Baby Mama

Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or any of the characters; this is a work of fiction for fan amusement and entertainment.

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The vampire target was on the run. Unlike so many others, it knew that the foes it faced were greater than he, so he ran. Alucard enjoyed a chase, and it had been so long since he had had a good chase.

He and Seras jumped through the doors of a closed medical office. What kind of office they weren't sure, and they didn't care, all they knew was that their pray had run into the building in its haphazard run from the inevitable.

They crashed through several doors before they cornered their target in a lab room. Alucard's mad grin widened when he spotted the target as he tripped over something in the lab. "Say goodnight." And he fired a single round into the vampire's skull.

Seras's nose wrinkled, "I was no use, drat."

"You'll get there, eventually." Alucard sneered as he began to poke around the lab. "I wonder…what is all this? I've never seen this sort of equipment before." He picked up a large syringe looking instrument.

"Look, master, we should leave these things alone…master! What are you doing?! Spit that out!"

"What?!" He said after he swallowed hard.

"What did you just eat?" Seras stared at him disbelievingly.

Alucard shrugged, "Found it in that funny little fridge over there."

"WHY did you eat it??" Seras was still flabbergasted.

"All I know was that it smelled tasty, ok?" Then turned around and began picking through more of things around him.

"Master, let's go before…stop that! I'll tell Integra if you don't stop…eating things!"

"Bah! Who's the master here?"

"Integra." Seras threatened.

Alucard sneered as he looked at his fledging, "Fine, fine, be that way."

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"Sir Integra."

"Yes, Walter?"

"Alucard and Seras are pursuing the target into a clinic, and I'm afraid there is going to be damages."

"What for of clinic?"

"One that specializes in in vitro fertilization."

"Oh, well, that might be a bit of a mess to clean up." She frowned as she twiddled her cigarette between her fingers. "They just better not touch anything."

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PLOT BUNNY ALERT. Gah, when will they stop! They breed like…well, bunnies!