1The Passion of Fear and Hate

AN: Well, I'm back. This is the first update in a while, sorry if it's a bit short, I'm a little rusty. But please enjoy the chapter. I give thanks to all of those who reviewed, asking me to resume the story.

Seras shifted lightly as the thick veil of sleep lifted from above her eyes. She could faintly feel fingers brushing against the side of her face, a smile lifting her lips, hoping it was her master. But as her consciousness returned, thoughts of the what had gone on in the last few days flooded into her mind. Crimson hues flew open to see the male vampire laying beside her. Her body sat up to quickly, her head hitting the top of the coffin, a groan was given as she fell back onto the soft pillows.

"Now, now Seras, I don't need you hurting yourself." Seras said nothing at the comment, she just tried to get away, scooting to the far edge of the coffinbed. She watched as Kyrian pressed the button to lift the lid. She thought to get away, but then felt the chain on her wrist pulling lightly, and all of her thoughts for escape left her.

Kyrian sat up as the lid was pulled back to become the hardtop canopy. His eyes raked over the trembling form of Seras. A whimper escaped her lips as he leaned over her, reaching for a blood packet from the mini freezer. "Drink."

The word was met with silence. Kyrian growled lightly and tore the packet open with his teeth. With one hand, Kyrian moved Seras' hands so that she sat on them, his own body leaning down on her lap to keep her from moving them.

"What are you doing!"

"If you won't drink, I'll make you." And with that, Kyrian grabbed the small nose of Seras and pinched it closed, the hand holding the blood packet, being brought up and tilted against her lips. After a few short moments of choking, Seras finally gave in and drank down the red contents of the bag. Kyrian knew it would work, Seras still believed in breathing. So she had to drink it quickly.

With that, Kyrian stood, his body already perfectly dressed. "He'll be looking for you now Seras, though I think he knows where to find you. This being our old house." He grinned, pulling the sheets from over Seras' form. She pushed herself against the headboard, looking on in horror, the words of last night echoing through her mind.

"Don't worry Seras, I have re thought my plans for you. Raping you wouldn't really do anything, considering you are already a vampire. And killing you would only further Alucard's rage. I certainly wouldn't want him to be angry with me anymore than he already is. Though you will still be used as bait."

Seras could only let out a held breath, glad that her fate had changed, though she still had no clue as to what was transpiring. She watched as a key was produced, the key to her chains. Pale blond strands of hair caressed her cheek as he bent down to unlock her. "This can go one of two ways Seras, please choose the easiest."

But as soon as that click was heard, Seras bolted. She tried to knock Kyrian down as she ran past, but only succeeded in moving him out of the way. The door was in her sights, the door she didn't know where it lead. But she knew it lead outside. Her fingers curled around the brass handle, a shock running through her. The first pulse was static shock, so she turned the knob, about to push through as the second wave ran through her. The jolt seemed to speed along her body in an instant. Her legs became rubbery, giving out from under her in a moment. Her limp body sat slumped against the door, her eyes, still aware and seeing, watched as Kyrian walked gracefully toward her. "I knew you'd choose the hard way."

Alucard flew out of the Hellsing house like a bat out of Hell, well, bats actually. He knew where he was heading, to his old house. Kyrian's house. His mind was a storm of chaos, anger and even fear swirling with worry for his fledgling and hate for his former lover. But a true storm began to build outside, spreading with the anger he had as his flew at breakneck speeds toward the old cemetery. The rain came down in sheets, the lights of houses and building below him flickering as he flew by.

The cemetery was in his sights, his form once more being the solid vampire that he was. Looking all business, his coat and hat in place, his sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, hiding the flames contained in her crimson hues. He could feel Seras here, but where, he wasn't sure. He stepped closer to the mausoleum that lead to the house underground, but the closer his boots took him, the farther away her presence seemed to get.

He growled, fingering his jacket underneath his coat. "I know she is here." were his whispered words, the low notes carried away by the howling wind. His mind went searching, looking through out the entire cemetery. She has to be here, where are you hiding her Kyrian?

But all was silent with the exception of the wind. Alucard began to walk, his anger boiling over from his mind, causing his fists to clench, his teeth to the grind. But suddenly a small sound reached him. His eyes darted around, looking for the source, only to realize what it had been. A whimper...in his mind. Seras? His words were soft, and met with silence.

His eye continued to scan before the fell upon a church, not to far in the distance, overlooking the cemetery. "MASTER!"

The words were heard in his mind and also on the wind. Kyrian probably thought it funny. Putting her in a place so sacred, a church like the one him and Seras had met in. Pain had filled her voice. What was he doing to her?

Guns were placed in hand as his feet hopped from the ground, his boots barely touching the cold stone as he hopped from crypt to crypt. Anger filled his body, electricity filled the air. A loud boom of thunder ripped its way through the sky, drowning out the wind. Lightening lit his face moments later, both fear and anger shone on Alucard's pale skin. I'm coming for you Seras.

Only moments later, Alucard had reached the church, standing in front of the large wooden doors. The rain pelted down upon him, his hand long gone by the wind, by he cared not. She was here. He could smell her, he could smell her blood. His fangs lengthened, his nails sharpened. Both his Jackal and his Casull were held in his hands. A sense of deja vu filled him as he kicked in the old door, his guns nearly dropping to the floor as he stared at the sight before him.

AN: DUN DUN DUNNNNN! A cliffy for my first day back, it feels good to write again.