sirenspull_logs | Stoker Household Activity Log: April (Mmm Sacrelicious...)

When Walter awoke, exited the bed and went about his daily tasks, Alucard merely spread out like an amorphous vampire blob to steal into Walter's lingering warmth on the sheets and doze once more. The dozing lasted all afternoon, though he was surely awake by early evening. Awake, ravenous, but rather unwilling to leave the bed.

The sheets had cooled to his own nonexistent body temperature, he was not tired- there was no reason to linger between the covers, and yet he had no reason to emerge. Darkness monsters? Been there, done that.

A strong desire for blood warred with the newfound laziness, but could not overcome it. Perhaps Walter would feed him here. It was all the same difference, really. And he wanted.

Integra was normally a fairly active person. She'd had to be, after all -- who else was going to run the Organization? No matter what, the heiress had always done what needed to be done, whether or not she was sick or exhausted or even injured.

Even here, she'd woken at dawn on her own, had gotten dressed and done her own thing throughout the day. In her mind, just because she was not at home, her duties still remained... as much as they could in such a place, of course.

So naturally, Integra herself did not understand the sudden feeling, the sudden need to stay in bed today. It was well past noon when she finally pried her eyes open and rolled over to see the time. Oh, she'd been awake a few times, naturally. Her body wouldn't allow her to just sleep the entire time, but she hadn't gotten out of bed.

Groaning, she merely rolled over onto her side, pulled the covers over her head, and proceeded to close her eyes again. No, she just simply could not be bothered today.

The door slammed.

Seras slammed a door, that is and the poor piece of wood shook questionably upon its hinges for a few moments before settling, still on its hinges. Work today had been maddening and the sirens were just starting to blare after she came in, heading straight downstairs to her room, seeking a change of clothing.

Quite unlike her normal self tonight Seras felt an unquestionable need to kill something and woe betide any Darkness monsters who ventured out tonight

She was just -- just sick of having to stay so polite in the face of criminals who were constantly rude or making suggestive comments at her, of course she couldn't just give them a crack round the earhole because that wouldn't be right, would it? That would be misconduct instead of giving some twat who deserved it a good put down.

Just... just urgh! Ever since monday her temper had started to gro shorter and shorter and tonight it seemed was hitting the roof.

Unfortunately for the poor Police Girl, someone was inhabiting her bed. That someone happened to be Sir Integra Hellsing, who was currently sprawled out across the poor Draculina's mattress, dressed in her pajamas.

The door slamming had set off alarms in her head, something bad could potentially be happening. Someone perhaps was angry, or perhaps something had managed to slip into the house. That didn't matter, though. She couldn't be bothered about it... and then Seras entered.

"...Police Girl. Couldn't you have been a bit more quiet?"

As it drew into the evening and Alucard had yet to make an appearance, the young human became curious as to the whereabouts of his partner. Parting momentarily from his evening duties, Hellsing's butler made a preliminary search of the rooms of the basement, and when that search failed to yield results, took a moment to glance over the yard in the back, as the lack of trees shadowing that portion of the land afforded the area a clear view of the waning moon.

Alucard, however, was no where to be seen. And since the vampire was not out in the yard, nor in any of the rooms which he had free reign to wander at will, Walter returned to the last place in the house the vampire frequented whilst the living in the household remained awake and alert; to the room in which Walter had last seen him. To Walter's own room.

Fortunately, Alucard was there. But he hadn't seemed to have moved from where Walter had left him hours ago. For the life of him, Walter could not understand why.

"I'm surprised. You're usually up and about by now."

Alucard barely deigned to glance at Walter, turning his head slowly and shifting only slightly under the now messy pile of blankets, "Mm, why bother rising? Nothing to do. Slide in, Walter, the sheets have grown cold- only first, bring me dinner? I'm ravenous." He shifted again, very slowly, deliberately, seeming to ooze and take up the entirety of the bed, barring Walter access until he obeyed the request for dinner.

It wasn't an abnormal request, in Alucard's opinion, Walter was up and mobile and obviously wanted to be up and mobile. Why not put all of that youthful life and energy to a good purpose? Namely taking the edge off this piggish need to indulge, to bloat himself with blood like a fat tick.

Seras' angry stomping was momentarily flummoxed when she arrived to her room and found...

"Miss Integra, what are you doing in my bed?"

Now granted, Seras didn't exactly use her bed for sleeping, there was a rather lovely coffin occupying a space on the floor for that, but still! It wasn't an everyday occurence to find your superior kipping in your room, dressed in their pyjamas no less.

Seras didn't think she'd ever seen Integra dressed in anything other than suits.

"What does it look like, Police Girl?" Integra mumbled, grunting as she struggled to pull the covers back over herself... and over her head, too. "I'm trying to sleep. My bed wasn't as comfortable as I thought so I had to come in here."

Which was a lie. Her room had been perfectly fine, but she'd felt compelled to come here instead. It wasn't fair, this bed never got used, and so SOMEONE had to use it, right?

"I thought we had already gone over being too loud a long time ago," she blurted out suddenly, voice muffled from the covers.

"Well I -- I mean that's obvious, I just meant why my bed. There's plenty of other beds in the manor." Seras said, with a twinge of irritation. The vampire huffed and folded her arms as Integra's sleep mussed head disappeared from view once more.

She walked over to the side of the bed and managed to hear clearly what was said next. "I wasn't being loud!"

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"Because I can, and because you'll let me," was all she had to state back to that comment. If Seras thought she was getting any privacy in her own room, she was wrong.

Integra felt her eye twitch when the draculina spoke up again. "You're being loud now, too. Shut up."

"Who says I'll let you?" Seras said in a surly tone, "I haven't let you yet, you just snuck in while I was at work, like bleeding Goldilocks." Which was a comparison which threatened to put a smile on her face. What the hell, Integra could hardly see it anyway, and she would even if her boss was looking!

"I am not being loud! And what hour do you call this to be in bed, anyway?"

"Because you don't have a choice," came Integra's bland response. That last bit, however, had her eyes narrowing under the covers. A hand shot out to point accusingly in Seras' direction. "How dare you! I'm hardly like Goldilocks. What does that make you, Baby Bear?"

Dropping her hand back down, it hung at the edge of the bed. "You're being louder than before. I call it a good hour for being in bed. Go away."

"S'what Goldilocks did! Sneaking into other people's beds!" Seras pointed out, then gawked. "I'm hardly a baby bear! Least you have the hair to be Goldie. Maybe Sleeping Beauty since you're still in bed." she glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's past eight at night! I'm supposed to be the nocturnal one, you know."

"You have the hair to be Goldie, too. Also, if I were Sleeping Beauty, I'd be in a glass coffin," she retorted, weakly pointing again. Sort of. "Would you rather I use your coffin, in that case?"

Pausing, her hand rotated in a circle, before dropping back down. "Then go and be nocturnal. This is a good time for me to be in bed. Specifically, yours."

"It's Snow White who had the glass coffin, I'm sure." she rolled her eyes. "Well princesses in fairy tales always have long hair, anyway." her eyes flicked to the coffin, "Only if you wanted to suffocate." Be her own fault then, wouldn't it? Though she was sure no one else would see it that way, blame Seras of course.

"You'll get bed sores." Seras said accusingly, turning to go to her wardrobe and undoing the buttons of her uniform shirt.

"Same difference. I didn't have time as a child to listen to all of that fairy tale nonsense," she muttered, dragging her hand back under the covers. At this point, she was nothing more than a giant ball of sheets and covers. "I never said I'd sleep with the lid on, Police Girl. I'm not stupid."

The heiress was quiet for a moment. "I will not. Stop lecturing me, you aren't my mother," she snapped back, pulling the blankets tighter around herself.

"Well that's a shame for you." Seras muttered herself, too low perhaps for Integra to hear as she pulled off her work shirt and reached into the closet for a simple black one. "No, just lazy evidently." she shot back, with a tone she would have been scandalised to hear herself use under any other circumstances.

Pulling the t-shirt over her head she yanked it down and turned back to look at the pile of blankets for a moment. That comment sobered her at least a little, "... well still, it is ridiculous, you being in bed all this time. Have you even eaten anything today?"

"Shut up," she snapped again, but really there was no bite to her bark. She just didn't care tonight, despite the fact that usually she would have been all over Seras for that comment. Or at least she would have taken a good shot at her.

Huffing, Integra further curled up. "No. Why would I eat, when I can lie here and sleep?" she asked. "Your bed is more comfortable than mine. I wish mine felt like this. It's not fair."

"I'm not going to shut up when it's my room!"

Off came the trousers, Seras pulling up a short skirt up her legs instead and then slid her feet into a practical pair of combat boots. "Come off it, you must be hungry, thirsty at least. Who stays fast asleep all bloody day?" her lip curled, baring a fang. "It's the same as every bed in this manor."

"Yes, well, now it's my room. Get over it."

Fortunately, Seras was dressed by the time Integra poked her mussed head out of the covers, squinting to see her. She didn't have her glasses on, after all. Putting them back on, she stared blankly at the younger woman.

"I'm not. I just want to sleep... why are you dressed like that?" she asked, eyes narrowing behind her lenses. "It must be nice to be able to look like a woman once in a while. I wish I had that bloody privilege."

...A pause. "No. Your bed is better."

"No it's not!" Seras protested, about to launch into a speech about abuse of power worthy of a Monty Python sketch when Integra's head poked out and she said more.

"I'm going out to kill something."

It was said indignantly, Seras pursing her lips. "What...? Well who's stopping you! Throw on a skirt if it'll make you happy. Never saw why you always dress like a bloke anyway." In fact Seras had always thought Integra liked dressing that way and never thought she might want otherwise.

"Yes, it is. Shut up and stop being loud."

Integra continued staring, and then pointed accusingly at her. "You're not going out to kill something dressed like that. No one does that. You'll look like a hooker. Don't do it."

Poor Seras. Dropping her arm, the woman huffed again. "You say that because YOU aren't the one who has to dress like I do! You don't know what it's like to have to keep up with a bunch of old men who look down on you, do you? No. You don't have to do the things that I do-- I do NOT dress like a bloke!"

"You keep telling me to shut up and then you keep talking to me." the vampire retorted, with a smirk.

Then she gaped. "I do not look like a hooker! How do I look like a hooker?! It's not that sodding different from my Hellsing uniform!" Which she'd found questionable when she first got it, then ended up used to. "I'm not even wearing the stockings! Besides, the skirt's easy to move in!"

Seras drew herself up to her rather not much height, "Well you should've punched the old farts, then! Kick them in the goolies."

"The butchers' shops are closed by now. If you want anything more than an ounce or two, you'll have pry yourself out of bed and get it yourself."

Placing a gloved hand on his hip, Walter huffed in irritation. Really, what a ridiculous request. Alucard knew full well that they didn't have the supplies on hand that they had back in London.

"I'm not dragging a darkness monster into the house for you to feed on, and I can't just march into the medical centre in sector four and take their reserve stocks to bring back to you because you're too lazy to leave my bed."

"I don't have to take this," Integra stated, turning over on her side and pulling the covers up to her shoulders, snuggling up and making herself quiet at home.

She did, however, smirk at poor Seras' outburst. "The stockings covered up more skin. You could have asked for a new uniform and I would have given it to you. It's not my fault you like to dress like that. At least YOU can get away with it. I couldn't."

Turning over to stare at the poor Draculina again, she huffed. "It isn't that easy. They're old. You wouldn't understand. No one understands. It just isn't fair."

Stoker Household Activity Log: April (Mmm Sacrelicious...)

4/15: Alucard

4/18: Integra

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Sorry, Seras. This was just too good to pass up.

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