Okay, so that took me way too long to update. I could make excuses like 'Oh jeez, school! Tests, studying!' or 'I've been focused on getting my forensics pieces ready and memorized before next Saturday' or some shit like that, but I'm not going to give you those, cuz, well, I could have still been writing.

Chapter 2

Sure enough, the following night, Sir Integera summoned the young vampire to her office to inform her that she would begin the new recruit's training that evening.

"They are well aware of what you are, officer, so do not be concerned with such formalities. I only wish for you to teach them how to defend themselves." The knight briefly paused "Get to it, I suppose"

"Sir" Seras saluted dutifully and began her journey to the shooting range. This was where she was told she could find her new students.

Seras entered the room to find a group of 10 to 15 men dressed in the standard Hellsing foot soldier uniform. All of them were standing in a disorderly group, a few seemed quite nervous. The gathering turned as a whole when their new overseer entered the room.

"Hello boys. My name is Officer Seras Victoria, as you have already been informed, I will be teaching you how things are done around here." A few of them paled when she introduced herself. Sir Integera had told them what she was after all. The room was silent for at least a minute while the blond grew more irritated with their fright. "Well?" A young man nearer the front stepped forward. He was very lean and had a timid air about him. He couldn't be far out of his teens.

"I mean no disrespect ma'am, but if we are truly to believe that we are fighting vampires then well..." he seemed to lose his courage as he trailed off. He looked at the ground and made a determined face, looking back at Seras, he continued "...then why are we being trained by and expected to fight with one...er...ma'am?" He quickly snapped to attention after completing his question.

"What's your name?" inquired the girl before him.

"Ah...that is....Josh..ah...Joshua Whittaker" Sweat was visibly appearing on his features.

"At ease, Whittaker. I congratulate you on your bravery." The man in question fell out of salute and backed into the comfort of the group. "I am instructing you for the simple reason that I have been employed in Hellsing longer than all but a handful of soldiers. In my superiors eyes, I did a good job with the last set of recruits I trained. I, gentlemen, am a monster, and you will be fighting monsters. I am in the employ and control of this base. However, I can not guarantee your safety from even me." A large majority of the men grew noticeably nervous when she concluded her small speech. "Perhaps this will motivate you to watch your backs at all times."

Seras collapsed on her bed, completely exhausted from dealing with her new underlings. All she really wanted to do was take a long hot shower and go to sleep for the day, which was fast approaching. After putting her self in the less appealing mind set of getting up on her soft bed, her eyes trailed across the room, not really expecting anything, but an unconscious habit none the less. When she was just about to stand, her eyes caught on a patch of red. Dinner. Blood. One of the newer butlers must have placed it in the ice bucket while she was out. Suddenly, she could smell it, and it called for her. Had she been this hungry all night?

At once, she pounced, barely giving her thoughts time to form. Seras didn't bother opening the packet of sustenance and simply sunk her teeth into it the moment it was in her hands. A faint whimper escaped her lips when the plastic gave way to no more blood.

"Very unsatisfying, isn't it?" The blond looked up to see her master calmly leaning against the wall opposite herself. His facial expression was the same somber it had been the night previous. The elder vampire lightly pushed himself off the wall with his shoulder and took the few steps over to his fledgling. "And cold."

"It certainly doesn't taste the same..." Seras agreed.

"If we met under different circumstances, I may have been able to teach you to hunt and witness your first kill." He still wore his mask of seriousness.

"If we met under different circumstances, I would be dead, Master." At last, mirth escaped Alucard.

"Hah! Yes, I do suppose you are right, police girl. But perhaps not, when you are such a stubborn and lively being." A grin glued itself to his face and grew with every passing word. "So, how was the evening with your natural prey?"

"Master! That is most certainly not funny!" Alucard shrugged in an 'it's true' sort of gesture. "If you really must know, I did perfectly, and was not once tempted. I don't even think I thought about it."

"Ah, but you've pinned it yourself. Thought. Once you begin to think about blood, it will consume you no matter where you are. But your will is stronger than that. I'm sure you didn't become tempted because you didn't let your self think on the matter. Thought I am pleased you are coming into your true nature, as displayed by what I just now witnessed, I am also quite pleased that your self control is so concrete." Seras' eyes narrowed.

"Are you teasing me? You always hounded me about my so called amazing self control." He frowned slightly before saying

"When you starved your self, servant, yes, I was unhappy with your unusually strong will against your natural nourishment. But do not think me a complete monster, police girl. Humans are not cattle, their nature so close to ours, they are our food source, yes, but not mindless creatures. We should not needlessly condemn them all to death." Seras looked upon Alucard with confusion.

"Is it not true that, if we were free from Hellsing, you would kill humans at your fancy?" Amusement returned to the red clad vampire.

"Oh, well, yes, of course that would be the case. I enjoy carnage and bloodshed in vast amounts, as you surely will as the years pass. But you should never kill them in such vast amounts that it disturbs populations. They are our food, are they not? Ah, but the day is almost upon us, Seras. Perhaps we shall continue this at a later date. Go, take your human shower, and take in your days rest." With that, he promptly left through the wall in the direction Seras always supposed was the place his chambers were held.

She let the hot water pour over her skin and wash her aches away. It was true, what Master had said, that showering was a very human thing to do. She has realized without much effort that vampires didn't have body oder, at least not in the way that humans did, simply a scent. Her hair also never became greasy or unpleasant. But she often found herself covered in blood or just in need of the soothing feeling of hot water pounding against her.

Master is always so cryptic when ever he tries to teach me something, like I'll learn more than if he simply tells me his point Momentarily, her thoughts washed away down the drain and her mind was clear for another minute or so before a thought snaked it's way into her mind.

I suppose it makes sense, in the case of the food chain. We are on top, supposedly, vampires consume humans, humans consume animals, animals consume plants. If one where to be gone, the level above would starve, and the level below would become far too over populated. Seras caught herself in the thought. What am I saying? I shouldn't ever kill humans, it's not right.

She went on the rest of the night, cleaning herself and dressing herself for bed, thinking this mantra over and over again. It's not right. It's not right. It's not right. but just as the lid to her four poster coffin was coming shut on her and all light was escaping her view, a thought briefly passed through her mind before she lost conscientiousness.

But what's wrong about it?