Chapter 11

Integra stormed through the foyer of the hotel, with Walter scurrying quickly to keep up with her. Integra had a face like thunder, and people scooted out of her way as she marched along. Walter gave them apologetic nods.

Bashing the button to the Penthouse, Integra wasted no time in scowling at the other passengers in the elevator.

"Bad day, huh?" Asked one businessman.

"Don't you dare try and empathise with me," Integra hissed, "You have no idea of the meaning of a 'bad day'."

The businessman gave a startled look, before turning and staring at the wall in a huff. On the next floor, he stomped out, and the other people shifted away from the ferocious woman.

The other people filtered out as they went up the building, until eventually they reached the Penthouse. Integra shot out of the elevator towards Alucard.

"YOU STUPID ARSE!" she screamed at Alucard, hitting him around the back of the head, "WHAT THE HELL STUNT WERE YOU TRYING TO PULL?"

Walter spotted Seras. She scampered over to the elevator, and he pressed the ground floor button.

Alucard looked at Integra with a bemused look.

"Well, I was interrupted. Apparently Dante knew that woman," Alucard purred.

"Have you ANY idea of how much trouble you've landed me in?" Integra's words escaped from a clenched jaw.

"How was I to know that it would end up being filmed?" Alucard said in a mock-innocent voice, his eyebrows shooting upwards.

"I told you not to fight him, I TOLD you to leave it until Seras was finished with Nero. Now we've had to BREAK INTO A MASSIVE NEWS CORPORATION in order to get back the FOOTAGE of YOU getting BLOWN UP."

"Well, I was-"

A ping from the elevator interrupted him, and they both swivelled around to look. Rather than see Seras and Walter, a man with a mop of brown hair which covered most of his face, clad only in black, was stood in the elevator.

"I'm afraid to have to tell you," he said in a calm voice, "But I'm here to kill you both."

Alucard scoffed, and Integra rolled her eyes. Alucard whipped out the Casull and shot him in the head, and the man crumpled onto the floor like a rag doll. Integra tilted her head towards Alucard with a disapproving look.

"See? This is exactly my point," she sighed, "Never mind finding out WHY he wants to kill us, just kill him first. That's fine."

She lit up a cigar. Alucard put his gun back. The man stood up again.

"While I'll admit that those bullets hurt, I think you'll find that they haven't left any lasting damage," he muttered, wiping himself down.

Alucard stood up and placed himself in between the man and Integra.

"Fine, I'll try it your way," he said over his shoulder to Integra, "Why have you come to kill us?" Alucard asked with little enthusiasm.

"You're not supposed to be here," the man replied with just as much emotion, "Your vampire killed one of our people, so now you're a threat and must be disposed of."

Behind Alucard, Integra chuckled.

"I don't know what kind of cult you're in, nor what your motives are," she stubbed out the cigar on the sofa, and her face turned serious, her eyebrows knitting into a frown, "But I won't allow you to put my people in danger, whether they're vampire or not,"

The man tilted his head and looked at her in a bit more interest.

"I don't believe a mortal has the right to talk about danger, or the safety of the undead."

"Excuse me," Alucard said with a small smile playing on his lips, "but how we end this conversation? I don't care much for democracy."

The man's face moved fractionally close to a smile. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pair of gloves. He put them on. Alucard nodded towards the bedroom, Integra sighed, and stalked in, shutting the door behind her.

Trish and Dante stood outside the café, which was cut off by police tape.

"…Well. This sucks," Dante sighed. "Any chance of you using your 'womanly ways'?" He asked, raising an eyebrow coyly.

"About as much chance as Patty getting a sex change," Trish replied with a grin.

Dante snorted, but the smile quickly faded as a body bag was zipped up just in front of him.

"…We really need to check out those bodies…" Trish muttered.

"Excuse me, sir? My name is Vanessa Jones. I work with the FBI. I need to see the victims," came a familiar voice behind them.

Trish and Dante span around, and Lethys was stood, brandishing an FBI badge with her face and the name she had just given on. The officer zipping up the bag squinted at the badge, before muttering under his breath and unzipping it again.

"It would be better if you looked AFTER the autopsy, but I guess I don't have much of a choice."

"Thank you."

The officer shuffled off, and Lethys gave a half grin.

"Well. Are you going to look or not?"

Dante and Trish exchanged glances, then, with a shrug, ducked under the tape, and crouched by the body.

"…He stinks," Dante grunted, looking away from it, and pinching his nose.

Trish gave a side glance, and sighed heavily.

"Yes, well that's because he's DEAD, Dante. Dead people do TEND to smell."

"From the state of his body," Lethys cut in, crouching as well, "He's been dead for a couple of days. If he'd died last night, then he'd still have rigor mortis, but look," Lethys picked up his arm and let it drop, "No stiffness."

Dante gawped at her.

"Uh, when people die, they go stiff for about 3 days or so," she muttered, standing back up and wiping her hands on her jeans.

"Well, well. Little miss scientist. I like it," Dante grinned.

Trish dug her elbow into Dante's ribs, and he wobbled on the balls of his feet, almost falling on the body.

"So, you're FBI?" Dante asked her, trying to avoid Trish's glare.

"No," Lethys said, lowering her voice, "This is a fake badge. Skylar was the one who made it me."

"Why'd he do that?"

"Well… It's not particularly easy being 'different', as you should know," Lethys quietly chuckled, her eyes staring at the floor, "So, this was my safety net, in case anyone tried to, y'know, do experiments, or abduct me or whatever… "

Dante gave a simple nod, in understanding.

Trish, who wasn't really listening, grabbed the wrist of the dead man, and lifted his arm high up.

"…His arms are rather long, don't you think?"

Lethys and Dante looked at her, and then the arm. Then back at Trish.

"Well, some people do have long arms-"

"Even so, these are really quite long. His legs too. And look," Trish pointed at his wrist, and then at his elbows, "His joints, they're bruised."

Dante and Lethys gawped at her.

"So what?" Dante asked, after a pause.

Trish sighed.

"What do you mean, so what? Go check the other victims, see if they're the same."

Alucard grinned, and pulled the trigger of the gun once more. The bullet fired out, and hit flesh.

"I do hope my little 'attempt' at democracy didn't bore you," Alucard growled happily, walking closer to the man, who was collapsed on the floor.

"Not at all," a voice behind him called out.

Alucard span around, and saw the man behind him, his just visible mouth grinning manically. Alucard glanced back down at the body on the floor, and saw Seras there, clutching at a gaping hole in her chest.

"WH- What?" He choked, lashing around back to the man, and firing off six rounds.

The six bullets landed in Integra's torso. The man laughed, from next to the fridge.

"N-no… NO!" Alucard roared.

Integra stared down at herself, watching the blood rush out, before falling to her knees, and face forwards into the ever growing puddle of her own blood on the floor. Alucard choked, before staring back at the man, his eyes wide.

"Oh dear," the man said in a monotone, though he was stilling grinning, "Your aim is a little off."

Alucard wasted no time in unlocking his power levels, and transforming into the hell hound.

The man swept his hair backwards, revealing his eyes, which were pure black, and his sockets had burn scars pulling the skin tight around his eyes, making them look as if they bulged out of his skull.

"From one hell spawn to another," he said, his voice still remaining completely level, "It generally isn't wise to go shooting people who are on your side, you know."

The hell hound snarled, and leapt at him, its teeth tearing through him with ease.

Alucard looked back at the corpse once he felt it had been sufficiently mutilated, and felt his chest tighten.

"Walter…" He half whispered, looking down at the comrade who was lying there with wide eyes, and his torso completely ripped to shreds.

"So clumsy," wafted the man's voice.

Alucard's shoulders dropped, and his eyes widened. Walter nodded, and Alucard put a bullet between his old friend's eyes.

"Well. That was nice of you, putting him out of his misery like that."

Alucard turned around. The man had disappeared.

He looked at Integra, who's once platinum blonde hair was now matted with her own blood, then to Seras, who's limp hand was rested over the hole where her heart would have been. Alucard couldn't bring himself to look at Walter again.

After moment, the sudden realisation of his freedom set in. The corner of his mouth pulled upwards. And then the laughter started. Cold, cruel, merciless laughter, which rang throughout the room, bouncing from the walls, and reverberating back on itself. His entire body racked with laughter. Bloody tears of joy seeped from his eyes, spilling down his face. His eyes glowed, and his teeth grew jagged, as he no longer had to hold himself back.

Alucard was completely free.

"Yeah, they're all the same, Miss Smart-ass. So what does it mean?" Dante asked, after a quick lap around the other bodies.

"I'm rather confused myself," Lethys mumbled, scratching her arm nervously.

Trish looked up at them both, and then back down at the corpse. She flipped it over, and pointed at it's back.

Dante and Lethys reeled back, and their jaws dropped.

"That is… Jesus, he's got a hairier back than my Dad," Lethys gabbled out, before her cheeks flared up, and she stared at the floor.

Dante looked at her.

"We went to a public swimming pool once. It was awful," she said after a moment, looking back up at him with a little smirk.

Dante snorted, before he shook his head in disbelief.

"Well, that was something I didn't want to know," he grinned back, before looking back down at the profusely hairy man.

"Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't figured it out?" Trish snapped at them.

"Er, they accidentally, brutally slit their own throat while shaving?" Dante chuckled, giving Lethys a sideways glance.

"The blade would've snapped the second it touched his hair," Lethys grinned back.

"AHEM," Trish coughed, glaring up at the pair of them.

"Sorry," Dante beamed, with zero sincerity.

Lethys looked down at her feet, still smiling.

"Now that you two are done," Trish frowned, "I think these victims are werewolves."

A couple of forensic guys turned around and gawped after hearing the word, but shrugged it off after a quick glance at Trish, who had a dark glower on her features.

"Weres?" Dante crouched down to speak to her more quietly, "You've got to be joking. As long as I've been hunting, I've not once crossed paths with a werewolf. Aren't they extinct or something?"

"If you've got a better explanation, I'm all ears."

"…Well, Lady said they were demons didn't she? Maybe this is just how these kinds of demons change when they die?"

Trish raised an eyebrow.

"You know as well as I do that if these were demons, they would have transformed into their true form to protect themselves if they were about to be murdered, and this crime scene would be swarming with government officials, trying to cover it up."

"So, Lady was wrong?"

Trish frowned.

"I don't think she was, no."

"You're talking out of your ass, Trish," Dante shook his head, "You're making less and less sense each day."

"Listen Dante, Lady has never lied, and very rarely been mistaken before, and I for a fact had heard the rumours about this place having something to do with demons, so we know that's a fact,"

"Right, but you just said that these are Weres, so-"

"They changed," Lethys cut in.

Dante looked up at her, and Trish nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I think. Somehow, the were demons changed into Weres."

Dante gawped at each of them in turn.

"Okay, now you really are talking out of your ass. Nice as your ass is, it doesn't talk sense," Dante half sighed, half laughed.

"No, it makes sense to me," Lethys crouched down too. "If we know they were demons, and now they're Weres, there's no other explanation than that they have changed."

"But that's… That's not possible."

"It has to be," Trish said in a tone that made it clear that the debate was over. "Now, we have to find out who did this, and fast. If they catch wind of what we're doing, we're all in danger."

"Well, isn't it possible the demons got sick of doing their demon shit and turned into Weres to kill themselves?"

"No," Trish said, "Look." She picked up a knife, covered in blood, in an evidence bag. "The handle, it's crushed."

"Right, and...?"

"Well, it means whoever stabbed them with the knife had a lot of strength, but not much control over it. Were's aren't as strong as demons, so if a demon had turned into a were, it would find itself weaker, and therefore still have control over its strength. If a were turned into a demon… Do you see where I'm going?"

"…They made themselves into demons. Right. So, they can swap people's, er, supernatural shit?" Dante raised his eyebrows.

"Looks like," Trish sighed.

"Oh dear… That's never good," Lethys said solemnly.

Seras was sat with Walter in the foyer, in a shaded bit near the back, on one of the couches.

"Do you think the Round Table are going to punish Integra?" Seras asked timidly.

"I suppose so. Though, I think Alucard's going to get it a lot worse," he smiled, taking a sip of his tea.

Seras sighed.

"Y'know, Dante was really quite nice." She sighed, stirring her own cup.

Walter gave her a half glare.

"Miss Victoria, there is still a possibility that he's dangerous. He is a demon after all. He could have just tricked Nero."

"Like Alucard does with most people he's ever met, before killing them?" She snapped, and then found herself half choking.

Walter stared at her.

"Um… I'm sorry. I think I'm just tired. I'm just going to freshen up a bit," she said quietly, scurrying off to the bathroom.

Walter shook his head, and then felt his phone vibrate in his waistcoat pocket.

"Yes, Integra?" He instantly answered, putting his cup down.

He stood still for a moment, before his face contorted with shock.

"Yes Sir, I'll be up right away."

Hastily, he scrawled a message for Seras on a napkin on a table, and rushed into the elevator, and up to the penthouse.

When he reached the penthouse, Walter saw Integra leaning over Alucard, who was passed out and shaking violently on the sofa, like he was having some sort of fit.

"Walter, quick, there's some blood packs in my suitcase. Grab some. He might be reacting to a loss of blood."

Walter frowned, but did as he was told. With the grace and speed which was not often seen in men of his age, he fished out several blood packs, and rushed over to Alucard, who Integra was desperately trying to keep still, her hands gripping his arms with all of her might. Though, Alucard's strength, even in unconsciousness, was far superior to her own, and he continued to writhe and snarl.

Walter tore them open, and the blood poured over Alucard, mostly on his face, rather than his mouth. It made no difference however, as the blood soaked into his skin. After a moment, the writhing seemed to stop, and he settled, his face calming, and giving him the look of one who was sleeping.

"What happened, Sir?" Walter asked, after a moment to make sure he wasn't about to start again.

"I don't really know. I was shouting at him, as I have every right to do, when all of a sudden he turned and stared at the elevator. There was nothing there, and I called his name, but he wouldn't listen." Integra sighed. "Then he turned to look at me, and he looked… He looked so smug, like he'd just won something, like he was triumphant in some way. And then that was when he collapsed." She laughed, "You have no idea how difficult it was, dragging him onto the sofa. He's a heavy bastard."

Walter give a smile.

"Well, I'm afraid Sir that this doesn't sound like a side effect of blood loss to me. Obviously, that was a factor, but I don't believe that's the real root of this."

"That what is, Walter?" Integra asked, her voice a fraction quieter than normal.

Walter shook his head.

"That I can't say, Sir."

Seras nodded with a smile to the cleaner, as he chucked the used napkins and teabags into the bin, and took the cups away. She looked around for Walter, but her was nowhere to be seen.

"Ah, hello little lady," a liquid smooth voice dripped behind her.

She craned her head around, and looked at the man. He looked about thirty, with his brown hair practically ripping the skin of his face off, it was pulled so tightly back into a ponytail. He was wearing large black sunglasses, and a thick coat which covered most of him.

'Jeez, he looks like a cheap rip off of Master,' Seras thought, trying her hardest to keep a straight face.

"Can I help you?" Her voice cracked with the effort of suppressing a laugh.

The man tilted his head ever so slightly, then shook it.

"Yes, you may. I need you to come with me somewhere."

"Somewhere is awfully vague," Seras said with a smile which was desperately trying to hold back a snigger.

The man grinned a toothy grin, then pulled his glasses down, revealing blood red eyes.

"I have your friend, Walter. If you don't come with me, I'll chew through him like a rag."

Seras froze, and looked at the man with wide eyes. She looked down, and then back up at him. She tried to send a message to her master with her mind. She didn't know how, exactly, but hell, it was worth a shot.

"Ah, ah, ah," the man growled, waggling a finger, "Don't do that. Would want me to make your master watch as I destroy his old friend, would you?"

Seras growled under her breath, but nodded, cutting off the mental tie.

"Good girl. We'll be leaving through the underground car park. Neither of us would benefit from going outside on such a glorious day as this."

Holding his arm to the side, he gestured for Seras to walk towards the door to the car park. Stiffly, she made her way towards it, being closely stalked by the vampire.

Once they reached the car park, Seras glanced around.

"So…? What now?" She asked, her voice acidic and her face scowling.

"You get in there," he rumbled, pointing to the boot of a large Buick, which was black, and polished so clear you could see your face in it.

Seras hesitated, but eventually clambered in, hissing as she realised the inside was lined with silver. The pain was unbearable, searing into her flesh. She stifled a scream, feeling the pain overpower her, and all too soon, her vision faded, and she let the darkness wash over her.

Lady was irritated. Her arm itched where the IV was. She couldn't take it out though. If she didn't have the blood pumping down the tube and into her body, then chances were that she would be turned. To die after being drained by a vampire would do that to you, her internal voice warned.

She didn't like that internal voice. It spoke harsh truths.

Closing her eyes, she let her consciousness fade somewhat, hoping to dull the pain in her neck, and suppress the horrible feeling which spread through her body; her veins pleading to be filled.

She shivered unexpectedly, waking her from her drowsy state. Burying her head further under the thin sheet, she attempted to fall back into semi consciousness. A finger pulling the sheet back down woke her up pretty damn fast.

Alucard was looming over her.

Scrambling in an attempt to get away, Lady was quickly pinned down by Alucard's iron grip. He smirked wickedly, so close to her face. He slid his leg between her legs and pinned her arms to her sides, and she was unable to get out from under him.

"I have to say, I am rather shocked that you're still alive, girl," he breathed, in her ear.

"Fuck you!" Lady spat, her face a throng of lines and fury, as she lurched to try and displace him.

Alucard let his full weight rest on Lady. Her chest was crushed, and she could barely breathe.

"Get." Lady spluttered. "Get off me," she wheezed.

Alucard watched her. Though she was strong for a human, she still writhed pathetically underneath him. Struggling to keep them back desperately, she was unable to hold back furious tears.

"I hate you," she cried, spitting the words, turning her face away from him.

"I know," he said softly. "But I'm here to change that."

Lady lashed her head back to him, eyes wide.

"…No."

"Yes," Alucard uttered, his voice emotionless. "You know what I'm going to do."

Lady shook her head, beating his arms with her curled up fists.

"I don't want to die," she murmured, in a small, quiet voice.

"Neither did I," Alucard assured, bowing his head to her neck.

Lady carried on writhing, even as Alucard's fangs tore into her fragile skin.

'This time, I'll drain you completely,' floated Alucard's voice in her mind. 'You'll be mine forever. Mine to drink from when I see fit. Mine to pleasure or torture as I wish. Mine to set against those you once loved. You'll be all mine.'

Lady let out a choked sob, feeling the life drain out of her once again, unable to fight back.

'Oh yes, Mary. I have a lot in store for you.'

A/N;;

Dear GOD how long have you been waiting for this?

Too long, I suppose :|

Let me explain; I started this entire fan fiction with very, very little planned. I had no plot in mind and it was all just done on the fly. Then a couple of chapters in I got a little bit of a plan, so I found it easier to write. Then I forgot everything, so it was hell again. I finally managed to remember the whole plan and whatnot, so here you are XD

Also, I have word again, rather than shitty Microsoft works, so I'm feeling more of a writing groove.

It's safe to say I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but from now on there's gunna be more actual character mixing, and the plot will actually do something.

god I suck at plotlines. really. It's dire.I prefer to right random, unlinked events. Nevermind. Hopefully you'll bear with me :B

I HAVEN'T PROOF READ THIS PROPERLY YET, but I have to leave in ten minutes for a statistics exam. I've done no revision. FML.

I'll check it when I get back. Don't be hatin'.

[e] well, it's been kind of proof read xD And the exam went horribly. So all in all,

actually, I don't know how to finish that sentence.

In other news, the first 9 chapters I wrote on my old computer, which is currently in a dreadful state of being shit, and so I've had to download them onto my iPod.

MY WRITING WAS TERRIBLE AT THE BEGINNING, WHAT IS THIS?

Let me know in reviews or PMs if you want me to rewrite them.

Oh, and I love anyone who reviews. I shall bear your children or something.

(And as a side note, new fandoms of mine include : The Vampire Diaries, Hollywood Undead (They're so flossy :'D and if you get that reference, I'll also bear your children) The Forbidden Game and assassin's creed. Leonardo is just lovely (:B )

Thank you ever so much for reading, and reviews literally make me all warm and fuzzy inside :B