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I've been working on this bit by bit during my breaks, then got off work way early today so I finally had the energy to sit down and finish it up and get the editing done. Now I hope I got all the mistakes out, but there's always a word here and there I miss no matter how many times I go over it...

Walter looks away from the carnage to the young woman in his arms. If not for the stake she would have appeared to just be sleeping. Like this she looked like the same sweet girl Alucard had brought to Hellsing, but he knew what happened here tonight was going to change everything. With a sigh he stands up with her and heads to the truck. Dawn was only a few hours away and with her in this condition even the smallest bit of sunlight could prove fatal. He needed to get her tucked away and on that plane as soon as possible. He gently lays her down in the bed of the truck and tucks the dusty tarp around her.

All he could find in what little time he had was a crate and it wasn't the best fit, it would do do till they reached the states. Assuming no one tried to check the crate.

"Hey Dolneaz!"

Walter raises an eyebrow and turns to scan the crowd for the source of the voice. It was familiar, but he couldn't remember who the voice belonged to. He didn't have to wonder long. One of the Wild Geese pushes through the crowd and walks up to Walter with a wide grin.

"Integra called and said Seras needed some help getting out if here. Kinda creepy how that woman still manages to know where we are all the time..."

Each of the mercenaries had been implanted with a tracking chip during their physical, but Walter wasn't going to tell them that. It was far more amusing letting them think Integra was using some sort of black magic to do it.

"So uh, where is Seras?"

The man's eyes grow wide when Walter points to the crate.

"What the hell, man?!"

"Do you have a plane?" Walter wheels the cart around when the man nods, "Then shut up already and lead the way."

The man did a fair bit of grumbling about the cranky butler, but he could have cared less. He just wanted to get Seras somewhere safe and his manners went out the same window with his patience some time ago.

With the crate strapped down Walter takes his seat on the bench. He had hoped no questions would be asked, but he should have known better. The Wild Geese had fallen in love with Seras almost instantly so of course they were concerned and a little irate with him.

"We're on the damn plane now why do you have Seras crammed in a crate?"

Walter sighs and leans back against the wall of the plane, "A mission went bad and that's all you need to know. She'll be fine, I just need to get her somewhere safe."

"Bullshit! We get called in to help your sorry ass so you tell us what the hell went down."

"I'll say it one more time. You are paid transport right now and nothing else, end of discussion. Keep pressing the matter and I won't have any qualms in confiscating the plane and leaving your bodies scattered over the ocean for the sharks to eat."

He was pretty sure Seras would never forgive him if he did do such a thing, but thankfully the merc wasn't willing to call his bluff and the newer recruits had no idea what was going on. He just wanted this nightmare to end...without the only person he had ever really loved having to be destroyed.

It was well into the middle of the night when the plane landed on American soil. This wasn't something he had been looking forward to, unlike Seras. She had been so excited about seeing a new place, he could see it in her smile. It was no surprise that Integra was ringing his cellphone as soon as the precious cargo was unloaded.

"Sir?"

"No bullshit this time, Walter. What the hell has happened?"

He stares at the crate for a moment before answering, "What was done to those vampires we found was done to Seras only it wasn't finished."

"We should be able to fix the damage done."

"It's changed her. Any human at the compound that wasn't a virgin was turned into a ghoul."

The line was silent for a moment before Integra finally spoke up, "Any vampire than goes rogue is to be-"

"Put down, I know, but this isn't the organization anymore and you're one of them now. Seras would never do something like that in her right mind, you know that."

Integra frowns slightly. He made a very valid point and one she couldn't ignore. Even if she was still in control of the organization she seriously doubted she would be able to kill the girl. She closes her eyes as she reaches up to pinch the bridge of her nose for a moment. Things weren't so black and white anymore, they hadn't been since the attack on London.

"You know where to go. We'll do what we can to fix this mess."

Walter lets out a relieved sigh as the line goes dead. The nightmare wasn't over, but at least he wouldn't be faced with choosing between Seras or Integra. Pushing the thought aside he digs a change of clothes and a small leather bag from his duffle bag. He couldn't shapeshift but he was well accustomed to changing his appearance for a mission. It had just been a good many years since he'd had to do such a thing. One thing he refused to do was cut his hair, instead he merely tucks it under the ballcap. it would do for now since all he needed to do was rent a truck.

You would think it would be easy to rent a truck, but apparently he was asking for the impossible. Walter had a great deal of patience normally, but this fat sneering little man behind the desk was wearing it thin. The fool thought that just because he was a foreigner he'd get away with the ridiculous price he was asking.

"You don't have a truck, fine, but at least offer something better than that tiny piece of shit you're trying to shove off on me!"

"I'll have you know that's one of our...finest cars..."

The look the British man shot him left him stumbling over his words. He cheated foreigners like this daily, it had become a fine art! This man wasn't falling for it and he was starting to feel like a sheep with the wolf closing in. Straightening his tie to try and cover his blunder he speaks up again.

"Fine, if you don't care about a rough drive I have an old clunker with plenty of trunk space." He lays the form on the desk in front of Walter.

The information Walter gave was false, but it would get through all the checks needed. This wasn't a lifestyle he missed and hat house by the lake was looking more and more appealing as the day drags on.

Ten minutes later and he was back at the backwoods landing strip the mercs had used. You would think they were guarding the Queen's jewels with all the guns surrounding the crate.

"That don't look like a truck..."

Walter sighs as he climbs out of the car, "Thank you for stating the obvious. I'll just have to put her in the trunk."

With that change in plans he was going to have to explain what was going on with Seras. He wanted to avoid as much trouble as possible, but it would also give the sun more time to go down.

"I need you men to not overreact, what was done to Seras was the only option I had and she can recover from it."

The confused looks didn't last long once Walter pried open the lid of the crate. For a few seconds he was left wondering if he was going to have to butcher a bunch of pretty much innocent men.

"Wha..what the hell?! You the one that cut on her too?!"

Walter shakes his head slightly, "No, that was done by the Iscariots. It drove her mad. The stake is keeping her incapacitated, but left there too long it could kill her."

That was all he needed to say. The men that had survived the attack on the mansion launch into action and carefully lift the injured draculina from the crate. It amazed him how the girl could have such an impact on people. With Seras safely tucked away in the trunk he bid the mercs goodbye and promised to let them know how Seras was doing. He still had a good bit of traveling to do before reaching their new home.

Bad things happen in threes or so he had been told as a boy. Being forced away from their home was the first. The incident with Seras being the second. Now the blue lights flashing in his rear view mirror had to be third. He pulls over to the side of the road and it wasn't long before a pudgy officer sidles up beside his window.

"Hey buddy, know you got a taillight out?"

It was all he could do to keep from cursing. Of all the blasted things to get him noticed and it was a busted taillight!

"No sir, I didn't. It's a rental."

Movement in his side mirror catches his attention. There was a second cop and he was starting to get a sinking feeling there was more to this stop than just his taillight.

"We've had a couple calls about a car like this. Where you from, son?"

For once couldn't he be wrong about a situation?! The name made his fingers on the steering wheel twitch. Son? Really? If only they knew.

"Britain."

"So we got a brit in a car we've had two calls about already...something ain't adding up here very well is it?"

He was only half listening to the cop. His attention was focused on the one poking around the trunk of the car.

"Got something hid back there?" The cop at his window sneers.

"Of course not."

"Then you won't mind opening it and letting us have a look then."

"Not without a warrant."

The cops face turned an alarming shade of red, "Get out of the car!"

"Why? I only have a broken taillight. Just give me my ticket so I can be on my way."

"Get out of the damn car now!"

Walter sighs and does as he's told. Another moment finds him face down on the car hood. He squirms slightly to check the cop's grip which gets him barked at to hold still. If needed he knew he could break free. Strength wasn't really his strong suit, but after being at the mercy of a rather playful draculina a normal human just felt weak.

Soon as he hears the trunk pop open he knew any hope he had of getting by with just a ticket was over. Not that getting a bit mouthy had helped him any.

"Jesus! He-he's got a dead girl in here!"

"Don't touch her!" Walter growls.

The cop holding him down makes the mistake of leaning over him to use his weight to hold him down. Walter tosses his head back and connects with the other man's face with a wet crunch. The cop falls back with a howl of pain and before his partner has time to draw his gun Walter's behind him, snapping the man's neck. He pulls the dead man's gun from the holster and walks over to the cop still on the ground holding his bloody face.

It was just suppose to be some easy money! Track the GPS in the rental car, pull the guy over, plant some drugs in the trunk to get him arrested then go collect their pay from the renter. How had things gone so wrong?!

"Who the hell are you?!"

A grin slowly spreads across the man's face as he levels the gun at him, "The angel of death."

The flare from the pistol is the last thing he sees before the bullet tears through his skull.

Walter watches the cars burn from the safety of the nearby woods while Seras lays peacefully on a bed of leaves nearby. It felt like this roller coaster ride from hell was finally over...well, still one last thing he needed to do. He pulls his cellphone from his pants pocket and dials Integra's number.

It was only two rings before Integra answered but felt like an eternity had gone by.

"There was a complication."

"Tell me that complication has nothing to do about the explosion I just heard about over the scanner."

"It does. We were stopped by the cops...I killed them."

Integra sighs, "I'm starting to think facing off against the council would have been less stressful at this point. I don't care about the details now, Alucard is on his way to fetch Seras since he can sense where she is now. Be careful until then."

It didn't take long before the air around them turned frigid and Walter could see the red tinted shadows slithering between the trees to pool at Seras side. The shadows form into the ancient vampire who reaches out to gently gather the wounded creature into his arms.

"Love is a strange thing and honestly I don't think anyone truly appreciates it until they've spent endless years walking this earth alone...and seems to sneak up on you out of no where."

Walter had only lived one lifetime, but he knew well what the vampire meant. All those years he had never loved, besides the love he had for the young Hellsing. She was a daughter to him, much like the draculina was to Alucard. Seras on the other hand had become his reason for living. He wondered for a moment if that was the reason he hadn't killed himself to keep millennium from using him against the others since he knew what they were going to do to him. A new lease on life. It was a bit of a disturbing thought, but it didn't really matter at this point. He and Alucard both chose the paths they were on now because of their love for those two women.

"Do you think Integra will be able to help her?" He asks.

Alucard looks at the girl in his arms for a moment then smiles slightly, "I know Integra won't give up trying. She cares a lot more for Seras than she'll ever admit."

"Just get her to safety."

He doesn't bother looking back as he takes off at a sprint through the woods. He knew she'd be safe now.