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Arianna rose from her coven of a coffin, her keen eyes scanning the dark Hellsing basement of Alucard. Anger could be seen perfectly on her face. This was a time where a mortal would sweat out their frantic emergencies. But she knew better, she was the new queen of the damned, and she would not tolerate foolish nature such at that. However, there was no mistaking the tremble of her limbs, as she stood there catching her breath. How dare any one intrude on her memories, and toy with them? Her fists clenched, and she ran her tongue across her teeth. Never had she been angered so boldly before. Pink tinted lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes narrowed, and seconds later her black-bladed sword was tightly clutched in her black-gloved hand. Her gun was securely strapped on her waist, begging to bring blood to her enemies, and she was more than willing to grant its wish.

Now, the dark basement lay empty the only thing heard was the echoing sound of metal heeled boots. Arianna held a smirk on her flawless face as she patiently stepped down the halls. Yet, anyone could tell something was off. Her usual bright yellow pupils fight helplessly against the invading red, the outcome a scarlet orange. She gently hummed a tune, a legendary tune, which was said to bring death upon others, a tune from the underworld that was said to drown any of its listeners in hell…repeatedly.

A malicious smile crept upon the face of the Draculina as she stared at her new opponent. She recognized him to be the head of the Hellsing military unit. His emotionless expression stared past her into nothing, and she knew he was not himself. He was not the one to take her anger upon, but he was in her way, wasn't he? She grinned at her newfound discovery. She was going to have a little fun.

"If you want to live, get out of my way." He didn't reply, nor did any emotion bank on his face. She sighed, before swiftly pulling out her sword and directing the weapon toward the poor old man. "Fine, so be it, dog of Integra. You're mine!"

A familiar female voice increased the grin on Alucard's face. The draculina, his draculina, was awake and feisty, at that, the battle had just begun. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes and saw the vampire queen in her normal attired. However, the usual feline expression was replaced with a sinister evil he'd never seen from her. Yet, he knew this was just a little piece of what could be done, and he wanted more. His attention finally caught on her scarlet pupils, her skin still the painted white of the moon. As he focused on her beautiful skin, an unintentional growl left the sadomasochistic vampire, as he stared at the new fresh cut on her cheek. Now it was his time, he yearned to taste her blood, to run his tongue down the wound to her jawline, and down to her neck, where he would regard the smooth skin with utter care. He needed to pull himself away from this.

Instantly, he snapped his eyes open, to see Incognito staring him down with an expressionless face, but curious eyes.

"You care about the vampire." Alucard laughed, throwing his head back, his midnight locks following the action, soothing running across his cheek, as he simultaneously pulled his jackal from under his crimson coat.

"She is a loveless queen. A bone in the fire, any man would beware of her, and unless they neither feared for their lives, nor would they behold such feelings for such an emotionless creature." Incognito slightly cocked his head.

"I agree with your statement. Man, but you did not excuse your kind from the matter." Alucard's grin fell, but his smirk did not.

"This is foolish. Let me show you how real vampires do battle!" He yelled.

"We are different. That difference being I have a master, you do not." Without another minute to waste, an exploding shot was fired through Alucard's abdomen, but his dark chuckle could still be heard.

A drop of red blood glistened in the midnight moonlight as the liquid glided down the pale white cheek of Seras Victoria. Her bright red pupils gleamed in shock as a sharp line of thread floated by the fledgling's presence. Her eyes left the wound and now focused on a man she could call friend, the Hellsing butler.

"You will not interrupt sir Integra." She gaped at the old man, maybe this job really was becoming too much for him. Has he lost his mind? Seras thought as she dodged another of his deadly weapons.

Blue eyes glared in utter hatred as the bloodsucking vampire in sight. Hate, anger, and panic had overcome her. Disgusting, pitiful, unworthy—the words rang throughout her mind. 'How dare this creature of the dead and hate lay her impure fangs upon my blessed skin?" Integra mentally shouted. This was by far the most horrifying thing of her life. She was stupid, a fool to let this vampire inside her home. Her sister? Ha! How did she not know? She was the last heir to the Hellsing throne, she didn't have a sister. Now look where it had gotten her. She was trapped in her office, fangs ripped into her neck. This was the price she pain for her stupidity.

Integra fisted her hands, and pushed the vampire off her. She watched as the creature stood, smirking in victory. The fall of Hellsing would be her fault. Just as the vampire was about to come any closer, she froze, and turned to have to bullets go through her body, and explode turning her into a pile of ash. Integra knew the sound of those boots. Her employers, Alucard, Arianna, Walter, Victoria, even Commander Ferguson, and now they all had to see her like this. She would rue this day forever. Arianna's yellow eyes stared back at her, as if silently asking what she would do now.

"Miss Hellsing!" Victoria ran at her, hoping to cure the pain, but she already knew nothing would.

"Stay back!...I will not allow myself to become impure. Not like this!" Without hesitation, Integra swiftly grabbed the dagger which lie upon the table and stabbed herself in the neck.

Arianna stared emotionlessly at the Hellsing Heir before her. The tiled floors below her feet were now splayed with the rotten smell of blood. The liquid seemed to engulf the heiress as it quickly pooled around her body, soaking her clothes, and staining them with red. Her platinum blonde locks lay on the floor as well, seeming to breathe in the horrid blood. It was this time, that Walter and Victoria moved, getting her out of the room leaving her there to stare at the blood stained floor. With a growl, Arianna turned, around, ready to walk out the door, and pay them a visit, but her wrist was tightly held in place. She turned giving a threating glare toward Alucard who merely grinned.

Swiftly and roughly, he pulled her toward him, and wrapped his arms her, securing her. Gently, he placed his lips upon her neck tracing them all the way up to her would where he licked the blood from her face. She didn't move, but even in his arms, he could feel her trembling, and the action bothered him greatly.

"What bothers you, pet?" She took a quick inhale of breath, as she realized what she was doing, and gently pulled away an inch or two from him, and looked away, her magenta fringe covering her eyes held with chock, and her magenta locks covering her face. This was embarrassing her, he could tell, but he liked the idea of the strong and graceful draculina falling to a mess of pieces in his arms. It something she did only around him, and he enjoyed the show.

"A dream. About my mother and my younger brother. The day of her death, someone toyed with my memories." Alucard raised an eyebrow in interest, but from a quick peek of mind, he knew she didn't want to talk about it, so he would not ask. All he did was hold her, until she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Alucard found himself willing to help her with her goal. Kill the Pope—who knows, maybe he'll have one last rematch with the Priest, and this time, he would win.