A/N: Hey guys! Another chapter is up, huzzar! First of all I just want to thank everyone on and off for all of the fantastic feeback! I'ts a good motivator and YES I am open to requests so If you want to see something in this story let me know and I'll see if I can write it in.

Now a few of you have noticed that I'm writing another fic called "I need a holiday!" It pretty much follows the same plot as this fic but with a few tweaks and Im writing it from the characters POV. Its just for a bit of fun really and wont be nearly as in depth as this fic but I like it :P

Anyway! Enough rambling, R&R guys!

Disclaimer: I dont own hellsing or any of its characters *cries*

'Stupid Seras waking up stupid Integra who fell asleep at her stupid desk, gragh I should've known that was a bad Idea.'

Seras was gloomily lugging her heavily packed bags up the many staircases of the dungeon leading up to the mansion; a throbbing red lump was protruding from the side of her head where Integra (in a startled state mind you) saw fit to strike Seras in the side of the head with her thick, heavy ashtray. Immortal or not that shit was gonna hurt.

On the plus side Seras took comfort in the thought that she'd soon be soothing her sore head with a nice cool icepack aboard Integra's expensive, and very comfy, private jet. Not only that but she wasn't even being forced to sleep in her coffin in the cargo bay, a fact which brought much jubilation when Walter told her.

This joy was however short lived when she realised it meant spending nearly 24 hours in the air trapped in a jet with Alucard. It was going to be an awkward flight to say the least, she had barely spoken two words to him since the other night and she had the distinct feeling that he too was avoiding her. Seras couldn't blame her master though; she was having a hard enough time processing everything that happened as it is, imagine how difficult it would be for someone as stoic and emotionless as Alucard.

She prayed that Alucard would have brushed off the matter as some sort of strange dream; the man was a very deep sleeper when he wanted to be.

Eventually Seras made it out of the dungeon and trudged her luggage out to the front courtyard of the mansion where Sir Integra's limousine was due to pull up any moment. She set down the two suitcases onto a pile with the others she had brought up.

The air was especially cold tonight and Seras, despite being technically dead, still shivered in the unseasonably cold march night. She stared up to gaze at the moon, which was half obscured by clouds, hoping to lose herself in her thoughts for a bit. Sadly she was interrupted.

"Good God Police Girl, how much did you pack?"

With a start, Seras turned on the spot to see her master standing against the wall of the mansion, eyeballing with disbelief at her small mountain of luggage.

"M-master!"

"Seras, we are going on a small holiday, not an expedition. Explain all of this." He demanded.

"W-well…I've got my clothes in that one and that one…cleaning products and bedroom stuff in that one…swimwear and beach stuff in that one and the others are full of weapons." Seras suddenly felt very childish when she realised just how much she'd actually packed.

"Swimwear?" Alucard asked, Seras thought she could detect an undertone of disappointment. Did he not want her to have fun? Or worse, did he not like the thought of her in a bikini?

Wait. It wasn't like she was going to parade herself in front of him anyway, right?

"Umm…yes, swimwear" Seras replied, a little pink in the face. "Walter told me that if I kept drinking my blood I would be able to stay out in sunlight, as long as I used that special sunscreen he developed."

"I see…" Alucard raised an eyebrow, "Well don't go flaunting yourself too much Police Girl, we don't want you attracting the attention of every male at this place."

"And what exactly is that meant to mean?" Seras squeaked incredulously.

Alucard opened his mouth to respond but stopped as the footsteps of Integra and Walter could be heard approaching behind them.

Integra and Walter walked out through the large oak doors of the mansion to be greeted by the sight of their two domesticated vampires in the middle of what looked like a rather heated conversation.

"Am I interrupting something?" Integra asked, noting the beet red colour of Seras' face and the awkward expression on Alucard's. She heard a small snicker escape Walter's lips next to her.

"Not at all, my master" Alucard replied coolly. "We were simply engaging in friendly banter whilst waiting for your arrival.

'Hmm, I doubt that.'

"Very well, are you both packed?" She asked.

"Adequately, master. Although I think little Seras here may have gone a tad bit overboard." Alucard chuckled mockingly.

Integra turned to Seras and her eyes widened a little at the sight of her luggage.

"Well…at least you're prepared for anything it seems Seras." She couldn't help but smile a little at the how big the pile of luggage looked compared to the little vampire. "How's your head?"

"Better Sir, thank you." Seras replied, rubbing the spot where Integra had struck her earlier.

"Good. Now we are in for two very long flights before we reach Kumaju. I expect you to drink a regular amount of blood during these Seras. You're still a very young vampire and I don't want you to pass out every time we fly over a moving body of water, understood?"

"Yes Sir!" Seras saluted with a smile.

"Now, as for you" Integra turned to Alucard, "I expect you to behave during the flights, if you don't I shall have no qualms with pushing you out of the jet."

"Of course master, I shall be on my best behaviour for you." Alucard purred with a gentle bow.

Why do I get the feeling I'm going to need a lot of scotch on this flight?

"Good…where's your luggage Alucard?" Integra asked, noting the lack of bags other than those brought by Seras.

"They're already in the car, Sir" Walter replied from behind. "Speaking of which…here it comes!"

The group turned to see the bright headlights of a long black limo rumbling down the large driveway of the Hellsing estate, bearing the license plate 'AVH'. It was a subtle nod to Abraham Van Hellsing, Integra's ancestor and founder of the organisation.

The limo pulled up in front of them and the sharply dressed chauffer stepped out and opened one of the passenger doors. Out stepped Sir Irons who made to greet them.

"Ah! Sir Integra." He half smiled.

"Sir Irons," Integra replied as she shook his hand. "I trust you found Henry's driving to be acceptable?"

"Indeed, I've never known such smooth driving! I think I should get Henry to give my man some training."

"As long as I get him back when I return." Integra chuckled.

Sir Iron's face palled slightly when he eyes Alucard, who he hadn't noticed leaning against the mansion wall before.

"Umm?"

"Don't worry Sir Iron's, he's coming with me…sadly. Her Majesty's orders." Integra grimaced as she spoke the words.

"Oh, excellent" He sighed in relief turning to Walter. "Everything set to go Walter?"

"Yes Sir" The butler replied. "I've left a pair of folders on Sir Integra's desk for you, the blue one contains the details of the men we've hired to bolster our forces in our absence."

"Ah yes… what were they called? Wild Geese wasn't it?"

"Yes Sir. They're a bit rough around the edges but I assure you there's no better group for the job. Their leader, Pip Bernadotte, will be around in the morning for all of the basic introductions."

"Very good Walter."

Integra noticed he gaze shifted suddenly and he gave a start. Apparently he hadn't noticed Seras standing quietly in the dark some distance away from them.

"Oh yes. Sir Irons this is Seras Victoria." She motioned for Seras to come close, and she obediently complied although she did seem a little apprehensive.

"Good evening Sir." Seras said quietly, she extended out her hand. Sir Irons hesitated for a second but then took it in a firm handshake.

"Good evening…Miss Victoria." Integra noted the uncomfortable look on his face. It's not every day you shake hands with a vampire, and Alucard had left a very bad impression on him…understandably.

"I must admit you're not what I had pictured in my mind when Sir Integra had mentioned you at the round table conference."

Integra thought she heard a quiet scoff from Alucard, but she chose to ignore it.

"Um… thank you…Sir?" Seras obviously didn't know what to make of him either. Obviously Alucard had probably been feeding her vicious rumours of the 'Iron Head' of the round table.

"Well…" Integra interrupted, "Introductions aside, we must sadly leave before we're late for our flight."

For real this time. Damn fucking Margaret Thatcher ghost thingy.

"Oh. Of course, we wouldn't want that." Sir Irons smiled at her, "Do take your time to relax, and don't worry, the other knights know nothing of this. According to their reports you're on the continent to build 'inter-agency' relations."

"Thank you." She replied, "A woman by the name of Maria Hampton is filling in for Walter whilst we are away. She will show you to your room. She's waiting inside."

"Very well Sir Integra." Sir Irons shook her hand again, "Have a safe flight."

He made for the doors of the mansion, attempting to avoid making eye contact with Alucard if at all possible. Integra hoped he wouldn't say anything; the Incident with the cow going through Sir Iron's car was still a very fresh memory.

Come on, walk faster! Ok good he's passing Alucard, he's walking up the stairs to the door!

Phew.

Wait…Alucard's turning around…

"Alu-"

"How's the car, Sir Irons?"

"Alucard! Get in the limo, NOW!"

A/N: Ok thats another chapter done. I apologise in advance for any errors as I was unable to get my proof-reader to check this out today so I may re-post a revised version of this if needed.

Might have next chapter up this weekend too guys, stay tuned! :)