Well, it's my first Hellsing fanfic.

Read and review, all feedback (flames included) welcome.

Here ya go.

"Are you sure Miss Integra," Walter asked. His hands were folded behind his back. The former Angel of Death was speaking with Sir Integra Hellsing, the head of Hellsing mansion and the secret society.

"Yes," Integra said, "Yes I'm sure. The blood work came in today."

"And the father," Walter asked.

"He's gone," Integra said, "He disappeared, we assume he was among the gouls that were killed two months ago."

"So," a voice drawled out, "My master has finally managed to get herself knocked up?" Alucard phased through the floor, Seras right behind him. Integra went to light up, a headache coming just as it always did when Alucard was around.

"Ah!" Walter exclaimed, snatching the cigar from Integra's grasp, "I'm afraid you will have to do without for a few months, Miss Integra." Integra expressed her displeasure by turning her cigar box over to Walter and throwing her letter opener into the wall, lodging it deep in the woodwork.

"Now, now master," Alucard said, "We mustn't get upset now. Might cause stress to that bundle of joy."

"Alucard," Integra said, "You know what this means." Integra took her seat again, her head in her hand. "You know what I have to do." Alucard suddenly looked worried, which caused Seras worry. Her master was never worried when it came to Integra. "If the child is male…"

"Yes I know," Alucard said, "Is there any way around it?"

"No," Integra said, "I'm afraid we'll have to complete the process as soon as possible."

"If you will just allow me to seal up my room," Alucard said, still keeping his arrogant air about him, "The last time it was just dreadful getting the dust out of my coffin."

"Go," Integra said, "And don't even think about trying anything." Alucard phased through the floor with a very confused Seras.

"Do you think that was a wise idea," Walter asked. He had always though that Integra and Alucard had potential for more then a master-servant relationship. Now, with Integra pregnant, all thoughts of that would have to be gone.

"What else can we do," Integra said, "We can't even risk the child being male. If it is then he'll be under the control of a child. I can't let that happen. He will have to be sealed away."

"Perhaps you should be the one to do it," Walter said, "Your grandfather had me do it the last time, it was terrible trying to get him into that jacket. I think I still have the scar."

"Yes," Integra said, "I'll do it, but you'll need to lock Seras up."

"Certainly, Miss Integra," Walter said, bowing. "I shall go talk to Seras about the situation."

"We'll seal Alucard tonight and Seras in the morning," Integra said, "We may even free her. She's never really gotten used to being a vampire."

"Yes Integra," Walter said, holding the door open for her. The two then began the long trip to the basement of the Hellsing mansion.

In the basement:

"What the hell was that all about," Seras screamed at Alucard, "What the hell is going on."

"Integra went and got herself fucked," Alucard explain, still hurt that she had not even considered him as a potential mate. She had to go and get herself knocked up by some lowly human. "Now she's knocked up and we need to be seal away incase the child is male. If he is then my control will pass to him and I will be free to rain down oblivion on the humans."

"Oh," Seras said meekly, "Still, why do they have to lock us up? It's not fucking fair!" Seras pulled out her pistol and shot several times in the bulletproof wall, venting her anger on the walls around her.

"Go away Police girl," Alucard said, closing his coffin. It was like saying goodbye to an old friend. She stalked through the wall, still fuming. Alucard then began placing enchantments and spells around his room, making sure no one could get in. He closed everything down and locked the door, placing yet another enchantment over the lock so only his key could open it. Integra pulled at his mind, he knew where to find her. He passed down into the bowls of the mansion, to the containment room where she had first found him. He smiled at the irony, the first place they met and the last they would probably speak in.

"Alucard," Integra said. She was lurking just in the shadows.

"Yes," he inquired, "What is it my master."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry," she said, "For everything." She walked out into the false light and put her head on his chest. She was tearing herself up inside, he could feel it. Why do I have to do this? She asked herself, Alucard sometimes wished he couldn't read minds. It should have been him, why can't I let him stay with me? Why didn't I just make a selfish choice for once, do something I needed to do for me? Why, oh why does it have to end like this? Alucard put his arms around Integra, reading the feelings that were pouring out of her. Anger, resignation, regret, and, the most odd one, fear. He had never sensed fear on his master since the first day he met her, except for the one time when he almost died. She had cut her own arm to re-supply him with blood. He felt the blood coursing through her now, the Hellsing blood. Hellsing blood was rich and smooth; he could still remember the taste of it running over his fangs. He could get drunk off his Master's blood. Integra drew away, he looked down at her. She was afraid, so much like the brave young girl he had met so many years ago.

"You are the least selfish person I have ever met," Alucard said, surprisingly tender, "I wish you could have led a normal life, but then I would have never known you." He, surprising the woman before him, kissed the top of her head and then removed his hat, glasses, and overcoat. He took the straight jacket, lying there for so many years and slipped it over his head. "Come on," he said, his head hanging low, "Let's get this over with."

Integra watched as Alucard put the packet on. She had not ordered him to do so, she wondered if it had been this easy to restrain him so many centuries ago when he was first bound in this old basement. He looked at her, and wrapped his arms around himself, waiting for her to tie up the sleeves and buckles. She did so, tears spilling down her face. It would not be so heard if she did not love him so much. He turned around and sat. She picked up the chain from the wall and placed the shackle around his neck, tears still spilling from her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Alucard," was all she could say when the process was done, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye," he said, she closed the door. It was only then that he barely whispered, "Integra." He let the few blood tears he could generate spill from his eyes. Then darkness took him.

That night, Integra lay in her bed; despair knowing at the edges of her mind. She was utterly alone. The one man, no vampire, she had loved had to be locked up for the sake of the child in her belly. She put her hand on her stomach, which would soon be expanding to hold her child, and felt her heart swell a little. Maybe this could be bearable, even without the support that had been in her life since she was ten. Integra let more tears spill from her eyes and silently cried herself to sleep.

Well, What do you think? This idea had been bothering me for a while.

Review please, feedback sparks my imagination.

Thanks for reading .

P.S. I'm hoping to get five reviews before I update, but I'll settle for one. I don't even care if they are all flames. Just give me some feedback.

--Verya

PPS: I am searching for the name of the Arbiter in HALO 2, his real name. If you know it, Please e-mail me.

-Verya (once again)