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The Captain sighed as he covered his good eye with his right hand, tossing his head back using the other hand to remove the sheets off his naked body.

"Who are you?" the Captain kept mumbling as he sat at the edge of his bed. Opening his good eye he looked around his studio apartment, all walls covered with sketches of a young woman with golden hair and a smile that could melt the heart. Some of those were simple with no more detail than the mouth or the eye, some even were able to give one the idea of who this woman might be… yet none were that specific.

The smile, the smile was the one thing that was constant and clear… that and the eyes, those lovely, sparkling eyes full of life and joy, just the kind of woman that could melt the heart of a mercenary and get him to settle in that small cottage he has bought so many years ago.

Walking over to the wall right in front of him as he pulled up his boxers, tossing his orange hair back holding it in place with one had while he traced the lips of one of the drawings repeating to himself: "Who? WHO are you?"

Turning around, he grabbed a cigarette from the stand on this right, lighting it he closed his eyes once again tossing his head back against the wall and dropping his weight to the floor, sitting down with his back against it. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and let all the smoke out as he rested his arm on his knee while brushing his hair back with his fingers sighing once again as he remembered the dream he had, the hands of this dream, perfect woman, caressing his chest, his jawline, his lips.

He was able to feel those soft lips and skin against his body and the thought of it got him ever so excited. Of course many women had been courted by the Captain… like the one laying naked on his bed right now, but none even came close to the beauty he dreams about every night.

Suddenly, a knock on the door and a familiar voice broke this dream-like state.

"Captain! We have to get going now Sir, the Hellsing Family is waiting for us. They sent a car."

"I'll be out in two minutes, just ask them to wait for a little bit." The Captain answered as the woman in his bed woke up and smiled at him. Fairly beautiful, perfect skin, gorgeous body and quite a nice ass, to the Captain that made no difference, he wanted that perfect woman he has always dreamt about, that woman that he had dreamt about for so long.

This gorgeous woman grabbed the sheets and covered her body, walking towards the Captain she squatted in front of him, taking his cigarette out of his hand as she started to smoke it. "Bonjour Captain, are you leaving now?" the young woman said as she let the smoke out.

The Captain looked at her coldly and stood up, walked to his bed again, grabbing the pants from the nightstand where he tossed them the night before and pulled a couple of hundred euro bills, tossing them to the woman that was now sitting where he used to be.

"Allez-salope! Get out whore! You are not good to me now." The woman, grabbed her dress, put it on quickly, visibly angry and left without saying anything else.

The Captain got dressed as well, grabbed his brush and a pack of smokes, put all the sketches in a suitcase and closed the door behind him, that was no longer his home, he got a new job now.