Author's Note

Hello guys, this is Konami speaking. For years I've been reading fanfiction and for once I'm going to post something of my own. Flames are not welcomed, but constructive criticism is, I wish to give you the best product I can, and if you see something that needs fixed I am more than willing to listen. This story is rated MA for future chapters, and starts off where episode ten left off. If you have any questions feel free to PM me. I will get back to you as soon as humanly possible.

For Copyright: I do not own Hellsing or any of the hellsing characters. All rights are reserved to their respective owners. I am only using the characters in a story of my creation for entertainment purposes.

The sky was pitch black, the moon high and bright in the sky, and it was nights like this she was reminded of him the most. Not to mention, today was the thirty year anniversary of the Millennium attack, or as the higher ups liked to put it, "The Zeppelin Incident". Funny how the deaths of Millions could be summed up as a simple incident.

When he was still around she would often catch him out here. Sitting on the edge of the roof, chalice of blood in one hand, red fedora beside him, and he would always be staring at the moon, eyes glazed over in thought, as if the moon could answer all his questions.

Seras brought her hand to her neck, her fingers massaging the claiming mark on her otherwise spotless skin. Just thinking about her mysterious master brought on the familiar tingle in her neck, it was this feeling that assured her, her master was still alive.

In the beginning, Integra had high hopes of his return, but as the years went on she lost faith. Now speaking his name was frowned upon in the household, his room was sealed off, and all traces of him were swept away under the rug. All except one, herself.

After his leaving, she worked long and hard to become the vampire he wished her to be. She no longer forsaked blood, and over time began to find bliss in the carnage she wrought on missions. She was no longer that shy little girl he had first run upon, she was now a feared draculina. However, no matter how powerful she became, she still held on to her human emotions, and it was these emotions that kept her coming back to her master's lair, and currently where she was currently, on the Southeastern edge of the roof.

At first she visited his domain because it was the only place she could mourn him in peace. She was alone in the world, the only vampire in an organization, whose main goal was to kill others of her kind. When she was at her wits end, she could go to those chambers, breathe deep, and allow his musky scent to calm her nerves. She could imagine him sitting in his throne, one hand propping his head up on the armrest, his other moving as he spoke, almost like he was orchestrating what he said. Those times seemed almost like yesterday, but now his scent was faint, covered up by the musty odor of the basement.

So instead of his chambers, she now frequented the roof. Back against the iron rail, one leg hanging over the side, staring at the moon like he often did, it was at moments like these she felt like he was there with her. Still there to guide and teach her. She is often questioned why she misses him, and she can see why they wonder. They never really spoke to each other unless it was him mocking or chastising her, but what the humans don't understand is that the Sire and Childe bond they have allowed them to become closer on a level humans could never understand.

"Hey Master, it's me again. Can you hear me where you are. Does my voice reach you, or am I just talking to myself like a loon. Either way, even if it doesn't, it's nice to think it does."

The wind blew hard, the air carrying the scent of rain to come.

" Today Sir Penwood showed improvement with his fencing, Sir Integra greatly appreciated the match, he's the first opponent she's had in awhile that has given her any sort of challenge. Sir Islands possibly could if he bothered to show up."

The moon grew fuller, the faintest traces of pink staining its hue.

" I've also grown in my power, Sir Integra tells me all the time how far I've come, I'd like to think you'd be proud of me, wouldn't that be a change."

The wind picked up more, rustling the trees to and fro, Sera's hair whipped around her head as she stared at the moon lost in thought.

"Master, I know you abhor weakness, and you view human emotions as weaknesses, but I really do miss you. Even if all you did was chastise me... Well it was nice talking to you, but I've got paperwork to do before bed, so Good Day."

She went to stand, but as she did her knees buckled, and her hands went to her neck. The marks tingled harshly against her skin, like the feeling of a limb waking up. She clenched the marks tightly, and ears perked up at the sound of bats. They seemed to circle in the sky, almost like they were dancing in front of the moon. She had been so lost in thought she had not noticed until now the rich red the moon had colored.

Nostalgia hit Seras hard, a lump forming in her throat.

"I haven't seen the moon so red since-"

Her thoughts were cut short as her shadows sensed someone enter Mansion. Her shadowy arm manifested her Harkonnen to her, and within moments she heard the sound of gunfire from the Northern side of the Mansion.

" SIR INTEGRA!"

She fazed through the roof to the floor below and ran to Sir Integra's room, kicking the door in upon arrival. Integra immediately took shelter behind the draculina, however, Seras could feel no ill intent from whomever was in the room.

"Ha ha ha ha ha"

The red cladded mans shoulders rose and fell with each shallow laugh he made.

"That laugh, and those clothes?!"

Seras could not help the excitement which coursed through her veins. The red man then looked up, his black hair a lion's mane around his head.

"Such a violent welcome, what an honor, I'd feared you'd forgotten about me."

"Your Back!"

Seras ran further into the room, shouldering the large gun on her good arm, while Integra sat herself back down on the bed, arms crossed across her chest.

"You're a bit later than I'd expected Alucard, care to explain yourself."

Alucard bit back a laugh, the look of amusement never leaving his face.

"Killing oneself takes some time, and in my situation, there was a lot of self to kill. 3,424,367 souls were within me. Clouding my mind, denying me awareness. I butchered them all, until only I remained. I have returned, but I'm also always no where. It's a conundrum. The truth of it is, I am everywhere."

"You have returned, and in the meantime, I have grown old and gray. Were you stalking in here to drink my blood?"

Integra finally turned to face her servant, her face holding a bit of amusement.

" Ha ha ha ha do you need to ask? I haven't eaten anything in thirty years. I'm famished"

The last words said in a breathy drawl.

"The young woman you knew is gone, I'm... Ancient"

Integra's face showed the weariness she felt, her age catching up to her, if only for a second.

"And I'm not"

Integra gave the faintest of smiles. Then brought her right hand to her mouth, bit her finger, and lifted her hand to Alucard's mouth, to receive the Virgins strong blood.

"Your home, my dear count."

"Back forever more, my countess."

It was well known her Master viewed his Master as an equal. So much so he would bestow her a title fitting of it. A title of equal counterpart to his own.

Seras felt the old stirrings of jealousy, and squashed them before they could form. Over the years Integra had become the closest thing to family she had, had in a long time. Their bond much like that of a sister, except this sister ordered her around and sent her out on missions to kill monsters of the night. They had shared secrets, and many drinks together; and over the years Seras had learned the complicated relationship which was Integra's and Alucard's. Loyalty and respect were the key components. He was loyal to her because he respected her, and she respected him in turn. However, their relationship would never blossom past Master and Servant. She was bound by honor, to her country, and to her family. She would never go against her family's creed, and Alucard would never let her. Infact, befriending a creature of the night such as Seras was as far as the Iron maiden would go. With this in mind Seras excused herself. Even after receiving virgin blood, her Master would still require proper nourishment, and while she was off retrieving the packets, it would giver her Masters time to talk.

Quietly walking away, she closed the door to Integra's room, and made her way down the corridor to the ground level below.

Alucard heard the click of the door, and frowned towards the door across the room.

" Hmph what a servant I have. One minute she's ecstatic to see me, the next she's walking out the door without even giving me a proper hello."

Integra looked to the door, then walked casually to her bed.

"Always so hard on her, seems some things never change."

Integra laid down on the bed, her covers coming back up over her body. A soft laugh escaping her lips.

"And what is it you find so funny Master?"

A look of curiousness crossing his face.

"It's funny how things work out. After 15 years, I completely gave up hope of you returning, and all the while she would tell me you would come back. Ha ha, it's funny, because all the while she was right, and I just blew it off as being naive hope on her part."

Integra gave a deep breathe, her one eye closing.

"Now if you would excuse me, I'm quite cranky if I do not receive adequate sleep, it's not like my younger years when I could run on caffeine and will power. Now run along, I'm positive by the time you reach your own chamber there will be a meal waiting for you. Besides, you must be exhausted, so with that I bid you goodnight."

"And a Good day to you, My Master"

His voice seemed to come from all round the room as he vanished from sight, no doubt going down to his own dark chambers.