So, thought I'd write another chapter, so lucky you. Probably because of the two quick reviews I got, thank you very much! Admittedly, it is a short one, but hey, another chapter!

"You're going to what?!" Enola said, body tensing up as she fought to keep from turning and running off. She had already been in her human form longer than was usual for her, and the stressful situation she was currently in was not helping her at all.

"We're going to silver brand the Hellsing seal in your skin, or, more accurately, Alucard will," Sir Integra explained, "That is the only way to properly bind a werewolf, isn't it?"

"Yeah-"

"And you're exact words, when requesting to join Hellsing 'I would gladly accept the Hellsing seal branded on my back with silver,' were they not?"

"Yes, but-"

"You haven't changed your mind have you? We can't have a werewolf running around England uncontrolled can we?"

"No Sir," Enola sighed, "When are you going to do it?"

Sir Integra let out a puff of smoke from her cigar, "Tonight. Walter has just finished casting the brand. You will be going down the basement, where you can't break anything, and Alucard will brand you there."

"Wait," Enola though for a second, "Doesn't silver hurt vampires too?"

"Not Alucard. Besides the handle is made of iron. Now go."

Enola peered into the darkness of the dungeon cell she had been told to enter. The bright hallway made it impossible for her to see inside. She walked in anyway, closing the door behind her, surrounding herself in the pitch black. Her canine nose picked up the smell of fresh blood and gunpowder. He was in here, she knew it.

She walked into what she thought was the middle of the room, closed her eyes and waited. Whatever came would come, she would just have to deal with it. The Iscariots were worse. Hellsing had not locked her in a bright, plain cell with glass walls. There was nothing to do there. She was simply board out of her mind until the next time they decided to let her out to catch a few ghouls. Even then, she had blessed blades at her heels should she not work quickly enough. Here, she was able to have free run at night, and she usually slept during the day. She was fed properly and able to train and hone her skills to become a more effective weapon. If a little silver brand was what they required in return, it would be nothing to give.

Enola shivered as she felt a cool gloved hand snaked around her waist. It traveled up, over her chest. She gave a little gasp as it passed over her the swell of her breast and heard a low chuckle in response. The hand continued up, grasping at her chin, gently forcing her head to the side. She felt sharp fangs at the curve of her exposed neck, much sharper than the fangs of the other vampire that had attempted to bite her had, so sharp their very touch threatened to draw blood.

"Master? What are you doing?" Enola whispered, fearing to speak louder.

"What do you think I'm doing, puppy? Though-" She felt his arm shift slightly on her bosom, "I might need to rethink that nickname…I'm going to brand you, bind you to the Hellsing organization. But Hellsing isn't the only one you want to be bound to, is it?"

Enola whimpered slightly. He's hit the nail right on the head. It wasn't the Hellsing leader she wanted to serve, it was the only being she knew that could defeat Father Alexander Anderson, the one the Iscariot was abound to send after her.

Alucard chuckled again, "I thought so. Now, just stay still…"

A searing burning sensation ripped through her left shoulder blade. Enola immediately bucked back, sending them both into the stone wall behind them. Tremors shook her as her body involuntarily changed from human to wolf to human and back again. The vampire's iron grim remained firm, despite her effort to dislodge him. Her howling rang through the room.

The brand was removed for a fraction of a blissful second, then another, smaller one was pressed into her right shoulder. Alucard's second arm was wrapped around the top of her chest, holding the brand on for what seemed like an eternity, though it was only a few short seconds.

Finally, she was released. Enola collapsed on the floor, whimpering in pain and shock. Her body was trying to heal the wounds the silver had inflicted. She was sure she had broken her collarbone and a few ribs trying to escape. Her breath came in short pants and her eyes watered. She winced as the bones reset themselves.

A few moments later, she was able to stand in her wolf form. Her left foreleg was sore, but not too bad. Her right hurt like hell, and still burned as if someone had poured salt on her wound. Still, she didn't want to just lay there like some weakling lame dog, so she walked toward the door, trying to hide her limp the best she could. Unfortunately, she quickly lost her balance as both front legs were injured, and rolled on her side, hissing as her shoulder met the cool stone.

A presence ghosted up behind her, bending over to whisper in her ear, "You make the most precious noises when in pain, I'd love to hear your whimpers when in pleasure." The door in front of her opened, allowing light to flood in. A tall shadow glided through the opening, leaving it open as it left.

So, what do you guys think the second seal is? Hmm? Review, suggestions, ect. Thanks!