Sir Integra Hellsing stood beside her pet in the grey light of dawn, in an all-consuming rage, her petite hands balled into shaking fists by her sides.

She stared at the scene before her with a stony face. The scene in front of her was on that was being hastily cleaned up by paramedics, firemen and a few hired men from the queen's army, seeing as Hellsing had no men of it own to do the job anymore.

As for the monster beside her, one could almost call the expression on his face gleeful as he watched the latest recruits, or what was left of them, being carried out of the scene in bags, boxes or on stretchers, if they were still intact.

"Your fledgling is destroying my organisation, Alucard," the young Hellsing finally managed to say, a lot calmer than she actually felt. "I thought she was drinking."

"Yes Master," he almost purred, still eying the blood-splattered walls and corpses.

"Alucard! Pay attention! Why are my soldiers' dead then, if she's been drinking? She should have been able to control herself," she demanded angrily.

He shrugged noncommittally and started to stroll around the scene, sometimes walking through a puddle of blood, kicking and spraying it at passing mercenaries.

Integra glared at his smirking face, almost appreciative as he casually walked through the carnage his fledgling had caused. "Alucard, you know what you'll have to do." A flash of annoyance passed across his face, but he turned away and went inside the kindergarten. She followed with a deepening scowl.

"It's not my place to so that," he said darkly over his shoulder, making his way around the room.

"You're her master, Alucard," she said impatiently. "You took her life and gave her a new one, but you can take that away just as easily as you did the first."

"No," he said firmly, and for a split second Integra was taken aback by his objection.

"What do you mean?"

"I will not destroy her."

Finally losing her patience, she growled and shouted "Don't fuck with me Alucard! You will destroy her. It is my order, and you will carry it out the way you do every other of mine- willingly. You will hunt every night until you find her and you will shoot her. Then you'll report back to me and you will bring proof of her death." She sighed angrily and pulled out a cigar from her jacket pocket and lit it up, taking a long drag to quell her frustration.

Alucard remained silent, holding a small rag doll in his hands, looking at it with his ever-present smirk. "Alright then Master," he said, tossing the doll negligently aside. He glanced at her once before laughing and disappearing in a swirl of darkness.

Integra pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fucking vampire."

Seras stirred in her sleep, muttering something incoherent and curling up tighter into a ball. Though her mind had just woken up, she didn't open her eyes just yet, relishing the feeling of having a proper nights sleep for once and not waking up feeling heavy-footed or listless.

After a while though she stretched out and yawned, enjoying the cold feeling of metal through her clothes.

Metal? She thought in confusion.

She cracked open an eye, soon followed by the other as they both snapped open at the site of unfamiliar surroundings. The walls around her were solid steel, blackened and rust stained, scratched and decomposing; the small rivets lining the walls were in symmetrical patterns all the way along the plates for a whole ten metres, even the missing studs were identical. There was mould growing on the darkened and worn floor, a thin carpet of moist green, smelling bittersweet to her vampiric senses.

She got hastily to her feet and ran to the end of what she could only assume was an old industrial freezer. The door was heavy and as she pushed against it her skin underneath her clothes crawled away from the damp cold. The door swung open with an almost deafening creak compared to the ominous silence outside.

The site that greeted her beyond the freezer made her heart sink. The warehouse around her was abandoned to the point that there wasn't even a stray rat or animal about, not even a single spider web hanging from the rusting and crumbling rafters and poles. Any sign of human habitation had disappeared, leaving only the exposed skeleton of the building to face the darkening world outside alone as proof of ever once housing a human being or anything that might have been stored or made in the warehouse. And beyond the frame of the decomposing building was a yard, trash-scattered and randomly coloured with graffiti, sometimes meaningless names and other times vulgar swear words written huge for the uncaring world to witness. On the ground were piles of decaying timber and pipes, cardboard boxes and wooden freights, some toppled over, others still standing, though greatly worn out from the racking weather of a chill coastal environment.

Seras walked outside the protection of the warehouse and into the dusky yard, almost being knocked off balance by a sudden gust of salt-tanged wind. She stood in the middle of the debris and scuffed her feet, studying the rotting clutter around her.

Nothing was familiar to her. Everywhere she looked was a new scene to witness, one that she never remembered passing. And beside all that there was the fact that she didn't know where she was or how she even got there in the first place. All she knew now was that she had to get back to the Hellsing mansion.

She walked back to the industrial freezer and put her hand on the cold, rust-encrusted handle, but stopped short, eyes widening, as she remembered the feeling of the handle under in her palm from before.

As if the thought had triggered it, a memory swam to the surface of her mind.

She was running towards the door, cursing in a very un-ladylike fashion that even made her blush now. Her hands were pumping at her sides, the white gloves red-splattered and dirty, and all around her was the smell of blood, cold and warm alike. Her uniform was soaked all over in the dark liquid and she was licking her lips, savouring the taste and thrill of a good kill in between muttered curses.

The night sky around her was paling quickly and she managed to wrench the door away from its frame and throw herself inside just as the first light of the morning sun crested the horizon. The door slammed shut after her and she sank to her knees in the penetrating darkness as sleep overcame her.

Seras jerked her hand violently away from the handle, trembling as everything came back to her- the mission, the soldiers, the ghouls, the bloodlust... Oh, the bloodlust. She remembered the thrill in taking the life from every living thing she could put her hands on, and it scared her all the more.

She wrenched the door open once more and plunged inside, running blindly through the thick curtain of darkness until she found a corner.

There she would wait until she was ready to face the world outside again, and the horrible truth that she had lost control again, at the expense of other men's lives.

A/N: Okay, so I'm aware that Integra might come across as a bit OOC with her swearing and all, but I've kinda noticed that whenever she gets super pissed she tends to thrown grace and good-breeding out the window.

Review Replies:
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abc: Yeah, I know the manga has PipxSeras, but I don't like them. It just seems unnatural to me that Seras would pick Pip over Alucard...
Yun Fei: I try to keep the logic simple. One of my friends complained that I complicate it all the time. Go figure...
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