The Angel of Death was becoming quite bored with watching the festivities of the night play out in the courtyard, so he left the balcony he was positioned on to find a more interesting venue to pass the evening. Walter passed through the dark corridors, all of which were faintly illuminated by candle light, casting ominous shadows in the hallway. The older portraits of the Hellsing family's watching eyes hung on the wall, making for an even more unsettling atmosphere, this, he found to be quite relaxing. The bright and cheery escapades of drunken civilians outside had given him more oblivious gayness than he could handle for one evening and the inner rooms of the mansion where a nice change of pace.

The butler made his way to Sir Integra's office where she would no doubt be preparing to retire for the evening; parties always did drain the life out of his girl. He swung by the kitchen to retrieve a fresh decanter of brandy for her and saw the walk in fridge door standing completely open. He straightened up, assuming that one of the wait-staff had been careless enough to leave the door swung out of place, he strode forward until he was standing in the middle of the fridge. Walter looked around for any sign of spoiled food or pests and noticed the storage room for the blood's door standing ajar. The dark servant lifted an eyebrow suspiciously and pulled his wires out from his coat pocket to wrap around his gloved fingers. He moved the door aside and saw a mess of blood, and broken metal strewn across the room. Upon feeling the doors lock he noticed that that was also broken, a puzzled look crossed his face, surely this wasn't the doing of Alucard, he barely even used the door when he needed to retrieve blood. He paused for a moment and sniffed the air, it smelled familiar, like sweat and blood mixed with…..

Oh for the love of God, Alucard. Is it completely necessary to have sex where we keep the food?! Walter thought at the Night Walker in exasperation, he received no response in return.

The butler grabbed the extra padlock he kept in his pocket and fixed it on the door from the outside of the blood storage room and locked it. He would have someone clean up that mess in the morning, he worried that is might scare the guests if he allowed housekeeping to waltz in and out of the kitchen with their hands covered in blood. He closed the main fridge door and walked over to the metal counter where he had placed the decanter and drifted off in the direction of Sir Integra's chamber. He put the wires he had been clutching back in his pocket, the worst thing he had to fear at this point would be a horny Dracula, of course the prospect of running into the ancient vampire in that state kept the Angel of Death on his toes.

Walter was just rounding the staircase banister when he noticed a slight movement by the window drapes, placing the decanter on a nearby table he turned around slowly and calmly walked towards the curtains. The older man moved the fabric aside and found a nervous looking Seras huddled behind them. The first thing he noticed was that the girl was wearing an oversized shirt with the front ripped open, which she was trying to hold together, and nothing else. He blushed slightly at seeing her partial nudity and extended a hand to help her up. "Good evening Miss. Victoria."

The blond vampire froze when she heard footsteps approaching, but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was only Walter. She took his hand and stood up rather quickly, aside from being shaken up by her master's actions Seras was feeling better than ever, her cuts had even begun to heal.

"Police Girl, could you please explain to me why you are running around the estate half naked? I feel as if I have missed some crucial detail between now and an hour ago," the Angel of Death said kindly.

"Um, well . . . it's kind of a long story Walter, and I really just want to get dressed right now. Do you know where I can find some clothes other than the ones in my room?" Seras said cautiously and quite embarrassed.

Walter bowed and smiled quite amused at the young vampire, "As you wish Miss. Victoria," he looked up mid bow at the girl's face, "You can fill me in later." The butler stood up straight and extended his arm to the Draculina. "Now, come this way Seras. There is a vacant room down the wing that houses the extra Hellsing uniforms."

Seras took the man's arm and allowed him to lead them down a dark hallway towards a room with a large engraving of a tree on the wooden door. "This room used to belong to the Mystics of the Hellsing Organization before they discovered Alucard. And now it is used as wardrobe," Walter said while smiling brightly at the blond. He opened the large doors outwards and lead both of them inside where they were met with a huge room with tall ceilings, the floor of the room was covered in racks upon racks of clothing, ranging from suits, to Hellsing issued military uniforms.

Walter released Seras' arm and went between the racks of clothing looking up and down for a suitable size to fit the Police Girl. The blond vampire stood by the door patiently looking at the clothes; they all seemed to be made for males. "Ah, I found something for you Miss. Victoria," Walter called out to Seras from somewhere in the far corner of the room. The Angel of Death walked quickly back to the vampire and placed a large piece of black and white cloth in her hands. "There is a closet over there," he pointed to a metal door on the other side of the room by the windows, "You can change in there if you like."

She quickly scurried over to the available room and walked inside, as soon as the door closed she quickly put the garment on, barely paying attention to what it looked like; she was just relieved to be in proper clothing again. The blond pulled the final zipper up in the back and walked out of the closet, back to Walter, who was standing by the door with a much too amused expression on his face. "What is so funny Walter?"

"Nothing, Sister Victoria," at this Walter burst out in a fit of laughter.

Seras rushed over to a mirror to see what all the fuss was about and nearly burst out in laughter herself when she saw what she was wearing. From head to toe she was decked out in a nun's Abby, the sight was quite ironic and she just couldn't help but let out a small giggle. She walked back to Walter, who had finally composed himself. "Walter, why does Hellsing even have a nun's uniform?" she said truly interested.

"Well Police Girl, sometimes we send out agents undercover to gather information from Iscariot. It's rare, but the costumes do come in handy," The Angel of Death smiled happily.

"Thank you for finding me something to wear Walter, it was a great help."

"Not a problem Miss. Victoria. Please, let me escort you back to your room," Walter offered.

"That would be great, thank you." Seras began walking with the butler back to the sub basement, she was finally starting to relax and the clothes she was wearing were very comfortable, maybe she would keep this costume and wear it while she was off duty; her Hellsing uniform was much too tight to do anything recreational.

The two of them kept a casual conversation going about how Seras was enjoying working at Hellsing and what she planned to do with her vacation time. They were nearing the top of the stairs to the sub basement when she felt something like mist creep up her leg, she froze mid step. Walter looked around at Seras confused by the girls silence and immobility. "What's wrong, Seras?" Walter said with concern in his voice.

The vampire looked at the butler's questioning face and decided that it was best to get him as far away from her as possible before her master came to face her in person. "It's nothing Walter, um, I think I can make it back to my room from here. Sir Integra is probably waiting for you anyways." Walter was struck back to reality when he remembered the decanter he had left by the stairs. "Right you are Miss. Victoria. Well, then this is good night," Walter said formally, bowing to Seras and then quickly striding back to where he had left the brandy.

The blond vampire took off in a run in the direction of her room when Walter was out of sight.

Just a bit further, Seras. The young vampire thought to herself as she rounded the corner to her room.

The blond threw open her door and quickly turned around to lock it behind herself. Leaning against the door, she breathed heavily with her eyes closed as she slid down the door to sit in front of it, facing the inside of her room. Once she had caught her breath she opened her eyes, only to find the grinning face of her master leaning against the opposite wall. She jumped up and turned around to try and undo the lock of the door and leave, but the entire doorframe was glowing a dark black and it wouldn't budge even an inch. She heard faint footsteps approach her, coming closer and closer till they stopped just inches behind her. Seras refused to turn around and meet her master face to face, but stood still with her eyes fixed on the door handle.

"Well my child. Don't you want to turn around? I assure you I won't bite," Alucard purred into the younger vampire's ear, an amused grin coming across his face.