"It was that deathless man, wasn't it, oh I hope it was!" You bounced in your bed, as you sat on your knees, restrained by the jacket. "I get so fuckin' hot when he's in your stories!"

"It was my master." Seras smiled. She liked to see you happy. Especially after seeing the state you were in when she had arrived.

The door had remained barricaded for another four days until Seras had time to escape her work to come sort out her little sister.

"Sister! YN, you come unblock this door at once!" She scolded you.

"No! I'd rather chew my Goddamn arm off than let any of these fuckers come back in my shitty space!" You screeched. "You don't know what they try to do to me! YOU DON'T!"

"Yeah, I'm not going to deal with this. I only have a few hours." She pushed the door open with her vampire strength.

You were curled up on the bed, dirty and disheveled.

"GET OUT!" You screeched.

"You are so disgusting sometimes. Who lets you get like this?" She shook her head."

But now, you were all clean with a pink and white frilly dress, a new petticoat and white stockings. Your hair was cleaned and done up with a new bow. And you had a terrible look of excitement on your face.

"Of course he insulted me when he came in. 'Though she's the lowest of the vampires, she's still the read deal.' he said." She repeated with a low voice.

"God, I wish he degraded me like that! What a man!" You moaned.

"Stop being gross." You shook your head.

"And then he called all the men a bunch of pitiful, useless cowards." She shrugged.

"Great. Men are." You nodded.

"He's a man, you know. Maybe you'd like Sir Integra better. She's actually his master." Seras explained.

"Sera-ra, as tempting as this woman sounds, I'm only intrigued by his immortality! I mean unless she can't be fuckin' killed, I don't give a fuck!" You giggled.

"Yeah, she's really strong, but definitely mortal. I think." She scratched her head. "Anyway, she got a letter from Division XIII, the Iscariot Organization. Enrico Maxwell. That's where we're headed next. In fact, I'm leaving straight from here to accompany her and the rest of the group. We're going to an art museum."

"I should like to come." You pouted. "Take me, Sera-ra."

"I wondered what we were going to do with the Wild Geese though; the mercenary group we met with." Seras ignored you; a tactic that often worked.

It didn't work today.

"Take. Me. Sister." You growled at her.

She flicked your forward, sending your head reeling backwards.

"Why can't you ever have any manners? How did you ever even get a husband in the first place?" She shook her head.

"Mother and Father put us together, I didn't choose that weak specimen of masculinity." You huffed. "I hate it here, Seras Victoria. Even with you coming to see me."

She looked at you, surprised a bit but the sudden use of her full name.

"You made the choice to be here." She sighed. "By order of the Queen's written law, I really cannot remove you..."

"You're a weak woman..." You turned your head away. "Even as a vampire..."