Chapter#2: At Hellsing HQ

That same night…

Darkness descended over the streets of London, a blood moon watched over the clueless people who dared to go out at night. The air was clear, a slight breeze blew through the trees moving their leaves in a rhythmic pattern...

It was the perfect night for a hunt... Too bad he couldn't do that anymore. He was bound to the same blood that had defeated him all those years ago, the same blood he despised and respected so much at the same time.

He was no longer free to do as he wished.

Oh, how he wanted to feel it once again: to sink his fangs into soft warm flesh and rejoice on the feeling of the hot sweet liquid running down his throat, and bathe on the fear that the eyes of his prey would show. His throat began to ache at the thought, and the fact that he was stuck with these plastic bags made his blood boil. He gripped the arms of the antique throne and dug his nails in it, gritting his teeth. He could do nothing about it.

The thrill of the battle was gone, seeing as the enemies were no longer worth it, not even that blond pathetic idiot who deemed himself so powerful, and he was but a puppet on the hands of a human from that cursed bloodline.

Ah...But, what an interesting human his master was: so fun to tease. The raven-haired man snorted, crossing his legs and leaning forward, resting his head on his left hand, a tired expression on his face.

And there was also his new fledgling, the police girl. She was entertaining enough, but at the end she had come out to be just as disappointing as everything else: she didn't even drink blood.

His features changed, a deep frown marring his face now.

He needed action, some source of entertaining to keep him busy, but, no matter what he did or how many things he killed, he still felt bored.

His thoughts were interrupted by his master's call, there was a new mission.

"Police girl, wake up. We have work to do".

Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was a powerful and intelligent woman. She was a force to be reckoned with and not someone to be taken for granted. She was standing in her office, puffing the smoke of her third cigar that afternoon towards the open window, from where you could see the faint spark of a star.

To say the leader of Hellsing was angry was an understatement. She was beyond furious. Not only had her pet vampire decided it would be fun to disobey her, but the Vatican had chosen that moment to rub in all her faults and to "kindly" remind her she wasn't apt to lead the organization, and that Hellsing was a danger not only to London, but to the whole world as well.

And to add insult to injury, she now had to care for another vampire who refused to drink blood, a decrease of the Hellsing Staff due to the Valentine's attack, and the cleaning of the whole mansion because of that dreadful attack! She was angry, angry and tired.

The vampire attacks hadn't ceased a bit, and now the fucking Nazis were involved as well. Sometimes she wished she had some free time. She really needed a vacation.

Pinching the sides of her nose with her fingers, lifting her oversized round glasses, she sat down on the big chair behind her desk. She took a minute to relax herself and to take a deep breath, and she clicked the button of her phone, calling Walter. She needed tea.

Minutes later, said butler was at the door with a trail containing a piece of a delicious-looking chocolate cake and an empty teacup. He peacefully placed them on the table near the Hellsing heir, and proceeded to serve the hot earl grey to his exhausted Lady.

She never showed any emotion in front of others, but having raised her up gave the old man a little knowledge about her feelings all the time. And he could tell that she was more than tired now.

Setting the teapot on the trail, he handed her the cup with a smile along with a file. Integra looked at it uninterested; she already knew what was in there: another report of a new freak attack. Those vacations should have to wait a little more. She sighed and took the file, opening it. Then she thanked Walter and used the mental bond to call Alucard.

Not a minute had passed when shadows began to form into the office; darkness engulfed the room as the dark menacing tendrils formed the shape of a man. The Hellsing leader wasn't at all impressed by this little display, after all, everybody knew the ancient vampire liked to show off quite a bit.

She continued looking through the papers on the great oak desk, the man beside her just gave a knowing smile. Not even looking up when the door was opened nervously by the clumsy figure of a young blond woman. Just as she reached her sire's side, the iron maiden began to spoke:

"There have been some alerts of freak attacks on the south of London. Take the men with you in case you may need help with the remaining civilians. I want the lowest number of casualties possible. We have had too many these days, understood? Search and destroy! And Alucard, don't cause another scene. I don't want to deal again with an angry Vatican; it's already hard enough when they are not."

"Oh, you wound me, my Master. Did you really think I would do something like that?" The vampire King said in a mocking tone, placing his hand over his non-beating heart.

"Don't make me lock you in that dungeon again, servant!" Integra shouted, slamming her hands on the table, luckily avoiding any object in it. But this only made the undead one laugh.

She glared at him before turning her icy eyes towards the blond girl.

"And Police girl, you are going with him. You need to gain more experience in the battlefield and this may be a good opportunity. I don't want a scaredy cat as my soldier. You are both dismissed." Seras cringed a bit when Integra said that, but her master was right: she needed more practice.

Closing the huge door behind her, she sighed and walked down the corridor and down the stairs until she reached the door to her room. It was dark, given that it has no windows. After all, it was a basement.

She could stand the darkness and even sleeping in a coffin, but there was one thing that she could not bring herself to do.

She turned her head slightly to stare at the blood pack sitting on the table, the ice on the bucket long melted. She looked at it for a long time before looking down in shame. The newly turned vampire knew her master was disappointed with her refusal to drink blood, but she couldn't do it. If she did it, she would lose the small part of her that still clung to her humanity.

Seras quickly forgot about the blood, took the weapon that Walter had given her days before, and headed for the main gates where the rest of the staff would be waiting.

It had been a good thirty minutes before they had arrived at the place, and they were all now preparing their weapons, and themselves, for battle.

Although they had been doing this for a long time, there was always this feeling of dread about fighting the undead, and it was more present now that they had lost nearly all the soldiers.

Seras, however, was unsure. True, she was a police officer and she knew how to fire a gun, but she was such a noob, and to make things worse, her master was nowhere to be seen.

"I guess he really doesn't like working with humans".

Swallowing and taking unnecessary deep breaths to calm herself, she motioned for the men to follow her and to be alert; their job was to kill the ghouls while Alucard dealt with the vampire, and to help any possible survivors.

They had already killed over fifty ghouls. It was so difficult to do it: they were the families the freak had killed. There were women and young adults.

The newborn vampire had to remind herself that they were empty vessels now, creatures without a mind or soul, but she still had to close her eyes when shooting at the children.

As they run deeper into the chaos, their hopes to find any survivors decreased. All they could find was more ghouls, half eaten bodies, some of them children, which they had to shoot too, just in case they would turn into more monsters. And the ever present smell of blood and death made their stomachs turn and twist in disgust.

It wasn't until they had completely cleaned the area that they decided to rest and check the ammunition. Seras was cleaning her Harkonen when she picked a distant sound.

It was very faint but it was definitely there. She looked up to check on her comrades to see if they had heard it too. Seeing as none of them noticed anything, she realized it had to be very far. She got up from the spot she had been occupying near one of the trucks and quickly made her way towards the sound.

The more she run the more she could make out the distinctive sound of a ring tone.

"Maybe there is someone left, after all". She thought happily at the possibility, picking up the speed; a smile now present on her face.

She arrived just in time to see her master facing the vampire, who was holding a girl no older than herself. She eyed the scene and couldn't help but think that it was too familiar.

It had too many similarities with her death day.

"Oh no…" She whispered. "I have to help her."

With this in mind, she readied her cannon and aimed for the head of that disgusting bastard.

She was going to prove herself useful.