Part 4

It had been precisely one week since Seras had made her suicide attempt, and things appeared to be getting a lot better. It had taken only four days to fully recover from her injuries. However her attitude was somewhat hard to change. She was extremely quiet, keeping to herself and avoiding contact with other people. She had said that she just needed time to herself to think about things. After three days of seclusion she came out of her room and asked Integra if there were any mission that she could go on. My master had been extremely worried about her, I knew she could be cold hearted sometimes but I knew for a fact that she would never strike Seras ever again. My master turned to me and gave me a look as if to ask for my permission to let her go. I gave a small nod.

"There has been a small freak problem just outside of London, a singular freak and a few ghouls. Take a squad and deal with the problem." Seras gave a small smile to Integra and said

"Wouldn't it be easier if I went alone. If there is such a small problem then it is kinda silly sending a whole squad, if you don't mind me saying." I blinked a few time. I really didn't like that idea. I had hardly let my eyes off of Seras for the last week without her knowledge, and her going out on her own to fight a bunch of ghouls didn't appeal to me. I had to intervene, so I put forward a proposition.

"Master, she has a point. What if she and I go? I will be able to teleport us and we will have the problem dealt with in no time."

Integra no doubt caught onto why I wanted to go along.

"All right then, on you go." Seras saluted and walked out in order to pick up her weapon, I followed behind her.


Once we reached the armoury, she walked over to a bunch of lockers and pulled out her anti-freak cannon. It was funny how at first glance that you would think the gun would crush the poor girl, but she sure as hell knew how to use it. Let me put it this way, I like girls with guns. She loaded up some ammunition and walked over to me.

"We better get going." I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly to me. In a moment we were engulfed in a sea of black, and then just a quickly as it appeared, it disappeared revealing and old abandoned factory. I loosened my grip but didn't release her.

"Nice place" she said sarcastically.

I just chuckled. "Lets get this over with so that we can go home. Walter said he was going to get me a new gun."

She looked at me quizzically and said "It wouldn't happen to be replacing your Casull now would it?"

I just looked at the ground. She was right. I didn't want it. Every time I held it or looked at it I just remembered it in her hands and why she had it. She tilted my face up with at finger under my chin. I looked at her, pain evident I my eyes, I nodded softly.

"Alucard, I know that you love that silly gun. Don't let my stupid decisions make you throw it away."

I did really love the gun. It was my favourite of the two I had. I gave her another nod and released her. Then without any warning she lent up and kissed me on the cheek. I stared at her for a moment and smiled.

"Now let get rid of this stupid freak before Integra thinks we are getting our ass kicked by a low life." And with that she skipped away. I just shook my head laughing quietly. Then I remembered an old saying, one that was becoming more true the more I stayed around Seras, 'Women are meant to be loved, not understood.'


We entered the factory via an old broken down fire door. There was no sign of movement or any form of life, not even insects. We proceeded threw a large corridor to asset of double doors. On the other side you could hear babbling and whispers, as well as groans coming from some ghouls. I looked to Seras and she nodded to me, holding her cannon, ready to attack. With one of my infamous manic grins I kicked down the door and began to shoot the first ghoul in site. Integra was right about it being a small problem, there was a whole nine ghouls, eight now, ok five now thanks to Seras and her cannon and one pathetic looking ghoul. Seras proceeded to take out ever ghoul, sending there remains flying while I decided to advance on the freak. With a single, well aimed shot he was dust.


The mission in total had taken us ten minutes to complete. Two if you excluded the time it took to get here and our little chat. Then I began to think about why she had kissed me. I knew she cared for me, she conveyed her feelings in letter to me, the one which I now kept well hidden underneath my coffin. I heard sneezing from her direction and looked up. While dusting off her clothes she inhaled some of the ashes causing her to go into a sneezing fit. The funniest part of it was she sneezed like a kitten.

"Aww poor kitten." She just looked at me and coughed a few times before calming herself.

"Master, why is it that you don't call me police girl any more?" I gave out a long sigh; did she not remember what she had written in the letter about calling her names?

"You said in the letter that you didn't like getting called names." I lowered my gaze to the ground and kicked at the remains of a ghoul. She moved to stand in front of me and smiled, forcing me to look at her.

"When I said that I meant really mean things like, well you can guess. I guess the police girl thing grew on me. It was more a nickname that only you had for me. I learned to like it."

I gave her a gentle smile. "Now let's go home, my stomach is talking to me." My smile broadened, wrapping my arms around her I teleported us back to Sir Integra and gave her a brief report before going to Seras' room. Once we had settled on her bed beside each other I pulled two blood packs from my jacket pocket and gave one to her. She instantly began to drink, she was really hungry. After finishing our meals, we binned the blood packet and I bid her a good-day since the sun would rise soon.

However the way she would say good-day to me was most surprising. She wrapped both her arms around my neck and pulled me into a slow deep kiss. There were no duelling tongues, no rough caresses, just the softest meshing of lips and the gentlest of touches. We reluctantly pulled away from each other and she whispered "good-day." I walked out of that room with a grin to match the Cheshire cats, and I knew she was the same. That saying was so right. Women were made to be loved, not understood.

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