Wow, I have not updated this in a long time. If there is anyone out there reading this I feel so sorry. Here is the next chapter I hope you like it. Sorry that this is short.

Hellsing Chapter 5

Brittney sighed, she looked into the office and found her desk. She was supposed to just jump right in and get to work. Her first article was to compare and contrast the American movies to their counterparts, if they had them. Her new boss thought it would be right up her area of expertise. She sat down at her desk and thought of having Alex come in and re-decorate the place. Brittany stared about the office and sighed in boredom. The pale gray desk and white chair seemed almost utilitarian. She looked up and forced a smile as her editor came and stood in her doorway.

"Have you settled in alright?" He asked and stared at her appreciatively.

"Yes Mr. Wood, thank you so much for coming by." Brittney said with a grin, her new boss had not gotten around to asking her out, but she knew that it was only a matter of time. He had made no secret about loving her quaint American accent and her deep colored skin. Brittney turned on her computer and checked the Internet connection. She looked up several minutes later and was glad that the editor in chief was no where to be found. Brittney went to shut her door and was a bit startled to see others looking out of their offices and staring at her. She shut the door and leaned against it, "sheesh, you'd think they have never seen an American." Brittney rolled her eyes ans sat at her desk ready to start work.

Smoke swirled around in decidedly intricate design around a fine blond head of hair. The cigar from whence the smoke ensued glowed red in the dim light of the large castle room. Bright red eyes stared up at the full pale moon and briefly, the observer recalled looking out of that same paned window and seeing the sun light up the sky. But there was no regret in the steady gaze, there could never be any regret, for regret would mean looking to the past and that was not the way of Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing.

"Well, Sir Hellsing," the deep voice rolled off the walls in a deliberate dance to the leader of the Hellsing organization. "I have found our little American flower to be quite interesting."

"So it would seem," Sir Integral sounded bored and she looked over at her former servant. He had always been more friend than slave, but she had always been too proud to admit it. Even now, it was only their long abiding respect for each other that had allowed her the freedom from calling him master. A freedom he had offered and she had gladly accepted.

"Master," Alucard looked up at the vacant red stare of Seras and waited for her to speak. "Do you think more vampires will come to taste her blood?" Alucard gave her a disinterested shrug. "Then it would make our job easier to have her here with us."

"But that would lead too much of a disturbance in her life, and ours," Sir Integral said and took a long drag on her cigar. Alucard grinned wolfishly before he vanished from the room. Sir Integral took her dinner and sipped the bright red liquid. She licked her lips with relish displaying none of Seras avoidance to blood. Seras shuddered in hunger before she stalked from the room and went in search of her own pint of donated blood.

Alex stood back and admired the lay out of the dinner table. He had out done himself tonight. Brittney had come home and looked pleased at the small celebratory dinner in honor of her first day of work. She entered her room and tried not to notice the chills that coursed down her spine. It was almost as if some one or some thing was in here watching her. Brittney rubbed the goose bumps from her arms and switched from her work suit and into something comfortable. She glanced around the room again before going back to her window and staring at the tree outside. "Brendan, if you are here, please, leave me alone, I beg of you." A tear fell from her eye and she hastily wiped it away before she left the room and shut the door softly behind her.

Alucard materialized in the room, "good instincts little flower, good instincts, but perhaps, not good enough." Alucard sat the little porcelain kitty on the dresser that he had picked up and grinned to himself before he left the room. Seras looked in on Alucard from the window and sighed, her master was unaccountably curious about the girl. Was it her blood? Seras wondered as she sat out side the room and watched her master as he picked up a book on the girl's bed and sat to read it.

The word Journal was scrawled in a bright French script across the top. With a careful glance, Alucard opened the book." I feel it everyday, almost as if some one or some thing were watching me. It is there when I look into a mirror, and when I bathe when I dress. I go out in the daytime and it is faint, but I still feel it. I am afraid to tell anyone, they will just think I am paranoid. But they do not know the things that I know, they have not seen the things that I have seen. They have not felt the ivory fangs of despair and lust slide into their flesh and pierce their very souls with longing. They have not looked into the face of their weakness and made to feel wanting..." Alucard paused in his reading when he heard a voice on the stairs. Carefully, he shut the book and vanished. Brittney opened the door and laughed as she ran into her room. She grabbed the snippets of her article and left again, she paused by the door and glanced about the room before she frowned and shut the door. Alucard slid back into the mirror and vanished.