1The Passion of Fear and Hate

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing. This goes for all chapters so I don't have to make a disclaimer every time.

AN: Meh...here's the next chapter...This is a bit slow, I could have done better. But it turned out to be a bit of a filler. The next one is where the fun starts. Believe me, it will be good. This is kind of a cliffhangery type thing leading to the next chapter.

Seras slowly opened her eyes, she knew the sun had set an hour or so ago, but she was just now ready to get out of bed and face the world. She hit the button to raise the lid of her coffin and sat up, running a hand through her ruffled strawberry blond hair. Arms extended to all directions as she did a full stretch. She turned her head to see the pail on her table, a light sigh escaping her lips.

She hopped out of bed and padded across the room to the bathroom, her pink nightgown swishing around mid thigh. The normal routine of showering was soon done as well as combing through her hair and brushing those fangs of hers. Alucard had told her to get rid of these human habits, but she didn't think she could resist the relaxation of her shower and the other normal things. Plus, she hadn't yet learned to clean herself with only her mind yet.

She sat down in one of the chairs that was situated around the table in the middle of the room. "To drink or not to drink, that is the question." She smirked, a light laugh escaping her lips. Her smile soon disappeared, a frown emerging as she lifted the packet and tore the top off of it. The sweet sent of blood drifted to her nose causing her mouth to water. Her fangs lengthened despite of trying to hold them back. She growled low in her throat and ran to the bathroom, flushing the contents down the toilet. Her eyes lingered on the porcelain bowl for a few moments, she never used it. "Why IS there a toilet in here?"

She shook the though off as she got dressed in her uniform, time to see if there are any missions tonight. She walked through the halls of the Hellsing Manor towards Sir Integra's office, running into the Angel of Death on her way. "Hello Walter."

"Good evening Miss Victoria." He paused as he looked over the young woman, a frown crossing his lips. "You look quite pale today."

"Umm...I'm just not feeling very well." Cough. "Well, I have to go see Sir Integra, take care Walter." Seras began to sprint down the halls quickly taking a corner. Walter could only look after her, his head shaking lightly.

"I don't think that girl will ever learn."

Integra sat in her office, the white smoke drifting up from the burning cigar that hung loosely from her lips. Those pale blue eyes looked to the red clad man standing before her.

"There are no missions tonight Alucard, and I have tons of paperwork to do from the last mission, so if you would please leave, if would be greatly appreciated."

"Oh but Master, it is so much fun annoying you. I love to bring out that vein on your neck that seems to pop out when you are really angry. It has yet to appear tonight."

And then it did as Integra looked up, snubbing out the cigar. Her hand was moving towards the gun strapped to the bottom of her mahogany desk, but she stopped short as a knock was heard on the door. She sighed. "What could it be now? Come in."

Seras peeked her head inside the room spotting the Hellsing and her Master. She walked in and saluted, her eyes glancing Alucard afterwards. "Are there any missions tonight Sir?"

"No, and if there were, I wouldn't allow you to go out in your present state."

Seras' eyebrows furrowed. "And why is that, may I ask.?" Now, Integra wasn't in the greatest of moods, so she wasn't planning on using her manners.

"Have you looked in the mirror lately Officer Victoria. You skin is nearly transparent, your eyes are pale, and they have dark circles on them, and if you didn't notice before, you have a few very noticeable bruises from where you ran into things, probably not even that hard. You are lacking in iron, which means you haven't been drinking your blood." Integra's voice seemed to rise in volume and in strength as she continued to speak.

"I will not have you endangering my men. I would never send a vampire as weak as you are into the field. All it would lead to is more deaths that we can afford. If you do not begin taking nourishment, I will have to see to it that you are no longer a bother on this organization."

That was harsh. But Alucard could do nothing but stand back as Integra's wrath was unleashed upon his fledgling. He could see the tears threatening to spill out from her eyes as the verbal assault continued. But a smirk appeared, Integra was probably PMSing. That would be fun later. He had tuned out after a few minutes until Integra had come to a close.

"You WILL drink your blood Seras Victoria, or certain repercussions will follow. Is that clearly understood?"

"Yes Sir Integra."

"You are dismissed." Alucard watched as the girl; quickly turned and walked out of the office. He could hear her sobs as the door shut behind her. He then turned to his master. "I think you may have been a bit to hard on her my Master."

Integra's cold eyes turned to him, a fire burning beneath them. "AND YOU!" She pulled the gun from under her desk, pointing it at him and firing a couple of rounds into the wall behind him. "You need to get your fledgling to drink her blood, I don't care how you do it, but I will tolerate this no longer. And I heard through our blood link the comment about me PMSing, and if you come anywhere near me this time I will personally castrate you myself. And it won't be pretty." She let off another shot just below his waist, missing him by an inch.

His grin didn't quite reach his eyes as he phased through the wall. That woman could really scare him sometimes. He glanced out one of the windows at the end of the hall. He would talk to Seras before she goes to bed, once the next meal has been given. He had to put some sense into her before his Master took action. And he could see only one way to do so.