tampered | Log: Complete

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Current Location: Pandora's

Log: Complete

When; August 16th, Evening
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Arthur Hellsing [

repairedbywebs]
Summary; After having a nice chat over the network the two decide to meet for dinner at Pandora's despite the rainy weather.
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It had been quite some time since Arthur had spoke with a woman who had enamored him so quickly. Not only was she beautiful but she was also witty and charming. Granted he knew there could be a catch but at this point he was willing to chance it. Women like Saya didn't come along everyday and he would be a fool to let the opportunity to get to know her slip away over what could potentially be nothing.

They had agreed to meet at seven and despite the fact it was raining Arthur managed to be there on time. His overcoat and shoes were a little wet but the umbrella had managed to keep him mostly dry. Now it was only the matter of awaiting his date's arrival.

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"I see," Saya whispered slightly. She had only met one hunter before and he had wound up cocooned and bound in her back room. She drained him two days later, when she was hungry enough.

Human politeness dictated slight touch on dates; but the male had to engage it. She wasn't very good at body language. She asked as she moved her long fingers over the table, "How old are you, Arthur?"

Age didn't matter much to her, but wasn't that the kind of thing people asked on dates? Her fingers moved like her legs, long and snapping before they went completely still.

He wasn't sure if his old occupation was bothering her or not. Even if he found the subject fascinating that did not mean she would. Her next question however gave him slight pause since he wasn't exactly sure how to answer it.

It seemed the direct approach would likely be best as he placed one of his hands outstretched on the table. It was more of a way for her to check his pulse rather then an actual advance. "I was nearly eighty years old when I died back in my world. If I added on the years that I have been dead plus the taking in account the current year in the City...I am technically nearly a hundred years old," he admitted.

This was actually the first time he had discussed his actual age with anyone. And he rather hoped it didn't bother her that he was technically an old man even if he looked to be in his thirties.

Her fingers found his palms, and something clicked in her head.

It wasn't uncommon for her kind to live for long stretches of time. If she dissolved into a thousand spiders and they all infested another body, she could continue herself in a presumably endless wave of Saya. There was a reason her species were referred to as body snatchers.

His skin was cool and lovely, like a carapace. She knew her fingers were overly hot - it was a side effect of her human body, a sort of compensation. She smiled and for the first time since she had met him, it was a real smile, the kind of smile that lit up her entire face. "That doesn't bother me, if you were worried," she told him. "I can tell you a great secret; dead things, live things, none of it bothers me, if I find myself interested enough."

He didn't really notice the difference in her temperature since most of the contact he had was with other City dead or vampires who also had no warmth.

He was relieved to hear her say that but he was also good at hiding those types of expressions on his face. Her smile on the other now that was contagious as he found himself smiling back. "That is good to know. It is hard to tell how anyone will react to me. My daughter and old ward were both shocked to see me when I first arrived here and they are family."

She dipped her head once.

"Your daughter is young then, to be so surprised. Surprise...I understand. But I do not feel it much."

It was slow, and it was real, and it was truth. What was happening here? She hadn't been so fascinated with a human since she was twenty, and she had eaten him. "I do not feel much of anything." She laughed.

"Do you guess what I do?"

"Integral is still young. She is about twenty-three now but she had to grow up fairly quickly when I passed away. Being my heir meant she had to take on all of my responsibilities. So I can understand her being shocked to see me," he said smiling.

He didn't question her statements of not feeling much. He just assumed that at some point she had become hardened and if anyone could understand that...a Hellsing could.

"Hmm, honestly I no idea. I'm sure a woman of your intelligence could do anything she sets her mind too."

He was not just flirting when he said that. He meant it. He knew very well what a intelligent woman could do. His daughter was proof positive of what an intelligent could do.

Saya's fingers moved slowly, creating patterns in Arthur's palm. "A woman of my intelligence," she cocked her head in an odd motion. Her eyes had been drawn to the helix of his upper ear. She leaned over slightly. "I'm a mechanical engineer."

It wasn't bragging - it was fact. "You're so used to supernatural things, Sir Arthur...I don't think I'm all that impressive." She felt the truth press against her. "That's not modesty, or self-pity." Her voice went softer. "There are things I do not like, because of the way I am."

She wondered if that made any sense. She was hungry, and when she got hungry, it became difficult to translate what the spider in her head said. "You think I'm beautiful, and I think you're charming. Let me say that it's rare I find anyone who is so fascinating to me, dead or alive."

He raised an eyebrow to her occupation. Though her fingers moving around his palm were distracting to say the least. He had dealt with supernatural things almost all his life so her being an engineer was refreshing.

"Honestly, a person doesn't have to be supernatural to impress me. In fact I find you to be quite remarkable," he replied, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "And that is the highest compliment anyone has ever paid me. I'm honored to be apart of the select few that have fascinated you."

It seemed she continued to astound him at every turn. He was feeling fortunate to have met her.

She found herself smiling again.

"You're welcome." She turned slightly and stood up, leaning over the table to brush her lips against Arthur's forehead. She smiled the way she smiled at prey, but only out of habit. His skin was cool, so cool against her lips.

She settled back down. "You must forgive me, for that. I get a bit impetuous, when I get hungry."

She had caught him off-guard there but he managed to maintain his composure and kept smiling. She understood surprises and she was also certainly full of surprises in his view.

"Well in that case shall I wave a waiter over then. I do not really need to eat myself so I some times forget that others do," he said, his smile turning to an amused grin across his face.

Instead of staying seated, she stood up and took his hand in hers. "Forget dinner," she said, realizing that it would be pointless for the both of them. "I want to show you something."

She was starving, but solid food wouldn't do her any good. She hadn't caught anything out of the simple fact that she didn't have any time. The rain that day had daunted her from hunting, even if she was dizzy.

"I have to admit," she began and she stepped forward, her legs slipping out of the slit in her dress as she moved, "That I may have given you the wrong impression."

He was admittedly thrown but he stood at her urging. He did not understand precisely what was going on but he figured it couldn't hurt to go along with whatever it was she wanted to show him.

"Oh? Seeing as how you have made many impressions on me in the short time we have met. You'll have to be more specific," he said, giving her another smile.

As they got out into the street she ducked under his umbrella, clinging to him out of necessity. "I haven't lied to you; not really, in any case," she began as she pulled him across the Square and towards the warehouse. Every time the water brushed against her skin she flinched slightly. The spider buzzed in her head.

Fearfearfearfearfearfearaffectionfearfearfeartwowebsfear.

She pulled him into the warehouse, it's dry safety reassuring. She smiled at him again. "I'm not human," she admitted after a moment, slipping her heels off.

He noted her reaction to the water that managed to touch but said nothing merely followed. This date was becoming decidedly peculiar and he was beginning to wonder if he coming to the catch that he hadn't wanted to acknowledge earlier.

Once they were inside the warehouse, he closed the umbrella and then he heard her words, both eyebrows raising up this time. "...Then what are you precisely?" he asked, he would be lying if he tried to say he wasn't a bit worried.

She paused; just long enough to make the spider shut up for a moment.

"I'm a werespider."

She waited for him to turn around and leave. That would be easiest. If he stayed, her emotions might actually begin to emerge, to knot themselves around this man. It had happened to her mother; she knew it could happen to her.

"..."

He was not sure how to even react to that. To say he was floored would be putting it lightly. Of all the creatures she could have said 'werespider' had never crossed his mind. In fact he never knew such a being existed. Thus the part of him who studied the occult and supernatural was intrigued.

"Werespider? I have never heard of such a being before...is it similar to being a werewolf?"

The word werewolf made her shake her head. It snapped her out of everything - he was still here.

"No, not like a werewolf," she replied. "I mean; I can turn into a spider, and I have a war-form, like a werewolf, but I'm not base, or ferocious, or fueled by my emotion." She paused and thought about it. "I don't know much about other worlds. But I've found in some worlds people are made into werewolves; humans are bitten, or injected with lycanthropy." She turned. "I was born like this. This is what I am."

She smiled up at him; it was a calm sort of smile. "Passion is not my forte, Arthur. I apologize for this sudden announcement, but I felt, as it were, it needed to be said. I would not want you thinking that I was normal, only to find out in months that it was a lie." She moved forward slightly, seeing if he would reject the space between them. "You are the most fascinating human I've met."

She had his full attention now. His Van Helsing curiosity had been piqued. He still very much held regard for Saya. She had not done anything that indicated that she sought to harm him. So he did not move or flinch when she stepped toward him. After all he grow up around Alucard.

Maybe it was his failing that he found he could relate to non-humans just as well as he could to humans.

"Honestly I am glad that you trust me enough to tell me the truth," he replied and meant it. He had told her about his family being vampire hunters and she still take the risk to tell him. How could he not respect her for that?

She could feel the cracks in her hunger settling into place.

"Would you still be interested in pursuing me?"

She liked to know where she stood.

He had to think about it for a moment. The only thing he knew of her species was what she had told him. His attraction to her had not just shut off and that could partly be attributed to the fact that he had vampires in his life.

"I suppose it depends. Is your species able to pursue relationships with other species?"

He knew vampires could be with human but he didn't know if that would be the case for werespiders.

She smiled slightly. "If I were to pursue a relationship with another Ovid - another spider," she began carefully, "I would be killed." She caught her fingers together. "Shifters in my world can only be with humans. Otherwise we're committing a crime against nature."

She watched him. He was genuinely thinking - he was not fleeing.

He did hold regard for her still but now he was not certain he was being fair to her, after all he was dead. So what kind of future could he offer her?

"...it doesn't bother you that I am technically dead?" he had to ask again. She could get sent back to her world or he could just up and vanish at anytime. He was liking her far too much to play his usual games. No, in the short time that he had spent with her she had earned his respect.

He was technically dead. But he was here, not rotting, not falling to pieces, genuinely worried.

Only her brother genuinely worried about her.

She smiled again. "I don't care," she said, and she meant it. "Didn't I tell you that earlier?"

"You did," he conceded, allowing himself to smile. "Well if you don't mind that I cannot offer you a future outside of this City. Then I am still interested," he added, stepping forward to close the gap between them. Thus cementing his words with actions.

"As long as it doesn't bother you that I'm twenty-five," she said, stepping forward to meet him halfway, "and that I live in a warehouse with a talking car," she reached for his hands, taking them in her own, "then we're set, aren't we?"

She smiled truly. Human things.

All right, so she was only a couple of years older then Integral. But considering she was involved with Alucard, who was a few centuries her senior. Arthur was not about to let the age gap between him and Saya detour him.

He smiled as he grasped her hands. "It does sound like we are set then," he agreed.

It was his coolness she would remember that night, later, when she was building her sylie and finally getting dinner she had managed to catch when they had come seeking shelter from the rain. As a spider, the feelings were muted even more, but she remembered how cool his skin had been against her own.

She bid him a fair goodnight and watched him disappear into the night.

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