Chapter Dos! Hope you Enjoy~! I Do not Own Hellsing... Kouta Hirano-san does. BUT I do own Alice, Alestor (sadly) and any other character that isn't in Hellsing that is in this story!

When Seras awoke, she found that her bed was once again empty, with no sign of her beloved Vlad. Sighing she used her shadows, forming around her, to dress herself in a blood red dress with a low, black laced collar, wearing a coat on top which had a high collar buttoned all the way to the base of her chin, and ended mid thigh. To give off a more regal look, she combed her hair back into a bun, however letting her bangs run free. Fiery shadows swirled around her as she opened up a portal to her daughters room. Stepping out, she was pleased to notice that her child was already dressed, however not as regal, but in a punk rock style. Wearing a short black skirt that ended mid thigh, lace up combat boots with last kills blood residue, and a blood red corset with a fishnet shirt, and a collar that had a cross with a blood ruby in the middle.

"Alice..." Seras sighed, looking at her daughter.

"I know mum, I just like this style, its comfortable." Alice replied to her mother, bringing along a case full of essentials.

Heading out to the courtyard in front of the mighty castle Bran, a black limo drove up to them. Jared stepped out of the car with a normal black suit, dress shirt, black tie, and sunglasses. He opened the door for the two, and took Alice's bag to the trunk.

"Jared, the shadows still surround this place, I don't believe that glasses are necessary." Seras chuckled to herself, as he faced her with a blush rising to his cheeks.

"Makes me feel cooler this way..."

"Whatever pleases you boy" she broke out into a full laugh for a moment, and just as fast as a smile was present her face morphed back into its stoic expression. "Please try and make the trip as painless as possible, I hate delays."

"Yes milady" Jared said to his queen, getting back into the limo, and drove it to the airport where they would fly to England to visit the little Hellsing headquarters.

Arriving in England was a very welcoming trip, having not seen her birthplace in over fifty years. She inhaled, taking in the breath that was once home. Both her, and her child got into a slimmer black car that had arrived from Hellsing. Mentally informing Jared to get into the passenger's seat.

She groaned as the sun let in from the shaded area, flooding into the windows.

"I hate the sun..." She said, putting on sunglasses as well. Looking over the seat, she saw her daughter fast asleep, leaning on the door. Seras gave a small, motherly smile at her daughter, moving her black silk hair in front of her face, so that the sun would not wake her until they got to Hellsing manor. Thirty minutes later, they arrived at the manor, slowly creeping up through the forested area. Her eyes widened to what she saw. The manor was in complete disarray!

"It looks as if he had a frat party!" She growled out.

"What is it mum?" Alice said, rubbing eyes slowly, adjusting to the bright early morning sun.

"That.." She said pointing at the manor.

To this, she gave a look that every teen would look at the incident of idiocracy.

"Wow... Do I have to stay here for two weeks?"

"Yes Alice. You do."

"Uhg..."

Stepping out of the car, Seras took more notice to the multiple broken windows, scattered beer bottles, soda cans, food wrappers... ladies undergarments... and of course, the house was teepeed. Coming out to greet them was the current retainer of the Hellsing household, Alexander. This boy had shoulder length brown wavy hair, a shy face and a lanky body.

"Uhm.. Greetings miss... This way please..." Alexander said in the most quiet voice that, if they both had not been vampires, they wouldn't of heard it.

"What a coward..." The now very aggravated queen of the undead said to her daughter.

"I know... What have I recently done to you mum? To deserve, this?" Alice exclaimed thrusting her arms out to motion to the entire mansion.

"Nothing my child. It's what you must do. Anyways, you can stay in the basement with your father."

Walking up the stairs, they both arrived at the office, which they just happened to walk in upon a very ghastly sight. The queens eye started twitching as she restrained herself from skewering him upon the nearest sharpened post she could find... but perhaps a dull one.. to make it more painful.

"Alestor Hellsing! If you are expecting visitors do NOT sit in THAT chair getting your cock blown by some hooker! Send the woman away now, before I really decide that I am angry, and end this line myself!" Seras sais voice raising in a firm commanding tone. Walking in at this moment was none other than her handsome No Life King Vlad... however in this house called Alucard.

"Gah!" He immediately shielded his eyes, and took a step back to keep his balance. "Sir Hellsing have you any shame?" He strained out, muttering the name Hellsing as a curse. Pulling up his pants and shooing the woman away, he composed himself and faced the two sickened vampires.

"Daddy!" Alice walked in, practically jumping her father, ultimately making him lose his balance having seen the most horrifying sight since a naked Ottoman...

"Hello dear... Thank you whatever thing is out there for not having you see that", he shivered attempting to erase the memory, giving it to Schrodinger to play with.

The girl laughed,

"Don't worry, mum told me not to come in yet. But, I heard you and just had to come in." She said smiling gleefully.

"Ahem.." Alestor coughed, getting both vampire's attention. Alucard got up, along with Alice.

" Alucard.. For number one, I need you to calm down this bitch right here before she goes ballistic. Two, no need for family pleasantries, thats what mental talk is for right? Three... Why are they here?" Alucard gave a deep growl.

" For one... Do NOT call my mate a bitch... she is the bitch, and to you she is . For two... Deal with it, I'm not one either for these pleasantries, but three years without seeing my daughter, a hug, is quite fine. And last but not least, Three, is to keep your sorry ass in order." He said, walking over to Seras' side.

Alestor grunted, "H-How dare you! I am the master here! You are not to sass me!" The little Hellsing said, voice cracking. You see, Alestor was only of the age of twenty the younger brother of two siblings. The previous Hellsing leader, the elder brother, had died of Leukemia, leaving his brother to the Hellsing throne. Alestor looked nothing like his mother, Integra. He had scruffy ginger red hair (XD GINGERS HAVE NO SOULLLSS! no offence to any gingers ^^') freckles scattered all over his cheeks, which were puffy and still had their childish fat. His eyes were an amber color, however meant to be beautiful, they were skittish and frightened. Over all, if he were to have any type of personality of regal Hellsing blood, he would have made a fine looking boy, but, with his outrageously hideous personality, greedy nature, and selfish composure, he was ugly beyond all imagin. Not fit whatsoever to hold the honorable Hellsing name... or so they once thought.