It wasn't like Integra to question any of her servants; She could respect a certain amount of privacy. She allowed them free time to themselves as long as it didn't cause backlash on the Hellsing family name. Besides, she had far too much work under her belt with board meetings almost daily and mountains of reports to file through. At times, she had Walter to help with some of the work load when he felt like it; but most of the time he spent his days attending to the manor and cooking meals. Seras was free to roam. Lately, she had started hanging around the Wild Geese. It didn't take a genius to see that the newborn vampire was head-over-heels for the mercenary named Pip. Integra didn't think that the two dating was a bright idea, but she wasn't going to hold them back either. The young police officer deserved to have some form of happiness in her life.

What caught her attention, as well as her concern, was the fact that Alucard had ran down the hallway before disappearing into the shadows of the walls. It was well known that Alucard never ran, not even in his beloved fights. To say the annoyed looked plastered on his face was surprising was a complete understatement.

Integra had grew up with the dark haired Prince of Darkness acting as her destructive shadow. It took a few years to get passed her fear of the Count. The man was unapproachable, blood-thirsty, cunning, unpleasant, and all together creepy. His mere presence made chills spike across her skin.

"Walter, where is he going?"

It seemed like she spoke to thin air, but she knew the tall lanky butler had a knack of appearing out of nowhere; but he could never pull it off as well as the red-clad man that resided beneath the manor.

"I do not know, Sir Integra. He was okay down in the basement. Then he was suddenly bolting out of his throne. He did seem quite...bizzare. I don't recall him acting in such a way. Maybe Anderson is nearby?"

Alucard had done many things in his years of wondering the earth; some actions enough to make grown men cry. His several alias were all well known throughout the world. Mortals tended to believe him as a mere folktale, and that was perfectly okay with him. It made it all the more amusing when he got the rare occasion to scare the poor humans; their looks of horror was priceless.

Being so well revered throughout the world, there tended to be tourists that visited his old residencies. Humans were nosey, he understood that after living for so long. He didn't see a problem allowing tour guides roam old forgotten hallways, making up ridiculous rumors that made him almost die of laughter. There was a reason his old castles were abandoned with little hesitance; although the places were very sentimental to him and he was possessive of his servants under his rule, he was willing to part with all of it in order to keep his one precious possession safe.

But that went to Hell in a hand-basket.

After falling into a seventy year hibernation, he awoke and decided it was completely safe for him to go outside in order to find a unsuspecting human for a êsnack. The last thing he expected was to be tied down by the Hellsing organization. His precious possession laid in a small unsuspecting house just on the outskirts of Andorra, England. He never forgot about the small building, nor what it contained; but he never had free time away from the manor without being supervised like a small child. The last thing he wanted was to lead any danger near the area.

But it turns out that he didn't have to visit after all. The mortals had made it their business to film a live documentary on some bullshit show and Alucard had watched as they entered onto his property acting like baffoons as they attempted to create 'suspense'. He wasn't pleased, but figured as long as the mortals stayed outside the walls of his home, they would be alright. But the damned humans had roamed almost the entire house, when they came across a small coffin with many engravings.

Alucard lost it then.

He knew that even if he ran as fast as he could, he wouldn't reach the house on time to keep the coffin from leaving the house; A infuriating fact, but a true one. He was well aware of the fact that he had a helicopter attempting to keep up with him; he could feel the police girl practical drilling her eyes into the back of his head. He knew that they wouldn't pass up the chance to follow him when he so abruptly left, but he wasn't going to slow down at all.

The scenery was a blurred mass of varying greens that once would have been beautiful, but they only served as a distraction at the moment.

"Alucard, return to the manor immediately." The speakers blared from the helicopter with at deafening volume, but Alucard simply kept running and attempted to ignore Integra's command. He had followed the young mortal woman's commands for years now, he could at least give himself a free day of no rules so he could get done what should have happened over a century ago.

Dodging the few spares trees that spread across the valley, his eyes could only zero-in on the small black for on the horizon that was slowly expanding. It only took under three minutes for him to reach the house, but it might as well have been an eternity. The extravagantly decorated cabin was exactly as he remembered it to be, with dark colored walls engraved with old forgotten Celtic and Japanese symbols and designs that were in-laid with gold. The garden that he had planted was over-grown and wild but it only added to the view of the property itself.

But the white and blue vans parked on the lawn, having ripped up some of the rose bushes that were just in front of the house, did not belong there. He could handle that... after all, plants grow back better than before. However, all those centuries of controlling his emotions to the point it could be considered mastery, went down the proverbial drain at the sight of three cameraman snooping around the property and, most importantly, around a six foot long coffin that was engraved with golden rosary designs and silver kanji.

It didn't take but a few seconds for someone to notice him, seeing as the helicopter was really successful in gaining attention with how loud it was. Typically, he would have had his trademark maniac grin in place, but all his face could form was a scowl as he saw some man wearing a green vest decked out in gadgets with his hands poised to open the lid of the coffin with a hammer and chisel. Alucard knew the guy was only using those tools because of the engraved symbols on the lid of the coffin prevent anyone from opening it, aside from himself and whoever was within the coffin, of course. But it didn't ease his anger in any form.

"I can understand you insolent mortals love to indulge yourselves amongst the ruins of myths, but you could bear the decency to respect the resting place for the dead in the very least, hn?" Alucard didn't stop the malice from lacing his voice, he probably couldn't if he tried. He liked the small sense of satisfaction that slithered into his being when he could smell the sudden stench of fear and one guy wet his pants. "It would be very much appreciated, and for your best interests, if you leave my property within the next four seconds." Withdrawing his gun from within his red jacket, he pointed it directly at the man crouched by the coffin. Despite everyone's paling faces, no one moved an inch. Alucard growled low in his throat. It seemed mortals lost their ability to comprehend over the years. "Your fucking insurance must be great!"

He flexed his finger over the trigger, so tempted to pull and let the bodies drop like flies to the ground. But he refrained himself. The last thing he wanted was to have these filthy mortals vile blood staining the coffin. Bending the shadows to his will, he appeared behind the man that was still clenching on to the hammer like it was a life line. He didn't waste time on wrapping a hand around the man's throat and dragging him back away from the coffin a safe distance before squeezing the trigger of the gun that was pressed into the man's head.

It was like a switch turned on at that moment as Alucard allowed the body to fall to the floor. All the mortals started running like little ants towards there vehicles. The sudden anger Alucard experienced was astounding to him, as he didn't hesitate to start popping off the filth one at a time; no longer having to worry about dirtying the coffin as everyone made his job quit easier.

Shooting the nearest van that one of the cameramen was able to reach before he caught a bullet, Alucard watched with a great sense of satisfaction as it exploded with a large plume of smoke that hid the helicopter from view.

"Alucard! What the hell are you doing?!"