Yeah it's another chapter. Basically I had no idea I'd written this so when I went to word to start chapter 13 and saved the document as "chapter 13" the alert "there is already a file with this name" came up, and I was like, "huh?" With a few edits, it turned out adequate for a chapter 13, I think. Not only that, but I found an entire outline of the plot for this fic back when I knew what was going on, which was about two months ago. So I can definitely say that this fic will end in two chapters. Wait, I said that last chapter. Heh heh. Oh, and I wanted to thank you guys for the wonderful reviews. They really made my day. I really thought I was going to be creamed for writing chapter 12. I'm not sure why, it's just that a feeling of dread follows every time I post.

Meh. Here's Chapter 13…

"Unbind me!" Alucard commanded her. One of the beasts that had Integra pinned against the wall sank its teeth into her leg and she grimaced.

Both vampires drew towards the blood that seeped from the bite mark, but the shield stopped them from getting closer.

"Don't do it, Hellsing," Quincy warned Integra, but there was a frantic urgency behind his words that said more than his order.

"Integra," Alucard said slowly, staring into her eyes, "I can help if you if you undo the binding. I can break through the shields if you undo them."

Integra closed her eyes and quickly went through her options. She had no gun, she had no knife, she had no weapon of any sort. Genetically enhanced monsters that were capable of rendering her lifeless in less than a minute were attacking her. On the other side of the shield that the creatures had activated were two immensely powerful vampires that could come to her aid if Alucard could break the shield in his stronger form. That, and she could see what Alucard was like in his unbound form, and if his feelings for her were still the same, her mind added in a small niggling voice.

She felt for the seals that bound Alucard, that were imprinted in her mind. Carefully, mentally, she unwound them and watched as Alucard's form shimmered.

The first indication Integra had of something wrong was when Quincy stiffened let out an inhuman shriek, then crumpled onto the floor in an unconscious heap.

When Alucard's figure completely diffused into a mass of inky black nothingness, Integra began to think she had possibly made a mistake.

"At last, free," Alucard's voice rumbled, surging with raw power from somewhere in the mesh of shadow that he had become.

Integra shrank into the wall in horror. In a single fluid motion, he collected himself into a more humanoid figure and swiftly glided towards her, ripping through the shield as if it was paper and disposing of the creatures like rag dolls, until he trapped her against the wall. His teeth, bared in a leering grin, appeared in the black void of his figure and floated mockingly in front of her like the Cheshire Cat's mouth.

For the first time in eons Integra lost control and visibly shook with fear. Her father's most basic warning circled in her head like a taunting mantra, Close combat with vampire equals death, close combat with a vampire equals death Close….

Clenching her fists, she fought to regain control of herself and the situation. Fear is the mind killer, she reminded herself firmly. Fear was for animals, something that influenced prey and made them freeze until they were killed by the predator. But she was Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, and she would not be weakened by fear. Or so she told herself.

"Alucard," she said in a steadier voice.

The mass hesitated briefly, wobbling, and Integra almost hoped he would get himself under control.

This hope disappeared entirely when she felt his (very solid) teeth sink into her neck. "Alu…" she began pleadingly, starting to feel faintly dizzy.

Just as she felt like she was going to pass out, the shadows that made up Alucard receded very suddenly with a sickening squeal, revealing a pale Quincy standing behind the shadowy mass. He had thrust his hand through the core of it.

"Thank your great grandfather for thinking up a defense mechanism to counter the stupidity of future Hellsings," he gasped, withdrawing his hand and letting the shadows drop to the floor in a collective, lifeless bundle.

"What?" Integra asked blankly.

"Me," Quincy elaborated, giving Integra a scornful look.

"What did you do?" Integra asked shakily, staring at what had once been Alucard with a horrified expression on her face.

"The equivalent of stunning him," Quincy replied, looking at her angrily. "Why didn't you listen to me?" he demanded.

Integra did not reply, merely looking down at her feet and concentrating on blocking out the pain in her leg and in her neck.

Quincy sighed. "Like mother, like daughter, I suppose," he muttered distastefully, starting to push Alucard's unbound form into the direction of the prison room.

Integra twitched and looked at Quincy sharply. "What's that supposed to mean?" she asked suspiciously.

Quincy glanced at her with surprise. "He never got around to telling you?" he asked in astonishment.

Integra narrowed her eyes. "Telling me what?" She inquired softly.

Quincy stared at her for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed. Integra started from the incongruous noise that echoed off the walls and glared at him. "Tell me," she whispered.

Quincy quieted and resumed his task of shoving Alucard towards the prison room. "How did they explain your mother's death?" He asked her, but continued before Integra could ask him what that had to do with…anything, "Did they say it was suicide? That she died giving birth to you?" he persisted maliciously.

"Died giving birth to me," Integra murmured, frowning. "Why…"

"Not hardly," Quincy retorted swiftly, opening the door to the dungeon and kicking Alucard inside. "Your mother was intelligent," he admitted, "but not clever." He shut the door loudly in emphasis and turned to face Integra. "Combine intelligence and pity, and you'll find that your mother figured out a way to release the seals—despite not being of Hellsing blood—and set Alucard free to satisfy her incessant need to be benevolent and charitable." Quincy smiled deceptively at her and leaned close to her ear. "Your father found her drained completely in his study," he whispered, and Integra stepped back from him in horror.

"No," She said softly. "That can't be…"

Quincy watched impassively as she struggled to find the words to deny it, but worry flickered over his face when she fell unconscious to the floor.

"Oh, right," he said stupidly, belatedly remembering her injuries.

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When Quincy emerged from a section of the Hellsing Manor that had been closed off for more than 20 years into the library, carrying an unconscious Integra in his arms, Walter could do little but feel anxious. Quincy, however kind he had been as a human, was not the nicest of undead.

"What happened? How did she get this injuries?" Walter asked, quickly taking Integra from Quincy and setting her down on a couch.

"Alucard," Quincy said simply as Walter puttered around looking for gauze and antiseptic. He watched with interest as Walter reached behind an encyclopedia set and dragged out a first-aid kit. "Do you always keep medical supplies in the library?" He asked curiously.

"You never know what might happen," Walter said darkly. "For that matter, what did happen?" he added, not entirely sure he believed that Alucard had hurt Integra.

"She lifted the seals," Quincy explained, not deeming it necessary to expand on the details.

Walter's eyes widened and he looked at Integra in confusion. "Why…" he started to ask, when Integra moaned and opened her eyes slowly.

"Integra," Walter sighed in relief, smoothly masking the surprise that had been on his face seconds before. "How do you feel? Should I call a doctor?" He asked.

Integra winced and glanced around. "No, no," she murmured, "Just hand me some of those bandages and antiseptic," she ordered, pulling herself up into a sitting position.

Walter nodded and gave her what she wanted from the first-aid kit.

Integra neatly bound the bite mark on her leg, but had some trouble with the wound on her neck. "Could you help me with this, please?" She asked Walter politely.

Walter hesitated and looked at Quincy. "Thank you for what you've done, Quincy," he said quietly.

Knowing at dismissal when he heard one, Quincy merely shrugged and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door shut behind him, Integra's calm expression crumpled and her whole demeanor changed. "Walter, what have I done?" she whispered in horror, closing her eyes.

Walter rested one comforting hand on her shoulder. "I don't really know what happened," he admitted, "but you'll be able to sort it out. As of now, however, you should rest. I assume Alucard has been temporarily dealt with?" he asked cautiously.

"Yes, I think so," Integra said wearily.

"Well then," Walter continued, "Try to regain some of your strength before attempting to do anything else." He packed up the first aid kit and put it away, then got up slowly and turned to leave.

"Walter?" Integra's voice made him pause, and he turned.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Is it true…that Alucard killed my mother?" She asked drowsily from her place on the couch.

Walter inwardly cursed Quincy. "Yes," he said finally, but was spared from saying more when Integra drifted to sleep.

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Quincy looked up benignly as Walter stormed into the underground passage. "Is something wrong, Walter?" he asked lazily, leaning against the door to the room that held Alucard.

"Why did you tell Integra about her mother?" Walter inquired in deadly tones.

"Mostly because she has a right to know, and also because she irritates me," Quincy answered, making Walter stiffen in outrage. "She is a fool to think she loves him," he continued lazily.

Walter contented himself with glaring daggers at Quincy until the silence stretched between them to the point of being unbearable.

"The fragility of humans will never cease to amaze me," Quincy finally murmured. "And the human flaw of impulsive action never fails to result in disaster."

Walter lowered his gaze. "You are a fool to think you know better than her," he countered. "What Integra does and feels is her own business. It's not something you should have interfered in."

Quincy raised an eyebrow. "Do you think they love each other?" he asked doubtfully. "A vampire, and a human?"

"Just because it hasn't happened before doesn't mean it's impossible." Walter replied. "And I will support Integra in whatever she decides to do," he continued.

Quincy huffed. "You do that," he said contemptuously. "I'll sit back and watch the show, and then laugh at the end when you have to bury your master in pieces."

Walter clenched his fists, but did not rise to Quincy's bait. "Explain what happened, Quincy," he snapped.

Quincy sniffed. "I don't see why I should have to trouble myself to explain…"

A single monofilament wire wound itself around Quincy's throat and ever so slightly tightened to the point of drawing blood.

Quincy relented, sighing, and told Walter what had transpired in the underground levels to result in Integra's injuries.

Walter frowned when Quincy finished. "Your story has some holes in it, Quincy."

Quincy growled. "At one point I may have passed out from the release of Alucard's raw power," he conceded.

"Ever doomed to fail, I see," Walter said scathingly, making Quincy flinch. He unwound the wire from Quincy's neck, however, and stood back. "At least you stopped him in time," Walter muttered. "I'm thankful to you for that."

"Glad to see I'm good for something," Quincy replied nastily, "I put Alucard in the dungeon. He should be conscious soon, if you want to go check on him. I wouldn't," he advised, "As he is in his unbound form."

"Does Integra know what he's like in his unbound form?" Walter asked.

"Does anyone know what he's like in his unbound form?" Quincy countered. "What are you going to do about him, anyway?"

"His unbound form will be dealt with later," Walter answered curtly. "Only Integra can put the seals back on him."

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