The air was a sickly-sweet mixture of alcohol and roses as Seras ran with light speed across the shadowed area of the courtyard to enter into the rose maze. The thorny bushes whipped against her vulnerable skin leaving large gashes to drip blood onto the already crimson petals of the passionate flowers. A fog had begun to lift from the earth, obscuring and blinding the vision of any human, drunk or otherwise, but the young vampire paced deeper into the maze with no trouble.

The silence was intoxicating, leaving one's imagination to wander into the most terrifying crevices of the mind. Images of her parents' death and her mother's raping fleeted across the Draculina's thoughts, unconsciously causing tears to well up in her eyes.

Oh Great!, She thought somberly, I want to spend one night like a normal girl and I end up getting fondled by my master, getting cut up, having the displeasure of running around naked and crying over my parents. How could it get any worse? She internally cringed at her cliché.

The blonde fell backwards into a bush of recently cut lawn clippings and curled up into a ball, the night air was freezing on her skin but the pile was warm. The continuous envelopment of warmth began to lull the police girl to sleep, nearly putting her under before a familiar French accent broke through her reverie.

" J'aime l'oignon frît à l'huile,
J'aime l'oignon quand il est bon,
J'aime l'oignon frît à l'huile,
J'aime l'oignon, j'aime l'oignon.
Au pas camarade, au pas camarade,
Au pas, au pas, au pas.
Au pas camarade, au pas camarade,
Au pas, au pas, au pas," The Captain of the Wild Geese sang, rather drunkenly, as he wandered through the 10 foot tall bushes.

"Mr. Bernadotte, Captain!" Seras called out, quietly at first, then growing in strength.

"Mon amour, Seras . . . Is that you?"

"Yes Sir," a quick brush of footsteps was heard as the Captain moved to find where the young vampire was. Then the tall, rugged man broke through the fog to come within a few feet of the police girl.

"Ahhhh, Seras, where have you been, me and the boys have been putting down the booze for hours without your . . .," the captain stopped mid-sentence, finally getting a good look at Seras and realizing she was completely naked, which the young vampire still hadn't realized yet. "Uh Seras . . . where are your clothes?"

The police girl looked down and realized with complete mortification that she was still naked, and then looked up with cheeks flushed a bright red while simultaneously covering her bosom and triangle.

The captain continued to stare, mesmerized by the girl's curves. The women he had slept with over the years didn't even compare to this little English tart. "Well I would say I was sorry for intruding, but you called me over, love," Pip smiled slyly, slowly beginning to close the distance between them with his long strides.

"No Captain Bernadotte, stay there, I'm not proper. Don't look," Seras panicked as she watched the Frenchman approach her without breaking stride even as she protested.

"Now love, you cannot expect a man to simply leave a young vulnerable girl like yourself to simply freeze to death in this cold," Pip purred as he stopped a foot away from a shivering and beautiful vampire who had her back turned to him, he licked his lips and grabbed Seras' waist, pulling her bottom against his hardened member covered only by his combat pants.

The police girl let out a yell as she broke her hips away from the captain and backed further into the bushes Pip had her pinned against. Fear evident in her eyes, the blonde searched for a way out that would leave her safe and keep the Captain unharmed. No such way seemed visible and she could feel the thorns of the roses slashing into her flesh mixed with the sting of pesticide washing over her open wounds, drawing new streams of blood to trail in rivers down her back. Bernadotte took Seras' momentary distraction as an opportunity to strike again and grabbed her breasts roughly with both hands, then covered her mouth with his, assaulting her tongue.

Seras' eyes went huge as she felt his strong hands grab her breasts causing pain and the feel of the Captain's tongue down her throat coupled with the taste of beer sent the police girl into convulsions of disgust, nearly causing her to vomit. However, Seras reasoned that once he had finished feeling up her breasts and exploring her mouth he would leave her alone. Then the rough sound of a zipper dragging down sent every nerve on the vampire's body on red alert.

The police girl moved her hands to rest on Pip's chest and pushed the Frenchman off her sending him flying 10 feet across the open space of the narrow maze. She bolted, running in the direction she had thrown the Captain, knowing that the end of the maze, in that particular direction, led to the back of the estate, where no one was sure to be. She was nearly in the clear when she felt a hand grip her ankle and that restraint caused her to fall flat on her face knocking her into unconsciousness.

She awoke 5 minutes later to find Pip on top of her, between her legs with his member's head resting at the entrance to her vagina, slowly forcing its way but being met with incredible resistance because the vampire was still a virgin. Bernadotte had both Seras' hands pinned to the ground and he was breathing heavily down on the police girl's face, suffocating her in the nauseating scent of booze. She felt weak, a good amount of blood had been lost in the struggle between them and the pesticides had kept her wounds from closing.

Seras' did the most reasonable thing she could do at that moment, she screamed. The noise like a loud, shrill and clearly distressed sound that reverberated across the maze and possibly the courtyard. No sooner had she finished the first scream did she hear a deep and clearly angered growl emanate from behind the Captain and a hand ripped the Frenchman back, off of Seras, by the neck. The blonde jerked upright to see who was her rescuer and saw her master holding Pip 5 feet above the ground by the throat with a look on his face that could scare even death itself into submission.

. . .

Alucard couldn't seem to hold the mongrel's throat hard enough to clearly show the French rat just how infuriated he was. So he began to constrict on the Captain's neck more and more, watching the man's face turn from red to purple and then white with eyes rolling back into his skull. He could hear Seras begging the ancient to drop the man with tears streaming down from her eyes, and that was the only reason why he released the asshole.

The anger was still burning inside the Vampire, but he had to put his Seras first. She was collapsed on the ground with her head in her hands as she wept intensely, convulsing with each intake of breath. Alucard looked down at her with concern and sadness, her misery had become his and he wanted nothing more than to make her smile and feel safe. He paced back to where the Captain's unconscious body lay, he took a moment to kick into Pip's chest and reveled in the sound of breaking ribs and then he took the jacket from around the mercenary's body. Carrying the jacket in his hands the ancient bent down to wrap it around Seras' delicate shoulders and told her to put her arms through the sleeves which she did almost unconsciously while she watched the older vampire with surprised fixation. With blood-tears still creeping down the childe's face Alucard picked her up bridal style and pressed her small frame against his broad chest.

Seras looked up into the strong jawed and composed face of her sire and felt safe, horribly emotionally wrecked, used, but safe. The blonde leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes.

That's how Sir Integra found them as they left the maze.