A/N: I'm sorry this is a short one, guys. Many thanks to my reviewers! I never expected five reviews, much less five times that number! -Feels loved- Anyway, Vampyre'sDaughter, Sors, thank you! parttime-dumbblonde, you're so right... especially trying to keep him in character and make him do what I want... thanks! Safrawr, I'm afraid you're right... he would be more protective, but then again, she just tried to lock him up again. I really don't know. : ) Thanks a bunch ZR, I laughed when I read your reveiw, because I'd already written that part... -; Oh, and everybody who made me and/or Last of the Vampires a favorite author/story, I am honored beyond words. Believe me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, or any of its characters. Hellsing is (c) Kouta Hirano. However, this storyline, Eva and The Staircase are (c) me, MZM

The ambulance slid into the circular driveway, and the two paramedics grabbed what they needed and ran after a waiting maid. The three ran up the stairs, down the halls, through some doors, and up some more stairs before they ended up at Sir Hellsing's open door. The professionals rushed in, panting, while the maid stood at the door, afraid.

Walter looked up. "Thank God!" He moved, and called to the woman at the door, "Get two of the men to bring the gurney up… NOW!" She dashed off, frightened. The medics ignored Alucard, and he watched them frantically trying to keep his Master alive. Walter was discussing what would have to be done with them, as he assisted in any way possible.

Alucard smiled, still finding the whole thing amusing beyond words. He kept telling himself, it doesn't matter, and they can't save her this time. It's over, admit it, humans! He denied that this had happened before, that she'd pulled through… that he'd known she would. That time, he'd cared. Not really now, at this point. Not after what she'd trie- … not after what she'd done.

At least, that's what he told himself.

Seras closed her mouth and rested her chin on her knees. She'd told Eva everything. She'd considered leaving out the existence of vampires, and more specifically, that she was one. It's forbidden… one of Hellsing's greatest rules. Her mind had rebelled, whispering back that she wasn't a part of Hellsing anymore… Maybe not, but it's still a good rule. Eva could take it though, she knew. So Seras told the whole thing. When she finished, a silence settled on the room.

Then Eva reached over and grabbed her chin, turning her face towards the human's. Eva tilted her face this way and that, taking in the eyes, the fangs, and the faint blood tear tracks. She released Seras, then spoke. "Well, that explains the burns on your face. You've got one on each cheek, hon. That and the eyes… damn."

"So, you're 'dead' now, not just as a vampire, but dust. You can't be seen… so you came to me. You want to work here? Is that it?"

Seras nodded. "I need somewhere to stay where they can't find me."

"Well then…" Eva's eyes slid up and down Seras' figure, sinuously slow.

By now, Seras Victoria had just about enough of that.

Her cheeks blazed, and she opened her mouth to give Eva a piece of her mind, when the object of her fury started laughing. "See, love, you can't stand it. That's what you'd get, every night, all night. The patrons of my beloved Staircase would be all over you like sharks on raw meat. Face it, you've got considerable assets… damn it, you're huge, and you've got that innocent-kitten-gone-abused-dog look about you. Most folks who haunt places like The Staircase just love that. Seras, you couldn't handle working here, and certainly not living here… not that I'd even let you try." Eva slowly shook her head, and continued to laugh softly.

Seras slumped over her folded up knees, and sighed. She was right. I could never do this. Besides, I like Eva a lot, but… not like THAT… and what if she… Seras chewed on her lip, and promptly cut herself. No, I should go. The vampiress unfolded her legs, and opened her mouth, but Eva cut her off once again.

"I do, however, have a friend that I think can help you."

They'd taken her away, and he didn't really care where to.

Walter assured them that the bloody man in bondage on the floor was perfectly fine, and they'd rushed her out of the room without question. As soon as they'd gone, he'd lain all the way on his back, and laughed, long and loud. I've won, Van Hellsing! I outlasted your line… now who has nothing? Once he'd calmed, he'd rolled over until he could get his legs under himself, and stood up.

Alucard walked over to the desk, and gracefully hopped up onto it, his long legs dangling over the side. There he sat, waiting for the seals to break. It was just then that he remembered his fledgling. If Integra had tried to lock him up, then she must've… No, he could feel Seras; he knew her exact spot in the city. Consoled, the No-life King grinned.

What a perfect night. He shoved his worries out of his head. I am soon going to be free!

He did his best not to think of a bloody woman on a gurney, fiery eyes unfocused, lost. He tried not to think of an old man, frantically trying to save her life. He tried not to think of a poor, innocent young Vampire, scared and alone. He tried to focus on his triumph, his glory, his revenge.

But he couldn't.

She doesn't deserve to die like this. She should fall in battle… like a true knight… not like the others. He sneered, remembering weak Hellsings long gone. Dead Masters that did not deserve the right to claim Van Hellsing as their ancestor. He shoved himself off the desk, landing with the grace of a cat. I'll take her away… to the top of a tower… and there the last Hellsing can have a peaceful death, as she and only she has earned.

He tried to melt away, to reappear at her side, when he realized he could not. The restraints held him hostage, kept him from doing what he willed. "Dammit!" His growl echoed in the all too empty office, and for the first time in a very long while, Alucard, No-life King and Nosferatu, felt helpless.

He shoved the door open with a foot, and stalked out of the room.