A/N: Thanks to oblivionknight7, Penguin4sale, Andersonfanandadmirer, anarchy101 and Safrawr for your reviews on Chapter 4! I love you! (Not really, but I can pretend...) I really don't know how long this is going to end up, but I'm really enjoying writing it, and you people seem to like it... ; )

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, or any of its characters. Hellsing is (c) Kouta Hirano. This storyline is (c) me.

The headlights almost blinded her like a deer.

Seras threw herself back, and to the ground. The truck screeched to a halt, swerving in its attempt to avoid hitting her. Well I guess I found the road… The truck was a big rig with no apparent logo on the side. Oh, no… it can't be! Seras pulled herself backwards along the ground, trying to stand up and run. We use- ah, I mean Hellsing uses, unmarked supply trucks! She turned around and slid onto her knees. Seras pulled her feet under her and glanced back to check for pursuit when she saw it. The "Humphrey's Chips" emblem.Emblem… That brought back events that had happened too recently to be called memories.

"Hey! Hey! Are you okay?" A man who was presumably the driver of the rig ran towards her, waving a flashlight. He'd left the truck running, and the headlights spilled over the road. It was almost too bright for Seras' vampire sight. "Yes… I'm fine… I'm terribly sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going!" Seras stood up, grateful it was bad manners to shine a flashlight in a person's face. For one thing, it'd spare her vision, and for another, it would hide her crimson eyes and elongated canines. Not to mention the bloody streaks on her face.

Apparently, this man had no manners. He brought the flashlight up to shine in Seras' face, and her natural reaction of closing her eyes and bringing her hand up saved them both from a shock. Even more luckily, she'd brought her and up so the back faced him, hiding the crimson stains. "Well, ye' look alright, anyway." The trucker leered at her, shining the flashlight up and down her body. "Yep, you look jus' fine."

Seras fumed from behind her hand. Why that JERK! OOOH! "Umm… I'm perfectly alright, so could you STOP that now?" The trucker lowered the light, unfazed. "So, sweetlin', where're you goin' this time o' night? This ain't no place for a lady." Seras quietly groaned. "You lost?"

Perfect. "Ah, yes, I am… Lost, that is!" Seras mentally sighed. I really am going to have to become a much better liar. The man didn't seem to notice her faltering. He was much more intent on her chest. She could feel the heat rising to her face. What a bloody PERVERT! The trucker looked back at her. "D'you want a ride? It's not too far." The last seemed to disappoint him somewhat.

She sighed. "That would be nice…"

He grinned, and walked back to the rig. "I was just headin' back in to London." He looked her over, and then opened the passenger door for her. She went to climb in, and realized he was still holding the door. Probably wants to try and see up my skirt. Seras looked back at him. "Um, that's okay, I can get in without you holding the door." He grumbled and let go, heading around to his side of the car. She put her hands on the seat, and realized her gloves were still a nice blood red. Oh, hell! She slipped them off, and stuffed them in a pocket. Oh great, my FACE! She licked her bare hands, and viciously rubbed them on her cheeks. I hope that did it… Praying for the best, she hopped into the truck, and the driver hopped in his side.

They drove in silence for a while, until she broke it, out of nerves. "So… what part of London are you going to?"

He kept his eyes on the road. "To our warehouse, near the south end."

Silence again, and then he asked, "So, you got somewhere to go? If you don't, you know, I've extra room in my-"

Seras cut him off hurriedly. "Ah, no, I have somewhere!" She didn't want to be in his company any more than necessary.

He shrugged. "Okay then…"

Seras let out a quick breath. For some reason she thought that he'd throw her out onto the road if she refused to sleep with him. I can be terribly silly sometimes… Holding a breath that she didn't need was silly too, but it gave her a sense of comfort. She looked out the window at the night, and was suddenly grateful she was still a fledgling. She could still walk the day, and that would be useful. She thought back to the trucker's earlier query, and faced the truth. I don't really have anywhere to go. Hellsing had been her home, and after a fashion, her family. What do I do now? Where do I go? Seras was an orphan, and she couldn't remember any blood relatives. She supposed that Alucard didn't count.

Master. I wonder what's happened to him. What could Integra do to him? What might he do to Integra? She lowered her eyelids. It's all just too much…. All of this… Seras felt like crying again. Then again, she didn't want to explain to this man why she was bleeding from the eyes.

Where am I going to go? I'm 'dead', so they aren't looking for me… but if anybody even remotely connected to Hellsing saw her, she really would experience a second death. That meant her apartment wasn't safe, because they'd probably go in and clean it out. She couldn't go to her first home.

Suddenly it hit her, where she could go. "Um, excuse me?"

The chant filled the room, and Alucard snarled in defiance. He crushed her more, and felt the pop of cracking bones. He heard her mental scream, but the chant didn't end. He screamed as the spell began to bind his arms. It pulled them from her, and she slumped against him. Still, Integra went on.

Alucard writhed, trying to break away, to do SOMETHING! The bonds were beginning to feel very solid now, compressing, shaping, and binding! He screamed again. STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP! He HAD to stop her now, even if he killed her. There was only one option left to him, so he took it.

Madly, ferally, he ripped into her neck.

He drank. So damnably sweet! He lost himself in feeding, unaware that weakly, Integra was calling out the last words. He drowned himself in her lifeblood, consuming her in the way he knew best. Inwardly, he reflected that this was not the way he imagined it. He'd always thought it would be a matter of her giving herself to him. Oh, well. The end nullifies the means.

She murmured the closing word, and he felt the last restraint slip into place.

Bewildered, her released her throat, pulling back to see her eyes. They were glassed over, releasing to the vampire's spell. How much pain she must have been in, fighting the pleasure to finish. Alucard closed his eyes, and lifted the stupor. When he opened them, Integra's were waiting to meet them.

She coughed out a bloody, "I'm sorry," and sagged against him.