It was the third day they had kept Seras high on the concentrated serum. The green eyed man watched her on the CCTV installed in the cell. He considered if it had been long enough. It normally was for a F.R.E.A.K. but she was a real vampire. Taking her out had been far too easy really. The only problem in his plan now was the fact that Natasha had been out of contact since the day before they had taken Seras. The vampire was sitting half naked in the cell singing some nonsense. The green eyed man was quite happy that the Hellsing bitch was not burning trough the serum any faster than his F.R.E.A.K.s maybe an hour or two but he had been expecting to need double or triple the dose. This was a good sign. Either his troops were not too much inferior to the genuine article or someone greatly overestimated Hellsing.

"Tommy," he said hitting an intercom button. "Call Natasha again. I want her found," he hissed. "I need to know what happened with the other one. I swear we didn't give her enough of the serum to be incapacitated. After that go spend some quality time with that one. I don't rink she's getting anymore doses for two days at least see how she handles withdrawal.

- Hellsing

While one young monster was just about to enter withdrawal another was finally waking from the fever dreams. Natasha was exhausted, exhausted and hungry. She was attached to several IVs and the incredibly haggard looking doctor looked up into her face as a machine signaled something to her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like warmed over shit. Where am I?"

The doctor made a note of Natasha's vastly improved lucidity and smiled.

"Natasha, do you know that that is your name? What exactly do you remember?"

The young woman raised an eyebrow as things started to click in a way they hadn't in quite a long time.

"Was I in an accident? Attacked?"

"Not exactly," the doctor said as she made notes on her clipboard. "Now tell me what do you remember?" The still weakened F.R.E.A.K. just shrugged slumping in the bed near the erratically beeping and buzzing machinery.

"Not much. Everything is kind of a colorful blur. Last thing I remember was going clubbing and ... and then there was a guy I think. I'm hungry, Doc." She said her eyes were gleaming a much healthier red than before. "I don't remember the last time I ate anything."

"I think not," George said melting from the shadows behind the Doctor. "You have bigger things to worry about than an empty stomach. She isn't the only one with questions for your ass."

"Uhm, who are you?"

"So," George said boring down on the young woman with her dangerous presence. "You don't remember trying to kill me on my way home from Rome?"

"No. I don't really remember much of anything too clearly. I remember a guy with green eyes my friends… and that… yeah that's about it. Wait! Are they okay? Are they in this hospital too?"

George took careful notice of the way she hadn't even reacted to her appearing behind the doctor.

"Okay," George said skeptically. "So you're telling me that you don't remember trying to strangle me on a plane three days ago?"

"Why would I? Where would I even be going? Last thing I remember I wasn't going anywhere but with my friends and we certainly weren't flying." The doctor put a calming hand on George's shoulder to still her but she could feel the muscle tense beneath her hands.

"It's possible the drug causes a lapse in memory formation similar to the kind used in date rape," the doctor said. "I still can't quite tell what the drug is made up of really."

"Wait, drugs? Rape? What happened?" The blonde Hellsing seethed a little inside but said nothing. Instead she just vanished in a press of unholy magic and Natasha screamed that time in realization.

"Bobbi," George said after inconspicuously appearing in the office next to a bookcase. :It looks like my attempted murderer is coming around."

"Good what does she know?"

"According to her nothing. Doc says it probably because of the serum. She really wants a sample of the stuff. She thinks it might," George made dramatic air quotes. "Hinder the formation of memory. All the doc can tell is that she is definitely not human. And she is thinks she's been on this shit for months. Without the flush and the rounds of fever suppressants the withdrawal might have put her body into shutdown."

"Give her another day. I'm going to need you to go with the old one and see about following the trail he picked up. We know where they got her from now."

"We do?" George shadow stepped to stand beside Bobbie. "How do we know?"

"That would be because of me," Isabella said." Her face was in a small screen on the laptop and she waved from the video chat. "I found a missing persons file for Natasha Fergussin. She is apparently 20 years old and has been missing for six months from the east side of Montclaire. I don't know what's she's doing here but apparently she went missing during a weekend trip with classmates on holiday to the city."

"Interesting," Bobbi said. "So they're kidnaping kids and turning them into monsters? Then getting them addicted? Sounds like a trafficking ring."

"Worst part it's centered on minority teens. The sad truth is that they are less likely to be seen. To be missed. So a lot longer to notice the pattern," Isabella said. "I'll be on my to Hellsing Manor as soon as I close this chat down. Both of you look at the missing persons file I sent to you."

"Of course, Officer Dandridge," Bobbi said. "I'll also see about getting most of these shown to our little friend and see if she recognizes any of them."

- Hellsing.

Alucard followed the trail of the missing F.R.E.A.K.

"Our last known location was the popular nightclub Red Robin," Isabella said. Her voice buzzing through the communicator in George's ear. "Northside of Montclare."

"Red Robin," George said. "Are Becky and the others en route? No Mistakes this time."

"Yeah," Isabella replied. "If anything gets twisted I give the order and we burn the place down."

"Alright. Dad," George said. "This is the break point I'm tracking the friends she was last seen with while you see if you can find anything at the club. I'm starting at her house "

Isabella and Bobbi were occupied in the Hellsing main office. Going over the mountain of missing person files. Isabella had been able to request.

"We know they are kidnapping and drugging these kids, but we don't know why? They can't be building an army of sick tweaking vampires," Isabella said. "And according to the doctors not looking like sex trafficking either. These poor kids," Isabella said sighing.

"I can't imagine how many we've missed."

"All these kids that look like me vanishing and not a peep. This is some sick shit. Somebody knew they wouldn't be looking too hard for a few black kids ripped from clubs."

"Probably more than a few, Isabella. Depending in how many of these missing kids our green eyed man took it could be hundreds of them. There are several thousand missing persons and most of them ... most of them are like these kids." Both women kept an ear focused on the troops as they searched the files.

Alucard appeared on the roof of the club with the sound of loose gravel being crushed under his heavy boots. With an unnaturally shrill laugh he melted through the ceiling his coat swirling. No one noticed as he swept through the atmosphere wrapped in hellish power. He knew what he was looking for. He clung to the shadows listening and watching with innumerable blinking red eyes. The eyes and ears listened and watched and Alucard grinned as one of them caught something interesting. The eyes on the walls and in the dark corners closed and he vanished following a woman's voice.

"I know he wants more but no one is biting," she muttered to herself pacing in a hallway near a bathroom. "All these kids are clean not even one was interested. This place has the wrong crowd," the young woman said irritably. She ran a slightly shaking hand through straggly thin neon pink hair. "I have to tTell him we can't pull any here anymore they're getting wind of it." A large fist burst from the wall to strangle the woman on the cellphone. She gargled helplessly as the fists nearly crushed her throat as she was yanked from the hallway. She couldn't see anything in the darkness between the walls and all she could feel was Alucard's hot breath on her face.

"I have questions," he said. Ms. Pink hair couldn't scream. She couldn't comprehend what was happening. "Where are you taking them?" Her response was a choked gargle and the ancient vampire rolled his eyes before dropping her. She coughed awkwardly as he windpipe was freed. "Where are you taking them?" His eyes burned like live coals and his fangs glinted in the darkness as he snapped them an inch in front of her nose. "Do not bother lying, girl. I don't actually need you to tell me. I just want to avoid making an unnecessary mess of you."

Alucard considered how pleasant it would be to break the little idiots mind and shred her psyche completely but alas time was master now. It was a pleasure that could be had at a later time.

"I don't know anything! I swear I just don't want to run out again. I just get people to try it and then they come. I swear I don't know anything else. Please!" Alucard smelled the tangy seasoning of fear wafting off of the pink haired addict. And it made his mouth water but what he did not smell was a lie.

"You really don't know, do you?"

"No! I swear all I want is more of the juice. I haven't hurt anyone." Alucard smiled as the light returned and they were back in the hallway. He handed her the cellphone he had stolen.

"But you do know who to call. Tell them you found someone."

The handsome young man sprawled in a drugged stupor on the couch was quite promising at least in the eyes of The Gatherer.

"Very good, Catherine," he said.

"T…thank you, sir," she said shivering. Luckily they would think it was because the glow was fading. It was because she was horrified. It was because she had felt the presence of real evil on that man when those fangs had shut like a steel trap inches from her throat. The cold steel grip on her throat that had choked away her breath. "I though we needed more... Uhm... More men balance you see."

"We do not need you to think, Catherine," The gatherer said casting a look over his shoulder at the girl with pink hair.

"It easier to get men now. Men never worry about it and uhm yeah I found him asking around about hits by the bathroom and …and …and."

"Enough," the gatherer hissed in obvious irritation at Catherine's rambling. He appraised their victim and grinned. "A right pretty thing he is. Looks almost like a girl." the older man gripped Alucard's chin turning his face this way and that, examining the piercing at his lip and the dramatic eye-shadow and liner on his bronze skin. "I'll take him." the older man hefted the skinny boy and he and Catherine lugged him out of the club. A few askance glances we're all he got as he and Ms. pink hair escorted him. Nothing out of the ordinary a drunk passed out kid being helped out of the club by friends nothing at all to be concerned about while the music played and the liquor was poured.

I'm being taken by them now, Master . What are your orders?

Observe and report Bobbi replied to the invasive mental message. The second team is tracking you now. When they get you wherever they are taking you I'll give the order.

- Hellsing

George was slightly disappointed that she had the comparably more boring job of seeing if any of Natasha's friends had been taken as well. Natasha's old home was a modest boring affair in the suburbs. The blonde woman was standing at the doorstep under and irritatingly bright porch light waiting for the door to open. When an older sickly skinny woman opened the door George instantly knew Natasha took after her mother. She was a near copy of the woman in her early fifties. Natasha would have aged very well if... If she hadn't been taken."

"Hello?"

Hello, my name is George Hellsing and I have some questions about your daughter?"

"Tasha?" There was a painful millisecond of hope in the woman's eyes but then it died as she let George in. "Come in. I suppose I can put on a pot of tea."

"Don't put yourself out Mrs. Fergussin."

"No trouble I couldn't sleep anyway might as well have a nice cup." George winced and rubbed the back of her neck.

"Well, the truth is I kind of hate tea."

"Heh, cops. I'll assume you'll take black coffee then."

"Much obliged. But really there is no need I only have a few quick questions about Natasha's friends. To see about where we should go next."

"No," Mrs. Fergussin hissed in a cold way that even made a dhampire flinch. "You will sit your ass right there at that table and listen to me while I make some terrible cheap corner market coffee. I lost my baby and I have not heard a word from any so called authority in two months. You do not make demands of me in the middle of the night about my baby."

"Of course, ma'am," George said rather sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I was rude. I'm sorry that things have been so painful for you. I want to let you know that this time a whole new organization is looking for your daughter. She's a VIP in a very high profile case. She is at the very center of our attention I promise." Mrs. Fergussin brought out the coffee on a tray with a faint smile.

"Better, child, better. Now what did you want to know?"

George took a sip of the coffee and had to keep herself form blanching visibly. It was absolute piss how did people drink this?

"Well, we were wondering if any of her other friends went missing at the time of her disappearance. The organization I work for is also having trouble gathering information from the regular authorities."

"There were three others as far as I knew. But you know how girls are. They were probably lying. I know it was Catherine, Jessica and Gracie. Catherine McNiel went missing the same night. Gracie was beside herself. She said she tried to keep them together but Catherine and Tasha insisted on partying with this guy they met. I never liked Catherine, she was a stupid girl and always had her hair some freakish unnatural color. She was a bad influence but not the worst you know. Apparently for some reason Crystal and Jessica couldn't remember exactly what this guy their friend went off with to save their lives. And Gracie left them there to go out with her boyfriend."

"I see. So they couldn't give any description of the guy?"

"None at all. They vaguely remembered being bought a couple of rounds by this man and his friends. But when they tried to focus on his features they went blank."

"Thanks you Ms. Fergussin, I think that is all I need to know. I'll be sure to keep you informed. I'm so sorry this had to happen to you." The blonde let the older woman walk her out of the small house and as soon as the door closed she vanished.

Bobbi, Dad. Catherine. Look for Catherine McNiel. She went missing with Natasha."

Off kilter laughter filled Georges mind and she felt her father's power straining at the back of her mind.

I have already found her, Little Dracula. She is with me right now. The girl was most helpful in getting me where I need to be.
Alucard didn't grunt as he was tossed roughly into a very small metal cell to crash against the floor. He gave a few theatrical twitches hiding his rather amused grin against the floor. Already he could sense Seras. But he did not like the way she felt. She felt muddled and distant like he was sensing her through a filter. But he knew she was there and that was enough.

Your Orders Master?

Recover Seras Victoria! Destroy anything or anyone that gets in your way!