Chapter three! Right now, I am sick in bed and feeling horrible… ugh.

The next day she woke late. Her head ached a bit, but for the most part she felt fine. She noticed her clothes were laid out on her dresser, and her breakfast was on a small table by her heavily curtained window. "Walter…" She murmured with a small smile. She was beginning to like him. She felt kind of sad. She should already like him. Well, she could tell why she liked him before.

A sharp knock came at her door. "Sir Integra?" Seras called. "Come in." Integra called. Seras entered, slightly nervously. "Um…well, I was wondering if you would like to go to the firing range now." She said. "Let me get dressed first." Integra said, gesturing to her clothes then the door. "Oh, right, sorry." Seras replied, scuttling out the door.

Integra got dressed, her outfit being another black suit. She left her room, and met Seras in the hallway. "Are you ready?" She asked. She looked slightly out of place. As if she wasn't accustomed to asking Integra things like this. "Yes" Integra replied, following Seras down the hall.

Integra looked around the firing range in curiosity. She even flinched sometimes when a gun went off. Seras looked almost frightened. She wasn't accustomed to seeing the master of her master so different.

Clearing her throat, she handed Integra a small handgun. Integra's eyes grew wide. "A gun!" She tried to hand it back to her, but Seras pushed it into her hands. "You were never afraid of guns before, Sir Integra. Take it, and shoot. I never saw any woman who could shoot as well as you could." She said boldly.

Integra nodded, took the gun, and aimed for the nearby target. She shot. She didn't even hit the target. "I can't do it." She said, putting the gun down on a table. "Don't say that!" Seras said sharply, a trail of blood leaking from her right eye. "I can't believe you're giving up so easily!"

"Don't you dare take such an impertinent tone with me!" Integra ordered sharply. Seras stared wide eyed at her as she snatched up the gun, took aim, and fired three shots. All hitting the mark.

Then she put the gun down, staring at it as though it were a living thing. Seras was still staring at her. "I don't know where that came from." Integra muttered under her breath.

A few hours later Integra was being put through a crash course of her old job. She was learning pretty well, though her and Walter had made an agreement that She would probably wouldn't be able to go out in the field again.

Days past, and she grew steadily accustomed to what was expected of her. She still had no memories of what she was supposed to do, but she had Walter, and that's what mattered.

One night, as she was passing by her old office, she saw Walter at her desk. This wasn't surprising, since he had taken on her paperwork. His head was in his hands.

"Walter? What's the matter?" She asked, walking into the room. He looked up at her and sighed. "I just got off the phone with a member of the round table. It seems that your memory loss has become known to your fellow knights. They are meeting tomorrow to decide on who should take over Hellsing. They feel you are incapable. Then there is the matter of Arucard." He wiped his face. Integra slowly realized just how old he looked.

"Who is this 'Arucard' person?" She wondered aloud. He looked at her for a moment. "You don't rememer?" Walter asked. She shook her head. "He's…complicated. I believe that, if he hasn't made himself known to you, then you shouldn't worry right now." He said, picking up a stack of papers from the desk and leaving the room.

She was angry. She didn't know why. Hellsing didn't mean much to her now, though she supposed it must have before. Why would they take it away? Walter could handle everything, right? But something told her he couldn't. That she was needed for this job, and that the whole thing fell apart without her at the canter.

She was wandering the halls, deep in these thoughts. She went down flights of stairs, down narrow hallways, until she reached a door. She looked up, coming out of her thoughts. "Where am I?" She wondered. This place, wherever it was, frightened her. It wasn't just the large metal door, or the blood smeared across it, but it felt frightening.

For some reason unknown to her, she opened the door, and walked down the dark steps. It was cold. Cold and unfeeling. She was scared. The darkness was so complete, so quiet.

She reached a new hall, and a room lit by a torch. In this room was a presence. It made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. But she could see no one. She slumped to the ground in tears. It was bad enough that she couldn't remember anything, but now how many people had she let down? Hellsing was being taken from her, and she didn't even understand the importance of it. After staring at portrait of a man on her office wall, Walter had told her it was her father, Arthur. She couldn't even recognize her own father.

She screamed in frustration and hit the stone ground. Then she cried again. For everything she couldn't do, couldn't remember.

"Who dares come here?" A voice asked. It came from the shadows. Firm, masculine, and menacing. Integra looked up, fear running through her. A man formed himself from the shadows at the opposite end of the room. He had shoulder length black hair, wild and unkempt. His clothing was black, like her suit she wore now, save for a long, red coat.

"I asked you a question!" The man cried. "Integra H-Hellsing." She stammered. The man laughed. His laugh was cold, maniacal. "You? That's funny." He approached her, bent down, and pulled her up by her collar. Her back was pressed against the cold wall. Her heartbeat increased.

"You have the audacity to call yourself a Hellsing? After that pathetic tearful display of yours? Ha! You're as much a Hellsing as I am!" He dug a gloved hand into her shoulder. "Let me go! Please!" Integra pleaded, attempting to pull away. "How pitiful. You're begging now? And you call yourself a Hellsing! You'd be braver as a ghoul. His hand dug deeper into her shoulder, and she felt it break skin.

"Quit playing pretend, little girl! Look At this." He held up the hand he had pierced her shoulder with. It was gloved and had her blood shimmering on it. "You don't even bleed like a Hellsing. This blood is full of fear!" He shouted, licking the blood off of his fingers. "But that isn't what makes you pathetic. Not the fact that you're losing Hellsing, but that you're afraid of me. Me, of all people. Tell me, do I frighten you now?" He asked. She nodded. "Exactly. I'm going to drink you dry right here. No one can here you scream down here."

He touched her neck with his other hand. "Get off, please."

"Get off."

"Get off!"

"GET OFF SERVANT! I, Integral Fairbrooke Wingates Hellsing command you to let me go this instant, ARUCARD!" Her shout filled the room. Slowly, Arucard let go, and backed off a few feet. Integra's memories came back in a rush. She staggered for a moment, then held herself steady and erect. "How dare you touch me like that, Arucard!" she said sharply, before turning and walking out of the basement.

"Walter!" She shouted from the doorway of her office. He looked up. "I want Sir Penwood on the phone this instant. And I want you to reprimand Captain Bernadette for any idiotic stunt he's been pulling in my absence. And I want Arucard suspended from blood for a month. My shoulder's a bloody mess thanks to him. What are you waiting for? Get a move on!" She instructed. Walter snapped out of the shock he was in and headed out the door.

Integra sighed and slumped down in her chair. Her head ached a the sight of all the paperwork she had missed.

"Thank you, Arucard. When I was lost, you found me."

The end. Ha! Now I have a headache…ooh…Well, Please review. I am going to go lay down now.