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Chapter Three

"So, Police Girl, was that all of the day?" Seras Victoria one more lifted her head, crimson eyes settling on her Master who was sitting in her chair, legs propped up on the table. Looking a bit distraught, she shook her head.

"No… First, I had to go see Sir Integra…"

Trudging her way with a sullen look about her, Seras entered the mansion. Most of her anger had dissipated, leaving only that bittersweet feeling of sadness with a hint of depression lingering about her person.

"Ms. Victoria?" Pausing in her travels towards the bathroom, the Police Girl turned slowly, already slouching over in defeat; she wasn't about to bathe anytime soon. Even without turning around, Seras knew that voice by heart.

"Y-Yes Walter?" Walter smiled encouragingly at her from their short distance apart. He seemed apathetic; as though he knew about the terrible day she'd been through. Keeping his distance from the exhausted vampire, Walter gestured towards Sir Integra's office.

"Sir Integra has requested that you come and speak with her."

"Am I in trouble? And do I have to go now? I really wanna bathe…" Seras trailed off. She'd finished her mission, and the only thing she wanted to do take a long, hot shower in peace and silence, maybe read a bit in her room, then SLEEP. The elder retainer chuckled as he gently took her elbow and guided her towards Sir Integra's office.

"Have you done something to get yourself in trouble?" The Police Girl mumbled something under her breath, clearly avoiding the question. Walter chuckled and continued onward, no longer guiding her. He wouldn't say it, but Seras knew. She stank; like sweat, death, dirt, and grime. Then again, she did have a vampire's nose… Maybe only she could smell it!

Glancing down at herself, still following diligently behind Walter, Seras found herself repressing a groan. She seemed to be bathed in blood. Her regulation socks were torn and blood-stained; her shoes seemed to be a completely different shade shade, and her skirt… her shirt… The Police Girl shivered. There was only so much one could endure in one short day, and this young lady was reaching her limit. Though most of her wounds had healed, she hadn't 'eaten', so to speak, in a few days. Most of that was due to the lack of blood, though she would never admit to it… However, she was prepared to take a sip or two if it meant that this never ending ache and soreness would disappear with it.

Rolling her neck side to side and stretching slightly, Seras was already imagining how wonderful the steaming hot water would feel on her freezing, dirty, and sore vampire flesh.

"We're here. Sir Integra is expecting you; feel free to venture on in." With an encouraging smile and a pat on her back, Walter turned and exited, presumably to get her some blood… At least, that was what she was hoping.

With a deep breath, the young vampress pushed open the two large, heavy doors and poked her head in.

"S-Sir Integra? You wanted to see me?" The heir to the Hellsing legacy sat at her desk, immersed in piles, upon piles, upon piles of paperwork. In fact, Seras couldn't even SEE Sir Integra, as the woman was completely hidden by the stacks of papers. For a moment, Seras remained silent, waiting for Sir Integra to acknowledge her. However, when the Police Girl went ignored, she quietly and subtly sidled her way in, slowly shutting the door behind her.

For the next few minutes, she remained standing, shuffling her tired and maggot filled shoes left and right in an attempt to rid herself of the exhaustion creeping its way into her legs.

"Ms. Victoria." Seras snapped to attention.

"Y-Yes, Sir Integra?"

"I'd like a full report; leave NOTHING out. Normally I wouldn't ask you; however, the agent who generally gives the reports has been… Currently disabled."

Seras winced. She WOULD have attacked the one soldier who gave the reports, wouldn't she?

"May I sit?"

"If you can find a place to sit."

Tilting her head curiously to the side, Seras looked about, crimson orbs eyeing the usually empty chairs with disdain. Every chair, every corner, every little place that she could have sat on had been covered with paperwork. Paperwork, and books. The young vampire's eyes widened; is this what Sir Integra had to deal with on a daily basis?

In any case, there was no place for her to sit, especially since it would have been improper to sit on the floor. And so, for the next two and a half hours, Seras stood, completely upright, and recounted every last detail, save the loss of her father's ring. She didn't think Sir Integra would care; not while there was so much to do.

By the time she was finished, her throat was parched and already she could taste the cool, thirst-quenching blood which she prayed awaited her in her chamber.

"Is that all?" Seras nodded, completely forgetting to answer verbally. Luckily, Sir Integra let it go. In fact, the Hellsing Heir actually glanced up, pen slack in her hand. Her eyes narrowed and she nodded back, an air of understanding circling around her.

"That'll be all, Agent Victoria. You may be excused."

Seras slowly nodded, feeling as though she were trapped in a molasses or thick mud as she turned and exited the room. She was woozy, whether it was because she'd stood for the past two and a half hours, knees locked recounting the mission or because she hadn't eaten in a few days, and all she wanted was to bathe, eat, and sleep.

"Well… I'll admit life can get rather dull having to recount every detail, unless you relive all the bloody gory… like me… But really now Police Girl, that's not that bad."

Seras, who had dropped her head to rest gently against her knee, now lifted her head up to stare at her Master with an incredulous glare.

"You think THAT'S where my story ends? I'm not in my room yet, am I?"

Alucard was silent then, as he leaned back once more in the chair, propping his feet back up on the table, preparing himself for the rest of her story.

The young vampress sighed; while her Master may not seem to care, at least he was letting her vent… Sighing softly, Seras leaned her head back so that it was resting gently against her bed frame. Not quite as comfortable as she'd have liked, but she didn't necessarily care…

Exhausted, dirty, and dying for some blood, Seras Victoria trudged past the members of Hellsing, each bustling about on various tasks and errands. Most of them swerved from her path, desperate not to run into the fowl smelling thing that was Seras Victoria. Her path was straight and true, as there was only one place this vampire wanted to go; the bathroom. Already she could feel the hot, soothing water and this caused her to speed up.

Sneaking into her room, Seras grabbed the first pair of clean clothing and towel she could find and exited her room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind her.

Yawning loudly and rubbing at her eyes, Seras wandered into the nearest bathroom and closed the door behind her, locking it behind her with a half-hearted motion. Dropping the clothes and towel on the counter beside the shower, Seras slid out of her disgusting uniform, dropping it on the ground outside of the shower. Vaguely the Police Girl wondered what Walter did with all of her old, useless clothing. Especially when it was in such a terrible state of disrepair.

Shrugging it away, Seras turned the water on up to the highest temperature it could go to. Once her hand began to tingle, something she had become used to ever since she had become so very cold, the Police Girl slid herself in, muscles instantly loosening to the thrum of the water.

The rhythm of the water, beating lightly on her worn body was soothing, calming, and all around lovely. After she'd been in the there for a minute or so, the heat began to penetrate through her freezing skin, giving her a pleasant tingling sensation all over her body. She almost felt warm, and it was… pleasant, to say the least.

For the next forty-five minutes or so, everything seemed to be going right; no shampoo or conditioner or soap, for that matter, had gotten into her eyes, and most of the blood and grime had come right off. That was about where her good luck ended. As the Police Girl was washing the last of the conditioner of her hair, the curtain was suddenly pulled back, revealing her in her fullest to none other than Mr. Vernedead.

The two soldiers of Hellsing stared at each for a moment, neither of them moving, nor speaking.

"I… Saw the steam. I did not zee you, Ms. Victoria… Though I must admit, I 'ave certainly zeen you now, and zat is not a bad zing..."

And with that remark, Seras was snapped back into reality. With a screech loud enough to rival any sonar bat, the young vampress had shut off the water and grabbed at her towel, which she now saw was rather pink and rather fluffy and, more importantly, rather small.

"GET OUT OF HER PIP! OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT, OUT!!!!!!!!!"

It took him a moment to get his wits all gathered up, but once he'd gotten them all, and managed to get another glance at Seras' still semi-exposed body, he high-tailed it out of there.

Standing there, mostly naked, dripping, and shamed into a bright shade of pink, Seras Victoria dashed back over to re-lock the door, which it seemed she hadn't properly locked in the first place. Groaning angrily at herself, her cheeks still bright red, she locked it, double, then triple checked. While it was still locked, the young vampress dressed quickly into what was luckily a pair of old pajama bottoms and a large shirt.

The steam from her excruciatingly hot shower was still furling around the room, obscuring Seras' view of the mirror and nearly everything else. This gave her the futile hope that Pip hadn't seen nearly as much as she'd thought.

"Oh, who am I kidding? With the day I'm having, he's probably already told everyone else… How lovely…"

Now on the verge of tears, towel and dirty clothing bundled up together in her arms, Seras slumped the rest of the way back to her room, going through the motions which included smashing her foot against the door and, once inside, throwing the clothes at the opposite corner of her room.

It was at this point when Seras decided to break down and actually have a sip of blood… Her stomach had gone far past the regular rumbling sounds and had resorted to feeling like it was about to cave in on her.

Grasping at the gaping hole which was her stomach, Seras woozily went over to her bucket of iced blood, hopes rising when she saw that it was a new bucket. The rest of her day hadn't been all that good… Oh who was she kidding; it had been an awful day. And though she wouldn't tell her Master, she would at least be able to eat before turning in for the night.

All thoughts, hopes, and even slight dreams of having her snack before sleep were abolished at seeing that her bucket of ice was empty. Beside it, a business card. Lifting it up, a curious and confused expression visible in her facial features, Seras squinted and read;

"I.O.U? I.O.U!?!?!?!?" Slamming the bucket against the wall, Seras shoved the business card into her mouth and swallowed it all on in big gulp, a strange rage burning in her eyes.

The rage lasted about thirty seconds before she had crumbled to the ground in a sobbing mess.

"And that… Master… is where you found me…"

"Well… I'll admit… That does sound like a fairly bad day, and I didn't mean to have stolen your blood… But really Police Girl, is that all?"

Lifting her head, eyes fresh once more with tears, up from the back of the bed frame, Seras locked eyes with her Master.

As the tears began to overflow, Seras opened her mouth.

"But Master!" She wailed. "Today is my BIRTHDAY!"

A/N: I feel bad; I haven't updated in what feels like forever… I guess that I was just having some problems with writing. With school and everything, I don't have as much time as I'd like to devote to writing… You'll have to forgive me if this isn't as good as it should be… I'm tired and I don't quite feel like myself, so it probably won't sound like me… Oh, and if some events don't necessarily match up, ignore it and smile because you know you love me. I'll try to update as soon as possible… As per usual, please R & R, as the reviews make me happy.

Always, the Author.