((One more chapter down. xD Well, this story does have a plot, trust me, I'm just trying to set up said plot still...also, I'm not one of those artists who writes everything then posts...nope, too impatiant. I come up with an idea, write, then post, then write more...subject to change just a tiny bit over time. Thanks for the reviews guys, I love you all, and I'm glad this has been enough to get your interest.))

"Are you trying to say it's none of our concern?"

Integra took her hand off the phone and slipped her shoes off, while using her shoulder to keep the receiver to her ear. She then loosened her tie and set the cross pin on her dresser, carefully leaving it among the little jewelry she owned.

"You are far less stubborn then your predecessors, but I cannot ignore this! ...Catholic territory or not, they are far too close to our borders, and I will see them disposed of..."

She lifted her hand back up to the receiver and held it a short distance from her ear, to avoid the coming assault, and after several minutes of shouting on the other end, she finally brought it back up to her mouth.

"I understand. However, It would be greatly appreciated if you could perhaps put your superiors on the line... Infact, do alert Miss Wolfe that it is of the highest importance we arrange a meeting..."

There was a short pause before a scowl spread over Sir Hellsings face and she pulled the phone away, setting it down on the dresser. Those pigs hung up.

She took off her coat and other clothing, and walked to her bathroom, turning on the water. Tomorrow. If they where going to treat her like that, there was no point in arguing, she'd simply have to take matters into her own hands. But she would do it tomorrow. When she could think better.

On any normal occasion such affairs would have been settled in a more professional matter, but she had just received the unnerving report from her men at the same time she was ready to retire for the night...

Apparently a number of vampires had been active in Northern Ireland, far closer then they had been to the area in at least four years. These days attacks had drastically slown down, one vampire in england alone was uncommon, but reports of at least a dozen tearing through homes in Ireland, murdering whole families, drinking their share...That was truly strange in these times.

It was nothing Hellsing could not handle, Seras was more then adequate for such a task, but numbers like that seemed suspicious... Either this lot had been in hiding, or they where gathering from different countries, either way something was up... To make matters worse, the Iscariots still viewed Ireland as their territory. Nonetheless, Integra couldn't help but feel guilty pleasure in such news, maybe they would have something worth working for in the coming months... Or at least this trouble would distract her from recent events. Three days had passed since her encounter at the party... Dear god, she hadn't even faced the rest of the convention of twelve, rumors where already spreading, they where probably starting to doubt her sanity.

She exhaled as she slipped into the warm water, washing away the stress of her work day. That man was not who she thought he was, that was impossible...The face wasn't quite right, the voice was wrong...The personality was very far from accurate...

No, it was much more like a fleeting glimpse, like seeing someone out of the corner of your eye...

"I wonder if he's still employed..." She thought, as she began to lather her long hair... She looked up and stared at the mirror in her bathroom, looking over her self as she thought... That had to have been one of the most idiotic things she had ever done! Why did she leave the room? Why didn't she just face the man, but no, she broke down...broke down over some fleeting memory...She let herself slip under the water for a few seconds before resurfacing and rinsing off her slender frame. She then wrapped the warm towel tightly around her and walked from the room to find her night clothes and get some rest...She reached into her drawer about to slip into a flannel nightshirt and pants when she relised had forgotten one thing ...No, wait, not time yet... She instead slipped her slacks back on, and put on a pressed white shirt and headed down the hall to her office. Upon entering the usual air of melancholy swept though, it wasn't so much a sad feeling radiating from the walls as it was fatigue...almost as if the room itself cried out for rest.

She flicked the light switch and the room was immediately washed over with the cool light of the over head fixtures. She walked straight passed her desk and looked out over the grounds.

In the years past the war the Hellsing mansion had too changed, it took a year or so to repair all the damage and rebuild. Originally it had been intended for them to move to new headquarters, but there was no leaving these grounds... This house called out to any person who had ever lived their, it was home, no matter how many dark memories it housed...

Besides, she couldn't force Seras to leave this place, it was her only true home... Integra looked over at her fathers painting, which had been damaged since the attack, then turned to face the doorway, just as Seras emerged from the floor.

"Good evening, Sir Integra." the girl whispered, giving a bow almost reminiscent of her master, causing a smile to spread across Integra's face. Seras had developed alot of Alucards traits, whether she relized it or not. She was slowly getting that same amount of vampiric pride, her powers where far more advanced then any other vampires her age, and she was even picking up his old bothering skills. Seeing her phase in through the floor so often was almost as bad as how her master used to drop in through the ceiling... History just seemed to keep repeating itself. Still, despite the similarities, she still maintained her bubby charm, nosferatu or not she did have a profoundly human side she would never part with.

Seras strolled over to her master, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.

"Good morning, I'm afraid." Integral responded, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Judging by your expression... I take it you've already been informed?"

Seras nodded "Yes..", she said "I overheard it from a few of the soldiers... Are you sending me out soon, Integral?"

Sir Hellsing shook her head "No...I hope to make peace with the vatican before we send anyone out to deal with it."

Seras shrugged and sat down the desk.

"Why does that really matter..." She mumbled, looking away from Integra. "I mean...Since when have you ever cared about..." but girl shut her mouth and looked back up at her master.

"Sorry if I said the wrong thing..."

Integral shook her head.

"No, I say with deep regret that we'll have to simply bear with it and wait for a response...Although those swines just hung up on my a few hours ago...I'll have to have a word with Heinkel Wolfe about the people she employs."

She leaned in past Seras, picking up the box of cigars that sat next to her.

Seras yawned, then grabbed the lighter off the desk, holding up the flame to the cigar that was now in her leaders hand.

"Thank you...Seras."

The girl nodded, before sliding off the desk and right though the floor. Integra exhaled and looked around the now empty room.

"Well, aren't you a show off tonight." She said, smirking, as she turned off the light.

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Seras slid though the floors of the manor, finally reaching the cellars, and her own room. The basement was the only area of the mansion that was mostly undamaged, she was happy with that, although she always would remember how strange it was to descend her room after the war ending...finding her old living space like a time capsule, just the way she left it before everything went to hell, untouched by the events of the past hours.

She easily pulled open the heavy metal door to her chambers, and walked inside, not bothering with the lights... Her vampiric vision was so advanced now she rarely bothered with them. She slipped off the vest and shirt she had been wearing, replacing it with a plain white tanktop, then walked to the corner kicking open a large trunk. Inside she stored her weapons, for she had started collecting handguns in the recent months. Despite her usual methods of battle, shadows and hands only, she did enjoy going out of the firing range... But she was not in the trunk for her guns tonight... She lifted a few of the firearms out of the way before pulling up the lid to a compartment and staring at the item inside. She smiled, running her hand down the object inside. She then let out a reminiscent sigh before closing the compartment back up.

"I wonder if anyone knows I kept it..." She thought, a chill running down her spine... suddenly a familiar voice rang through her head, more then happy to respond to her thoughts... "Well, I doubt zey would notice anyway, mignonnette."

Laughter escaped the girls lips, "Well!...I never asked you..." she muttered, giggling,before she shook her head and stood back up. "Anyway, I'm going out to the shooting range..." she muttered, this time reaching around the trunk and lifting the rather large object that was propped up behind it. Pulling the item out into view she smirked and grabbed her ammo box aswell.

The 30MM anti-midian cannon...The Harkonnen. She hadn't used it in ages...

Before she could do much, however, the voice began to chime in her head once again...How in the world could Alucard have survived with so many familiars? She could barely block out Pip!

" 'ey, I 'eard zat! ...Well, anyway, is it just me, or is somezing on the Ice Queen's mind...? I 'eard what she told you a few nights ago, not to put down ze woman of steel, but eet zounds like eh bunch of-"

Seras closed her eyes tightly, trying to focus and block out the french menace, and after a few minutes she managed to tune out the sound of his voice...She couldn't think of what life would be without him but nonetheless, he was such a problem some days...

She grabbed the Harkonnen again and lifted it up over her back, walking out of the room, and running off to the target field.

((I feel as if I said 'smile' and 'smirk' waaaaay too many times in one installment. Ehhhhh...ah well, I love you guys, thanks for reading ...again.))