(grins happily with bullet holes in body) Alrighty, here we go, more of my fanfic insanity and all that good shit, enjoy!

Desclaimer: NO, I do NOT own hellsing nor any of its characters...

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Seras slipping past a few guests already arriving to the night club as the main lights were off with the rave lights blazing as the booming techno roared all around. She leaving through the main double doors slowly walking drew to a speed walk and swiftly her movement grew faster and soon enough Seras was running on a full out sprint as her undead heart raced. Adrenaline pumped in her body as she felt the fear from yelling such words to her master began to fade into a glee and pride. As she ran, Seras drew her skies to the star filled sky while still keeping a eye to the path she ran to avoid anything in her way. 'There! I did it, I defied master and... it felt good.' The grin curled onto her lips as her red eyes narrowing, Seras looked forward once more as the laugh escaped her lips.

Seeing the bench coming up, her legs clenched and releasing her muscles, Seras leaping up high glided over the bench and landing swiftly she stumbling weakly looked over her shoulder at what she had just done and blinking. The smile came back even more as she laughing out right spun around and kicking up her legs, raced off through the outskirts of London with one goal in mind... as a great deal of minuets passed of racing through the dark alleyways and shadows from human eyes, Seras sighing weakly feeling her strength still fully there, stood there facing the burned ruins of her one time home, Hellsing.

Slowly drawing forward as if the land would burn her, Seras saw she stood on the front land before the ruins of the mansion, and surprisingly she saw bits of grass and a few plants still scattered around with only three or four trees still alive but had taken heavy damage from the fire. Glancing around with her hands in her pockets, Seras remembered where her men had fallen, her comrades... yet only one of the men was her friend out of the hellsing soldiers... glancing over Seras drawing in a small breath could swear she still smelled his spilled blood... Pip Bernadette... the captain.

Seras looking around slowly walking forward once more cringed as the first step on the ruins crunched yet after that, she slowly continued onward. Looking around Seras blinking saw the small dip in the ground covered by blackened wood laying on the ground, no doubt the collapsed wall. Drawing over, Seras kneeling down stuck her hands underneath the collapsed wall and with a silent swift motion rose upward, the wall went flying hard crashing a few feet away crumbling into chunks of ash yet Seras uncaring of that peered forward with a bit of shock on her face as the burned yet still stable stairs faced her, the doorway to the basement, a doorway to hell for the hellsing soldiers, the doorway to memories for Seras who tenderly testing each step, slithered down into the dark depths of the basement.

With her feet echoing off of the stone walls, ceiling and floor, she saw the walls littered with gun holes, yet there were no bodies. Seras slowly drawing to a stop weakly peered forward at the single metal door before her... with a small sigh, the young lady lifting up her hand pushed slowly. The hinges grinding loudly allowed the door to open and within. Seras drew into her old chambers, to the right was the empty slot where her coffin had rested while to the left. Drawing over, the police girl drew open the dresser drawers exposing the small amount of garment she owned from both working for hellsing and her previous job when a human, Section 9.

Smiling weakly Seras finding her bag nearby slowly began to fill it with her many garments and drawing to the end the girl blinking peered in at the bottom drawer as there rested a small photo album with a black cloth cover given to her by Walter the first Christmas she had in hellsing; he having given the album to her for seeing that the only other woman in the Hellsing manor carried one herself. Drawing it into her hands, Seras slowly going over to the single chair that survived the raid, sat down as she drew the book open seeing the images taken what seemed so long ago. Sir Integra standing in her office peering at the person who had taken the picture with the look of annoyance. Another of Walter waving gently as he was within the kitchen preparing a main course for the head of hellsing. Yet... as she looked, Seras sighing shut the album tightly and tossed it into the bag. Kneeling by the black bag, she smiling weakly began to zip it up, she knew all to well as much as she missed it, Hellsing was gone.

Seras froze as she felt the presence of unhuman forms suddenly very close, she had gotten to distracted and now was in trouble... swiftly finishing on closing up her bag, Seras reaching behind her drew the hidden hand gun from the rim of her pants and with bag in her left hand, bore the gun in her right and stalking out of her room headed slowly for the stairs. her vamperic ears perked as she heard the whistling tune coming from whoever was up there and it sounded far off enough, possibly far enough she could at least get out before being seen. Drawing a slow breath, Seras gripping both bag and gun in either hand, drew up the steps. Her head peeking up past the rubble, peered around and saw him in the area far to her right with what looked to be a suitcase and filling it up with items.

Slowly exhaling the unneeded breath from her dead lungs, Seras drew fully onto the main surface already eyeing the path she had taken to get here in the first place. "huh... hey... who are you!" Seras flinching glanced over her shoulder as she saw the man heading her way, he sounded like Father Anderson! 'Shit!' looking forward she kicking up her feet kicked off hard while drawing the gun behind her fired. Hearing the bullet strike her mark, Seras plunging the gun once more into the edge of her back pants, smirked as she slammed out of there, her confidence growing. Laughing, Seras bore her fangs in a full out smirk, she had just gotten away alive without even a scratch from Father Anderson... little did she realize.

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Tyson groaning sat down hard by the filled and clasped suitcase as his right hand held the bleeding wound between his legs. With teeth gritted and golden eyes narrowed with pain, he growled with his ears bending backwards. "God... damn... bitch... I was... careless... shit... fuck... this fucking hurts... who the hell was that.. another vampire... a former hellsing employee?" he growled and with a loud yell of pain, he stumbling to his feet, drew the suitcase onto his back with his free left hand, and with his right still holding onto his wounded pride hoping it wasn't a permanent injury, the wolf stumbled off cloaking himself into a web of darkness for any humans who saw him will not truly see him giving them the feeling as if in some sort of dream state.

Integra jumping glanced over as Walter swinging around, the two watched as Tyson collided loudly down the stairs landing on his back with his eyes shut and teeth gritted in pain as his blood soaked right hand held onto his crotch tightly. "Wha... what happened to you?" asked Walter as he drew over. With a weak laugh Ty drawing his left eye barely open, peered up at the man as he wore a pain filled smirk. "some... vampire chick got me when she... came from the buried basement... she either... has a very good eye... or very lucky." He groaned yet as he had mentioned a vampire chick, the head of Hellsing drew over. "tell me, what did she look like?" she asked sternly.

Chuckling Ty meeting her eyes with his single eye open, grinned as he shut his eye "can't really recall... she bolted as fast as I saw her.. all I can remember was her blond short hair and she was short..." he murmured... Walter blinking looked over at Integra with a small smile, "it seems.. Seras had survived the attack." He murmured totally ignoring Ty's small groan of pain. Integra sighing crossed her arms loosely over her front as she eyed Walter, "if we can just find her, we may be able to find Alucard." She spoke as Ty weakly eyeing the two waved his left hand trying to get their attention, "um... wounded wolf... uh..." he spoke.

Walter nodding smiled slightly "we find those two, and go from there of what to do next... huh?" Walter feeling his pant legging being tugged, looked down meeting the wolf's eyes as he gave a small smirk, "I don't mean... to interrupt your meaningful chatter, but... my dick and balls nearly got shot off by this Seras gal, if they haven't fully been... all I ask is if you can give me two or three blood bags so I may regenerate my pride before I loose it permanently and the suitcase is on the top of the stairs... thank you..." he spoke. Walter trading glances with Integra, the woman headed up the stairs as Walter going to the fridge drew out two bags of blood handing them gently to Ty as he having dragged himself to a nearby wall, propped himself up while still clinging to his injury.

"we're running very low on the blood supply..." Walter murmured as he watched Ty swiftly begin to gorge on one bag and sighing rested the empty bag beside him, "then... it's getting close for you two to learn how to hunt..." he grumbled and as he began to feed on the other bag, Integra slowly resting the suitcase on the floor looked from Walter to the basement they had called home for some time, the floor bore the weapons and ammunition as the other suitcase laid nearby holding their garments as laying on the table in the still burnt frame, was Integra's father, Arthur Hellsing.

Sighing, Ty drew his eyes shut already feeling the mending take effect, "so you will mend alright?" grumbled Integra as she still kept the strict dominant air around her form. Tyson sighing once more nodded "yes... but it will take a while... I'm out for tonight and tomorrow throughout the day... so... let us chat... when shall we try to find you two coffins to sleep in?" he asked. Integra and Walter glanced at each other as the information from the night before swam in their minds of the knowledge to the ties of coffins and vampires. It seems vampires could indeed sleep anywhere they saw fit, but were accompanied by vivid dreams and or nightmares causing them to not sleep at all peacefully while the coffin allows them to feel fully rested every time and keep out any dreams or nightmares that would keep the vampires from having a proper rest.

Integra looked sternly at Ty, "later..." she spoke making the wolf shrug and sighing itched the top of his head with his left hand as the right was still covered in his blood. "whatever you wish Sir hellsing, alright then how about another, what is the deal with that vampire chick named Seras?" he asked. "Seras Victoria came to work for us when my servant changed her a near three and a half years ago." Integra spoke. Ty eyeing her smiled and shrugged "She seemed very confident in her abilities of getting away..." he spoke with a short chuckle yet groaning eyed his wound, "and... she knows a mans weak spot..." he grumbled. Walter chuckling smiled "that is Ms. Victoria for you..." the retainer murmured as he gave a small chuckle imagining the sight of Seras firing on Tyson.

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(trying to patch up the holes in my body) So everyone still liking my fic, I know at the moment there really is no plot whatsoever, but there will be one soon, I know there will be... or at least I hope... but yeah, hope you enjoyed it and more shall be on its way... so reviews and all that good stuff, my usual banter, till then.