Alrighty, chapter 3 is in the works, lets see how it goes though how I write, I begin from right where I left off so if it's at all confusing just re-read the last paragraphs of the last chapter to move onto the next, so on and so forth. Oh and thank you for the reviews, I feel so loved! (dances) anywho… going on….

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Alucard moved; moving right for Seras, his right arm went flying sending the machine gun whipping into the air fall out of sight as his hands drawing forth grasped Seras's trembling body and held her upper arms tightly. Seras yelling struggled hard yet to no avail wasn't as strong or even close to her master's strength. "you let them die, you let them all die... how could you... you... you..." Seras froze as Alucard suddenly shifted his arms, the police girl was drawn heavily into his arms as he draped his body over hers binding her to his form with his strength. "you think... I LET them die, that I allowed for this to happen?" he hissed as he stared forward over her head at the collapsing building. Seras continued to struggle hard "you didn't help them.. you didn't..."

"Silence!" Seras fell silent as Alucard bellowed his command... with a weak breath from her undead lungs, the police girl slowly peered up at her master's face and saw him staring at the ruins of their one time home. Feeling her eyes, he slowly drew his gaze down to hers as he bore a neutral look "things... are not what they always seem to be... police girl... but our lives in Hellsing end here in that fire... come Seras... in spite of your fear, follow me into the darkness as far as you can..." and with that, her master removing his arms from her form, turning began to walk off. Seras though turning around rested her red eyes on the building as it was fully destroyed... without even another word, she turning stopped as she saw Alucard standing there, his left side facing her as he peered forward. "M... master..." she whispered, without even looking at her, he slowly drew his gloved unmarked left hand for her.

Understanding his silent words, the police girl slowly drawing for his form drew her hand weakly forward placing her hand into his. Fingers curling slowly over her hand, Seras blinking looked up at Alucard as he in a graceful fashion rested his hidden gaze onto her own and with that a black portal swam beneath them, swallowing the two vampires up as they left the burning ruins, and to never return.

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Within the smoldering ruins of the Hellsing mansion as it was no more but black skeletal remains, firemen covered both in ash and blood were busy through the debris covering all the mangled corpses of the once Hellsing men. The fire chief, a burly man with little grey hair on top made up for the bushy beard, stood nearby eyeing a chart recovered from the files of this manor, checking all identifications of the men and women who had lived and worked within such a building. "Chief..." the man looked over as one of his younger men drew over. "have you found the remaining two?" the chief's rough voice grumbled.

The fireman weakly shook his head, "we've found all others accounted for, but... we just can't seem to find the two... maybe more of a description and names?" the young man spoke. The chief sighing flipped through the papers, "the head of this entire building, Integra Wingates Hellsing... from what I see, she's the only woman working here and... ah here..." he murmured flipping through a few more papers, "a man named Walter, the retainer of this building, he has no last time on the list..." the chief murmured.

The firefighter glancing at the files handed to him by the chief froze as he looked at the pictures provided to them in the file. The chief seeing his comrade's reaction eyed him. "what is it Jonathan?" he murmured, the man giving a weak laugh looked up at his boss with a bothered look and sighing he turning his right side to his boss pointed to a nearby flag pole that was lathered in blood. "you see that flag pole?" he murmured, "Yes..." The chief spoke slowly as Jonathan held the file to the chief's eyes showing Walter's image... tapping it with his finger, he gave a very bothered smile "by description given to us by another fire fighter from section twelve... that man... was reported to be dangling from that flag pole... about a good two hours ago... but now there is no sign of him..." Jonathan murmured. The chief blinking with a lost looked eyed the young man before him, "so what happened... he couldn't have just gotten up and walked away." The chief spoke as they both eyed the blood soaked flag pole.

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Far from the ruins of the smoldering manor of the Hellsing headquarters, there rested on the semi rundown section of London, a abandoned apartment complex with the windows shattered and boarded up as graffiti ran all over its sides. Deep within it's hallways and rooms, a single room sat in the basement meant for storage yet bore a small cobweb covered fridge as well as a rickety black plastic table and three chairs of the same color covered in years of dust.

The darkness was interrupted as a single light bulb flickered on from above as a silhouette of a human stumbled heavily in the doorway clutching tightly to a fairly large book, the figures hand having found the switch laid their body hard against the doorway as there exposed by the dull flickering light, a single form laying sprawled out on the cement floor in a puddle of blood that was streaked on the ground from the doorway showing the figure had dragged their form into the solitary room.

The man laying there soaked in cold drying blood bore tears in his clothing that bore claw like markings showing he didn't get here by the aid of his own strength, but at that moment it did not matter. The silhouette gave a faint relieved sigh as she stumbling from the doorway drew to the fallen form. As the figure drew closer to the fallen man as he drew slowly conscious... his ears picked up the faint word from the cracked and bleeding lips of the figure leering over him, "Walter?"

A groan passing by his dead lips; his eyelids twitching slowly drew open exposing vivid red eyes. Dazed and confused, Walter felt himself draw no breath nor feel the need to do so as his body throbbed with a deep pain. The man flinched as he hearing the rustling of clothing peered over as the figure beside him groaned and fell hard to their left knee drawing the dim light to the person's face. Red eyes met red eyes, Walter slowly pushing his upper body up looked weakly at his friend and comrade... "Sir Integra..." he whispered as Integra smiling with her clothes and face covered in ash and singe marks peered down at her old friend and retainer, yet he no longer bore his old john bull charm, but the look he had when younger, in his mid twenties, sleek tied back black hair, his form also back to peak form as his form was still lathered in his own blood.

(John Bull Englishman)

"but... how am I... I'm not a..." he murmured yet drew silent as Integra groaning held her aching form allowing the book to crash loudly on the ground before them, Integra giving him a small weak smile grunted as she sat down heavily beside him. "it seems... we were the only two spared from the massacre..." she murmured, her voice sounding very worn as her red eyes looked drained of all energy as was Walter's eyes; young he may look, but his eyes showed the same old john bull he was just a few days ago.

Integra, with bloody fingers drew from her coat pocket a wad of crumpled paper and unfolding the small piece of paper sighed as she eyed it, "what is that?" Walter murmured, Integra gave a small crooked smile "it merely says... welcome to the side of damned souls... my master..." she mumbled.

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Chapter 3 is finally finished (I actually think it may be to long), again writers block has made its home within my skull, thus I have no idea what to do next, but oh well, writers block fades eventually, I hope, so hope you enjoyed it, soon enough (I hope) there will be the whole pairing thing, but I need to get the story going