It's been 6 years since I last worked on this fic. SIX YEARS. I can not explain how crazy that is. So much has happened in my life. And obviously, it's not important, but I finally finished this darn thing, and I am so sorry it took so long. I don't even know if people who originally read it will read this now. But either way, it is finally finished. To anyone who does read it, thanks for sticking to it. And people who find it now, I truly hope you find it enjoyable.

~Lora.

The reflection in the window was scowling as the cigar tip glowed bright orange. She slammed her fist on the glass and cursed out loud. Charging over to her desk, she pulled a drawer open and pulled out a silver revolver that she tucked into her coat. She stormed through her office door and down the hall; a show was about to begin outside.

–

This...was nerve wracking. Both men stood, seeming to size each other up. Old friends, now being forced to be enemies. The orange glasses covered dark eyes and all that was present on his face was a scowl. The butler stretched the wire taught between his fingers, his eyes darkening as the moonlight glimmered off it. "Men," he stated sternly, and the small army behind him snapped to attention. His eyes fell on her.

"Capture Seras Victoria."

She stepped back slowly as a roar started to build from the men as they all seemed to move at once, storming towards her. She turned and ran, zipping through the shadows of the forest behind them. Her new senses assisted her as she leaped over fallen trees and avoided mud traps, which in turn helped her lose some of the men who were following her. She had wanted to be there to help him; she knew his was not going to be an easy fight. She was hoping, as she ran, for the best outcome to it...

–

"Alucard," Walter mumbled, a slight nod towards his friend.

"Walter." Emotionless.

"Just, between us," the butler continued on a small sigh, "I do not wish to be doing this."

"Neither do I."

With that, they lunged at each other. Walter wrapped his wire around Alucard's arm, slicing it clean off. Alucard, after simply sprout a new arm from his undying form, shot bullet after bullet, the butler dodging each one with trained precision. The vampire's form changed into that of black flames, large, red eyes seeming to explode everywhere around his opponent. Knowing what was coming with the vampire's moves, Walter ducked down, using his wire to cut through to black claws swinging at him with immense force. Swing after swing, cut after cute, the two men seemed to know the others' moves; something that would happen when you knew someone so well.

They both stopped, the butler panting and the vampire grinning. "Age has worn your body down, Walter," he said, with what almost sounded like a hint of concern in his voice. He half-heartedly grinned at his remark.

"Such would happen to a mere human, as you would say," he retorted, and as quickly as he said it, he swung his wire out, wrapping it around Alucard's neck and pulled it in. At first Alucard smirked, but when a sudden burning rose from the wire, he growled and then bellowed in pain. The vampire's head, with a loud gurgle, came flying off, and landed at the butler's feet. He grabbed and picked the severed head up, and the lifeless body fell in a heap on the ground. The crimson eyes looked at him, life slowly draining from them. He knew it would take a lot more to kill him, however, and he sighed.

"For Sir Integra," he mumbled, as he tucked the head under his arm and began walking towards the body. But, he stopped suddenly, when a loud bang rang out from behind him, and blood slowly began trickling from his lips. He looked down, and saw a gaping hole in his chest, red beginning to soak into his dress shirt and vest.

"The honor will be mine, Walter."

Smoke. All around him. Both from his bullet wound, and the lit cigar that came to stand in front of him. He dropped the head and it rolled, hitting her boot tip. With a thud, his body fell to the ground, and she leaned down, picking up the now withering head.

"First, I will put an end to you, once and for all." She put out the cigar in his eye.

"Than, that precious Servant girl on yours..."

–

She huffed, pressing her back against the stone behind her. There was clicking and clacking of guns being loaded and pointed.

All aiming at her.

Her knees began to buckle as every muscle in her body seemed to want to give. It was the end. She was sure of it. Images flashed in her mind of her childhood, her life at the Hellsing manor, Alucard...

Alucard.

Her head snapped up. His presence was gone. She couldn't sense him anymore, and that filled her with worry. Worry, and rage. Something must have happened to him. His presence had been there, seeming to push her forward as she ran. It was there. But now...

Her eyes darkened slowly as she glared at the wall of soldiers before her. Something inside her, completely snapped. The gnawing feeling slowly built more and more, till all her thoughts finally gathered. All of this, this...Hell...was brought to her by one single, hateful person...

"INTEGRA!"

Her scream was blood-curdling as she lunged full force at the soldiers before her. They fired shot after shot at her, hitting her over and over, but she kept coming. Limbs began to fly in the air, decorating the night sky with arcs of crimson. Bones cracked, flesh ripped; sounds that would haunt memories for years to come; if anyone survived.

Her shoulders heaved as her breathing was labored, blood dripping from every bullet hole in her body. Around her was a mesh of red and black, the bodies of the former soldiers all mangled. She lifted her arm and in her hand was a patch from the Hellsing Organization. She growled, her fangs exposed, and she ripped it up with her teeth.

–

Her advantage worked. Restricting his abilities helped Walter bring him to an almost complete stop, and hindering him further stopped his regeneration. She smirked, the flames from the furnace growing brighter against the lens of her glasses. Holding his head in her hands, she brought it up to her face and planted a cold kiss on his lips.

"This is the price you pay for crossing your master."

–

Blind rage seemed to guide her as she barreled through the forest, back to what she once called home. She leaped from tree limb to limb, nothing stopping her; till she reached the front gate. She came to a stand still, when she saw the bloody body laying on the stones. Walking up to it slowly, her eyes widened, as her human side began to show again.

"Walter!"

She dropped to her knees next to him, holding his head up with her hand. His face was white, and he wasn't breathing. Her eyes began to well up, and she dropped her head down onto his chest. Her eyes snapped open when she felt soft thudding against her forehead.

His heart was still beating.

She wanted to shake him, make him wake up; but she knew if she did that, it would most likely take the little bit of life left out of him. She picked up her hand and noticed her glove was soaked with his blood. The smell...

A thought flashed in her mind. She looked down, and eyed his exposed neck. She knew she wasn't a full vampire like Alucard...but what if...

As she leaned in slowly, she noticed something next to Walter's body. His arm was stretched out slightly, and by his bloody finger tip, from what she could see, was something written, in his own blood...

Save. Him.

–

She stood up slowly, rubbing her forehead with her shirt sleeve. In front of her were strewn about body parts, haphazardly cut from the trunk. She smirked to herself, a chuckle coming from her chest.

She was enjoying this. It was something she had wanted to do for a very long time. All his taunts and ridicule; it would finally be over soon.

She glanced back at the head, which she had mounted on the wall, and blew it a kiss. Piece by bloody piece, she began throwing them into the furnace...

The doors flung open with a loud crash, and she was thrown off by it. A loud rumble came barreling at her and she ducked to the side, avoiding a large gun shot.

At the door, a very angry, and very armed, Seras Victoria had her sights locked on her former employer.

"This ends here," she hollered, letting loose another shot at Integra. She narrowly dodged it, the bullet ripping through her long, blonde hair. She turned on Seras, grabbing a mounted sword from the wall, and lunged for her. Raising her gun again, Seras had it point-blank at her, but she kept coming. The bullet went through Integra's shoulder, and her sword was lodged in the servant girl's neck.

She fell on her back, making gurgling noises as blood came from her mouth and the wound. Integra hobbled over to her, and grabbing the hilt of the sword, jerked it to cut the girl's head off...

A clink noise caught her attention, and small glimmer sparkled in front of her face, as a wire wrapped around her hand, cutting it completely off.

She screeched, reeling back, and yelled more as she stared at her bloody stump. A shadowy figure walked in, thin lines shinning all around it.

"Wa...Walter..." she stammered, staring up at her butler. "You were dead.."

"Not quite, sir." For the first time as long as she could remember, Walter smiled. And his fangs glistened from the fire of the furnace. With a click flick of his wrist, her other hand came flying off.

"There," he said, kicking her hand aside, "now you can not light those damned cigars."

Her face was stained with tears and blood, but she still managed to glare up at him. "I'll be damned before I ever die at the hands of beasts like you!"

"Oh, sir, no worries. You will not be dying at my or her hands."

Her eyes widened. She looked back down at the blood stumps where her hands once were. The seals...

Before her, a giant black cloud began to rise up. The flames of the fire turned a dark red as the body parts she discarded regenerated in the smoke. A figure began to form, and a deformed face was developing before her. A dog's head was sprouting, and sharp, dripping teeth were bearing in its mouth. Her eyes widened more and more as the figure grew larger and larger.

Alucard towered over her, his eyes the brightest they had ever been. He was released. Free.

"You...are no longer my master."

His hound came down on her head, and she screamed. The cry soon turned into nothing but crunching and gargling sounds. His mouth spread into a gruesome grin as we watched his hound devour the last remains of the great Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing.

–

"So, will that be all, Sir?"

"I already told you, you don't have to call me that, Walter!"

"Considering you are now my master, it seems rather fitting, do you not agree?"

Seras blushed a bit, but waved her former 'boss' off. "Please, Walter, just keep it formal. After all, you will technically still be a superior here. Controlling the Hellsing Organization after all."

"I do hope you will still call me, master, my littler servant girl."

The dark cloud appeared behind her, his hands beginning to form on her body in places that made Walter look away. She pushed Alucard off, firmly, but playfully.

"Be serious now," she scolded. "We need to fix this...mess, we caused."

"It's been settled," he said, looking to Walter. "He will take over the Organization, knowing all there is to know of this place." He took her hand and kissed it. "And we are to run off into the moonlight."

"For a short time," she corrected. "We are still essential here."

Walter cleared his throat as Alucard began nuzzling at Seras' neck, ignoring her sternness. "It will take some time for the new," he emphasized, glancing at Seras as she ducked her head in shame, "men to get used to us and what we do, but I will be diligent in getting things squared away here."

Seras sighed, rubbing the scar on her neck. All this was just...insane. Integra was gone. But there was hope of keeping the Organization alive without her; and that made things rather worth it. Alucard had let her drink from him the night she almost died. It helped bring her back. Walter didn't wish to do the same; the more human he could be, the better he felt.

As Alucard and Seras were getting ready to leave, she stopped suddenly, and turned towards Walter. She recalled the night that Alucard had turned her...

"Walter.."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Are you a virgin?!"

Out of character, Walter bellowed and shoved them out and on their way, his face red, despite being an undead creature of the night.

END