Chapter Two

Seras Victoria, resident junior undead of the Hellsing Organization, rose from her coffin and looked about her sparsely furnished room. Walte had made his rounds already, a pack of medical blood sat in a bucket of ice on the table in the middle of her room. The sight had once been a disturbing reminder of the humanity she had not been ready to lose. Now it was merely breakfast.

She got up, still dressed in the uniform she had slept in, sat in the single chair at her table and fed by sucking the blood through the tube at the top of the bag. A random thought reminded her how similar this was to drinking a packet of juice. She smiled at the thought and finished her blood.

With her meal completed, Seras was trying to decide if she should practice by herself or ask her master for another lesson, since no missions were scheduled for this evening, when the intercom in her room spoke.

"Officer Victoria, come to my office immediately," said the voice of Sir Integra Hellsing.

Seras had no way to acknowledge the order, the intercom was there so Sir Integra could summon her since no mental bond existed between them. So the former police woman did the only thing she could and promptly made her way to her employer's office.

When she arrived at Sir Integra's office, Walter and her master, Alucard, were already present. The fledgeling vampiress walked to the Hellsing commander's desk and waited for Sir Integra to speak.

Integra watched Seras through a streamer of smoke which rose from her cigar for a moment befor issuing he orders.

"This morning, the Metropolitan Police responded to calls of gunfire in a river district warehouse. When they arrived, the fighting was over. Though no corpses were found, the did arrest one man trying to sneak from the scene." Integra placed a blown up copy of a photo in front of Seras. It depicted a teen aged oriental boy in savagely torn and blood-soaked remnants of clothing being put in the back of a patrol car with his hands secured behind him. "According to his statement, he works for an occult magazine based in Hong Kong and the fighting was between a vampire cult and some unknown second party. It is clear from the evidence that vampires and ghouls were present in the fighting. We need to question this man ourselves to see what he knows. Because of the possibility that he is, himself, the second group he mentioned, I am sending the two of you to take custody of him and see that he is transfered here as soon as possible."

Seras stared at the photo as Sir Integra finished. Her vampiric complexion made it difficult to judge initial reactions, but Integra had years of practice reading vampires, and she was getting to know the Police-Girl well. If Seras could have paled at the sight of the photograph, she would have. But that didn't explain the staring.

After a minute, Seras spoke, "Is this another of Iscariot's soldiers? Like Anderson?"

Now Integra understood the fear she read in the young vampiress. Before she could say anything, however, Alucard interupted.

"Don't worry, Police-Girl," the other occupants of the room could practically hear the grin in his voice. "Even if he is, his injuries reveal him to be much less skilled."

"Yes, Master," Seras admitted. She felt her fear was reasonable, and it was one of the few weaknesses in her unlife for which Alucard never chastened her.

"Now then," Sir Integra interupted Seras's half-formed recolections, "get moving. I want this Mr. Fujii in my custody before midnight."