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"You hurt her, YOU… hurt her, you monster."

Unbeknown to him, as Anderson stormed down the path that led to the main gates of the Hellsing mansion, Alucard had been reading his every thought from beneath the shadow of a willow tree. Not even the guards, who were paranoid towards the very sight of him, were able to register that it was him in the small form of a bat from beneath the great leaves. He almost appeared innocent here, smaller than a child, he could almost feel safe, and protected against the shame he felt as a human.

He had committed the greatest sin. He had betrayed her.

My Master…

He was fully conscious of the fact that she was so close, and yet he could not bring himself to make her aware of his presence. He deserved no such recognition from her; it was shameful, so so shameful, thathe had not been there in her moment of need, and of all people, he; the Judas Priest… had. Alucard had ignored her mental call of his name, putting reliance in his fledging Seras, as he taunted the disgusting lowlife of a freak vampire that had faced him. The revulsion he had felt for the venomous creature that had dared to challenge him surged so strongly within him that he had momentarily forgotten the weakness of Integra's human form. She could have died, and for a woman so valiant, so noble and so proud, it would have been a wasted death.

He had made that happen, and it was truly unforgivable. He could not forget how he had sworn to her when she had released him from his bondages, that whenever she needed his help, she was only to call, and they would all fall before her eyes. But it had been she who had fallen this time. It might as well have been he who had pulled the trigger.

He was utterly responsible for what could have been her downfall. I won't ask for forgiveness. This… is all my fault. Integra.

With a sudden furtive desire, he rapidly flapped his wings making a parallel ascent from the willow tree into the bright sky above. The leaves in the tree gave a great shake as he broke free from under its clutches. The movement was so rapid that the guards quickly put it down to a swift torrent in the wind. Had they been paying more attention, they might have noticed the obscure creature of the darkness sore into the bright mid-morning sky. Or notice the droplets of blood that stained the bark of the great tree; tears of the Nosferatu.

He gritted his teeth bitterly, hating the sensation of the bright sunlight against his wings, but nevertheless rapidly increasing his movement in them, flying faster and faster upwards until he found the heat of the sun's rays against his body close to unbearable. Only then did he expel the violent blood-curling scream that had been tormenting his soul.