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A Hellsing Fanfiction
By Lady Hito
Chapter Twelve

Alucard paced the room, awaiting orders from Integra. He could smell an Anderson was on the premises, and he was sure that it was the girl, Liz. As much as he hated to admit it, the damned priest would never be caught so easily. But the vampire hoped to be the one to interrogate the girl. It would give him something to do, aside from annoying his master to no end. He smirked at the thought.

At last, the long awaited knock came at his door, and Walter informed him of his little assignment. He wasn't allowed to even touch the human, but the questions could be asked as hostilely as he wanted.

It was really too bad he couldn't use torture, though.

Liz was thrown into a rather uncomfortable wooden chair. She would give almost anything to be back in that log cabin with that cursed old woman, sitting in the comfort of the armchair, rather than sit in what she felt was a very confined space, on a hard wooden chair. She could not see, because of the bag that was put over her head. However, that bag was promptly removed, and she found herself faced with a bright white light.

She groaned in displeasure, squeezing her eyes shut and turning away. "Turn it off…" She muttered, her voice hoarse.

"I see you're not fond of the light. Neither am I."

The light clicked off, and Liz slowly opened her eyes to darkness. Her eyes could not adjust immediately to the bleak darkness of the room.

The voice had belonged to none other than that goddamned vampire, that undead creature that called itself the No Life King, that disgusting monster.

"Alucard." She hissed through clenched teeth.

He chuckled in response. "Very crafty nicknames, I must say."

"What the hell do you and that damn bitch want?" She glared at him, not bothering to respond to the fact that he had been reading her thoughts.

His chuckling ceased. "No one gets to call my master that." He snarled. "Especially not you damn Andersons."

Liz bit back a smart remark. It was not a good idea to piss off a vampire, especially the one standing somewhere in front of her. Though she hated to admit it, Alucard was powerful—he could easily snap her neck. Not to mention, she wouldn't even be able to see it coming in the dark, her eyes not yet fully adjusted to it.

"You'd better watch what you say, human."

Liz shrieked upon feeling his breath in her ear. "Get away from me!"

The last remark made him chuckle.

Alucard! Your orders were to stay on the other side of the table. Integra reminded the vampire through their telepathic connection. Get away from the girl.

Alucard scowled in the darkness, but he obeyed nonetheless.

You're lucky I haven't already ripped you to pieces. He growled into Liz's mind, emitting a slight whimper from her.

They arrived at the front of the manor at last. Seras attempted to peer through the black tinted window without touching the suited man on that side, but could not find a way of doing so. Eventually, she gave up and settled back in her seat.

"So is this the place?" She asked.

There was a pause before one of the men answered.

"Yes."

"Why are we here?"

Another pause before an answer came.

"Sir Integra will answer your questions."

They're rather anti-social. Seras quietly thought to herself as they pulled to a stop.

Stepping out, she finally was able to glimpse the large manor. It was very wide, taking up much land, and looked to be around two, maybe three stories high. It didn't quite resemble her or Clarissa's estate, but could've been built by the same person.

She was quickly ushered out of the car and into the manor, with no time to ask where she was being taken, and to whom she was being taken to.

Once inside, she was led down to the basement floors, where a woman not much older than herself greeted them.

The woman had long waist-length ash-blonde hair and icy blue eyes. She wore a green suit with a cerulean tie. A cigar was held between two of her fingers, the smoke curving up into the air like string confetti.

"Sir." The two men that had come with Seras saluted the woman.

She dismissed them with a wave of her cigar-free hand. "I'll handle it from here."

Seras recognized her voice as the one that had spoken to her over the phone. Her voice was slightly deeper in person, and Seras wondered why she wore a suit and was referred to as 'sir.'

The woman, whom Seras now guessed was the Sir Integra the two men had referred to in the car, regarded her with her cold eyes. Seras thought she saw a hint of disapproval in reflected in her glasses, but dismissed the thought as she remembered all the questions she had.

However, before she could even open her mouth to utter a word, Integra cut her off. "Follow me." She turned and began a leisurely walk, as if not in a hurry at all, though her stiff form told Seras that she was.

Seras hesitantly followed. "Umm…why am I here?"

"You'll see." Integra led her further down the dim corridor, finally coming to a halt at the end. She opened the door and walked through, not bothering to hold it open for her…guest.

Once inside, the door shut with a dull thud. It wasn't a large room. Big enough to fit a small cot in, but not large enough for a full-sized bed. It had a very old and musty feeling to it. All it contained was a small table and a chair, in which a somewhat familiar figure sat. On the table sat a small desktop lamp, its light casting a dim glow about the room.

"Recognize her?" Integra asked.

Seras slowly shook her head.

"Pull her closer to the light." Integra ordered.

The figure was yanked out of her chair by another tall silhouette and brought up to the light, which Integra had turned to an even lower setting.

Seras drew in a breath. It was Liz.

A lazy grin crossed Integra's features. "Shall I let you two catch up?"

"What do you want with me?" Seras spun toward the woman.

"Why don't I let your master tell you?" Integra motioned toward the figure that held Liz.

Seras whirled around and now faced Alucard. "You." She angrily hissed. Before she could say anything else, Alucard's voice entered her mind.

Before you begin to insult the young Hellsing, she used to be your master, too.

Seras' eyes widened, and she was unsure how to respond. Should she speak, or try to think it to him?

Thinking will do just fine.

She clenched her teeth. What the hell are you?

She could almost sense his grin. A vampire, of course. Shouldn't you know that by now, Police Girl?

Seras took a step back. But vampires don't exist.

Who's to say they don't? You used to be one, too.

"No!" She cried, backing up against the wall. "I am not like you!"

It's too bad you took that damn potion. You would've made a beautiful No Life Queen.

All of a sudden, she could remember the taste of blood, how she had eventually drank it out of her own will. Every detail—the smell of it, how delicious she had thought it was…

"Stop it!" She shrieked, yanking the door open and dashing out of the room.

No…I'm not like him. Never…