Alucard was surveying his surroundings. He was in a dingy old place, where the walls were moulding in the corners and the floor was rotted through in some spots.

The building itself felt cramped and claustrophobic, but Alucard went onwards, exploring the shadowy halls that gave way to dark rooms.

He heard heavy breathing, as if from someone badly injured. He didn't care about the person but was merely curious as to what happened.

He emerged in the darkness of the last room that his current hallway led to. The very air seemed black with darkness, but Alucard's eyes were accustomed.

Suspended in the corner was a figure he knew too well. He took in his master's appearance, and she looked very much the same as she did the day she was taken.

"Master!" he called, his voice sounding far off and distant to his own ears. Integra looked up at him for a moment, and then her eyes dropped to the floor.

Alucard hurried over to her, eager to get her out of this place. He tilted her head up towards his and their eyes met. She looked truly horrid closer up. Her eyes weren't as bright and her face was caked with blood. Her features were less sharp, and it made Alucard think that maybe she had given up.

"Are you alright, Master?" he asked. She nodded, her gaze once again straying from his own.

Alucard walked over to Integra's right, where he saw a pair of handcuffs holding her up. He looked to her left where he saw the same thing. Alucard lifted a hand and placed it on the handcuff, ready to pull her free. He was in the process of doing so when Integra's voice rang out, as powerful as ever, "Stop."

"Why, Master? I need to get you out of here!"

"Alucard, this is a dream. If you free me now I will only be free here, in your head. Don't waste your energy helping me now; find a way to do it in reality."

Alucard paused and stared at his Master with a puzzled expression on his face. She was looking at him with sympathy, and then the dream dissolved around him. Alucard let out a distressed cry.

Alucard let out a distressed cry. It all felt so real. For a moment, Alucard thought that he actually saved his master, that she would be safe. He had filled with pride, but it was all shattered when she told him that he was dreaming and helping her would do nothing.

He was starting to feel almost stupid. Actually believing that he would save Integra in his slumber, yes that was a wild one! He groped for a package of medical blood, which he drained in seconds, and threw the remains of the floor.

Alucard was disappointed with everyone else's efforts to try and recover Integra. The police had failed and even they, at Hellsing, were failing. No trace of her. No trace of the human-looking kidnapper. He was good at hiding; Alucard had to give him that. But one day he would do something reckless and there would be no more hiding for him.

There were no leads on the location of the kidnapper and murderer from the previous day's ordeal at the police station. No minor features were overlooked, no major features overlooked either. The only thing that seemed of any importance was the pentagram, drawn in blood on the wall. This human seemed to be taunting Alucard personally and that enraged him.

If he happened to see this human on the street Alucard was sure to make quick work of him. But that would set them back to square one. Because then the only way they could possibly find Integra would be gone.

Alucard wanted his Master found soon, and although sitting and stewing didn't make them come any closer to finding her (perhaps made her even farther out of their reach) he tried to be hopeful.

Hope was hard to come by, though, when dreadful thoughts waltzed freely into his mind, things like: a missing person could very well be dead. You could be chasing after a dead body or if you haven't found her already, she's gone for good.

Frequently Alucard took sentimental walks to her office, where things had gone untouched for some time. After the blown out windows were replaced, nobody except Alucard set foot there. Occasionally he would wonder if Integra was having withdrawal from her cigars. If she wasn't, that would just add to the list of things he was thankful for.

Alucard seemed like a large pit of boiling regret. How could he have let his Master go so easily? That was still the question he was asking himself.

His hatred for the human kidnapper stirred with his regret, making Alucard a time bomb. But he would only go off when his Master was safe and he was facing the human. Until then, let hate and regret mix and simmer! Let it join together in an endless, uncontrollable mass! That would only make him even more deadly, and that was hardly possible.