Authors Note: YAY!! My First Fanfic!! Okay just to let everyone know, this was edited by a lovely friend of mine, so now it's soo very easy to read it and much less complex than before!! So thank her for making this reading experience so much better!!

Alright I'm going to fill you guys in on a few things just to make it clear.

Pairing: Alucard & Seras

Time: After Millennium battle

Settings: Starts in England, most of it occurs in America though

"Talking out loud will be in both bold and quotation marks"

Thinking will be indicated by italics only.

"Telepathic talking will be shown with italics and quotation marks."

Disclaimer: Like we all secretly wish, I do not own Hellsing or any of the characters created by Kohta Hirano. I do own all other characters though.

Okay!! Now that boring stuff is done, I bring you Dust in the Wind.

Chapter One: Debriefing

Walter C. Dolnez stood, stiff and ridged, by a white line that was roughly three meters in length. With one hand behind his back, the other holding a stop watch. Two dots far off in the distance became larger & larger until Walter could see that the dots were in fact motorcycles. The track they were on was loosely packed materials of rocks, dirt, and sand, which left a trail of dust behind their tail lights as they sped along. The people who sat on the monstrous machines seemed to be neck and neck, well, to his human eyes anyways.

The motorcycles were close enough now so that anyone in a proximity of his standing point, would also hear the engines at work. As Walter blinked once, twice, and thrice, the vehicles crossed the finish line in a flurry of wind and dust, leaving Walter coughing, a handkerchief clutched over his mouth.

"Who won?!" Asked a muffled, feminine voice.

Walter turned towards the bikers, a slight frown on his face. Glancing down at the clocking device, the butler couldn't help but give a wide smirk. "Why, you did Miss Seras!" He exclaimed.

"Really?!" The woman flicked off her motorcycle and propped it up before rushing over to Walter.

Seras Victoria was a petite woman, but had and hourglass shape that was emphasized by the black riding leather that hugged to her like a second skin. Her feet were protected by enforced leather boots that reached mid-calf and had a heel of at least two and half inches, giving her a little height. When she 

took off her helmet that matched her outfit, a spring of strawberry blonde hair that reached about shoulder length, framed her heart shaped face. There wasn't a blemish on her pale face and the innocent air about her was only added to by a set of large, sparkling, eyes. The only thing eerie about her was the red irises of her eyes.

Walter happily showed Seras the results of the race. In plain lettering she could see that she had one the race, by nothing more than a millisecond!

"Ohmygoodness! I really did win!" She squealed hopping from one foot to another. "I beat Master!" Realizing then what she said, she looked behind her at the other cyclist, all happiness drained from her expressive face.

His long dark hair hung loosely as it draped past his shoulders, seeming completely undisturbed by the speeds he was previously going at. His unnerving crimson eyes looked at Seras with a steady gaze through the lenses of his yellow, circular glasses. Seras could see her reflection on his glasses, making it impossible for her to read her masters face, not that she ever could understand the body language he used. Then again, normally he would at least frown or smile, showing something, something besides that stony face Alucard was giving her at that moment.

"Master Alucard?" Walter said curiously, just as perplexed as Seras was with Alucard's expression.

"Hmm..?" He answered no part of his body visibly moving.

Seras and Walter exchanged glances before Seras tried to break the heavy silence. "Master," she began, "how does your bike ride?"

"Very smoothly." Alurcard answered, still in his immobile condition. His long legs straddled the black Ninja motorcycle model, his booted feet planted firmly on the Earth. His arms were draped over the handle bars of the machine, his back in a slack state. The clothing Alucard was garbed in was similar to what Seras wore, just fit to his frame and had a red tint added to the black leather. It had an interesting affect when the moon came out from behind the clouds.

Until Walter made an "ahem" sound, did Seras realize that Alucard and herself had been watching each other for some time. "If you two wouldn't mind, could you please return your bikes to the garage? I'm afraid I'm not my young chipper self any longer." Walter went on, ignoring Seras flushed face. Without another word, Alucard revved his engine and was off into the night. "You too Miss Seras, dawn is upon us." Walter said with a reassuring smile, before walking off towards the Hellsing mansion.

With out anything beside her, Seras suddenly felt very alone and forgotten, something that was all too familiar these past few weeks. With the three remaining members of the Wild Geese on leave, there weren't very many people willing to talk to a vampire like her. Even Walter seemed distant after returning back to his "normal" state.

"Oh yes," She thought sarcastically. "Chedder was as pleasant as pie, such a sweet memory!!" If she ever regretted becoming a vampire, more than she ever did, it would have to be now.

She grumpily stomped over to her neon orange Ninja motorcycle. Pausing, as her leather gloved hands brushed over a decal that was added near the taillights on the left side. A cloud of melancholy settled over Seras' irritation. In a thick black line, a cat head was outlined, two pointed ears, a rounded jaw, and a set of eyes inside the frame. Although the design was simple, all that was needed was there.

"Damn!" she shouted, a tickle in her nose warned her before the actual waterworks came on. She ripped her hand away from the decal like it was burning hot and swung her body onto the motorcycle, slamming her helmet on in the process. She zoomed off, tears blurring her vision.

Ever since the battle with Millennium and her first taste of fresh blood, courtesy of Captain Pip, the previous leader of the disbanded mercenary group 'Wild Geese', Seras has been emotionally imbalanced. She knew it wasn't from the lack of feeding, she drank at least three liters of blood a day now. It might sound like a lot, but compared to how many empty bags come out of Alucard's room, she wasn't too worried about that monster she's always had nightmares of becoming.

Making a fishtail into her marked parking space, Seras fluid movements went from shutting off the bike, pocketing the key, putting down the kickstand, tossing her helmet over to the petrified mechanic and stalking out of the garage to her room.

Upon entering her sanctuary, she fell even farther into her misery.

Alucard.

Could it have been him that has caused Seras unexpected view of life – undead life that is. Something about him threw her into a frenzy of fluxuating feelings: anger, hatred, admiration, pride, and something else, something she did not dare even think in fear that he might pick up on it.

"Master" she nodded wearily, shutting the door behind her, not taking her eyes from his frame.

Alucard was in his normal position with his still booted feet propped up onto the rickety table, fingers weaved together, hands resting on his lean stomach, and a very strange expression on his face. "You no longer need to call me that you know," Alucard had a sneer in his voice, an easy indicator that he wasn't in a good mood. "Seras." He added, teasing his fledgling.

Seras sucked in her breath, controlling her temper. Alucard was right, but no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much courage she built up, she could never bring herself to actually say his name. It felt like taboo and it was an unwanted habit too. "What do you want?" Seras crossed her arms across her stomach.

"To congratulate you." He shrugged, leaving Seras to gape, as his face went blank for a moment. "Our Master wishes to debrief us on our next mission."

"So learning to ride those motorcycles wasn't just to keep us preoccupied." Seras pointed out the obvious.



"I believe so." Alucard gave a wry smile as he stood up. It both scared and shocked Seras, the quick mood change couldn't be a good thing. "Shall we go?" he asked, raising a hand towards her.

Seras rose a questioning eye brow, chivalry wasn't apart of Alucard's demeanor. "Come on Seras." A quite voice sneered in her mind. Feeling as if she had to show Alucard that she could take care of herself, she turned back towards the door and opened it. "I'll see you there-." She was about to say "Alucard" but the look on his face told her not to.

When Seras closed the door behind her, Alucard balled his opened hand into a tight first. He was in a cruel mood and by the looks of it, he wasn't the only one.

"She is still only a simple fledgling, she can't even desipher his feelings from her own!!" He said, disgusted. He knew the very reason why she was so confused with her own thoughts. It was because of her inability to separate her self from Pip. It didn't surprise him really, she held onto her humanity for such a long time and sometimes even now she held close to here those morals. That human connection is what kept everything so muddled for her. "But I'll soon fix that." Alucard gave a cold laugh as he disappeared into the shadows.

Seras was standing at attention in front of an oak desk with her back straight as a board and eyes focused forward. A woman sat behind that desk in a wood framed chair that had green upholstered cushions. Piles of paper covered every open space available, yet it was so organized. The woman herself didn't really look very feminine either. She had a sharp featured face and round glasses. Behind those spectacles were cold, hard steely blue eyes that seemed to look into your soul. Long, very straight, light blonde hair fell a little past her strong shoulders. Folded, white gloved hands were pressed against thin unsmiling lips. A olive green fabric covered her whole body in the form of a suit. You could barely tell she had breast!! Sir Integra Fairbrooke Wingacy Hellsing was conservative, a lover of smoking cigars, and a master at deathly glares.

Seras couldn't help but to gulp. Every time she was summoned to Sir Intergra's study, she always felt guilty of something! Despite her newly honed abilities and strength, Seras was completely powerless under the ever watchful eye of Alucard's master.

"A new mission has arisen." Integra went on in a calm matter. She held her cigar out to the side for Walter to clip, which he did obediently, always at the ready.

So quickly? Seras pondered. She wasn't sure if she wanted a mission right now. It had only been a few months since the battle with Millennium and most of Hellsings army- well the army itself was nonexistent!! But it wasn't only there small organization that has seemed to suffer either. All of London has, but strangely the community seems to live their lives in complete ignorance of the battle that had taken place in their grand city. Sears knew Alucard was behind that, she shuddered to think of what others powers her former master hides from her.

"You'll want to go Seras," Alucard spoke into her mind. "Just listen."

"Recently, many FREAKS have been traveling out of Europe, aware that they are no longer safe here." Integra smirked proudly. "Thus, they've been crossing the Atlantic to America." Her voice set in a grimmer tone.

"America?" Seras blink, disbelief flooding her conscious.

"Yes Miss Victoria, they've retreated to the Yankee's land." Sir Hellsing took a long drag of her cigar, savoring the taste in her mouth.

Abruptly a cackled howl erupted from the corner of the room as Alucard came into the full moonlight, which was quickly sinking behind the horizon. "When do we leave my Master?" his glasses glinting dangerously.

"You have today and all tonight to sleep, tomorrow morning from London's International Airport." Integra recomposed herself after Alucard's outburst. "You'll be flying a commercial plane."

"What?!" Seras was surprised. Last time they traveled to Africa, they used a private jet, but by flying commercial, doesn't that put Hellsing at risk? Especially if it's in the morning?

A frown spread onto Integra's features and said solemnly. "Because of the war, the Queen cannot spare her normal amount of funds, but rest assured Miss Seras, you will not be in any discomfort."

"Where will we sleep?" Seras said, expressing all the concerns she had. She was also about to add, "How are we going to get blood?" but she bit her tongue and held back.

"That has also been arranged, everything." Integra added, knowing exactly what was on Seras' mind. "Dismissed."

With a little salute, Seras walked out of the room, so very happy not to have Alucard any where near her. The aura that seemed to come off of him made her break out in a cold sweat.

As Alucard began to leave, Sir Hellsing called him back and waved at Walter for him to leave.

With her vampire servant standing in front of her, Integra studied him carefully. He might know her better, but Integra still understood vampires enough to see Alucard's evident mood change. "Alucard." She began in her commanding voice, pausing for a moment. "Don't do anything irresponsible."

He gave a sweeping bow, a mocking smile on his lips. "As my Master wishes." Alucard said before melting into the shadows.

As Integra finished a few loose ends before she planned on retiring for the day, she felt her stomach twist. Something bugged her, like a spark of intuition that seemed to scream. "This trip will be far from smooth."

A/N: Yay!! First chapter is DONE!! Please R&R, I want to make sure you guys are getting what you want, and if your not, feel free to speak up too!! I like getting bashed into the wall when it comes to criticism!! It keeps me on my toes and motivated, which I tend to lack… a lot. I will try to update asap, but again I'm a big procrastinator. So kick my ass so I keep going!! O-o