(Hi-ho everyone! It's me, AmberFox! Here with another chapter for "When Hellsing Freezes Over." This is the last chapter of the fic (Awwww!), but there will be planty more fics coming up. So look out in the future, MKay?)

Chapter 4 Taming Of The Master

When Integra finally got out of her dream-land it was sunset and Alucard was fully dressed and was about to leave and return to his crypt where there would be a blood-pack waiting for him. Walter was still out of it but otherwise fine.

'Oh good, you're awake.' Alucard said as he step away from the wall. 'I was afraid that I would have to take over the organisation. Until Walter comes to, anyway…' He said with his usual smirk. 'I was beginning to wonder how to wake you up, my master.' He moved towards her in a seductive manner. 'Maybe A kiss…?'

'I am not Sleeping Beauty, Alucard.' She snapped at him. Not only was she upset that her dream ended, but she left her organisation to a bloody vampire as well! Her father would be turning in his grave if he ever found out about this. 'And I most defiantly do not need a kiss from a bloody prince.'

The No Life King laughed sinisterly at the non-intentional pun. 'How about a Bloody King, then?'

'I'd rather die.' She said matter-of-factly.

'That can be arranged.' He said with a wolfish grin. 'And besides, who will do It with me while you take your day becoming my undead servant.'

Integra seethed. 'Why can't Seras do It with you.' she complained. 'She's a vampire. She would have better reaction time…'

'I want you Integra.' His voice sounded so gentle her heart skipped a beat. 'You have a mind of a general and a heart of ice, and that's what I admire about you the most.' She felt her anger fade as he said those words. She wished to melt under his soft gaze and obey his sweet words but her pride wouldn't allow it. If she submitted there's no telling what he might want next. More blood? A bigger room? He might even want a holiday! With that in mind she thought up a tactical plan to get what they both wanted.

'Why don't we make things a bit more interesting?' She said to him in an uncharacteristic innocent tone.

'Such as…?' He asked curiously.

She sat down on her bed with a smile on her face. 'A bet?'

'On what, prey?' Alucard said amused. He loved a personal challenge.

'Oh, I don't know,' she said mildly. 'How about on It.'

His smile became more demonic then ever. 'And the terms?'

'If I'm on top at the end of our "escapade" then you will not ask me for another go. Is that understood?'

'Clearly. And if I end up "on top", as you so adequately put it, then my prize shall be for us to do It again.' He smile turned perverted.

Chapter 5 And So It Ends…

Seras Victoria walked down to her masters room. She had been waiting for him for a full hour now and there was no sign of Walter or Sir. Integra. She assumed that the Angle of Death was away getting groceries, and that her masters master was in some sort of top secret meeting involving the FREAK chip.

Oh, how wrong she was.

As she approached her masters chamber she began to hear strange noises. As she got closer to his door she could pick up a conversation;

'Alucard you big oaf, your on top of me!'

'That's the idea master. And now for the final slam. I'm going to press you so hard it'll make you scream.'

'I'd like to see you try it!'

There was a strange rhythmic creaking sound as Alucard grunted and Integra groaned.

'You're foolish defence is weak master. Aren't you up to the challenge?'

'Hah, you wish! I'm just going easy on you. It's time to play it hard.'

'Bring it master. You cannot resist the darkness. You will be mine and mine alone to toy with as I please!'

The creaking began to get faster.

'Take this vampire!'

'Ahhhhhhhh!'

'Oh, yes!'

'Ahhhhhh!' Seras screamed as she burst through her masters door. Nothing prepared her for what she saw.

'Miss. Victoria! This isn't what it looks like!' Integra yelled as she moved away from Alucard as quickly as humanly possible. (Or undeadly as a matter-of-fact.)

'Police Girl, I can explain…' Said her stunned master as he rolled off his bed.

'It looks like you were playing Smackdown 5 on my PS2 on masters bed.' Said a confused Seras.

Indeed, they were doing just that. (A/NGet your minds out of the gutter and away from Naughty Naughty Land.) The Rock (Integra) was having an epic battle against The Undertaker (Alucard), which was so intense that both players were bouncing on the bed as they played. Integra had trapped Alucard in the ropes of the ring and was hitting him on the head with a chair. Alucard tried to defend himself by pleading to the referee but, unfortunately, the ref was unconscious at that point in time.

After Seras left the two competitor alone, red faced with embarrassment, the match was cancelled because her interruption spoiled it for the both of them. (And Alucard didn't want to fight a losing battle.) They went to check on Walter instead, who was still unconscious. Apparently the shock of them together in bed was more upsetting to the butler then they have guessed. Integra wouldn't be surprised if he woke up and still be knocked for six. Alucard, on the other hand, knew that when he woke up he would only be slightly stunned. Both of them have witnessed stuff far more disturbing then this together and the only effects that the steward would have when he finally came to was that he would play "Slice The Vampire" with him. And win.

Seeing to Walter, Integra went to her office to complete some paperwork. When she got there she remembered that Alucard had done all of it for her. Giving a small smile and a silent thank you she sat down on her desk and began to relax.

That was when she saw it.

A small, yet dangerous letter from her informants.

Reading it silently, Integras mood quickly turned to anger. She got so mad that she stood up from her chair and slammed her fist in the solid oak desk in front of her. Sensing an all to familiar presence in the room she sat down and sighed.

'Alucard. Read this.' She said as she gave him the letter.

After reading a few lines he said, 'It appears that the Vatican has not heeded your words, my master. They have been found in one of our testing sites…'

'And I can do nothing about it!' She said through clenched teeth. 'The power is probably gone now that we have played that game.'

The No Life King thought for a moment. 'Oh, I don't know master. I've got a feeling that when you thought up that punishment for Maxwell it might be triggered by an event like this.'

'I hope so.' She gave a crocked smile. 'Just the thought of them being punished at this very moment…' she gave an evil chuckle.

In Rome

Maxwell walked through the Vatican gardens with a smug smile on his face. The Hellsing organisation couldn't do anything but complain to their Queen about Section 13's behaviour while he was behind the holy city's great walls. He could just imagine the look on that sow's face when she hears about it. He laughed at the thought.

Suddenly he felt a great wave of power move across the city. Looking around bewildered he immediately ran to the head office of the Pope. His holiness might ask him for an explanation or ask him to investigate. He began to remember Integras warning to him about upsetting her;

'…it will be the day that you'll lose any respect you have in the Vatican.'

What did that mean exactly? Could she use her pet vampires power to cause chaos in a holy land such as this?

Before he could turn a corner he heard singing as he passed some offices.

'On top of spaghetti,

All covered in cheese.

I lost my poor meatball…'

'Good God Almighty!' He said to himself as the office workers sang. He raced up the stairs two at a time as he passed a trio of bishops playing conkers. In the middle of summer! (A/NWhere they got them from only God knows… And I do, but I'm not telling!) As he reached the top floor he could hear some Cardinals singing and dancing to "Knights of the Round Table" by Monty Python. Waiting for him was Father Anderson, playing with a small leaf.

'Anderson!' said a relived Maxwell. 'I thought I would be the only sane one left!' But before he could say more, pink smoke with sparkles appeared around the Paladin. When the smog dissipated Maxwell let out a small gasp as he looked upon his companion.

Anderson gazed around him, to see what his boss was so shocked about. He no longer wore his grey coat or his cross, instead he wore a long green waistcoats, a white under-shirt and bowler hat with a shamrock in it as well as earth brown slacks and black buckled shoes. When he realised that he was the one his superior was staring at and that his outfit had changed dramatically his words caught in his throat. He ran to the nearest mirror. When he looked himself over he began to feel for his weapons. Instead of swords he found packets of cereal.

Something happened to Anderson when he opened a packet out of curiosity. He reached into it and began throwing the cornflakes around him and started to do a jig.

'Have you taken leave of you senses, man?' Maxwell said as Anderson started dancing around on circles.

'No, sir.' His Scottish accent rolling the r. 'I just felt like dancin'.'

'And throwing cereal around?'

'I can'ny help myself no longer! I must say it!' The Scotsman said as he stopped his jig, the packet of cereal still in his hands.

'Say what?'

'They're after me Lucky Charms, sir.' Said Anderson sheepishly.

Maxwells eyes grew wide as he heard this. He, Enrico Maxwell, in charge of Iscariot Section 13, the most secret and most highly trained unit under God and Rome had their most prized priest, their Ace of Faith, acting and looking like a leprechaun from a cereal add.

'NooooooOOOOoooooo!' He yelled, looking to the ceiling in horror. Things couldn't get any worse.

Or can it?

He felt a tap on the shoulder from a messenger who gave him a letter. A letter from the Pope. It stated that he was to investigate the strange occurrences immediately and if he couldn't find out about the wave of power that hit the city he would have to clean out his desk.

He knew what caused this madness! It was Hellsing. But who would believe him? Not the Pope, that's for sure.

He let out a small sob.

In the end he told the Pope that all this was due to some refrigerated food gone bad.

His holiness bought it and everyone returned to normal after a week or so, unlike Maxwell's reputation after the Pope and all the cardinals witnessed Anderson continuing his jig and blowing kisses at both Sister Heikel and Sister Yumiko, who both blushed as cereal fell around them.

When news spread about the silliness in the Vatican, Integra found herself laughing so hard she had to be carried by Alucard and Walter, who recovered and had his memory erased by Alucard, to her room where she stayed for the rest of the day playing PS2 games with Seras, who lost most of the time.

The End.

(Yes, the end! How tragic... Oh well. I don't own Smackdown, so I don't know if I've added anything wrong to it. But I don't care! Eather laugh at how rediculusly wrong I was or not, I'm not really bothered. Please RR. Bye:))