Drunken Wonders: Chapter Four

“Good morning, Seras!” Pip called in front of her door as loudly and sweetly as possible.

“GO TO HELL, YOU PERVERTED ASSHOLE!!!” she screamed with her head under her pillow to drive out any loud noises. Her head throbbed with pain and she felt extremely nauseous. She never went drinking that much before and… this hangover was torture! Someone kill her…

She heard the door creak open and footsteps walk across the floor. She groaned, grabbed the lid of her coffin and shoved it on top of her bed. There was a hesitation and Pip knocked on top of the lid. “Knock it off!” Seras moaned. “It’s so loud… go away!”

Pip sighed and knelt down next to her coffin. “Seras,” he said softly. “I came to apologize. I made you upset and probably hurt your feelings last night and… I’m really sorry. I was goofing around and being… well, a perverted asshole.” There was a snort from the coffin and Pip smiled.

“I also got you this.” He pushed open the lid and Seras flinched from the light, burying her head back into her pillow. “Drink this,” he muttered, placing a glass of water on the edge of the coffin. “I’ve learned from experience about hangovers and they’re caused because… well, dehydration.” He heard her moan again and he whispered playfully, “The more water you drink, the less pain you’ll be in.”

“Gimmie that!” Seras yelped, throwing her pillow to the side, grabbing the glass of water and gulping it down. Pip watched with amusement and she clanked her glass to the floor and gasped for breath. She looked and Pip and gave him a smile. “Thanks, Pip,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck and brought him into a close embrace.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” he asked, bringing his arms around her and stroking her back with his hand.

“Mmm hmm,” she sighed, resting her chin on his shoulder and closing her eyes. He may be a pervert, but once in a while, he can be such a sweetie.

She smirked and nudged him with her forehead. “What?” he asked, toying with a lock of her hair with the tip of his nose.

“The doors are closed, right?’ she asked, sneakily.

“Why yes they… wha?” He suddenly yelped when Seras grabbed his shoulders and pushed him at the bottom of the coffin with her knees on either side of his own. He looked up and saw her grinning greedily. “Uh… Seras… what are you… aren’t you… waiting until… marriage?”

She frowned and crossed her arms with a huff. “Does everything I do make you perverted?” she sighed. Pip shrugged and gave her an innocent face. She grinned and cocked her head naively. “Yes, I am, but… can’t we do other things?” she asked ever so sweetly.

Pip’s eyes widened and his face twisted with confusion. He suddenly grinned wickedly, threw his arms around her and pulled her down until their faces were inches from each others. “Eh, that’s fine with me,” he said simply. She giggled as he nuzzled his face into her neck. If this is what’s going to happen to her when she gets a hangover, maybe she should go drinking more often…

Meanwhile, in a very large bedroom, Integra was holding her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Her headaches were gone, but she felt horrible. How could she have done that? She knew better than to go drinking with two bums and say all those stupid, stupid things… to him. She gritted her teeth and stifled a sorrowful groan. What will she do now? How could she have been so… immature and stupid? Her father must be rolling around in his grave by now.

There was a soft knock on her door and she immediately knew who it was. “Go away, Alucard,” she growled, laying back down on the bed and pulling the blankets over her head. “I don’t want to see you’re face for the rest of the day.”

There was a soft chuckle behind the door. “I’m sorry, my master,” Alucard purred. “I need to see you. We need to talk about what happened last night.”

Integra growled angrily, shut her eyes tightly with frustration and shot up from her bed. “How dare you disobey my orders you stupid-!” She froze when something touched her forehead. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Alucard sitting on her bed, hands in his lap and lips on her forehead. She stifled a gasp and kept as still as possible.

She watched carefully as he leaned away from her and smiled at her. “I’m not mad at you, Integra,” he said softly. “I can never be mad at my master.”

She frowned and grumbled, “I never want you to call me that again.”

“I though you like that,” he pouted playfully. “You said it sounded… sexy?” She gave him an evil glare and his grin grew wider. “My apologies…. Integra.” She glanced at him and sighed.

“Do you care for me?” he asked, causing her to jolt. Was he… joking or teasing her? No, he wasn’t smiling at all. His face was dead serious, which scared her horribly, but she kept her face straight.

“Alucard,” she sighed. “I don’t think you have any reason to know about-.”

“I didn’t ask if I had permission to ask you that question,” he interrupted calmly. “I asked if you cared for me. Do you respect me for more than your slave? Maybe as… a lover?”

“What?” she exclaimed, gripping her sheets tightly between her fists. “I… Alucard, I… don’t know what to say,” she finished with a huff.

“… Then don’t say anything,” he replied simply. “I always saw you… solving your problems physically.” Her face twisted with confusion. What on earth did he mean by that!?! Did he want her to… kiss him? Oh, God her father must be having a fit by now. She in a relationship with a vampire? It was… inexcusable and completely insane! But… ah, no don’t say it! Don’t even think about it! You don’t… love him!!! That’s insane… isn’t it? He was like… her knight in shining armor. The one she always dreamed of having ever since she was a little girl. He was always there to protect her… and she didn’t know what she would do if she ever lost him.

She realized that while in deep thought, she was slowly leaning towards the dark haired vampire. He wasn’t paying attention to her at all. His head was bowed and his eyes were closed, tired of waiting for her answer. She reached up delicately and cupped his cold, pale cheek with her hand. His eyes slowly opened as she turned his face towards hers and leaned towards him until her lips pushed gently against his. She felt him flinch slightly but after a short hesitation, his hand wrapped around her thin waist while the other one pressed against the back of her head to deepen the kiss. She slowly pulled away from him and looked into his deep amber eyes. He smirked and rested his forehead against hers. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he chuckled. She grimaced at his comment and his smile grew bigger.

“Now, would you like a cup of tea before you start your day?” he asked, standing up from the bed.

“Yes, of course,” she said sternly, folding her arms across her chest. “Two sugars, no cream please.”

“Yes… my master,” he purred, bowing deeply in front of Integra before walking towards her door.

“Alucard,” she called, motioning with her finger to come towards her. He cocked his eyebrow, slowly strode towards her and knelt in front of her. She took hold of his chin and kissed his forehead. “Come back soon. I’d like to… discuss a few more things with you.”

He gave her a wide grin and bowed his head. “Yes, Master,” he purred, brushing the tip of his nose against hers before slipping out of the door. She sat back in her bed and sighed contently. Her servant, her vampire, and now he was her lover. Sorry, Father.

* * *

“What the hell do you mean you let them get away?!” the voice on the speakerphone crackled, displeasure obvious through the static.

“Boss, it wasn’t our fault! We weren’t prepared!” a man with a thick black mustache complained into the receiver. He groaned instantly as his voice’s vibrations reverberated in his ears, causing his poor, abused head to ache even more.

The man beside him fiddled with his knit cap, also afflicted by the loud noise made by the phone and his friend. “Boss, we went into that bar to plan the kidnapping. Just like we told you. How were we supposed to know the targets would just waltz right in like that? It was a fluke!”

“DON’T TALK BACK TO ME!” the voice crackled much too loudly for comfort for the hangover suffering duo. “A failure is a failure!”

The man with the knit cap looked over at his comrade, who shrugged and winced at the same time. “Okay, Boss,” he said quietly, dejectedly. “We’re sorry. Won’t happen again, cross my heart.”

The mustached man let out a small, pained moan. “You can count on me and George, Boss. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. We’ll get them.”

“You better.”

The line went dead instantly.

George looked over at his mustachioed partner, Collin, and scowled. “Yo, Collin…that big Vamp who came in to get the Hellsing chick…did you get a good look at his gloves?”

Collin grimaced in a way that was obviously supposed to be a smile if he hadn’t been in so much pain. With a growl, he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his left pectoral. Right over his heart…was the Devil’s Star.

“Yeah. It’s like he was already prepared to join us.” George touched his own Satanic heart affectionately and grinned. “Oh, he’ll join us…we just need to get to his girlfriends first.”