15. The Bordello, "Emo fic is emo" (Hellsing/ Alucard x Seras)
Pairing/Fandom: AlucardxSeras/Hellsing
Theme: 15. Bordello or "Dude looks like a lady of the night!"
Title: "Emo fic is emo", or, "In Which Seras becomes a prostitute and Alucard disapproves and teaches her a lesson and there's emoness and stuff."
Author/Artist: Me!
Disclaimer: Do not own anything. Except this particular stringing together of words.
Warning: Serious emoness. semi-rapeness, but I mean it is ALUCARD we're talking about. and my beta liked it too much to do a proper critique except to note that I had an open paragraph and another was blocky. I didn't fix the latter, lol.
Alucard found himself accidentally eavesdropping on the most interesting conversation. He had begun to phase through the wall into his Master's office, but had made himself part of the wall when he heard her and her fledgling discussing something in low tones.
"You know I can't officially put you on the payroll, Seras." His Master was calling the police girl by name. It must be a serious conversation. "You are dead, after all."
"Yes, Sir Integra." His fledgling's voice was soft... hurt. She looked down at her hands. "I understand."
"However..." Sir Integra slid an envelope across her desk. "I've managed to get by without questions by 'loaning' some money to a friend in need."
Seras's head jerked up, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips as she realized what was happening. "Thank you, Sir Integra!" She tucked the envelope into her shirt.
"Seras..." Integra put a hand on Seras's. "Please finish this business quickly. I don't like the idea of it, even if you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself."
His fledgling nodded. "Yes, Sir. I promise to be careful."
Integra sighed. "You're dismissed then. You probably want to leave soon, anyways. Shall I have Walter drive you there?"
"No! Please no. I think I'd die if anyone but you knew. Especially Walter or my Master."
"Very well. Talk to the garage keeper and tell him you have my permission to borrow a vehicle." She waved her hand, and Seras rose to leave.
Alucard waited until his Master was alone to confront her. "What are you and my fledgling up to, Master?"
"I presume you saw everything?" She asked dryly.
"Naturally. Care to explain?"
"It's none of your business." She ignored him, focusing on her paperwork.
"It's my business because it involves my fledgling." Alucard growled.
"Then perhaps you should ask her, Alucard." She raised her eyes to give him a pointed stare. "I'll summon you if I need you."
Alucard shifted into his shadow state and followed Seras's trail. She was just leaving the Hellsing Manor on, of all things, a sleek black motorcycle. He traced her several miles to a modest hotel between the roughest part of town and the middle class section. She parked her borrowed motorcycle in a parking lot across the street and meandered towards the building.
Alucard picked up on a few young men nearby, all of them restless and full of testosterone. He sensed them latch onto Seras as their target, and with little more than a flick of his shadowy fingers they collapsed into a heap on the side of the road. He raided their pockets and watched his Police Girl walk into the building, oblivious to what she had just avoided.
By the time Alucard had made himself part of the wall, an older woman was examining Seras in a back room. "We'll charge a bit extra for your first time." She was saying. "I think we can get away with it, yes, I do. We'll play up your innocence. What size do you wear, a 14? Bust would be a 36 E, maybe? Take your shirt off, love."
"Er, actually it's a 36 G, I think." Seras did as she was told.
"It's an unusual size, but I'm sure I have something for it." The older woman turned to one of the numerous clothing racks in the room. "Try this on, dear." She handed Seras a rich blue dress, if you could call that little material a "dress". "Take your brassiere off first."
Seras unsnapped her bra and dropped it to the floor before pulling the lingerie on. It was a perfect fit, flattering and showing off just the right places. The older woman nodded her approval as well.
"That will definitely do." She pointed through a door. "Go wait in that room. I'll send someone in soon."
Alucard checked the wallets he had borrowed from the hooligans on the street. He was pleased to discover a cheque book in one of them. The plan he was devising couldn't be more perfect. He glanced into the woman's mind-- Madame Pace, as she apparently called herself-- and retrieved the code words she had developed for this particular aspect of her business.
As soon as he saw the eccentric-looking old woman enter the main lobby of the hotel, he turned himself back into solid form, minus coat, hat, and sunglasses, and entered through the main entrance.
"Can I help you? Are you interested in a room?"
He smiled, keeping his lips closed. "I hear you specialize in a certain type of goods."
"I specialize in many types of goods."
"I'm looking for an obscure delicacy." It was all he could do not to laugh at the absurdity of her code words, but he managed to restrain himself.
"Then you've come to the right place. Any particular flavor, good gentleman?"
Good gentleman. He nearly scoffed out loud that time. "Yes. Please get me something young, blond, and full-chested. The less experience the better."
"How much are you willing to pay?" She got a sly look about her.
"Price is not an issue."
"Then I have just the one for you. Is a virgin fine?"
"Preferable." He grinned, being careful to hide his pointed teeth from her view. "For the entire night, please."
"It will be a thousand pounds for the honor of deflowering her." Alucard himself had never had to pay for sex, but he was aware that the price was exorbitantly high. Still, the building wasn't a trash heap in the slimiest area of England by any stretch of the imagination. And besides, it was someone else's money.
"But of course." He quickly wrote out the cheque and gave it to her.
"Just a moment, please." She pocketed the cheque and disappeared through the door. Alucard sensed out for his fledgling, still hiding his presence from her. He fed off of her fear, nervousness, and disgust as the brothel-keeper informed her that she had her first customer.
He sensed them coming and slowly released his stealthed presence from her. [I'm nearby, Police Girl. Please try not to act surprised if you happen to see me.]
[Master? But... why are you here?]
He didn't answer her. The door opened, and Seras followed her new employer into the lobby. "Oh! Er, hullo..." He watched in amusement as she tried not to jump at the sight of him standing there.
"Hello there." He strode towards her. "Thank you, that will be all." He nodded to 'Madame Pace'. "Please, lead the way, my dear."
She took his hand and led him into the hallway, letting the door close completely before shooting him an angry look.
"Flowers." He plucked a sprig out from the pin in her hair. "A lovely touch, I admit. Very innocent-looking, my draculina."
"What are you doing here, Master?" She glared at him, opening the door to the room she was apparently using for the night.
"I've purchased you for the night." He locked the door behind him. "Now, what are *you* doing here?"
"I needed money." His fledgling crossed her arms. "Speaking of which, how did you get money to 'purchase' me?"
"It's of no relevance to our conversation."
"Really, Master. Are you here to tease me? Ridicule me?"
"I'm here to deflower you. I thought that was obvious.
"Is this all just a game to you?" she sank onto the bed. "Master, I could be actually making money right now--"
"You'll get your cut of the thousand pounds." He cut her off. "Why are you working here? What could possibly be so dire a circumstance that you degrade yourself like this?"
Seras hung her head. "I injured a little girl on one of my missions alone. She lost an arm, her spleen, and some of her small intestine. Her family didn't have insurance or much money and couldn't afford the bills. So I'm paying for it."
"Sir Integra can pay for it."
"Sir Integra can't simply pull ten thousand pounds out of her bank account!" Seras put her hands on her hips. "And I wouldn't ask her to! She's already given me as much as she can without people asking questions."
"There are other ways to get large sums of money quickly without degrading yourself to the level of a human whore."
"Name one. I refuse to steal or scare people into giving me money."
That did limit her options. "You're a fool for even caring about the fate of a mortal child.
Her lower lip trembled. "Master, I was once shot in the stomach. Was it a waste for them to care about me? To save me?"
"The whole family is probably afraid of you." He ignored her question. "You're a monster. Or have you forgotten that? And by the time you're able to give them the money you've earned, you'll be a monster covered in filth from the human men you've rented your body to."
"I don't care." There was strong aura to his fledgling, and it pleased him and angered him simultaneously. "The little girl will be able to grow up and live out the rest of her life normally. They can reattach limbs now. I'd rather do this now and have a clean conscience than live out the rest of my eternal existence in guilt for what I've done."
"Then I'll be the first to degrade you." He snapped. "Get on your knees."
"What?"
"I've paid for you, haven't I? On your knees."
"You probably stole the money, anyways." Seras said coolly, but she did as he said.
He unbuttoned his pants, watching her expression closely. Her face stayed carefully blank, but he read her thoughts and found panic, excitement, and outright terror there. When he was fully out, he put his hand on her head to remind her of her task.
"Are we really going to do this?" She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide.
"Of course." He nudged her head towards him. "You're supposed to stop talking now."
"I don't know what to do."
"Use your tongue."
She extended her long tongue as far as it would reach out of her mouth and touched the tip of it to the top of his erect member. She wrinkled her nose.
"Is that how you expect to make money?" He chided her. "Try again."
"But Sir, it's not even very warm..."
"Then pretend that it is." He was getting impatient. He reached down and positioned her head the way he wanted it, then pulled her onto him. Alucard wrapped his fingers in her hair and thrust into her mouth, using her hair to keep her head still.
She tolerated it and tried to cooperate, gagging occasionally but mostly looking up at him for approval. When she seemed to understand the basics, he stopped.
"I'm ready for the main course."
"Sir?"
"Get on the bed."
He laid down on his back, and she hesitantly climbed on top of him.
"Master, I don't know how to do this." She straddled one of his legs.
He lifted her up and put her in the right place. "Lower yourself onto me."
She did, gasping and biting her lip in pain all the while. He forced her down a little faster, and she cried out. "Master!"
"You have to do it repeatedly, Police Girl." He smirked at her. "I didn't realize the sexual education programs in England's public school system had gotten so bad."
She braced herself using his chest and slowly raised herself up, then lowered herself back down.
"Faster!" He grabbed her by the hips and moved her a faster speed. This, of course, elicited more cries from her. "How do you expect me to climax with you going so slowly? Are you trying to make me fall asleep so you can steal my wallet? How unexpectedly cunning of you, Police Girl."
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she gasped in pain with each movement. "Stop it, Master. This isn't funny." She struggled to get off of him. "You're making fun of me while I'm in pain."
"Do you think your other clients are going to be any less cruel?" He rolled them over so that she was on her back. As soon as he had topped her, he resumed what they had been doing before, going at his desired pace this time. She lay under him, her jaw clenched as tightly as her hands on his shirt. "Do you think your other clients will be any less selfish or sadistic? They're paying good money for the right to desecrate your body. You should really work on your technique so they get their money's worth."
"Master..." She sobbed. The salt of her tears mixed with her delicate flowery perfume, producing a strangely exotic scent.
"Does it hurt?" He didn't get an answer. "What are you going to do when a stranger tries to rape you, Seras? Are you going to use your vampiric strength to protect yourself at the expensive revealing what you really are? Or will you let them do whatever they please to you? Answer me!"
She completely fell apart, sobbing incoherently and trying to curl into a fetal position underneath him. He pulled out, caressing her thigh. He had accomplished what he'd come to do.
"Be quiet." He lowered his head to lick the blood away from her entrance. Her cries stopped as the pain left her, courtesy of the healing powers of vampire saliva. Alucard sighed and laid down next to her on the bed.
After a moment, she crawled to him and laid her head on his chest, still hiccuping occasionally. Alucard hid a smile. That had always been his wives' eventual response to his correction, too. He laid a hand on her head, petting her to let her know everything was alright again.
She reached down and took hold of his still-erect penis, running her fingers up and down it. He put his hand over hers, tightening it around his shaft and guiding it in the right rhythm. When he was close, he stood up and finished so that it landed perfectly on her fair left cheek.
"Good job, Draculina." He buttoned his pants and produced his hat and coat out of nothing.
"Master!" She jumped up, wiping her face on her hand. "Can't I come home with you? I'll be dressed in just a minute, if you'll wait."
"You have to work." He reminded her.
Her eyes widened. "But I thought--"
"If you still want to whore yourself out, see me when you make it back to the Hellsing Manor." He began to go invisible. "I'm sure I can arrange something for you, and I'll charge you considerably less than that old hag who's currently managing you."
With that, he teleported back to the Manor, a pleased smile the only evidence of that evening's adventure.
Epilogue
Alucard found Seras curled into a ball in his coffin, just as Walter had warned him.
"Did you give the family your final paycheck?" He asked conversationally. He knew everything, of course, but he wanted to hear her say it.
She nodded. "Twenty three."
"Twenty-three what, Police Girl?" He wanted her to say it all.
"I slept with twenty-three strangers and acquaintaces for the money."
"And? How is the 'sweet little girl' you so sacrificingly sold your body for?"
"Dead." There was no emotion at all in his fledgling's voice. "Her heart stopped on the operating table. It would have been the last surgery she needed."
"I know." Alucard climbed into the coffin with her. "I hope you've learned your lesson."
She rolled over to face him and pressed her cheek against his chest. He allowed her to, though he didn't return her touch.
"Next time, don't try to be God to humans." He reprianded her gently. "We are demons, not angels. Interfering with the human world will only result in pain. Do you understand, Seras Victoria?"
"Yes, my Master." She whispered. Alucard put his arms around her; it would be alright to reward her now that she had acknowledged the natural consequences of her altruism.
"Good girl."
Theme: 15. Bordello or "Dude looks like a lady of the night!"
Title: "Emo fic is emo", or, "In Which Seras becomes a prostitute and Alucard disapproves and teaches her a lesson and there's emoness and stuff."
Author/Artist: Me!
Disclaimer: Do not own anything. Except this particular stringing together of words.
Warning: Serious emoness. semi-rapeness, but I mean it is ALUCARD we're talking about. and my beta liked it too much to do a proper critique except to note that I had an open paragraph and another was blocky. I didn't fix the latter, lol.
Alucard found himself accidentally eavesdropping on the most interesting conversation. He had begun to phase through the wall into his Master's office, but had made himself part of the wall when he heard her and her fledgling discussing something in low tones.
"You know I can't officially put you on the payroll, Seras." His Master was calling the police girl by name. It must be a serious conversation. "You are dead, after all."
"Yes, Sir Integra." His fledgling's voice was soft... hurt. She looked down at her hands. "I understand."
"However..." Sir Integra slid an envelope across her desk. "I've managed to get by without questions by 'loaning' some money to a friend in need."
Seras's head jerked up, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips as she realized what was happening. "Thank you, Sir Integra!" She tucked the envelope into her shirt.
"Seras..." Integra put a hand on Seras's. "Please finish this business quickly. I don't like the idea of it, even if you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself."
His fledgling nodded. "Yes, Sir. I promise to be careful."
Integra sighed. "You're dismissed then. You probably want to leave soon, anyways. Shall I have Walter drive you there?"
"No! Please no. I think I'd die if anyone but you knew. Especially Walter or my Master."
"Very well. Talk to the garage keeper and tell him you have my permission to borrow a vehicle." She waved her hand, and Seras rose to leave.
Alucard waited until his Master was alone to confront her. "What are you and my fledgling up to, Master?"
"I presume you saw everything?" She asked dryly.
"Naturally. Care to explain?"
"It's none of your business." She ignored him, focusing on her paperwork.
"It's my business because it involves my fledgling." Alucard growled.
"Then perhaps you should ask her, Alucard." She raised her eyes to give him a pointed stare. "I'll summon you if I need you."
Alucard shifted into his shadow state and followed Seras's trail. She was just leaving the Hellsing Manor on, of all things, a sleek black motorcycle. He traced her several miles to a modest hotel between the roughest part of town and the middle class section. She parked her borrowed motorcycle in a parking lot across the street and meandered towards the building.
Alucard picked up on a few young men nearby, all of them restless and full of testosterone. He sensed them latch onto Seras as their target, and with little more than a flick of his shadowy fingers they collapsed into a heap on the side of the road. He raided their pockets and watched his Police Girl walk into the building, oblivious to what she had just avoided.
By the time Alucard had made himself part of the wall, an older woman was examining Seras in a back room. "We'll charge a bit extra for your first time." She was saying. "I think we can get away with it, yes, I do. We'll play up your innocence. What size do you wear, a 14? Bust would be a 36 E, maybe? Take your shirt off, love."
"Er, actually it's a 36 G, I think." Seras did as she was told.
"It's an unusual size, but I'm sure I have something for it." The older woman turned to one of the numerous clothing racks in the room. "Try this on, dear." She handed Seras a rich blue dress, if you could call that little material a "dress". "Take your brassiere off first."
Seras unsnapped her bra and dropped it to the floor before pulling the lingerie on. It was a perfect fit, flattering and showing off just the right places. The older woman nodded her approval as well.
"That will definitely do." She pointed through a door. "Go wait in that room. I'll send someone in soon."
Alucard checked the wallets he had borrowed from the hooligans on the street. He was pleased to discover a cheque book in one of them. The plan he was devising couldn't be more perfect. He glanced into the woman's mind-- Madame Pace, as she apparently called herself-- and retrieved the code words she had developed for this particular aspect of her business.
As soon as he saw the eccentric-looking old woman enter the main lobby of the hotel, he turned himself back into solid form, minus coat, hat, and sunglasses, and entered through the main entrance.
"Can I help you? Are you interested in a room?"
He smiled, keeping his lips closed. "I hear you specialize in a certain type of goods."
"I specialize in many types of goods."
"I'm looking for an obscure delicacy." It was all he could do not to laugh at the absurdity of her code words, but he managed to restrain himself.
"Then you've come to the right place. Any particular flavor, good gentleman?"
Good gentleman. He nearly scoffed out loud that time. "Yes. Please get me something young, blond, and full-chested. The less experience the better."
"How much are you willing to pay?" She got a sly look about her.
"Price is not an issue."
"Then I have just the one for you. Is a virgin fine?"
"Preferable." He grinned, being careful to hide his pointed teeth from her view. "For the entire night, please."
"It will be a thousand pounds for the honor of deflowering her." Alucard himself had never had to pay for sex, but he was aware that the price was exorbitantly high. Still, the building wasn't a trash heap in the slimiest area of England by any stretch of the imagination. And besides, it was someone else's money.
"But of course." He quickly wrote out the cheque and gave it to her.
"Just a moment, please." She pocketed the cheque and disappeared through the door. Alucard sensed out for his fledgling, still hiding his presence from her. He fed off of her fear, nervousness, and disgust as the brothel-keeper informed her that she had her first customer.
He sensed them coming and slowly released his stealthed presence from her. [I'm nearby, Police Girl. Please try not to act surprised if you happen to see me.]
[Master? But... why are you here?]
He didn't answer her. The door opened, and Seras followed her new employer into the lobby. "Oh! Er, hullo..." He watched in amusement as she tried not to jump at the sight of him standing there.
"Hello there." He strode towards her. "Thank you, that will be all." He nodded to 'Madame Pace'. "Please, lead the way, my dear."
She took his hand and led him into the hallway, letting the door close completely before shooting him an angry look.
"Flowers." He plucked a sprig out from the pin in her hair. "A lovely touch, I admit. Very innocent-looking, my draculina."
"What are you doing here, Master?" She glared at him, opening the door to the room she was apparently using for the night.
"I've purchased you for the night." He locked the door behind him. "Now, what are *you* doing here?"
"I needed money." His fledgling crossed her arms. "Speaking of which, how did you get money to 'purchase' me?"
"It's of no relevance to our conversation."
"Really, Master. Are you here to tease me? Ridicule me?"
"I'm here to deflower you. I thought that was obvious.
"Is this all just a game to you?" she sank onto the bed. "Master, I could be actually making money right now--"
"You'll get your cut of the thousand pounds." He cut her off. "Why are you working here? What could possibly be so dire a circumstance that you degrade yourself like this?"
Seras hung her head. "I injured a little girl on one of my missions alone. She lost an arm, her spleen, and some of her small intestine. Her family didn't have insurance or much money and couldn't afford the bills. So I'm paying for it."
"Sir Integra can pay for it."
"Sir Integra can't simply pull ten thousand pounds out of her bank account!" Seras put her hands on her hips. "And I wouldn't ask her to! She's already given me as much as she can without people asking questions."
"There are other ways to get large sums of money quickly without degrading yourself to the level of a human whore."
"Name one. I refuse to steal or scare people into giving me money."
That did limit her options. "You're a fool for even caring about the fate of a mortal child.
Her lower lip trembled. "Master, I was once shot in the stomach. Was it a waste for them to care about me? To save me?"
"The whole family is probably afraid of you." He ignored her question. "You're a monster. Or have you forgotten that? And by the time you're able to give them the money you've earned, you'll be a monster covered in filth from the human men you've rented your body to."
"I don't care." There was strong aura to his fledgling, and it pleased him and angered him simultaneously. "The little girl will be able to grow up and live out the rest of her life normally. They can reattach limbs now. I'd rather do this now and have a clean conscience than live out the rest of my eternal existence in guilt for what I've done."
"Then I'll be the first to degrade you." He snapped. "Get on your knees."
"What?"
"I've paid for you, haven't I? On your knees."
"You probably stole the money, anyways." Seras said coolly, but she did as he said.
He unbuttoned his pants, watching her expression closely. Her face stayed carefully blank, but he read her thoughts and found panic, excitement, and outright terror there. When he was fully out, he put his hand on her head to remind her of her task.
"Are we really going to do this?" She looked up at him, her blue eyes wide.
"Of course." He nudged her head towards him. "You're supposed to stop talking now."
"I don't know what to do."
"Use your tongue."
She extended her long tongue as far as it would reach out of her mouth and touched the tip of it to the top of his erect member. She wrinkled her nose.
"Is that how you expect to make money?" He chided her. "Try again."
"But Sir, it's not even very warm..."
"Then pretend that it is." He was getting impatient. He reached down and positioned her head the way he wanted it, then pulled her onto him. Alucard wrapped his fingers in her hair and thrust into her mouth, using her hair to keep her head still.
She tolerated it and tried to cooperate, gagging occasionally but mostly looking up at him for approval. When she seemed to understand the basics, he stopped.
"I'm ready for the main course."
"Sir?"
"Get on the bed."
He laid down on his back, and she hesitantly climbed on top of him.
"Master, I don't know how to do this." She straddled one of his legs.
He lifted her up and put her in the right place. "Lower yourself onto me."
She did, gasping and biting her lip in pain all the while. He forced her down a little faster, and she cried out. "Master!"
"You have to do it repeatedly, Police Girl." He smirked at her. "I didn't realize the sexual education programs in England's public school system had gotten so bad."
She braced herself using his chest and slowly raised herself up, then lowered herself back down.
"Faster!" He grabbed her by the hips and moved her a faster speed. This, of course, elicited more cries from her. "How do you expect me to climax with you going so slowly? Are you trying to make me fall asleep so you can steal my wallet? How unexpectedly cunning of you, Police Girl."
Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she gasped in pain with each movement. "Stop it, Master. This isn't funny." She struggled to get off of him. "You're making fun of me while I'm in pain."
"Do you think your other clients are going to be any less cruel?" He rolled them over so that she was on her back. As soon as he had topped her, he resumed what they had been doing before, going at his desired pace this time. She lay under him, her jaw clenched as tightly as her hands on his shirt. "Do you think your other clients will be any less selfish or sadistic? They're paying good money for the right to desecrate your body. You should really work on your technique so they get their money's worth."
"Master..." She sobbed. The salt of her tears mixed with her delicate flowery perfume, producing a strangely exotic scent.
"Does it hurt?" He didn't get an answer. "What are you going to do when a stranger tries to rape you, Seras? Are you going to use your vampiric strength to protect yourself at the expensive revealing what you really are? Or will you let them do whatever they please to you? Answer me!"
She completely fell apart, sobbing incoherently and trying to curl into a fetal position underneath him. He pulled out, caressing her thigh. He had accomplished what he'd come to do.
"Be quiet." He lowered his head to lick the blood away from her entrance. Her cries stopped as the pain left her, courtesy of the healing powers of vampire saliva. Alucard sighed and laid down next to her on the bed.
After a moment, she crawled to him and laid her head on his chest, still hiccuping occasionally. Alucard hid a smile. That had always been his wives' eventual response to his correction, too. He laid a hand on her head, petting her to let her know everything was alright again.
She reached down and took hold of his still-erect penis, running her fingers up and down it. He put his hand over hers, tightening it around his shaft and guiding it in the right rhythm. When he was close, he stood up and finished so that it landed perfectly on her fair left cheek.
"Good job, Draculina." He buttoned his pants and produced his hat and coat out of nothing.
"Master!" She jumped up, wiping her face on her hand. "Can't I come home with you? I'll be dressed in just a minute, if you'll wait."
"You have to work." He reminded her.
Her eyes widened. "But I thought--"
"If you still want to whore yourself out, see me when you make it back to the Hellsing Manor." He began to go invisible. "I'm sure I can arrange something for you, and I'll charge you considerably less than that old hag who's currently managing you."
With that, he teleported back to the Manor, a pleased smile the only evidence of that evening's adventure.
Epilogue
Alucard found Seras curled into a ball in his coffin, just as Walter had warned him.
"Did you give the family your final paycheck?" He asked conversationally. He knew everything, of course, but he wanted to hear her say it.
She nodded. "Twenty three."
"Twenty-three what, Police Girl?" He wanted her to say it all.
"I slept with twenty-three strangers and acquaintaces for the money."
"And? How is the 'sweet little girl' you so sacrificingly sold your body for?"
"Dead." There was no emotion at all in his fledgling's voice. "Her heart stopped on the operating table. It would have been the last surgery she needed."
"I know." Alucard climbed into the coffin with her. "I hope you've learned your lesson."
She rolled over to face him and pressed her cheek against his chest. He allowed her to, though he didn't return her touch.
"Next time, don't try to be God to humans." He reprianded her gently. "We are demons, not angels. Interfering with the human world will only result in pain. Do you understand, Seras Victoria?"
"Yes, my Master." She whispered. Alucard put his arms around her; it would be alright to reward her now that she had acknowledged the natural consequences of her altruism.
"Good girl."