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Chapter 3

A bullet whizzed passed her head. She turned quickly to see a tall man with a shaved head. He had an expression of fear and anger.

"You goddamn bitch! What have you done!?" He began firing as rapidly as his .45 would let him. A few of the bullets hit Seras, but they were not at all silver or harmful to her. He stood in front of the far wall of the room, which in passing, Seras had noticed was a kitchen. She ran forward, still being hit by the mans frantic shots, and pinned him to the wall with her right forearm. The impact forced him to drop his gun.

"Alright, your going to give me some answers or you will find your ribs broken as many times as is necessary." She said calmly, drawing her face close to his own.

"Get boned, cunt!" he yelled. The girl pulled her head back a little and pressed her free palm on the man's rib cage. She harshly applied pressure. A few audible snaps sounded.

"Why didn't your friend turn to ash?" He merely glared at her with a pain filled gaze. She pushed a little harder and another rib cracked. He winced violently but said nothing. She was getting angry and was just about ready to rip a limb off when she felt a sharp stab in her back. She let go of the FREAK in front of her and turned. Unfortunately, the knife continued to slice through her side as she did so. Her blood spilt all over the dusty and grimy floor. Again, it was normal metal. When she had made a complete 180 degrees, she could see that her attacker was a tall woman who looked like the uptight, ultimate nightmare of school children. Her ripped and muddy clothes and her messy hair bun slightly ruined the image. Seras broke her arm at the elbow so she would let go of the knife.

The woman howled in pain and let go. Seras, enraged, pulled out the jagged knife, tossed it to the side and grabbed her own silver one from her boot. She removed the sheath and was just about to set to work on the pained creature in front of her. She halted when the cold barrel of a rifle could be felt at the back of her head.

"Don't move, this has blessed silver bullets that no fledgling can survive." It was the young Welsh voice. "Hands in the air, Hellsing!" She obeyed, dropping all her weapons, but keeping a foot on her Harkonnen. "Turn around to face me. No tricks, I'm no fool. And have no doubt that you are surrounded." Again, she obeyed. When she faced him, she observed that he wore a cloth over his face, and his eyes were a piercing green. Stealing a glance at the man behind him, slumped over and holding his rib cage, she could see deep blue eyes staring in hate at her.

"Your eyes...how? And them, why didn't they turn to ash!?"

"Silence yourself! I'm going to be asking the questions today. What do you know of our operation?"

"I know nothing, I am just a foot soldier." The smirk could be heard in his voice when he said,

"Oh my dear, we both know that isn't true. Is the fledgling left in the dark? Hmm, only to be expected." He lowered the rifle, making a point to draw attention to the 5 FREAKS to her left holding an assortment of weapons. He helped the woman behind Seras stand up. Against her height, he really looked like a teenager. He crossed back in front of her and flashed a glare. Then, suddenly, his eyes grew frightened and instantly looked very familiar.

"He's here! Hurry up, kill her!" Then it clicked.

"Joshua! You complete bastard!!" His glare intensified.

"Shit....kill her now!" He then ran through a door down the hall to the right with the woman. A shower of bullets hurtled toward her. The first few grazed her and it burned like fire. She made a ducking movement, that would surely not save her, in defense. But no more hit her. Louder and more powerful gun shots sounded and a familiar dark voice rang out.

"The rat wasn't bluffing about the silver." Seras look up to see 5 FREAKS laying dead on the floor in front of the man the voice had come from.

"Master! What are you doing here!?" She stood as he turned to face her.

"Would you rather die? I personally would rather that you didn't."

"Did you stop all of those bullets!?" She hurriedly inspected him for wounds with her eyes. He smirked, but somehow there was a warmth present.

"Of course I didn't" He pointed to the wall and front door behind her. She turned to see both congested with bullet holes.

"Master," she said turning back, "did they phase through me?"

"Seems that way, doesn't it?" Her eyes widened.

"How did I do that? I don't remember trying."

"Must I explain everything? You were in a fight or flight situation, you had no means of escape or combat, so your body did the only thing it knew how to do, even if your mind didn't." She became strangely giddy that she had actually learned something new.

"Does that mean...that I can do it at will?" Alucard chuckled.

"Do you think you can?" She wandered over to the nearest wall and placed her hand upon it's surface. She thought about the want, need, to pass through a solid object. She closed her eyes and pushed. It felt like nothing but air, but when she opened her eyes, her arm was in the middle of the wall. Quickly pulling out, she developed a satisfied smile.

"Oh, thank you, Master!" she beamed at him.

"I did nothing but kill those FREAKS...speaking of which. Aren't you forgetting something?" His fledgling gave him a confused look.

"What did I forget?" Alucard shifted his head toward the FREAK still against the wall holding his chest. "You...didn't kill him? Why not?" The nameless man looked between both of them, hopefully.

"Because, Police Girl, he is your prey. Now, do with him what you like. I believe I will watch." A smug expression set up a tent and made camp on his face. Aforementioned man then lost his hopeful demeanor. The young vampire made her way over to the place he was sitting. She went down on one knee and looked him in the face.

"Let's try this one more time, shall we?" He spat at her, but she caught it with a gloved hand and smeared it back on his face. She smiled sweetly. "Why didn't your allies turn to dust when they were killed?"

"Don't think that I'll tell you any--" He had to stop mid-sentence to cough up a large glob of blood, supposedly from his lungs. Seras sighed from frustration. When she inhaled again, what she smelled was quite unexpected. She could easily smell the blood on the mans shirt, but it wasn't FREAK blood. FREAK blood had a foul stench, like mud mixed with plastic. This wasn't anything like that at all. It was sweet, alluring, delicious. It was human. She didn't even have time to think, and barely even registered her Master's comment of 'As I thought' as she lost control.

She grabbed her new found victim by the back of the neck, pulling him closer to herself. Leaning into his neck, the scent grew amazingly stronger. Her fangs grew, dipping over her lips, begging for use. With complete abandon, she bit down, hard. Blood immediately gushed into her waiting mouth, warm and thick. She fell into his memories while drowning in utter ecstasy. The liquid flowed through her victoriously, warming her dead body, heightening her senses. His memories showed her valuable information. His name was Ben, and he was a serial killer before he became a FREAK. They had taken him to a hospital after he had been badly injured by a victim fighting back. These doctors were strange, and injected him with fluids. They told him he was now the monster that his mind was. That he was the worst kind of monster. A human monster. Then it all stopped, for he was dry.

She let him fall back on the ground and stood up, wiping the blood from her face.

"Master...he had..."

"Human blood, that's right, Seras." She looked into his eyes, only to find burning lust.

"Master?"

Explanations and some maaaaaybe some romance in the next chapter.