The fire leapt upward from the torch mounted onto the stone wall. Lighting the hall more than enough for the young female servant, who wore a white robed tied to a fitting position on her body, her long hair kept in place by gold bands as she carefully opened the large wooden doors of her queen's chambers, balancing a pewter plate of several mixed fruits on her forearms. "My queen, the man from the north you wished to see, his convoy arrived shortly ago."

From the large mattress of a bed rose a tall slender woman, pale by comparison to the servant, wearing gold and gem increased jewelry scattered along both of her arms, earrings, headdresses and necklaces and chains. She had streaks of black primitive makeup marking away from her eyes. Walking across the floor of the temple barefooted heading for the door of the chambers the queen placed her hand on the servant's bare shoulder, "See to the needs of his men would you?"

"Of course Cleopatra." The servant said following the queen out of the temple to the courtyard. Normally no one but royalty would dare speak to the queen by her name, Miraki along with a few of the servants were never punished for this however. As they reached where the men were being kept, a light wind blowing sand into their area, Cleopatra approached the heavily set European man making her presence known as the two of them headed back towards the temple.

The servant gathered a few of the fellow servants and slaves to attend to the party that traveled with the European. Having a few of the more attractive ones dance for the men in the nude, the servants handling the party on a most personal level where the slaves were demoted to retrieving fruits when requested. The servant was attending to a European who through her limited understanding of English figured he was a simple knight; suddenly from behind her she heard a male speaking the Egyptian tongue, "Surely you have a name don't you?"

The young servant turned back and saw a tall pale man smirking down at her, his hair wildly surrounding his head. That was where she always made herself stop remembering, she could not handle the rest. Miraki fluttered her eyes open looking out the airplane's window to see what few lights remained in London at night as they began to land. It was hard to believe that she was even able to land somewhere around London; after all they were still trying to dig out the corpses and take a proper body count.

Seras waited at the Airport, standing before a parked limousine. Watching the plane slowly land, the tires grinding against the cracked and burned cement as the plane slowly dragged to stop. Seras double-checked her left arm making sure it was out of sight as she looked up at the now opened plane door, indeed just as her master has said there was a young Egyptian woman wearing a very simple white dress, on both sides of her there was a typical bodyguard. Seras remembered something else Integra had told her, the signal to let the bodyguards know who she was.

Miraki saw the young blonde woman quicker than her bodyguards did, and was rather disgusted. Miraki was set aside from the fact that this woman seem to take more than just pride in her developed bosom, wearing such an ill fitting top and seemingly did not care if her appeal in clothing mattered. It was also the strong scent of a vampire that rung around her, her eyes may be covered by an oddly designed pair of sunglasses but there was no doubt that this blonde was not only a vampire, but to be so publicly indifference about her security told Miraki this might be the heir Van Gann mentioned. Miraki raised her right eyebrow softly in confusion seeing this seemingly one armed blonde reaching up to tap the brim of her Australian styled slouch hat. Her bodyguards seemed to recognize this however as they each nodded leaving Miraki with the blonde as they opened the door of the limousine and helped her in.

As the blonde vampire entered the other side of the limousine the vehicle started to drive away as Miraki's bodyguards headed back towards the plane, which would take them back to Egypt to report to the government. Miraki would not bring up conversation, nor did she feel that this English bred vampire would start one. Miraki had requested the personal assistance of Hellsing in escorting her to her hotel, having made many enemies back in Egypt Miraki knew the only ones qualified for it was Hellsing, furthermore it displeased Miraki. She could tell this blonde vampire was fairly new to her powers and had yet picked up upon what Miraki was.

Seras sat in the limousine in quiet, not wanting to talk to this woman. However, she felt something around her, similar to that kind of feeling a vampire got when in the presence of another, yet it was different, more primal almost. Reaching up to shut the window between the backseat and the driver with her right hand Seras shut it swiftly as her right arm, more or less a shadowy blade reached out from her jacket, pushing the sleeve aside holding the edge against the woman's throat as Seras tossed her glasses off, "What are you?"

Miraki sighed almost, if anything this vampire was not as naïve as she had originally thought, "How long have you been damned child?"

"Long enough to accept it, now what the hell are you?" Seras asked her red eyes glaring at those hazel hues of the woman, her lips curling up to banish her fangs.

Miraki looked back at Seras shaking her head, "If you were Vampire that long you would not let your emotional state follow your physical one."

Seras kept looking at the woman, even though she did not believe what she was saying, it made sense. Ever since she had been turned by her former master the only real time she used her powers were in a state of blood-lust. Not of typical lust but it did usually trigger an overwhelming emotional response. Withdrawing her shadow of an arm, it fully retracted back into her stub of a shoulder as she yanked the jacket back over her shoulder, "Now, will you answer?"

"I am just like you child. A vampire crafted by another, I was born not turned thus I can tell you were fairly new to this. You could not tell the difference yet."

Her words hit Seras, something about them, how she was being smug yet seemed to want to generally tell Seras something. Than she grasped the words that were actually said, "Wait, Vampires can't give birth to other vampires."

"True in a physiology sense it is impossible; a female's eggs will start to decay shortly after her transformation, and if a male vampire impregnated a normal woman the child would not be conceived. There is however loop holes to this, if timed correctly two vampires could meet a conception, but afterwards certain regulations and guidelines must be followed for the child to make it. I'm afraid I do not know those specifics, it is a practice not done anymore."

Seras never looked at her while Miraki was talking, always facing forward. "So is there a difference between born vampires and turned ones?"

"While the power of born vampires is generally weaker, we do gain a control over it faster. Other than that and the fact that we see the memories of our vampiric caregivers we are the same to your kind. Do not mention this to your master; I am fairly good at keeping myself at check."

That last sentence, the way she said it, how her demeanor was lost, a meekness rising up into her throat, it reminded Seras of someone. "Don't worry Miraki, as long as you don't do anything that would get her attention I won't say a word."