For once, the sun was shining and there was not a cloud in the sky, which was in stark contrast to Integra's dark and gloomy mood.

The thick manila envelope in Integra's hand was frighteningly official. Integra sat there paralyzed, staring at the Gold Leafing of the royal signet imbedded on the official document. It was directly above the monogram of Children's services. The process had been a long and tedious one; and Alucard had wanted to eat their social worker, but settled for erasing her memory of George's adoption. This needed to look as legitimate as possible. They needed it to seem as if George was Integra's by birth.

The quiet shuffle of the envelope felt thunderous to Integra as she opened it. Her Office seemed wrong for this. But honestly, where else was suited to business?

"So, Sir Integra, the papers have returned, have they?" Walter asked, coming into her office and bearing her lunch on a silver tray.

"Yes." Integra answered him, still staring at the barely open envelope like a zombie. "Honestly though, I don't want to open them. They're so official, so final."

Integra picked at the tiny flap of the envelope and peered at it suspiciously. She glared at the paper, intimidating it.

Walter grinned, his wrinkled face curling into a friendly wink. He laid down the Tray and leaned against Integra's desk.

"And this is coming from a woman who controls an entire military faction? A military faction that fights monsters, and accepts orders from her majesty, I am shocked. A military faction that is one of the best kept secrets in England, Are you really scared of a few pieces of paper? Really, Madam, you stared down the face of a pistol at twelve years old."

Integra just raised one eyebrow, glared at him, and ripped open the envelope.

'Just like she was child, the quickest way to make her do something is to imply that she can't.'

Integra pulled the papers out of the envelope and read over them carefully. Walter placed her lunch down upon her desk and Integra announced to him the contents of the paperwork.

"Well, Walter, I am officially George's mother." She sighed heavily, stacking the papers to be dealt with later. There was no turning back now. "Why does that scare me?"

A dark chuckle flooded the room, lowering the temperature several degrees. Soon, a giant pair of mad red eyes was staring down at them from the ceiling.

"Master, are you actually admitting that you are afraid," Alucard's voice drifted around the room eerily like it was played by a sound system. George seemed to just fall from the ceiling slowly as she was lowered by a thin tendril of black shadow, "of this little thing. If find that extremely ironic and funny."

"ALUCARD!!" Integra screamed, her eyes going wide at her baby swinging from a strip of energy over her desk.

"I've watched you face down vampires all on your own with nothing but a pistol, and yet, when it comes to this tiny little creature you're ready to run and hide in the closet."

"Shut it, Alucard! That tiny little monster has powers and it's the only reason I am going to keep her. Now, would you kindly stop HANGING HER UP THERE LIKE A BLOODY CHANDALIER!?

A dark fangy grin soon joined the giant red eyes as Alucard imitated the Cheshire cat. "You just keep telling yourself that, Master, it might eventually be true."

George nodded again but this time it was her will. Integra slammed a hand against her face in frustration. What on earth was wrong with that child? Did she even realize she was several feet of the ground, in the hands of a vampire, or even that she could die?

'Good girl, George, you are learning fast. That is my little monkey.'

Alucard's eyes and mouth soon disappeared along with George. He reappeared on the large brown leather sofa. George sat in his lap, snuggled against his chest.

"Tell me, Alucard," Integra demanded. "Why would you so suddenly want a baby anyway? That's not at all like you. I never even knew you cared about children."

"I suppose I'm getting sentimental in my old age. The biological clock is ticking fast. Is yours? It is not too early to give George a sibling."

Walter stifled a laugh as Integra blanched. The color drained from her face and she coughed.

"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. Is the nursery ready, Alucard? It was your duty to prepare it. I won't have George sleeping in your coffin again."

"Yes, Master, it's ready and waiting. However, George hates it."

Integra simply raised an eyebrow in disbelief. She looked at George, busy playing with Alucard shiny silver buttons, and shook her head.

"You really expect me to believe that George hates her nursery?"

"Yes, Master, you never should have sent Seras to do the shopping. The entire room is pink and white. George's crib is overrun with stuffed bunny rabbits and there are demented baby dolls everywhere. George despises it."

"Alucard, you do realize she is only maybe seven or eight months old, right? She's hardly old enough to hate anything." However, Integra knew Seras. Seras was a normal girl, not like herself at all. She glanced at George again and thought of Seras and asked, "How pink is it?"

"Very pink. I believe the paint she bought was labeled 'Pink Frosting Fantasy."

Integra winced and a shudder ran down her spine. She cringed at the very thought of the pink, sugary, fluffy, and adorable hell that was George's nursery.

Walter simply shook his head. Integra was so un-feminine, So unlady like. She had had a lovely girl's room while growing up too. It had been so tasteful with the white and yellow, but after her father died, she had made Walter repaint it to make it appear more grown up. He sighed again as Integra stood up.

"Well, let's just see how bad it is shall we?

"Fine, it's your funeral. You shall go down in history and in medical books as the first woman to die from Pink Overload."

Integra led the way out of her office and up the stair. She trudged down the hall growing more and more anxious.

'Really!? How bad could it be? It's a damned nursery. No need to be so silly.'

Integra's hopes were steadily dropping and they hit bottom when she saw the sign on the door. It read George in giant white cursive letters. The pink hearts dotting the sign's four corner, and surrounding the 'G' were not a good omen. Integra prepared herself for the onslaught of Pink Frosting Fantasy and opened the door.

"What in God's name is this!?" Integra actually felt the urge to shield her eyes form the pink overload. It was like whiteout, only pink. It took Integra's eyes a full minute to adjust before she could make out any details.

The Crib was an enormous pink 'Princess' style crib with white trim. It was all the rage with the celebrities. Integra flinched when she saw the pastel lace covers and the small army of oversized stuffed animals lining the crib.

The walls were the most neon sugary pink Integra had ever seen and the swirling designs on the border were utterly adorable. Integra glanced at George, who was cowering and burying her face in Alucard's shoulder. Her lip quivered and she shuddered under the onslaught of pink and pastel.

"Alucard, put her down. It's her nap time and it isn't that bad."

"Forgive me, George, you must face the pink hellspawn yourself."

The baby looked out at the crib and seemed to shrink Into Alucard's coat even further. She covered her face with the dark red jacket and shook her head.

George looked up at her father, pleading to not be thrown to the bunnies. Her nig blue eyes were wet and seemed to yell "SAVE ME". She mumbled and Alucard shook his head in defeat. George was lowered into the soft pink cushions and immediatly she screamed, rolling around in the crib like she was being tortured.

"George! Hush that intolerable fuss this second." Integra braced herself and approached the crib warily. She grabbed one of the bunnies, sadly almost twice George's size, and wiggled it. "See, it's just a toy. Be a good girl George, stop screaming." George shuffled away from the bunny as if it was a demon. She cried and swatted at it. Alucard laughed.

"What the hell is so funny!?" Integra hissed, squeezing the stuffed rabbit with a bit more force than was necessary as she clenched her fist."

"You should really hear what George has to say."

"And exactly how am I supposed to do that?"

Integra did not have to wonder long, because in less than a minute Ink oozed up into Georges crib. The little waddling puppy looked ferocious despite being barely bigger than George. It growled and snarled at the bunnies as George cowered behind him. The dog pounced, ripping the throat from one of the bunnies. Stuffing rained down and George gave the only approval she could, she nodded.

"Impressive. Perhaps Ink could be a hunting dog, Master, what do you think?"

"I think that child is psychotic." Integra muttered, watching the dog destroy the defenseless bunnies. They each met their doom and were soon nothing more than piles of fluff and shredded fabric. "She just orchestrated the murder of more than ten stuffed animals. She plotted an execution, no, an assassination."

"I know. I believe she actually wanted them burned though. They do look incredible while blazing. Now do you see how much George hates her nursery?"

"Yes, fine, have it fixed."

Alucard scooped up his daughter and George looked ecstatic. She looked like she had just been pulled from the edge of death. She looked like she had been rescued from a desert after months of near starvation. Integra could only stare as George babbled her thanks to Alucard.

"Well, what color would she like, Alucard Sir," Walter asked.

Alucard picked George up and held her out in front of him.

'You heard him ,George, what color do you want?'

Her little blonde brow furrowed and she looked exactly like Integra before she grabbed Alucard red coat and tugged on it.

"BOO BAGGGA"

"You heard the little lady, Walter. She wants red."

"My my, what a bright little thing, she is. She takes after her mother." Walter remarked , mentally preparing to make arrangements to repaint George's room red.

"Quite, Walter my friend. Will you see to the changes?"

"Of course sir, I am here to serve the Hellsing organization," Walter told him as he moved into action.

"Integra needs some time to bond with our daughter and if I recall I have a date with her pistol. I'll meet you there." Alucard vanished as Walter made his way out the door. Integra took a moment to glance around the pink nursery again before she made her own way out. She slammed the door and slid down it shivering.

'God! That was horrible! I'm not surprised George hates it.' Integra pulled her knees up against the door for a moment before she reached back and flipped the lock. There, that was better.

HELLSINGHELLSINGHELLSING

George crawled out of Alucard's lap and rolled on Integra's thick leather couch. She climbed up on the armrest and joyfully fell to bounce up and down on the cushions.

Alucard, we have something to discuss about your little monster."

"Mine? She is legally as much yours as she is mine. And technically, being that she is human, that makes her far more yours than mine."

"Don't make me shoot you in front of her." Integra barked the reprimand like an order as she wiggled a little in her seat. It was as if she was trying to adjust something. She looked distinctly uncomfortable for a moment before she focused on Alucard again.

'I wonder if master is still wearing the "gifts" I gave her.' Alucard thought, a wry smirk spreading over his lips, as he imagined Integra wearing the white lace thong.

Integra pulled a cigar out of the gilded gold case in her top drawer. She cut it with the built in slicer and then she glared at her servant as she lit it. She sighed as the aroma of the cigar eased the tension in her mind. Then she began Alucard's interrogation.

"Alucard, what did you do to George? She was angry with me and she knocked me over. I swear before God and her majesty that her eyes went red before she did it."

"I did nothing to the child." Alucard shrugged as George once again made her own fun by playing with his entrancingly shiny buttons. "However," he continued. "The first night she was here she fell inside of me while we were sleeping."

"You're lying!! No one could survive that, especially not a baby, she would have seen hell itself," Integra exclaimed, taking the cigar from her mouth.

"She did, and she came out nearly dead with fright and as white as a sheet, but she did survive." Alucard told her as he watched George now gum and chew on Integra's expensive leather couch.

"WHY, WAS I NOT INFORMED OF THIS YOU LIMEY, UNDEAD, HELL BOUND BASTARD!!!!??"

George, startled by Integra's yelling, stopped chewing on her couch's armrest and crawled back over to Alucard. She sat in his lap and furrowed her little brow at her 'mother'. Why was she yelling at her father? This amused Alucard to no end and he laughed as he answered his master.

"Uhm, you never asked. Besides, Master, it did her no harm."

"No harm?" Integra asked; smoke streaming from her ears as well as her imported French cigar. "The child has vampiric powers because of it. And I am still unsure why she survived. No one is supposed to be able to do that, especially at her age."

Alucard shrugged before crossing his long black pants covered legs. George just giggled as she slid out of his lap and back onto the couch. Unphased by her relocation, George just climbed back into his lap and started pawing at his long black ribbon tie.

"No harm Sir Integra, I will teach her when she is old enough to do any true harm. Until then, no one will know."

Integra nodded, thinking of the possibilities and ramifications, as she took a long drag on the cigar and exhaling a cloud.

"I must do my own research though. She will need training in the arts if she is to control her powers. This means that I will have to start practicing again myself."

"So the little Wiccan returns, eh, Sir Hellsing." Alucard teased, bouncing George on his knee.

The little girl giggled blissfully unaware of how close she had come to death. Cigar smoke curled around the room and Integra rubbed the bridge of her nose frustrated.

"Well, it looks like I am a mother and soon we will have to enroll her in school among other things."

"There will be time enough to worry about that when the time comes Master." Alucard assured her, stroking George's blonde hair. She really was so much like Integra.

Integra nodded dismissing them both from her presence. Alucard stood and headed for the door.

"Alucard, leave George with me for a while. I want to see something."

"As you wish, Master. I am glad to see you taking an interest in our child."

To this Integra said nothing. She just glared at him and rolled her eyes. The red clad vampire complied by placing George in a traditional guest arm chair that sat across from her mother's desk. And there George sat quietly for nearly an hour. In that hour, Integra watched her closely. She was bound to do something to prove her abilities. However, George simply wiggled and let out tiny baby hiccups and she continued to stare intently at Integra. It was like a mental battle a test of wits. Who would make the first move? It was a war.

Suddenly, George got tired of this game and antsy. Now her wiggling took on a new purpose and soon a black puddle rose from the floor and her puppy Ink came bounding up into the chair with her. Integra just raised an eyebrow at this. It was strange for a child to be able to call a familiar to her; but Alucard did give her the puppy.

"So you were bored and wanted your little playmate." Integra smirked, still smoking her cigar.

The little Doberman-ish vampire puppy jumped into George's lap and licked her face. She pulled the puppy closer to her and wrapped her arms around him, babbling happily. The dog was as big as her when he curled up at her feet and she patted his head affectionately.

"MMM mmm mmmmmiiiii." George muttered, stuttering trying to make the word form despite the difficulty.

Integra's jaw dropped in shock at the attempt.

"Are you trying to talk, George?" She asked her, flabbergasted that one so young could learn so quickly.

"Mmmmmiiiinnnnneeee." George stumbled over the word rubbing Ink's furry black head. Until finally the word came out clear. "Mine."

"My God, George, was that your first word?" Integra rushed over to the chair still slightly flabbergasted. "Come on George say mine. Mine. I know you can do it."

Integra pointed to Ink whimpering happily under George's soft hand. George looked angry when Integra touched Ink. When Integra picked up the black puppy, George's eyes flashed red with anger and Integra was flung back, again falling on her backside. Ink was sent tumbling to the floor.

"MINE!!" George shouted and Ink went trotting back up to the chair to sit with his little mistress.

"AAALLLUUUUCAAAARDDDDD!!" Integra shouted, calling the vampire back into her office. He was followed by Walter with her afternoon cup of tea.

"Master, It is most unbecoming of a woman to shout."

Integra, still sitting on the floor, just glared at Alucard.

"Oh if looks could kill, and I was human."

"Looks can't kill, but bullets can. Would you like one in your head?"

"No, but I would like you in my bed. The first is more likely than the second." He offered her a gloved hand to help her up off the floor.

Instead of continuing to argue with the lecherous vampire Integra drew their attention to George and Ink.

"She can talk." Integra said, bluntly coming to the point straight away.

"My, little George, how smart you are. What can you say?" Walter asked, kneeling beside her and rubbing George's little blonde head. "Madam, she cannot be more than perhaps seven months old maybe eight. She is quite intelligent to be talking so early."

"Of course Walter, she is my daughter," Alucard said, the pride of a father wafting off of him like cologne.

"You have nothing to with it Alucard!" Integra joked, once again taking her seat at her desk and tapping the last of her cigar on the ashtray. "If anything your child would be a skirt chaser."

"I don't chase skirts, Master. You of all people should know that I prefer women...in suits."

Ignoring him, Integra pointed back to George. "She can say mine."

'Well, my little monster, let us see your first trick what can you say?" Alucard encouraged her speaking softly in Romanian.

George nodded at Alucard, pointed at Ink like she had seen her mother do, and said...

"Mine."

"Why yes George, my smart little monkey, Ink is yours." Alucard affirmed, his fangs peaking out as he smiled.

George just grinned and hugged the squirming black puppy.

"Was she speaking Romanian Alucard?"

"Yes. She is my daughter and will know the mother tongue of her father. English is such an ugly language it has no character." Alucard stated, swooping George up in his arms proudly. 'Isn't that right George? Mama should learn too, shouldn't she?'

Another nod from George confirmed her agreement.

"Well, Madam, George will be quite an interesting child, will she not?" Walter commented, rising off his knees to face Integra. "Seras will be positively giddy when she wakes up this evening."

"Yes, she will." Integra agreed leaving her desk and patting George's back. "She really is an unusual little thing, isn't she? Makes me wonder who her true parents are."

"She is our daughter master. She is bound to be special."

Integra simply nodded agreeing with the ancient vampire. After all, falling inside Alucard and obviously absorbing some of his powers made her his. Alucard put George down next to Ink on the floor. The puppy smiled and shook his shaggy little boxy body. George grabbed a handful of his fur and soon somehow she was on his back. The dog took off running and Walter and Integra nearly died of shock when they watched her exit the room like a professional jockey. Alucard laughed wildly then the chase began.

"INK STOPPPP!!!" Yelled Walter, his monocle bobbing behind him on it's gold chain.

Ink leapt through a wall pulling George though it too into the kitchen. Shocked at this new development, Integra Alucard and Walter all sped after her. Alucard was fully capable of stopping this, but it was far to amusing for that. George laughed holding on to Ink's straight back. When the dog saw all of the people surrounding it in the kitchen, it vanished sinking into the floor like a liquid puddle and George melted too. Right through the floor.

"How can he do that? I didn't know your hounds could pull people through shadows too." Integra turned and questioned Alucard, stunned by this new power, as they all headed for the stairs to the basement.

"Well, Master, they can't. The person has to do it to in order to stay with the animal." Alucard told her nonchalantly, as they descended the basement stairs.

"So George CAN WALK THROUGH WALLS!!!!????"

The vampire nodded grinning at Integra's stunned expression. For years, she had been known to never lose her cool, but in a month a baby had thrown all that control away. Integra made it to Sera's room door first and without knocking she entered the room. There they saw Ink running around in circles with George still on his back as he ran around on top of Seras' coffin.

"Ink, enough." Alucard commanded him, his eyes burning the color of blood. Ink stopped and George laughed like a maniac, sliding off of Ink's back as he sat down to obey Alucard's command.

"Mine yayayayayay," George giggled and gurgled.

"Bad girl George, you will be punished. You are never to order ink to do that again, do you understand?'

George just looked up at Alucard and smiled. His threats seemed to mean nothing to her, even though she understood him perfectly. Alucard knew that that was because she had yet to know his dark side. However, a solemn nod confirmed her answer that she understood him. Integra grabbed George and crushed her in a hug.

"You nearly scared me to death." Integra admonished, holding the sniffling baby with matching hair.

"Spoken like a true mother, Madam." Walter stated, before Seras pushed the lid back on her coffin.

Alucard removed Ink from the lid so Seras could get out.

"What the hell?" Seras groaned sleepily. "What just fell on top of my bed? Sounded like someone was doing a tango."

"Ah Police girl, I see George has woken you up." Alucard chuckled easily, before releasing Ink to do as he pleased. "It was only George. She was just dancing on your grave. No harm done."

"No harm done? She fell on top of my head and then started doing the watoosi." Seras complained ignoring the fact that she was still wearing her pastel pink nightgown and her hair was a mess.

"By the way, your little sister can talk now. You missed her first word." Alucard informed her.

"Oh, no, did I really?" Seras turned to George still cradled in Integra's arms. "Come on Georgey, say something for your big sister. Come on."

George just giggled at her. Alucard grinned as he looked into her picture book mind.

"She thinks you sound funny."

"Aww George, come on, say something for me please." The baby stayed silent and Seras looked dejected. "She doesn't like me, does she, Master?"

"On the contrary, she loves you alot. She just is not used to you. She almost never sees you. You will have to start staying up Police Girl."

"I hate being awake during the day, it's draining." Seras whined, stretching. She yawned as the last vestiges of sleep fled from her body, making George laugh again.

"Obviously, little George finds you entertaining, Miss Seras." Walter comforted her.

Seras shrugged rubbing the back of her head and making her hair stand up even more.

"It is simple police girl; if you want to be able to stay up, then you come hunting with me tonight."

Seras winced, but then reluctantly agreed. She was gonna miss all of George's childhood if she slept all day.

"All you need is some fresh blood."

"Alucard, I will not allow this." Integra told him. "I feed you with the medical packets. Is that not enough? We cannot have two wild bloodthirsty monsters roaming the streets at night."

"And yet you let Pip and his men roam around free. An INjustice, Sir Integra."

Integra caught Alucard's train of thought and smirked at him.

"They're thirsty monsters of a different sort. No one has ever gone to jail for killing bottle after bottle of beer."

"Master, she is right. I can't do that. I will not become the kind of monster that almost killed me."

"Thanks, a lot," Alucard chuckled at her. Then he nodded before holding out his arm. "Then I will feed you. Unless you drink of your own will, you will not have enough strength to stay awake during the day."

This form of feeding Integra could agree to and so she nodded. Seras looked at George, resting comfortable in Integra's arms, and then reluctantly agreed.

"Master, I do not believe this is the sort of thing George should see until she is a little older." Alucard told Integra, as he turned to face her. "I suggest you take her upstairs for a nap."

Integra agreed readily before beginning her ascent up the stairs to George's nursery.

"George you will learn of monsters one day, but today is not that day, do you understand." The adorable nodding head eased her fears. "However, it looks like you will have an advantage even I did not. You will be able to fight fire with fire."

"Mine." George said, in her stammering baby voice, as she enjoyed riding in her mother's arms.

"Yes George, if our plan works this will all be yours.