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   Click, click, click. Integra worked away on her computer, her brow creasing as she tried to navigate the internet. Walter had showed her how to use Google, but she still couldn’t quite grasp which links to pick.

   “Walter!” she called as an unexpected screen appeared in front of her.

   “What is it Sir Integra?”

   “What the bloody hell is this?”

   He peered over her shoulder and saw the words ‘we now own your soul’ emblazoned across the screen.

   “Don’t worry, that’s just Wikipedia. What exactly are you looking for?”

   “I was trying to book a holiday. Alucard is becoming annoying with his constant requests to shoot things, and the police-girl keeps moaning to me that he keeps playing tricks on her. I figure a holiday is just what they need.”

   “May I suggest a day trip instead? We don’t want to be away too long, and do you really want to be in such close quarters with Alucard for so long?”

   “Good point. That might be better. Where would you suggest?”

   “Hmm. I’ve heard good things about some theme park thing called Drayton Manor. Maybe we could go there?”

   “Okay then. I’ll see if I can make sense of this internet and see what I can find, you go and wake Seras and Alucard. And get Pip as well, he’s earned a break.”

*

   A creepy smile playing on his lips, a sleeping Alucard scratched his chest absently. He rarely dreamed, but he liked sleeping nonetheless. Better than spending the boring nights trying, and failing, to find something to do.

   A sudden sharp knock sounded on his coffin door, and he sat upright, hitting his head with a deafening bang. The amount of times he’d done that, he was tempted to have it removed, but he knew he’d regret it sooner or later. Pushing the lid open slowly, he was disturbed to see Walter looking at him.

   “Making good use of my pyjamas?” he mocked.

   “What do you want?” Alucard moaned, ignoring him.

   “Sir Integra is taking us on a trip to a theme park. Get dressed, and leave your guns here.”

   Muttering angrily under his breath he caught sight of Walter’s watch and grabbed his wrist.

   “Please tell me that is not the time!”

   “Yes Alucard, it’s eight o’clock. Is that a problem?”

   “‘Is that a problem?’ he says! I only went to sleep a few hours ago!”

   “Too bad, Sir Integra wants to leave in half an hour.”

   Walter left, and Alucard  grumbled as he sleepily got dressed, smirking as he heard yells from the other side of the wall.

   “Walter, don’t you EVER look at me while I’m sleeping!” Seras yelled, and Alucard couldn’t help but laugh, despite his confusion. What was a theme park anyway?

*

   Alucard squashed into the car next to Seras, yawning. His master was driving, Walter next to her with the map.

   “Master,” Seras said to him, “you have to put your seatbelt on.”

   “What’s the point? Is it really going to affect me if we crash?”

   “Perhaps not, but it’s the law. We’ll get pulled over if they see you.”

   “I don’t care, I…”

   “Alucard!” Integra snapped. “Put your damn seatbelt on!”

   The crunch of footsteps could be heard outside, and the opposite door was pulled open. Pip appeared in the doorway, seating himself on the other side of Seras, making the backseats all a bit of a squash.

   “Okay, we all here?” Integra called to the back, not really waiting for them to answer. “Good, let’s go.”

   The car swayed as they began to move, squishing them even more.

   “Is the entire journey going to be this uncomfortable?” Alucard complained.

   “Don’t be like that master,” Seras tried to cheer him up, “I know this is all new to you, but where’s your sense of adventure?”

   “I left it in my coffin. I think I’ll go join it.”

   “Don’t you even think about it Alucard!” Integra snapped, sensing what he was about to do. “We’re going for a day out, and we’re going to have a nice time. Got it?”

   “Yes master,” he said, though he far from meant it.

*

   “Integra, you might want to speed up a bit,” Walter suggested.

   “Why?” she protested, “I’m already doing thirty miles per hour.”

   “Yes, and that would be good in towns, but we are on a motorway.”

   She scowled and, clearly against her will, pressed the accelerator and the car rocketed forwards.

   “This is so boring,” Alucard moaned.

   “We could play a game?” Pip suggested.

   “Hey, yeah!” Seras agreed, enthusiastically. “We could play I-spy!”

   “I what?” her master looked at her confusedly.

   She sighed as she explained the rules to him, and Pip stared absently out of the window. It wasn’t the kind of game he’d meant, but if it kept them occupied then who was complaining?

   “You got it master?” she checked, cheerily. “Okay, you start.”

   “I spy with my little eye,” Alucard mumbled, clearly embarrassed to be taking part, “something beginning with ‘r’.”

   “Road,” Pip answered before Seras could scream it, grinning at Alucard’s confused expression.

   “Does this mean I win?”

   “No master,” Seras told him, “it means you lose. It’s Pip’s turn now.”

   “No thanks,” he rejected the offer, “I don’t think I could handle being on the receiving end of his anger if he can’t get it.”

   “Fine then, I’ll go. I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘l’”

   “Er…” Alucard looked around the car and out the windows searching for the answer. Integra sighed.

   “Walter,” half-whispered, though the three in the back were too preoccupied with their game to pay any attention to her, “are they going to do this all the way there?”

   “Hard to say. Probably though.”

   “Lines?!” Alucard bellowed from the back, “What kind of answer is that?!”

*

   Integra handing over the money, the rest of the Hellsing party went through the gates, Pip and Seras undoubtedly the most enthusiastic. Alucard shuffled behind them, clearly wanting to be anywhere but where he was, whilst Walter and Integra seemed overall indifferent to the situation.

   “So,” Pip said, excitedly, “What do we go on first?”

   “I wanna go on Apocalypse!” Seras squealed.

   “What’s that?” her master asked, despite the fact he was obviously not interested, and was merely trying to impress his own master.

   “That.” She pointed to a large tower in the distance, carriages being taken up it and then dropped from a seemingly great height.

   “Where, may I ask, is the entertainment in that?”

   “You’ll see when you get up there.”

   “I’d rather go on the chairlift first.” Walter interrupted.

   “I agree with Walter,” Integra said as she approached again. “I need a rest after all that driving. We’ll go on the tower thing later.”

   Seras looking as though she was sulking, she and her master skulked behind their companions as they made their way to the chairlift queue. Although not quite as long as the queues for some rides, it was long enough to be a annoying wait. As the queue inched forwards Alucard began to tap his foot in frustration and even more people tagged on the end behind them.

   “How long is this going to take?” Alucard moaned.

   “You have to be patient master,” Seras tried assure him. “There are so many people here, we’re not going to get things instantaneously.”

   “I know that, but this is ridiculous! It must have been… what? Five minutes already!!”

   Eventually, after what Alucard considered way too long, they all clambered into one of the cars. It pulled away, jolting them into the air, and Seras and Pip both rested their heads on their hands, clearly still unhappy that they were not on the ride they had wanted to go on, whilst Alucard merely stared out at the park. There was nothing particularly interesting, but as they sailed over Fisherman’s Wharf one group in particular caught his eye.

   “Please tell me that’s not who I think it is!” He yelled, attracting the attention of the group leader, rocking the car so the rest of the group clung to their seats in fear.

   “What are you doing here, monster?!” Anderson yelled back, causing Maxwell, stood next to him, to hide his face from the stares he was attracting from strangers.

   Before Alucard could shout back, Integra grabbed his collar, yanking him back into the car.

   “Alucard,” she said sternly. “If you do that again, I am throwing you out of this car, got it?!”

   “Yes master.”

   When the chair lift returned to the station, the vampire practically leapt out of it. Anderson was already storming towards him, his boss and a group of kids presumably from the orphanage jogging behind to keep up.

   “You!” Anderson bellowed, “How dare you corrupt these children with your unholy sight!”

   “Me?! You are the creature that will most likely corrupt them.”

   “Why you insolent-”

   “Anderson!” Maxwell snapped. “Kill that vampire in your own time. We did not come here pick a fight, and I will not waste my money paying for this trip only for you to get us kicked out!”

   Mumbling under his breath, Anderson turned away and followed his group. Alucard smirked. Although he hadn’t really done anything, it still felt like a victory to see him skulk away like that.

*

   “Oh my god!” Seras screamed, jumping up and down, “That was amazing!”

   Pip nodded in agreement, speechless, as they walked away from the freefall tower.

   “I don’t see what the big deal was,” Alucard shrugged.

   They’d already agreed that they would go on the dodgems next, although Alucard had already decided that he loathed queuing, but had accepted that moaning about it only succeeded in annoying his master. He swore that they had spent more time queuing on this place than anything else, but after about half an hour, they reached the next ride.

   Alucard squeezed himself into one of the dodgems, and turned to Seras who was in a nearby machine.

   “What is the function of this contraption?” he asked.

   “They’re dodgems, master,” she explained. “You drive them around the floor bashing other drivers as hard as you can.”

   “Really?” he replied, spotting Anderson climbing into a nearby dodgem. “Excellent.”

   A siren sounded, and the car jolted as the control turned to him. Grinning sinisterly, he headed full speed towards the priest. They collided with enough force to throw them both forwards and the priest clutched his neck.

   “What do you think you’re… You!”

   Laughing manically, Alucard sped away, closely followed by an angry Anderson. Small nudges could be felt from behind, but nothing compared to the blow he had delivered, and at the last moment before hitting the wall, he twisted away, and Anderson crashed into the wall. Both of them now just as determined as each other, they bashed each other with as much force as they could muster. After all, this was probably the closest they would get to be able to fight each other today.

   All too soon, the siren sounded again, and all power in their weapons was lost.

   “What?” Alucard yelled, “What happened?”

   “It’s over master,” Seras explained. “Time’s up.”

   “Oh no it’s not. I’m going again.”

   “Me too,” Anderson growled from nearby.

   “Sorry sirs,” the attendant said, approaching them when they refused to leave. “Other people are waiting for this ride too.”

   “I said, I’m staying.” He looked at the attendant menacingly, causing the young man to stumble backwards, before running back to the edge. Clearly, the vampire had won that round.

   Rolling his eyes, Pip followed the rest of the group as they exited the ride. Like Alucard, Anderson was the only one of the Iscariot party that stayed on the ride, leaving Maxwell looking annoyed, and the kids just confused. As the siren sounded again the unmistakable sound of bashing could be heard, and Integra shook her head in annoyance as she watched.

   “Wanna get a coffee?” Maxwell offered, hatred lost in this shared moment of embarrassment.

   “Sounds good.”

   They walked off, Walter tagging along obediently behind.

   “Seras, Pip,” she called over her shoulder. “Look after those kids will you?”

   A look of fear creeping into her eyes, Seras turned to the children. Pip wore a similar expression as the children looked on them with a look of evil only children could get away with.

   “Get ‘em!” one of them yelled, and they both turned and fled. As much as they could handle vampires, rampaging children was a whole other level. This was not the fun day out they’d envisioned.

*

   They rumbled down the motorway, the sun setting behind them. Alucard grinned in his evil-looking way, as Seras and Pip slumbered, tired after running from those children.

   “Well, that wasn’t as much of a wasted day as I expected,” he admitted.

   “What are you talking about?” Integra snapped, “you hated it!”

   “Maybe so, but at least I got a chance to even the score with that priest!”

   “You nearly got us kicked out!”

   “Could be worse.”

   Integra’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the wheel tightly, grinding her teeth. This would be the last time she tried anything like this.

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   Click, click, click. Integra worked away on her computer, her brow creasing as she tried to navigate the internet. Walter had showed her how to use Google, but she still couldn’t quite grasp which links to pick.

   “Walter!” she called as an unexpected screen appeared in front of her.

   “What is it Sir Integra?”

   “What the bloody hell is this?”

   He peered over her shoulder and saw the words ‘we now own your soul’ emblazoned across the screen.

   “Don’t worry, that’s just Wikipedia. What exactly are you looking for?”

   “I was trying to book a holiday. Alucard is becoming annoying with his constant requests to shoot things, and the police-girl keeps moaning to me that he keeps playing tricks on her. I figure a holiday is just what they need.”

   “May I suggest a day trip instead? We don’t want to be away too long, and do you really want to be in such close quarters with Alucard for so long?”

   “Good point. That might be better. Where would you suggest?”

   “Hmm. I’ve heard good things about some theme park thing called Drayton Manor. Maybe we could go there?”

   “Okay then. I’ll see if I can make sense of this internet and see what I can find, you go and wake Seras and Alucard. And get Pip as well, he’s earned a break.”

*

   A creepy smile playing on his lips, a sleeping Alucard scratched his chest absently. He rarely dreamed, but he liked sleeping nonetheless. Better than spending the boring nights trying, and failing, to find something to do.

   A sudden sharp knock sounded on his coffin door, and he sat upright, hitting his head with a deafening bang. The amount of times he’d done that, he was tempted to have it removed, but he knew he’d regret it sooner or later. Pushing the lid open slowly, he was disturbed to see Walter looking at him.

   “Making good use of my pyjamas?” he mocked.

   “What do you want?” Alucard moaned, ignoring him.

   “Sir Integra is taking us on a trip to a theme park. Get dressed, and leave your guns here.”

   Muttering angrily under his breath he caught sight of Walter’s watch and grabbed his wrist.

   “Please tell me that is not the time!”

   “Yes Alucard, it’s eight o’clock. Is that a problem?”

   “‘Is that a problem?’ he says! I only went to sleep a few hours ago!”

   “Too bad, Sir Integra wants to leave in half an hour.”

   Walter left, and Alucard  grumbled as he sleepily got dressed, smirking as he heard yells from the other side of the wall.

   “Walter, don’t you EVER look at me while I’m sleeping!” Seras yelled, and Alucard couldn’t help but laugh, despite his confusion. What was a theme park anyway?

*

   Alucard squashed into the car next to Seras, yawning. His master was driving, Walter next to her with the map.

   “Master,” Seras said to him, “you have to put your seatbelt on.”

   “What’s the point? Is it really going to affect me if we crash?”

   “Perhaps not, but it’s the law. We’ll get pulled over if they see you.”

   “I don’t care, I…”

   “Alucard!” Integra snapped. “Put your damn seatbelt on!”

   The crunch of footsteps could be heard outside, and the opposite door was pulled open. Pip appeared in the doorway, seating himself on the other side of Seras, making the backseats all a bit of a squash.

   “Okay, we all here?” Integra called to the back, not really waiting for them to answer. “Good, let’s go.”

   The car swayed as they began to move, squishing them even more.

   “Is the entire journey going to be this uncomfortable?” Alucard complained.

   “Don’t be like that master,” Seras tried to cheer him up, “I know this is all new to you, but where’s your sense of adventure?”

   “I left it in my coffin. I think I’ll go join it.”

   “Don’t you even think about it Alucard!” Integra snapped, sensing what he was about to do. “We’re going for a day out, and we’re going to have a nice time. Got it?”

   “Yes master,” he said, though he far from meant it.

*

   “Integra, you might want to speed up a bit,” Walter suggested.

   “Why?” she protested, “I’m already doing thirty miles per hour.”

   “Yes, and that would be good in towns, but we are on a motorway.”

   She scowled and, clearly against her will, pressed the accelerator and the car rocketed forwards.

   “This is so boring,” Alucard moaned.

   “We could play a game?” Pip suggested.

   “Hey, yeah!” Seras agreed, enthusiastically. “We could play I-spy!”

   “I what?” her master looked at her confusedly.

   She sighed as she explained the rules to him, and Pip stared absently out of the window. It wasn’t the kind of game he’d meant, but if it kept them occupied then who was complaining?

   “You got it master?” she checked, cheerily. “Okay, you start.”

   “I spy with my little eye,” Alucard mumbled, clearly embarrassed to be taking part, “something beginning with ‘r’.”

   “Road,” Pip answered before Seras could scream it, grinning at Alucard’s confused expression.

   “Does this mean I win?”

   “No master,” Seras told him, “it means you lose. It’s Pip’s turn now.”

   “No thanks,” he rejected the offer, “I don’t think I could handle being on the receiving end of his anger if he can’t get it.”

   “Fine then, I’ll go. I spy with my little eye something beginning with ‘l’”

   “Er…” Alucard looked around the car and out the windows searching for the answer. Integra sighed.

   “Walter,” half-whispered, though the three in the back were too preoccupied with their game to pay any attention to her, “are they going to do this all the way there?”

   “Hard to say. Probably though.”

   “Lines?!” Alucard bellowed from the back, “What kind of answer is that?!”

*

   Integra handing over the money, the rest of the Hellsing party went through the gates, Pip and Seras undoubtedly the most enthusiastic. Alucard shuffled behind them, clearly wanting to be anywhere but where he was, whilst Walter and Integra seemed overall indifferent to the situation.

   “So,” Pip said, excitedly, “What do we go on first?”

   “I wanna go on Apocalypse!” Seras squealed.

   “What’s that?” her master asked, despite the fact he was obviously not interested, and was merely trying to impress his own master.

   “That.” She pointed to a large tower in the distance, carriages being taken up it and then dropped from a seemingly great height.

   “Where, may I ask, is the entertainment in that?”

   “You’ll see when you get up there.”

   “I’d rather go on the chairlift first.” Walter interrupted.

   “I agree with Walter,” Integra said as she approached again. “I need a rest after all that driving. We’ll go on the tower thing later.”

   Seras looking as though she was sulking, she and her master skulked behind their companions as they made their way to the chairlift queue. Although not quite as long as the queues for some rides, it was long enough to be a annoying wait. As the queue inched forwards Alucard began to tap his foot in frustration and even more people tagged on the end behind them.

   “How long is this going to take?” Alucard moaned.

   “You have to be patient master,” Seras tried assure him. “There are so many people here, we’re not going to get things instantaneously.”

   “I know that, but this is ridiculous! It must have been… what? Five minutes already!!”

   Eventually, after what Alucard considered way too long, they all clambered into one of the cars. It pulled away, jolting them into the air, and Seras and Pip both rested their heads on their hands, clearly still unhappy that they were not on the ride they had wanted to go on, whilst Alucard merely stared out at the park. There was nothing particularly interesting, but as they sailed over Fisherman’s Wharf one group in particular caught his eye.

   “Please tell me that’s not who I think it is!” He yelled, attracting the attention of the group leader, rocking the car so the rest of the group clung to their seats in fear.

   “What are you doing here, monster?!” Anderson yelled back, causing Maxwell, stood next to him, to hide his face from the stares he was attracting from strangers.

   Before Alucard could shout back, Integra grabbed his collar, yanking him back into the car.

   “Alucard,” she said sternly. “If you do that again, I am throwing you out of this car, got it?!”

   “Yes master.”

   When the chair lift returned to the station, the vampire practically leapt out of it. Anderson was already storming towards him, his boss and a group of kids presumably from the orphanage jogging behind to keep up.

   “You!” Anderson bellowed, “How dare you corrupt these children with your unholy sight!”

   “Me?! You are the creature that will most likely corrupt them.”

   “Why you insolent-”

   “Anderson!” Maxwell snapped. “Kill that vampire in your own time. We did not come here pick a fight, and I will not waste my money paying for this trip only for you to get us kicked out!”

   Mumbling under his breath, Anderson turned away and followed his group. Alucard smirked. Although he hadn’t really done anything, it still felt like a victory to see him skulk away like that.

*

   “Oh my god!” Seras screamed, jumping up and down, “That was amazing!”

   Pip nodded in agreement, speechless, as they walked away from the freefall tower.

   “I don’t see what the big deal was,” Alucard shrugged.

   They’d already agreed that they would go on the dodgems next, although Alucard had already decided that he loathed queuing, but had accepted that moaning about it only succeeded in annoying his master. He swore that they had spent more time queuing on this place than anything else, but after about half an hour, they reached the next ride.

   Alucard squeezed himself into one of the dodgems, and turned to Seras who was in a nearby machine.

   “What is the function of this contraption?” he asked.

   “They’re dodgems, master,” she explained. “You drive them around the floor bashing other drivers as hard as you can.”

   “Really?” he replied, spotting Anderson climbing into a nearby dodgem. “Excellent.”

   A siren sounded, and the car jolted as the control turned to him. Grinning sinisterly, he headed full speed towards the priest. They collided with enough force to throw them both forwards and the priest clutched his neck.

   “What do you think you’re… You!”

   Laughing manically, Alucard sped away, closely followed by an angry Anderson. Small nudges could be felt from behind, but nothing compared to the blow he had delivered, and at the last moment before hitting the wall, he twisted away, and Anderson crashed into the wall. Both of them now just as determined as each other, they bashed each other with as much force as they could muster. After all, this was probably the closest they would get to be able to fight each other today.

   All too soon, the siren sounded again, and all power in their weapons was lost.

   “What?” Alucard yelled, “What happened?”

   “It’s over master,” Seras explained. “Time’s up.”

   “Oh no it’s not. I’m going again.”

   “Me too,” Anderson growled from nearby.

   “Sorry sirs,” the attendant said, approaching them when they refused to leave. “Other people are waiting for this ride too.”

   “I said, I’m staying.” He looked at the attendant menacingly, causing the young man to stumble backwards, before running back to the edge. Clearly, the vampire had won that round.

   Rolling his eyes, Pip followed the rest of the group as they exited the ride. Like Alucard, Anderson was the only one of the Iscariot party that stayed on the ride, leaving Maxwell looking annoyed, and the kids just confused. As the siren sounded again the unmistakable sound of bashing could be heard, and Integra shook her head in annoyance as she watched.

   “Wanna get a coffee?” Maxwell offered, hatred lost in this shared moment of embarrassment.

   “Sounds good.”

   They walked off, Walter tagging along obediently behind.

   “Seras, Pip,” she called over her shoulder. “Look after those kids will you?”

   A look of fear creeping into her eyes, Seras turned to the children. Pip wore a similar expression as the children looked on them with a look of evil only children could get away with.

   “Get ‘em!” one of them yelled, and they both turned and fled. As much as they could handle vampires, rampaging children was a whole other level. This was not the fun day out they’d envisioned.

*

   They rumbled down the motorway, the sun setting behind them. Alucard grinned in his evil-looking way, as Seras and Pip slumbered, tired after running from those children.

   “Well, that wasn’t as much of a wasted day as I expected,” he admitted.

   “What are you talking about?” Integra snapped, “you hated it!”

   “Maybe so, but at least I got a chance to even the score with that priest!”

   “You nearly got us kicked out!”

   “Could be worse.”

   Integra’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the wheel tightly, grinding her teeth. This would be the last time she tried anything like this.