((AUTHORS NOTE: Gaaah, thanks for the watches and reviews guys. I wanted to give you guys a heads up...I already had a very basic and yet very 'Suni-like' plot in my head when I started this, and this plot may be far from what you want to see...It probably won't get to every character, and it focuses on three characters...but let me say this...If I told you, say, this story was a passionate yaoi between Anderplant and dead!card would you still read it? xD Well, don't worry, it is NOT a yaoi fic about those two. DO NOT worry about that, but I'm just saying...be prepared to see..well, be prepared to see some interesting things that I highly doubt will actually happen after the manga ends, but that have been in my mind for a few weeks...be prepared for character revival aswell, at least, in some aspect. And be prepared for the upcoming chapter. Please folks, bear with me.))

"Seras...Get my coat, please."

Integral murmured under her breath, as she sat in the corner. Avoid them all, it would help make this experience so much better. Just sit down. Wait. Speak only when spoken to by people of any relevance. Her servant appeared beside her and wrapped the coat around her shoulders.

"Is something bothering you, Integra?" The girl whispered.

"No..." Integra shook her head and then stood, looking around the room. Stupid, foolish people. It was not her idea to be here, it was required. An obnoxious screeching she supposed was a violin began to play over the gossiping crowd. Fantastic. They couldn't even hire a decent musician.

Nothing more then some trivial party, although she couldn't fathom what in gods name they where celebrating... So they invited her? They always did. Every damn year. This was just one sad occasion where she could not turn them down, afterall, if she didn't get out of the house every once and awhile to mingle they'd start suspecting something...Paranoid idiots...

Only a few more hours left and she could return home, change out of the horrid gown she was wearing, and get back to more important matters. She looked at her watch one last time, Only half an hour had passed, and she surveyed the crowd again. A few political figures, some royalty, though no one too mentionable. ...and among them about five or six poor young men catering to this harsh crowd. She almost felt sorry for them, afterall, they where probably as happy to be here as she was. She shook her head and laughed under her breath. At least they where getting paid to hand out beverages and snacks to these fools.

No. Things where not what they used to be, infact, Integra could go as far to say that this country had fallen into a terrible state...No...It had. Ever since Queen Elizabeth's death two years ago...Still, she survived the war, she survived to lead the country out of it...

That much was enough for one lifetime.

...That thought alone was enough to bring about a wave of melancholy...

Ah, it seemed Seras was all she had left. This entire building was rather draining, for in addition to the Queens passing, she could not help but look at the caterers, how they gracefully balanced the plates in hand and passed through the crowd, how they reminded her of Walter back in her childhood...

She smiled and shook her head, then looked back to Seras.

"Come...I think we should be going now."

The girl rose from her chair, and bowed to her master before joining her side.

"Yes, Sir Hellsing."

How Miss Victoria had changed since she first joined Hellsing, both as a person and in appearance...She had let her hair grow out just abit longer, it now hung at her shoulder blades, though she still kept it spiked. Ever since her first taste of blood her eyes glittered like rubies, especially so in the moonlight. She never could fully regenerate her arm, and it was now a mass of shadows and blood by her side, that did not trouble her, she merely covered it, and wore gloves when she was in public. No one knew, and the shapeshifting abilities that came with it where a great aid to her.

She no longer sported the tight miniskirt of her early years, but black slacks... Really, she had altogether a much more professional wardrobe these days...Although the buttons on her vest where ready to burst.

She was a proud vampiress, the blood of The No Life King flowing her her delicate veins, She had embraced her new life, and become a true nosfertu...and in these days, she was among the strongest of the vampire's left.

Though despite her status, that was not a high comparison...These days there where few vampires left in Europe...Their numbers steadily dwindling...

How much longer would The Hellsing Organization even be needed?

The two where just on their way out the door when they where called to a hault.

"Sir Hellsing...?" Integra turned to face the man stopping her. Sir Islands. Hmm. Amazing he was still living.

"Yes, It's very good to see you. It has been too long." She shook his hand and walked with him away from the door, masking her irritation.

Sir Hugh Islands, the second most powerful at the Round Table. No doubt he never believed Integra to be the best leader for Hellsing... Perhaps his mind was too clouded by his memories of Arthur to really accept her. He was a good enough man, he just never seemed to understand Integral, or her methods...and in his old age he was getting increasingly picky with such matters. She sometimes wondered if he was starting to go senile.

Although he began a kind enough conversation she knew it would soon change to whatever harsh critiques he could throw at her... This could range anywhere from slander against her own personal views, to insulting her use of Seras Victoria outside the battlefield... Which seemed to be the case this afternoon.

"Ah...So you've brought your servant with you..." He added casually, after ending his small talk about the music that was playing. Though the tone in his voice was more or less the kind of casual talk one uses to get away with insults.

"Yes. I do this quite often. I'm afraid I was not aware, is there some sort of restriction against that?" She returned in a ridged tone. Seras stood with her head bowed, eyes scanning every detail of the floors tiles.

The man exhaled in a most irritable way, then added, in a rush to change subjects, "Well, I assume you'll be joining us at the memorial on sunday?"

Integra's muscles tensed for a moment. One of the waiters passed by and she took a glass of wine from his tray, taking a sip, before a smirk came up the side of her mouth.

"Yes of course. I always attend... It is quite amusing to see how many names you'll leave off, and how many pigs you'll over glorify... Well, I'm afraid I must be off Sir Islands, I have alot to attend to tonight"

She turned to Seras and motioned in the direction of the door, then turned and walked out with the girl, leaving the old man in a shocked and offended state. In recent times bickering among the rest of the Convention of Twelve had grown customary. It was amusing really, but she had been highly strung with Sir Islands ever since Enrico Maxwell perished in the war... Yes...Rather funny... Although she and Sir Islands where much closer in their beliefs he was almost replacing Iscariots old leader.

Although all eleven of her comrades seemed to have turned on her in the past four years...There had been a rift really, and they didn't seem to tolerate her more unorthodox methods these days. Hellsing had never been in the favor of anyone but the Queen, the use of vampires to do so much of their work was too much for some to handle... And learning Seras Victoria was continuing this tradition even after Alucards apparent death...

No, they simply could not cope with that. They found such ideas and methods to be completely ludicrous...

So once again they would be gathering this sunday for an annual memorial to those lost... Sir Penwood had a nice enough mention last year, aswell as at the first memorial... That seemed good enough... Walter was not so much as mentioned, The names of The Wild Geese where just skimmed through, and of course no vampires could possibly be mentioned. It disgusted her, really...Good God! They could at least hint about him. ...The Queen herself would have wanted him to be honored in some way...

Integra was lost in thought on her way to the door, and Seras was merely disgusted by all the slander against her and her master... Neither one noticed the waiter who was passing by with a tray of wine. Integra was too pre-occupied to see him walk infront of her, and even Seras' reflexes where not quick enough to stop the tray as it slipped from the mans hands and onto Sir Hellsings dress. Red wine splashed across her gown, staining the silk. It wasn't long before the panicked shouts of the waiter where attracting the attention of everyone in the room. A new spectator was turning their attention to the scene with every pathetic "Sorry!" and "I'll clean this up..." that escaped the poor mans lips.

The three glasses he was carrying had shattered on the floor, and Integra was ready to just storm out, get in the car, and smoke as many cigars as she could. The stains on the dress didn't bother her, she hated it anyway, and seeing the red wine splashed across it merely reminded her of bloodstains from the old days at Hellsing...

No, it was this entire evening that was getting to her. She looked down as the flustered waiter began to sweep up the mess of glass on the tile floor. She watched as he franticly tried to sweep the glass onto the serving tray... He seemed to have little experience, infact, it amazed her that he was even hired here...She shook her head, "Damn, they'll probably be kicking him out soon...It doesn't look like that fool can do anything..." she thought. She only felt more vindicated when he let out a small yelp, cutting his finger on the broken glass.

She walked around him, taking a few steps closer the the door then told Seras to go ahead. She felt pity for him, and so she turned to him and leaned down.

"Look, Don't fret over me, just get a mop or something and clean this up, I don't want you losing your job over me..." She murmured, with as soft a tone possible. She was hardly used to addressing anyone that way, and her soft and compassionate tones always sounded rather awkward.

He was probably her age, she doubted he could be any older, and he seemed rather jittery. His shoulder length black hair was pulled back from his face, and the his emerald eyes scanned the floor looking over the shattered pieces, he was making very little progress... He was going to lose his job tonight, wasn't he...? Nevertheless, he looked up and finally made eye contact with Sir Hellsing.

"Yes...Ma-" but before he could finish he found another shard of broken glass stabbed into his already bleeding finger.

"Yes...M-madam..." he finished, now sucking on his wounded finger. "But, Honestly, I'm sorry..."

But her reaction at this same time, as she looked into his eyes was far more shocking, and the glass of wine she was still holding slipped from her hands and hit the floor.

I know him...I've seen him before...I've heard that voice.

"You...?"

She stood frozen for a few seconds, before turning suddenly and running out of the building to meet Seras outside, and slip into the back seat of her car. The draculina phased through the car door and sat next to her, as Integra said quickly "Drive, back home. I'm done here..."

Her breathing was finally slowing to a more normal pace, the pounding of her heart was quieting, and she pulled a tin of cigars out of her coat, lighting up.

"Sir Integra! Integra, What's the matter." The girl stuttered, her faint human emotions kicking in.

"Bloody Hell...You...You look like you've seen a ghost!" She murmured, trying to look at her leaders eyes, but Integra's harsh blue orbs where looking out the window, and she was slipping into deep thought once more.

"...Do you believe in ghosts...Miss Victoria?..." She whispered, as she blew a ring of smoke through the vehicle.

((Hey guys, thanks for reading...um...did anyone seem OOC? please tell me now, its so hard to write about these things, normally I write fics that go hand in hand with the manga, and OOC is impossible...but I'm a little worried about this...anyway, REVIEW PLEASE. Pretty please. Oh, and happy Valentines day, even though Singles Awareness day is really just hallmards excuse to sell cards...oh well, At least I'm not single this year. XD

Anyway, have a good day tomorrow, even if its really just like every other day. xDD ))