A/N: I don't know why my formatting got effed up last chapter, but whatever. There are errors, sorry.

Warning: Spoilers for the latest Manga chapters, bloodshed, sadism of a werewolf kind.

Disclaimer: You should know better you fools.


The metal walls reminded her of the prisons she occasionally had to go through during her time in D11. Her position back then was far better than the one she was in now; being carted down the hallway like a rag doll was not dignified. Back then, however, everything had been far simpler than the mess she had gotten herself into; at least back then she always had the comfort and support of her teammates. Perhaps that was where she had gone wrong…she always had that backing, she wasn't suited for being a loner which what was often expected of her as a vampire. The heavy foot falls were lulling her into a state of silent pondering, though she knew not how she could find the footsteps of doom comforting…

He suddenly placed her on her feet before opening a large door. Inside was a mess, bodies were strewn over the floor and her Boss was not looking all that happy as she snarled at the window. Pale eyes turned towards her and her physically silent companion, the tall werewolf still had a painful grip on her shoulder, and a faint smirk passed the fat man's lips. The smirk was short lived, for Seras saw a white clad man rush over to the Major and mutter something in his ear. He showed the Major something on a small handheld, the Major peered between he and the werewolf, then to Seras, and a scowl creased his forehead.

"How nice of you to join us," he commented quietly, "Though I'm afraid you've missed the best part of the show; now all that's left is the epilogue…"

Seras tore from Hans's grip, rushing to her boss with the knowledge that this would be the last time he ever allowed her to get away with it. From her position next to Integra all she could see was the sea of death diminishing. If such were the case, and she had to rub her eyes to make sure she was actually seeing what she thought, then the fluctuations between her master and she were due to the fact that her master was disappearing. She could even hear his farewells over the sounds of Integra's orders.

"That vas His purpose, all along," the Major commented lightly, sipping as glass of what she knew to be champagne…

The fucker was celebrating while the war had yet to finish! How foolish could the potbellied pig get?! Did he forget that she was a true vampire too? That she was the child of the most renowned vampire that had ever existed? Surely he didn't intend to underestimate her power…or Hans's for that matter. Glancing to the werewolf she noted he was in fact growing more and more angered by the second and she could only guess what would happen when he snapped. Should he flip his lid she had to stay near Integra, to be able to get her boss out of the line of fire should the situation get out of control.

'Fraulein, if you try to escape me there vill be hell to pay,' the beast warned, the cold eyes locking on hers and relaying the danger that would befall she and Integra. But, she reasoned, her loyalties were with Integra, and if getting her to safety meant denying his orders, then so be it. It wouldn't actually be defying his orders anyways, and she couldn't rightfully let Integra go waltzing off on her own, despite how capable she may be. She was still a human after all, and could only fight so many at one time. The sun was just cresting the earth when it happened; the Captain had moved so fast that she hadn't realized what was going on until she heard the telltale sound of cracking bone.

The Scientist was pinned into the circuitry that surrounded them, his shoulder being crushed even as he squealed in pain. She couldn't deny the fact that the sight and sound was truly pleasing…to know that the bastard that had caused so much pain was getting his comeuppance sent a shudder of pleasure down her spine. It didn't help the fact that she could feel Hans's beast laughing in her head. A malicious sort of laugh, it was, and yet it was also filled with humor that she was becoming rather entranced with the physical torment being dished out to the twisted technician. Apparently the Major hadn't a full concept of what was going on, despite knowing that the FREAK-chip was no longer functioning.

A gush of blood suddenly splattered all over the naked chest of the werewolf tormenting his once fellow Nazi. Immediately Seras felt a bolt of desire trail rail down her spine and to her groin. How she wanted to lick that blood of his toned body…

'Oh, hell no…' she thought as she shook her head, 'I did not just fantasize about that!'

That humored laughter continued, and Seras did the only thing she could think of; she called him a jerk.

'You jerk! Knock it off!'

'Surely you know some better insults than that. I vould also adwise you to take care to vatchvhat you say, Draculina.'

Seras huffed faintly, but turned her attention back to the Major. She looked to Integra for her orders, waiting just a split second to see the solid nod of her head that sent Seras barreling towards the unarmed man. Those unnerving eyes widened, though he made no move to truly stop her, and his arm raised a small hand gun. The worthless bullets did little to her, she knew he wasn't even going to bother with an actual fight; his mission to annihilate Alucard was complete.

He had resigned himself to his fate.

He seemed quite content when her fist slammed through his chest like it was naught but a small pane of glass. Blood gurgled from his throat, dripping down onto her arm as his eyes rolled back and his eye lids drooped shut. His body slumped in his chair, though it would occasionally twitch when Seras dug her fingers deeper, mutilating the heart to get to the spine. Gripping the bones she yanked slightly, with her unnatural strength his body gave a large lurch forward and the spine cracked and snapped through his chest. Convulsions racked the body as she continued to pull, the bone starting to protrude from the cracked ribcage, and with one last yank half of his spine was hanging out of the hole her fist had left.

Looking at the bit of bone in her hand she glanced up to Hans, finding him dropping the deceased scientist to the ground with a loud 'THUMP' and a faint cracking as the remnants of his crushed skull hit the floor. He then turned to her, covered in blood and grinning darkly, and hurried to join her. She backed away quickly, shielding Sir Integra from harm and knowing she was going to get it from the angered male before her.

"It's time you came vith me, Draculina."

Seras's jaw dropped when she heard him speak aloud. His voice was rough, unused, but pleasant sounding. Without the rough edge she figured he'd be a low tenor; not quite the low of a bass, but not the normal higher tone of a tenor. Just right, given his features, in her opinion.

"Seras, what does he want from you?" Integra asked quietly, and Seras actually blushed at her question. Her mind raced with all the things he wanted or possibly wanted from her, and it only made her embarrassment worse. "Seras?"

"He bit me," Seras muttered, "And now he's able to control some of my actions…"

"You let him bite you?!" Integra growled disbelievingly. "Didn't Alucard warn you about that?! It's a change of ownership, damnit!"

"Master didn't warn me about anything!" Seras defended, forgetting about the werewolf creeping closer for a moment. "He just kept alluding to things…and it wasn't until after I was bit that he told me I was screwed for good. More importantly why wasn't I informed of this bit of information before we plunged headfirst into a nightmare realm?! And it wasn't like I could actually stop him either, boss!"

"You bloody git, you're supposed to bother your master about information like that!"

"I did bother master about vampiric law!" Seras once again defended, "He said he told me everything there was to know!"

"That bloody fool…" Integra growled, before gasping lightly when she noticed the proximity of the wolf was far too close for comfort. Seras whirled around, ready to attack should her master be endangered, just to wind up trapped in the strong hold of his arms. He held her tightly against his muscled body, smearing her body, her face and hair, with the blood dripping from his torso. Seras, unable to stop herself, tentatively ran her tongue over the blood coated flesh.

"Please be aware that there is still a war going on around us," Integra interrupted blankly, and Seras squeaked and attempted to remove his arms from her person. "Please release my Draculina, Werewolf," Integra grunted, "We still have work to do, and it involves annihilating your fellow Nazis. You are free to join us if you'd like," she continued, ever the Iron Maiden. She spun on her heel, her hair and coat suddenly caught in a dramatic wind, and began to stalk off.

"How do they do that?" Seras wondered aloud, "I never get any sudden, dramatic, wind…"

'Once ve are finished, Draculina, you und I have some bonding to enjoy.'

Seras blushed brightly again, immediately yanking herself away when he let his arms fall back to his sides. He was following Integra before she could curse at him, and she had to hurry to follow before Integra barked at her angrily. Hopefully, she pondered, taking extreme caution to block her thoughts from prying minds, she'd be able to lose him in the midst of annihilating ghouls and FREAKs before the whole of Britain was destroyed. Immediately dropping the wall for she could sense the tingling that accompanied his mind probes, she thought of her master.

There was no way he was gone. It couldn't be, despite what she had seen, what she had heard. She didn't want to think on it too much, as there was a job to finish, and not only that, but Master and Sir Integra had been closer for longer, so she could only imagine the hurt her Boss must have felt. Not to mention the anger and frustration. The Major and the Scientist –she really didn't know his profession to a point, but he looked like one to her, so that was what she would call him- had gone down easy. Their goal, after all, had been achieved, so there wasn't much of a reason to stick around…

Stepping from the wreckage of the Zeppelin and taking the care to avoid looking directly at the sun, she peered around at the mayhem around her. Faint groans filled the air, the sounds of dying ghouls were diminishing as she grabbed a pair of slightly damaged sunglasses, and relieved a dead Nazi of his gun. Immediately she began the annihilation process, finding the werewolf to be doing the same, and took care to stay near Integra as she did her job. If she remembered correctly, and she did, Walter had been engaging Alucard in battle, and with her Master gone what was Walter doing?

Glancing to the side as she heard frantic German shouting she watched as Captain descended on a few of his once fellow soldiers, quite elegant in his movements, entrancing to the point where she didn't hear the sharp footsteps approach behind her until black clad arms wrapped around her waist. She snarled in anger, turning to see who dared touch her, just to freeze when that boyish grinning face came into her view.

Black hair, red eyes…for a split second, not even enough to blink, she thought it to be her Master, though immediately knew it was not. No, it was Walter, who held her in his grasp.

"Kindly release my escort," Integra growled as she stalked through the mess of bodies towards them. "Traitor…" she added a moment later, her ice blue eyes locked on Walter's young face.

"I merely wished to congratulate Miss Victoria on a job well done," he purred softly, his fingers trailing over her hips as he released her, "After all, you explained change of ownership; I figured it would only be polite to congratulate my new Mistress on her special day."

Both ladies were silent, though Seras didn't quite figure it out…

Didn't she have to bite his master, in order for the change in ownership to take place?

"Seras," Integra started quietly, "Did you lick the blood off your hand?" The words were tinted with what Seras recognized as a nerve snapping, meaning Integra was becoming more and more fed up with the messes that just continued to erupt around her.

"Just a little…" Seras muttered guiltily, looking to her gloved hand and wondering if that little taste was truly enough as she did so. She really couldn't help herself…she had been hungry, and it seemed natural to get a small taste of such a victim. Hell, she had even gotten a taste of the Scientist's blood, though she refused to let her mind wander down the path of NC-17; they had a battle to finish and FREAKs to dismantle.

"Figures…this is just one huge mess," Integra snorted, crossing her arms and glancing to where the Captain had been. "A werewolf claiming ownership over my last vampire, and now a traitor who gets touchy feely with his mistress, perfect. Just what I always wanted."

Seras knew Integra was not happy when she spoke like this. She was really peeved, so the sooner they continued their clean up the better.

"Walter…start cleaning up," Seras muttered nervously, wondering if he would actually follow orders. The young man before her cocked a grin, bowed over exaggeratedly and proceeded to do as he was told. How was she going to deal with this mess? She had a werewolf that wanted to get in her pants, and now a FREAK chip Walter who, despite being her 'underling', looked at her like he was ready to strip her bare and fuck her raw. She shuddered at the thought, though from fear and revulsion, or sick arousal, she didn't know. She didn't want to know either, for as long as she informed him to clean up the mess, and he knew what she wanted done, then she could avoid seeing him.

"How are we going to deal with this mess…?" Integra finally asked her as they went about shooting anything that moved.

"Right now the best course of action would be to get you to Hellsing Manor, where the rest of the Wildgeese are. They can look after you while I clean up the area. You'll need to contact some people, I'm sure, so that would be top priority," Seras said quietly, finding that Integra seemed to be a little lost in her thoughts. Not overly so, but just enough to let show that she was disturbed and uncertain of the events around them. "First off would be contacting the Queen and the other members of the Order."

"Right. You'll have to deal with Walter somehow; a traitor needs to be punished; the queen wouldn't be happy if she knew a traitor wasn't suffering for his actions against the crown. We may even have to destroy him, though I'd wait on that. I'd suggest, however, that when all is cleared up, you toss him in the basement for a few weeks. With minimal food. I don't need him getting any ideas. Also, I'd like you to find some way of controlling that werewolf of yours. I know he's got power over you, but you are a Draculina and if you work things properly I'm certain he'd have no issues remaining with Hellsing. We'll grant him clemency, seeing as he is providing an excellent service."

Truth be told Seras was torn at that notion; there was no denying the strange arousal he stirred in her, but the werewolf often showed himself to be hazardous to her health. Of course he had yet to do anything drastic in the bad for a vampire sort of way, but still…the agony and pain she had felt in her shoulder…

She almost wanted to shove him in a cell and leave him there, but knew he wouldn't let her get away with it. She'd be pulled back, abused, and then thrown into a realm of wonderful pleasure. As long as she kept with the submissive and obedient act the red haze of his blood beast should disappear and she'd be safe. Hopefully. God only knew what that wolf wanted to do to her. She doubted he would normally act this way; it didn't seem appropriate. But, once again, she told herself it was his blood beast talking, not him.

"Something wrong?" Integra muttered, and Seras paused, finding she had gotten a little excessive with her clearing and was shooting up dead bodies that hardly looked like bodies anymore. She stooped down, grabbing another gun from another corpse, and tossed the officially empty –and had been empty for quite a few seconds but she had failed to notice the fact- gun over her shoulder lazily. She began walking again, hurrying to catch up to the woman in order to answer properly.

"I don't know what to do about him," Seras said quietly, peering around and listening for heartbeats or unnatural groans that didn't come with heartbeats. They couldn't afford to miss even one ghoul out in the open, and while they were significantly less in number than they had been before they were still a problem and potential threat. Bumbling and mindless as they were just one could twist a whole village into ghouls if left alone. Her job, both Hans and Walter knew, was to get Integra to safety, which meant the two women couldn't take the time to skip down alleyways and through buildings to destroy the creatures lurking out of sight. That was their job, and they were most likely having a grand old time doing it, the sick bastards…

"There's nothing you can do; he won't release the hold over you until he knows you're his for good. If Alucard were here right now…" the woman paused a moment, faltering in her step and taking a deep, lightly shuddering breath, "I'd kick his ass for not going into greater detail. He probably figured there weren't any werewolves left, the bloody idiot," she muttered. Seras couldn't help but smile a little at the uncommon vocalization of Integra's anger. The woman was usually very reserved and calm, keeping her mouth under tight control when getting angry. Sure, there were times where Alucard had gotten under her skin…as a matter of fact, it was usually always him pissing Sir Integra off…

Finally they had reached a spot of London that wasn't a total wreck, and upon investigating a few of the cars around them they had located a nice small vehicle that would serve to get them home faster. With Seras behind the wheel they started home, not quite knowing what the days ahead would bring.


A/N: Ahhh…if I weren't so tired I'd probably reword the last bit and extend it a thousand words, but quite frankly this is a nice place to leave off. It's a tad jumpy, but hey, it's not fully action oriented.

I'm glad to know that my previous descriptions were detailed and sickening; definitely something to aim for when you're writing a situation like that. It'd be no good if you were to just go off and say "He jammed his fingers in her shoulder". I tend to take time to put detail into situations that a person could actually feel; sometimes when you read a good description you can actually imagine what it would feel like. I want to write like that; send you to a nice little place if only for a moment.

Eh, I hadn't thought of what to have dark Walter do, so I just incorporated him in the strange and now twisted triangle ownership. There will be WalterXSeras moments, sure, but not a lot. And what moments there will be Captain will be there to make sure his Draculina is safe. As hot as Walter is, he's a twisted little worm.