Seras lay sprawled out on the dusty floor. 'How time had passed by so quickly,' she thought. She could not help but wonder what was happening in the world outside of her abode. Most people thought it to be haunted. Nobody wanted or even dared to go near the haunted mansion... For that was what it was. At least, to Seras it was. It was haunted by her memories, memories of a time long gone. She rolled over onto her stomach and inhaled deeply. She could faintly smell a scent that briefly brought back memories of her childhood, her mother's scent. Normally this would have been a good thing, well it was not in this case, not by far, the otherwise sweet scent was tainted by the that of fear, of hatred, and denial.

Not a single one of her current coworkers or employers nor even her master Alucard knew where she was currently residing, cradled by memories, memories that would forever haunt her, during every waking moment, that would follow her into her nightmares when she was asleep, despite her master lecturing her on the 'fact' that vampires don't dream. Maybe it was because she still held on to her human emotions, dreaming was a really human thing right? She was sure her master never dreamt the thought of her master having nightmares about being defeated by Integra's ancestor and being staked as he lay unable to defend himself came to her but she quickly shrugged the foolish idea off. Her master knew what he was saying. But to her. When the nightmares were just becoming fewer something triggered her memories and it was once again as if it had happened the day before.

During her last mission she had gone berserk, lost control, went haywire, call it whatever you like but it was definitely bloody. Her master had grinned broadly, proudly almost. Her employer could only shake her head in disappointment. The butler observed the scene with curiosity, and her co-workers were petrified with sheer terror as she tore through the enemy ranks with nothing else than her bare hands and her bloodlust. She herself had only stared at her hands, the blood staining them bringing back memories of that fateful night years ago, the events leading to the first time her hands were this bloody replaying in her head, unlike now it had been the blood of someone dear to her. But just the same she could only stare as the crimson liquid covered her hands.

Rolling over once more she curled on her side clutching the blanket that her mother had made her years ago. Sighing she let her eyes close as she willed herself to fall asleep in the grand abode she had inherited after her parents had died. She had not lived in the house since she was a little girl though, since... That night. Maybe she should tell Sir Integra? Maybe then she could use her house as a base of operations, then her family would be able to help Integra and the Hellsing organization. It would also make it so Seras would no longer be so lonely (Or cramped in case of the current Hellsing "base of operations").

Seras slowly began to appear within the dark confines of her temporary room inside of the Hellsing summer home, just outside Royal Air Force base Mildenhall(1). Seras couldn't help but wonder why she had never heard of this place, although she did know for one that the Hellsing organization would not be able to operate out of such a small building. In addition to it being relatively little it was just not meant for sieges, or warfare of any sort for that matter, it was meant to be a vacationing home and nothing more. Walking out of her room she moved to where she could sense both her master and her employer... If you could really call Integra her employer, Seras did not get paid for her work nor did she have much choice on the matter, it was work for Hellsing or be hunted by them.

Knocking gently on the door she waited. Upon hearing a gentle call of, "Come in," she cracked open the door far enough to let herself in. When the Hellsing leader's attention was on her she bowed and began to talk, "Sir Integra, I know that this may sound really strange but.. I think I know of a place the organization can operate out of; at least until you can rebuild the old manor." Seras said shyly not sure how Sir Integra would take the news. She had become more confident during her short life as a vampire, but when around Sir Integra all her confidence just seemed to crumble.

Integra twirled around her seat from facing the only window in the room, her interest and curiosity sparked by Seras' words. "Tell me more about exactly what you had in mind, Agent Victoria." Seras hesitated slightly, she felt so small in the presence of the 'lady of steel', but she had already started this, no going back now, "Well sir," she paused before physically trying to shake off her unease, "It's my family home, Sir."

"Your family home." Integra said softly more to herself than to Seras, whatever could the draculina mean? "Continue, Seras."

Seras nodded before proceeding, trying to choose her words well, "My family owns a building much similar to the old Hellsing headquarters... Just.. Larger. " Seras paused again, "It's more like a castle really..."

Integra sat up in her chair eying the draculina with suspicion, even Alucard turned to look at his small fledgling with interest, although hardly visible considering his eyes were covered by his shades. "A castle," Integra prompted, "Officer Victoria, I know of all the castles around London and I assure you most of them are tourist traps.

Seras ducked her head sheepishly, "Well sir, I don't want to sound strange but... your family isn't the only one who dealt in magic long ago."

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AN: The castle idea is a creative liberty. I am sorry if I have offended anyone who may be from England that may be reading this story. I decided to combine chapter one and two thanks to my new beta KawaiiKityChan.

1: This is a real base. My cousin happens to be stationed there along with his wife. I in no way own the rights to this information as I looked up the name on Google.