First let me apologize to Elin-Darling. I wrote this for her birthday and then never posted it, I am an idgit sometimes. sigh Anywho, I hope you enjoy, and I don't own Hellsing. Yay, vampires.

The day would simply never end. If it wasn't one thing it was the other, and absolutely everyone was being unreasonable. Three of my most promising new recruits were missing, the paperwork I had worked so diligently on had been the prey to my own clumsiness and now lay in a sodden pile of its own ink and tea, and now I was informed I was being audited on my taxes by Walter.

How in three levels of Hades could the bloody government audit me? I had half a mind to just kill however was in charge of the whole affair, except that I was fairly certain the Queen would disapprove.

I let out a heavy sigh.

And it was only just past breakfast.

"Sir Hellsing," said the kindly old voice of my elderly butler. He was very deceiving. "I have brought you mare tea"

I growled.

"Perhaps coffee would be more your preference this morning, Sir?" he asked, his smile more amused than kind. "I believe you could use the pick-me-you, if you don't mind me saying, Sir, you look a bit peaked."

I glared and rubbed my temples. I didn't want any tea. I didn't want any breakfast; I didn't even give a rat's arse if I never saw another liquid in my life. I just wanted this day to be bloody well over with!

"You're dismissed, Walter," I said lowly, in my most menacing voice, not even bothering to acknowledge his concern.

He left closing the door behind him, a little bounce in his step. My aggravation would make him happy.

I got up after a moment filled with torment; I could feel a headache on the brink of my conscious. It would not help me in the task of completing the rest of the paperwork I had already begun to redo.

It took me longer than usual to get through the day, but only mentally. Time went on the same, I suppose, but to me it seemed to drag on.

Would this day never end?

I kept on working, trying to make sense of the endless mountain of drivel that encompassed my life, which was paperwork. By the time it was close to nightfall my head was in a full rage against me and my stomach was also in protest, but for other reasons all together. I refused dinner, simply to be alone.



It was well past my bedtime when I decided to retire, if only because I usually slept during the daytime as of late, and my body demanded a small amount of mental solace.

It was then that I found it, lying delicately on my pillow.

Happy Birthday, Master.

Three simple words on some lined composition paper made me both happy that someone remembered, and sad that another year had slipped through my fingers and I was still so far from my goal.

But there was more. Beside the note lay a small box. I knew better than to take anything from him, but this was one instance where I thought I could make an exception.

Inside the box lay a round of silver bullets.

Ah, Alucard, I thought to myself. You certainly know the way to a girl's heart.

I went to sleep that night with my revolver under that same pillow. Perhaps my knight walker would drop in and let me play with my new toy.

A/N –Sorry it's so short Elin. You my home girl, fo' realz. Happy Birthday!