Day 5, 2:15 pm; 11:31 pm.

"How could you, of all people, have been so rash?" Integra was standing behind her desk, blue eyes staring out from behind glasses at the Vampire, anger laced within her words and demeanor. "An entire building of Vampires and ghouls just vanished? In what amount of time? How long were you out there with that Vatican assassin!"

Knowing very well how angry the woman was, Alucard decided not to speak out of term, and to keep his tongue clean of sarcasm. "Master, I was not out there for long. Jackal did his job though, and I believe that obstacle is out of our way." Turning, the Vampire set those red eyes upon the strawberry blonde by the door. "She is useless though. I found her," he continued as he turned back to Integra, "unable to even—

"This is not about her, Alucard. This is about your letting down the whole Hellsing Organization. If I had not had the confidence in you that I had, I would have sent soldiers to do what you did not accomplish." Sitting down once more, the woman opened her cigar box to pull one out, her gaze set upon Alucard. "I have told you many times not to bother with Paladin Alexander Anderson, and this is why. I forbid you from fighting with him. Now go."

Leaning his head back some, Alucard did not let his gaze falter from the woman he called Master, a defiant look in his eyes. "Whatever you say, Sir Integra Wingates Hellsing." And then he was gone, pivoting to head out of the room, not even bothering to open the doors to leave. Seras looked to Integra, then at the door, before pulling it open and heading out, calling for her Master as she followed him.

"It will be a miracle if he listens," the woman huffed, pulling out a matchbook in order to light her cigar. Turning in her chair, she looked out the windows, towards the sky. "Walter, could you gather the leader of the mercenaries for me?"


"Father?" The innocent eyes of one of the orphans looked up, curiously. "I had a bad dream. . ." As the boy peered into the room, toes curled and one foot rubbed the other, he nervous from the nightmare. He was one of the younger boys, one picked on by the others, but trusting of the priests who took care of the orphans. And a smile lit his face as Father Anderson stood, a kind smile on his face.

"Dreams are nothing to be afraid of, my child." The blonde neared the door to his room, opening it as he leaned down, making sure he was at eye level with the child. "Why don't you tell me what it was about?"

Without hesitation, the young boy moved close, to give a hug to the priest. His small arms wrapped weakly around the other, he sighed, looked up as he rested his chin on the other's chest. "It was about the kids that pick on me. They were sleep walking, and there was a guy there." One arm released the priest, so the boy could bring a hand up to rub his sleep-filled eyes. "He said he was going to make me like them, and not to be scared. But, I don't want to be like them. They're mean."

"Sleep walking?" The Judas Priest asked as arms wrapped around the boy to comfort him. There was a look of concern on his face, he knowing very well that the boy did not see sleep walking kids at all, but rather something worse. "What did the man look like, Tristan?"

"He was really tall, and he was scary. . . He had red eyes, too!"

Alexander stared at the boy for a moment, before nonchalantly stating, "Oh that's silly, boy." He shook his head then offered a comforting smile. Of course the boy was just having boyish dreams, and this was nothing related to Vampires. Or, had the boy seen Vampires before? Anderson tossed away the thoughts, deciding to figure this out later, as he stood, boy in his arms still. "Let us get you back to bed, Tristan."

"Silly? It was scary!" He was wide-awake now, the last of the sleep rubbed from those eyes of his. "He told me I was special, and that he needed me, like all the other kids. . . I didn't like him though. I still don't."

"Don't be so silly." The priest repeated himself, smiling yet. "There's no man with red eyes, so you're safe. If you have another scary dream, then we can talk about it in the morning, all right?" Holding the boy in his arms, he made his way out of his room, and down the hall.

(A/N: IT DIDN'T TAKE ME TOO LONG! But I apologize. My chapters are getting short, but right now, I'm uber-busy. I promise, the next chapter will be long, and will actually explain things instead of just foreshadowing:3 And Tristan is a cutie. I should draw him. OH. I am drawing the two bad guys, Alastar and Valdemir. It's going to be up in my deviant ART gallery soon, hopefully by tomorrow or the next day:D Bai! )