A/N: To avoid confusion, Sal only knows about the anime and Tony never told her about the millennium-trio and such. People who've read the manga will probably not agree with me on the London/Vatican- thing. Chapter eleven

Integra Wingates Hellsing had always been a strong-minded woman. So the idea of Walter not listening to what she had said to him when they had talked, had never even crossed her mind. Walter made sure that she never noticed him to be elsewhere then she expected him to be. But is wasn't easy.

Sal, on the other hand, had become very fixed on getting back home. She didn't trust Alucard, and Integra wasn't being very supportive either.

The only person she would really miss, was Walter. She liked him, a lot. The way they could talk about everything. There just was this difference between Walter and her friends. And it wasn't just age and gender. Walter had something. That was the best way she could find to explain it.

A while ago, she and Walter had discussed why there was nothing outside of London or the Vatican. Walter had lifted an eyebrow, and answered that he hadn't even noticed. He never travelled outside of London now. They considered this for a while, then began to do more research. They found out, that none of the atlases ever showed more than said areas. It was very strange. Holding atlas with two hundred pages, and finding 98 percent of them to be empty. Like nothing existed outside of the world described in Hellsing. Walter, who had never given this any thought, was getting very confused. He knew that, somehow there was more than just those two areas, yet he could never remember hearing anything about them, or having ever been there (though, of course, had has at least been in Germany, kicking Nazi-butt, but somehow Germany wasn't on the map either). Sal, who had actually been to France, thought it was even weirder. Somehow, this just didn't fit.

There were more oddities, like the dreams. She had been having them more frequent now. At least once every two nights, she was floating in some strange fluid screaming her lungs out. Last time, she thought she saw someone she new. Could this be Dot? How strange. She had never dreamed about Dot before. But then again, she'd never dreamed about floating around in fluid either. Strange things were stirring, and she couldn't place her finger on it, but somehow something here was changing. Dreams, and a home that simply wasn't there. Could things be any more vague?

Walter was standing in the kitchen, as usual, preparing dinner. Peacefully cutting vegetables, humming some tune.

'Hello, Alucard.' The servant said, as the vampire's head came floating through the sealing behind him.

'You still have your instincts, old friend.' Alucard responded, as the rest of him poured out of the sealing. He turned round, and softly landed on his feet. 'So, how's your protégée? I do hope we're still good friends?' He sounded sincere, but the smirk betrayed him. As it usually did.

'She's fine, thank you, Alucard. It's so nice of you to care. But then again, you like her too, don't you?' Walter said, matter-of-factly.

'Hmmm,' The vampire murmured, and licked his lips. 'I do, I do. Such a nice, cherry-flavoured young woman. And so… untouched. Virginity is a virtue.'

The cutting ceased.

'Did you want to turn her, Alucard?'

A short pause.

'I certainly would have considered it. In fact, I think I would've bitten her, turned her and then taken her. Yes, I like that order. Let's keep it that way. Besides, it would be more fun. I wonder how she would react to being a vampire. Not like Seras, I'm sure. She would bare her new self with pride. She would stand up and show the people what kind of woman she could be. They would admire her, revere her, worship her…'

'Sounds to me like Integra with fangs.' Always nice to have a Walter around to kick your brain back into reality. The vampire shook his head in denial.

'No, old man. This is different.'

'How so? You admire strength, and willpower. They both have that. They're both young. Be honest with me Alucard. If you had the choice, wouldn't you rather turn your master?' Walter spoke this last word with a bit of contempt. He knew Alucard didn't like to serve humans. He just found it, entertaining. At least, for now. He hadn't seriously fought the bonds yet, but Walter knew it wouldn't take much longer before things reached the boiling-point. Alucard was dangerous when he was really mad, Walter knew this. Yet he just provoked him. Maybe he, too, was getting careless. Maybe this was something inevitable.

Alucard had not responded. He stood still, and seemed to be very busy thinking. Walter continued chopping vegetables.