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The wind tickled her porcelain skin gently as she stood above the mansion, excitement bubbling in her veins. Morphing her body into a cloud of pale mist she descended.

Creating a stretch of black space she stepped though to a large circular room draped in heavy, damp curtains. In the centre stood a tall, tapered man with wine red hair tied back into a loose plait. Bowing before her master she withdrew a small cylindrical object from the pouch attached to her waist.

"Master, I have it!" she exclaimed.

The tall vampire smiled, leaning down to pluck the precious artifact from her
hand.

"Very good, I expect nothing less from my prodigy." Seras Victoria
grinned.

Flashback – Seras's POV

How pathetic. Cowering before me like the filthy trash you are. Those callous words rang in my ears and I struggled to block them out. Clenching my fists tightly I glared at the floor, desperately trying to drown out the sound of my master's voice.

What was I to him? A burden? Dead weight he had been forced to carry? A pawn who couldn't do anything right? Useless to the point of being completely worthless?

Why did I always look to him for praise? It was clear by this point that none was forthcoming. Everything I'd ever done, I'd done for him. My master. So he would be proud; so he would see me as something more than a hopeless weakling. But... it was too late now. He'd never have to hear from me again;
perhaps this was the only way I could please him. Rolling to face the dark sky I made a frail attempt to seize the moon but still it lingered far beyond my reach. The pain, so intense at first, had numbed somewhat - dulled by a sorrow that could not be ignored.

"Master…Why…?"

No one's POV

"Alucard!"

Flipping rapidly through a mass of papers, Integra Hellsing straightened her glasses with an air of impatience.

"You called for me, Master?" came the reply.

"Yes! Get your sorry ass up here now!" she snapped.

Phasing though the wall, Alucard removed his hat and gazed questioningly at his master. "What is it, Master?" he asked politely.

"There have been numerous rare artifacts disappearing in the past few weeks. All of them, curiously, have been linked with vampire extermination and capture." Alucard grinned widely, his large canine teeth glinting.

"So the FREAKS have been doing some remodeling, eh?" he inquired smugly.

Integra's eyes sparked. "I don't think it's FREAKS that have been doing this." She rubbed her forehead with a weary sigh.

Alucard raised an eyebrow in dubious surprise. "Oh, really?"

Pushing a blue button on her desk, Integra brought up a large plasma screen and tapped the play button with a painted nail. The screen flickered to display the interior of a large room in which stood a tall glass stand. With his flawless vision, Alucard could make out a small tube containing what looked like an old scroll.

Suddenly, moving almost too swiftly to make out, a slender, petite figure approached the display and phased its hand into the glass, plucking the delicate item from it. As it turned Alucard could make out a pair of vibrant crimson eyes glaring back at him before the screen flashed and died.

"That's all there is. Luckily the scene was digitally recorded; the rest was destroyed."

Alucard's grin spread across his face and he cackled menacingly. "Wonderful! It's been a while since I had a good fight!" Turning to
Integra he cocked his head expectantly. "Well Master? What are you waiting for? Give the order so I can tear them apart and paint the walls in their blood!"

"Mission: Seek and destroy." Integra intoned.

Alucard nodded, his bloodthirsty smirk growing, if possible, even larger. It was turning out to be such a beautiful night.

Alucard's POV (Hopefully you don't go insane from reading this)

Perfect; a true nosferatu. Finally, a worthy battle! I was sick of ghouls and FREAKS, pathetic things that they were; trying to impersonate the clean blood of my kind. Tasting the tang of murderous intent I quickly phased through a wall, appearing in a well furnished banquet hall.

In the dim light cast by the moon, I could see room was impressively decorated – lace curtains and oak flooring to name but a few of the expenses. However, having been raised as a king and living for the most part in the Hellsing mansion, I regarded this with little interest. Glancing absent-mindedly at a display of a crystal vile near the door, I briefly wondered what caused humans to feel such a need to show their treasures to others.

Hiding my presence expertly, I settled to wait for my prey – not that I had long to wait. They arrived fairly soon after my arrival, checking the windows and ceiling for spy cameras. From their actions and appearance I could tell it was a female and by my reckoning, relatively young.

Grinning maliciously I crept up behind her, chuckling when at last she realized she was being watched. Spinning wildly she unbuckled a heavy brace tied to her arm and morphed it into a poor excuse for a blade. Not bothering to dodge her pitiful attempt at a sword, I allowed her strike to land and reached for her neck. Healing myself as I did so.

Her eyes widened in horror as I forced her into the wall, splinters of wood falling everywhere like deadly rain. Her screams were music to my ears. With little effort I grabbed her waist and crushed her side, blood gushing to the floor in a river of red.

After a moments thought I released my grip, deciding to give her a few seconds to run. Finding a worthy adversary was such a rarity – I was determined to enjoy myself. Backing away wearily, she placed her palms on the soaked floor and all turned black. What horrors was this vampire about to
unleash?

Suddenly a sharp blow hit me from behind, barely giving me time to feel the pain of it before I was struck again from the side. Though I tried, I couldn't see the offending weapon. I couldn't even see my body. Pulling out my jackal, I waited for my prey to draw near. Without warning I felt
another slash.

Slowly I began to understand this power she wielded. She had the ability to cut off my senses, making it difficult to fight back or defend. Everything except touch was lost to me. Thus I resorted to my only option under such pressing circumstances; allowing instinct to take over, I chanted.

"Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems four…three, approval of situation A recognized. Commencing the Cromwell invocation. Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent." (Thank you SO much Lady Nightlord)

A dark corridor separated us. Taking a moment to enjoy her alarm, I walked toward her at a leisurely pace, bathing in her fear.

With a swift shot from my jackal she collapsed, blood pouring from her mangled shoulder. Aiming a kick at her already wounded side I sent her hurling into the far wall which collapsed, encasing her in a tomb of rubble.

Striding over I dug her out, grabbing her collar and smirking triumphantly. Wasting no time, I ripped of her mask. Behind it was a familiar face. It was…Seras Victoria!

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