Finding time and inspiration has been hard for me, and I hope you can all bear with me on this story. It's not easy, but I am still plugging away at it.

Of course I do not own these characters, I'm just using them for a temporary time.

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To say that the night had been trying was an understatement. Integral Hellsing was sitting on her bed, attempting to relax. But the whole incident kept replaying in her head, leaving her unable to sleep. Her rest would come when this riddle was solved. With that she stepped out of bed. A glance at the clock and she started planning the next step.

Several stories below…

Though the strange blood had dried and lost most of its glow, the body was still an unnerving sight to Seras Victoria. A crew had come to clean some of the mess, and had gratefully accepted the two vials of blood that she had collected. It had taken some 'encouragement' from her master to retrieve that stuff though. The smell of it was not normal, and definitely not edible, adding to her uneasiness. All he'd done was pick up the rifle that the freak had dropped before he'd…

"Our relief is here Police Girl."

"Relief?"

She looked over at Alucard, then up to the room's entrance where he was pointing. At the top of the stairs was a pair of uniformed Hellsing soldiers. They were staring down at the vampires and the corpse that was lying on the floor.

"We're the day shift."

Seras took some satisfaction in that they seemed well prepared, and trudged off to bed. Fortunately, she didn't see that the freak had repaired a noticeable amount of the damage he'd sustained. In fact, it seemed that Alucard had been accurate in that this one wasn't dead.

It was well after sunrise when Vincent woke. He refrained from opening his eyes, recalling the past night. He remembered the vampires, the woman in pajamas, and the tiny room that he had found himself in. But he had more questions than answers at the moment. He wasn't certain of what had happened after he'd lost consciousness, though he figured that it had been bad. Even without moving he could feel cold stone against his back and a cold spot on his chest, leading him to believe that he'd been shot. He didn't know who or what had shot him, but it was most probable that the arrogant vampire was the shooter. Probing for answers from Chaos led nowhere, as the demon was uncharacteristically pouting. In the past when the demon had gone on a rampage, he crowed about it in such detail that Vincent would shudder. Something unusual had happened, but the details would have to come from another source.

A conversation caught his attention. It seemed two armed men were guarding him. It sounded like they were flipping though a wallet.