Chapter 10

Anderson grinned as he examined Seras through his glasses. He appeared too calm same as last time. But last time she was a mere fledgling, this time would be different.

"Where's tha' friend of yours?" Anderson peered around as if expecting a sudden attack. Seras didn't answer but pulled the trigger of her cassul. The bullet hit it's target and Anderson fell back to the floor. But Seras knew that wouldn't kill him, even a shot in the head. She rushed up to him, but he leapt back up and threw a bayenenet straight at her heart. She dodged easily, but that was only a distraction as Anderson used the same trick as last time and summoned up spells written of his pages. They littered the walls and covered the entire room they were in. A impenetrable barrier for vampires.

"Ha, it seems you can't teach an old dog new tricks." Seras spat. But Anderson laughed at her. Seras faltered…What was he laughing at? But a sudden heaviness hit her…what was going on? The cassul in her hand weighed a ton! Seras had to hold both hands on the gun to keep it held in the air. But that wasn't all, Anderson begaon to walk toward her. That same grin on his face. Seras began to feel the power drained from her…her strength left her, and her stomach felt wrong. Then blood dribbled from her lips….down her chin and onyto the floor.

"What have you…" But Seras couldn't finnish as a heap of blood rushed to her mouth and she puked it out. Seras dropped one hand from the gun, the aim waving as she could no longer hold onto it. Her vision faded slightly, her sunglasses were hindering her sight. She ripped them off and threw them away.

"Ah' see you had blue eyes when you were human…." Anderson spoke.

"How?" Was all Seras could say as another load of blood rushed to her mouth, she put her hand up to stop the flow, but the blood trickled down her fingers. But something even worse happened, she lost her nerve…

Seras dropped to the floor in panic but couldn't see how she was going to get out of this. Her vision blurred as Anderson came close. When he stopped just in front of her. Her laboured breathes using unused muscles and lungs. But blood still rushed to her mouth, she couldn't take this for much more. Seras raised the cassul and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit it's mark, but he didn't even flinch this time. But Seras was in a worse state…Seras dropped the gun as the recoil broke her hand. They say that before you die you receive flashbacks from your life. But Seras had come back alive! Until she would die again, at Anderson's hand. Fear rushed through her mind, she was human! ((AN: Can't be bothered with his accent any more…too hard…))

"Humans don't drink blood…your body is trying to get rid of it all….a vain attempt." Seras tried to back away, but her limps had lost all their strength. She struggled to se through the darkness, but she watched his figure come closer, he stood above her now. Seras cried out as he raised a bayonet to deliver the final blow. But a hand shot out of the shadows! It was covered in the black shadow fur of her enslaved shadow werewolves! It gripped the sword and pulled it from the paladin's hand. The hand threw the sword away, the shadow immediately healed where it had touched it.

That was when she felt it…that same dark presence. It came for her! But she found herself comforted by it's cold feeling. The shadow werewolf rose out from her shadow, it's one head snarled viciously at Anderson. Saliva dripping from it's gaping jaw. It rose higher until it was directly above Seras…as if protecting her. But Seras started to feel better, she felt her pulse stop it's losing fight and the blood stopped coming to her lips.

"What in God's name is that!" Anderson shouted. Seras only took a few last breaths as her lungs once again died away. Her hand healed, but didn't reach out to her weapon because that would take her out from underneath her protector. Her seals were still in place and she had not summoned it…but it was here? She took her good fortiune as a boon and instead let herself be enveloped by the darkness spreading around her. The shadow werewolf completely consumed her, she was inside it! The shadow werewolf pulled itself completely from the floor.

"Do you believe that nightmares can exist?" Seras spoke to him from inside the werewolf. Seras didn't feel in control…not totally of her protector. Only an influence. But Anderson stepped back, now it was his turn to be afraid. He threw one of those pages at her, but it tore in the air before it got near her. Her hulking protector stepped forward, as if trying out it's new body for the first time. The shadows spread from her paws and along the walls, the sheets turning black and falling from the wall as dust. Anderson let out a war cry and launched at her! Her right hand shot up and threw him against the wall, dust fell from the ceiling as he slammed into the wall! But he was not done and ducked out of the werewolf's grasp and slammed a bayonet straight threw it. But the werewolf's fur pulled the sword down until it dropped to the floor, the fur swiling and moulding back into place.

"You filthy monster!" Anderson yelled. The werewolf steeped on Seras' dropped Cassul and absorbed it into it's body, Seras gripped the gun and tuck a hand out of her protector, right out of it's stomach! Anderson looked in surprise before letting out the entire clip on him! He fell back and away, blood covered him, but Seras knew that still wasn't enough, not with her present gun. But Anderson picked himself up of the floor, worry etched into his features.

"I'll get you yet you vampire heathen!" then Anderson vanished into the pages of the bible. The werewolf growled but knew he was gone. By now her shadows had entirely covered the room and the pages were all gone. She called the shadows back to her and she stepped out of her protector. The werewolf looked longingly at her…but answered her as well. He fell back into her shadow, as if that had always been its place.

Elena fidgeted in the car next to Walter.

'What was taking her so long?' She was worried. But she couldn't leave the car…when all of a sudden Seras walked out of the building. Blood covered her front. A sudden thought leapt to mind. Had she been feeding? No, she knows not to…

Elena opened the car door and walked over with as much calm as she could manage. The soldiers backed away from her…they were clearly afraid of her. But Seras didn't seem in the least bit bothered. Elena stopped in front of her.

"Are you alright? What happened?" Elena found herself concerned for her servant. But Seras stayed silent and walked past her. "Answer me, Seras!" She ordered. Seras had lost her glasses and looked back to her, those crimson eyes possibly brighter then ever.

"Tell the Vatican that their dog is off his leash…" Seras said, before vanishing onto thin air. Elena clenched her fist in anger…

'Anderson…' She thought.

Seras made it back to the mansion before the others and found herself rushing to find a mirror. She found the toilets and barged in. But as she examined herself in the mirror, she let out a sigh of both relief and regret. Her eyes were still red…perhaps even brighter, but still red. How had she summoned her shadow werewolf? She was still fully bound…maybe the seals were weakening? But no matter how much she stared at the back of her hand she could not make anything of it. So gave up and another thought came to her, if the seals were truly weakening…then what about Alucard? She shivered as she thought of him out there, unbound. How would Elena react to that? No she couldn't find out. Seras doubted that even she, after all this time would be able to take him out. But the feeling of worry about Alucard stayed with her for only a brief second as a immense thirst came over her. She gripped her stomach as it cried out to her. She had to feed…she could smell everyone remaining in the house. Her instincts told her to find them, to take them. But she struggled with her own instincts as she reappeared in the kitchen. That same waiter from before was in the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" He asked, clearly concened. Sera struggled against herself.

"Get away from me!" She shouted, pushing him away, while gripping her own stomach. She tore the door of the fridge clean off and attacked the contents.

Alucard stood next to the window of his black mansion, similar to his old prisen. Hellsing. He had swore revenge, he was about to get it.

"Soon, my fledgeling….very soon. I will show you the new world. I will unbind you from our old master…"

Alucard continued to stare over his Kingdom. He longed to see his old fledgling…he had waited for 80 years….

Seras panted….she had recovered herself. But now the fridge had barely enough packets to last the rest of the week, the others must have come back because Walter happened to enter the kitchen. Seras found herself wincing slightly as she prepared for the Walter she knew to say something. But he never did…he just stared in absolute amazement. Seras watched him for a few seconds before breaking the silence.

"Sorry about the mess…" Seras started to walk out of the door. But Walter gripped her arm.

"Help me…" But he didn't finish, as he realised what he had said and pulled his hand away as if she had stung him. He stepped away, not in fear…but in more respect. Seras smiled at him. A warm smile, someone who wasn't afraid of her…he really was like the Walter she knew.

"Sure," She helped pick up her discarded blood packets and he pulled the bin over to put them in. Seras put them in and shut the lid. Blood was all over the floor.

"Oh, by the way. I took the job of personal bodyguard to Elena." Seras looked up interested.

"Really, I hadn't heard about this." Walter pulled the bag out of the bin.

"Oh, I thought Miss Hellsing had told you. All well, now you know…Ha, look at this, a bodyguard and the trashman of Hellsing, doing house chores." He laughed. Seras laughed as well,

'Yes it was funny, and he didn't refer to me as the vampire.' She thought. Seras nodded to him,

"Erm, where is the mop and bucket? It's a bit of a mess here…" But Walter shrugged.

"No clue, ask a servant that it needs to be done as soon as possible." Walter went out the back door of the kitchen with the back. Seras exited through the other door, the waiter from before was sat outside the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" She asked. He looked up terrified of her. But she tried to be friendly. "Erm, there's a mess in there. It needs cleaning up." She pointed to the kitchen. He mumbled something about wanting a different job before entering the kitchen. She heard him swear as she walked off back to her room, she found herself extremely tired. The dark corridors gave her no warmth…no company. The soldiers and servants rushed past, not speaking to her. Or even nodding to her as a greeting, they shied away from her a bit. As if trying to keep away.

'How did Alucard cope with this?' She felt like she would go insane…