a kind tone. The lady nodded in understanding, peering up at the sky with her before patting the hand of her hostess in a mothering manner.

The other ladies dismounted as the young grooms caught the bridles of their mounts, making their slow way past Seras with bright smiles of gratitude and the insistence of doing it again at least once more. Soon it was just the busy grooms, Lady Demir, and the lone Provost in the enclosed space.

Seras made her way to say something to the quiet lady standing expectantly in front of her, but was interrupted by the well-known hiss of her master's appearance.

He was dressed in his everyday attire of black suit and boots, but had slicked back the hair that now reached past his shoulders. Alucard looked from Seras to Lady Demir, a smirk forming on his smug face.

"Turk," Alucard grinned at the hawk-faced woman before nodding to his fledgling. "It seems you've met Seras."

Seras glanced in-between the two older vampires, tension frizzling in the air.

"Anyone care to explain?"
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