Chapter IV

Third Person POV

There had been an overall jovial aura surrounding the usually somber environment: the time for Seras' return to the Hellsing Manor had finally come and Integra had had a grin plastered on her face since the sun kissed the sky.

"Finally," she whispered with a tremble in her voice "finally, she will be home."

Her indulgence in her joy was short lived, interrupted by a sudden tapping at the door.

"Who is it?"

The office door slowly crept open followed by a well dressed man who carried a metal suitcase. Though he was young, his posture emanated propriety and his accent was thick with Old English.

"It's Conrad, Sir. I believe that Miss Victoria is due in about…" he glanced at his pocket watch "46 seconds. I would like to take this time to confirm whether or not you are certain about supplying a vampire with a weapon such as this."

"Do not question me Conrad," Integra bit out.

The years had only increased the amount of authority with which Integra spoke, forcing the butler to obey.

"Understood, sir."

She rose with dignity from her seat and walked toward the window, noticing how the color of the moon had started to morph into a beautiful crimson.

Her unfading grin widened.

"She's here."

"Long time no see, Sir," a feminine voice rang from within the room.

Integra concealed her grin and turned around to walk over to the draculina.

"Seras."

"Yes, Sir?"

Integra's face softened and wrapped her arms around Seras.

"Welcome back."

Seras smiled, her undead heart trembling from the overwhelming sense of familiarity.

"It's nice to be back. Um, Sir?"

"Yes, Seras?"

Seras fidgeted.

"I need to tell you something. Or rather, I need to introduce you to someone…"

Integra let Seras go and raised an eyebrow.

"Did the young draculina find love on her journey for power?" Integra's words took on a teasing tone.

"Sir, please don't tease me on my first day back."

"Whatever you say, Police Girl."

The nostalgia came flooding in with the old nickname.

"Izaiah, come in."

Izaiah materialized before Seras angled towards Integra, raising an arm across his chest before he bowed.

"Hello, Sir. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Integra was stunned beyond all words when her mind processed what, or who, was before her.

"A-Alucard?"

Izaiah lifted his head and stared at Integra. The name had sounded familiar on her tongue, but he couldn't understand why she had addressed him as such.

"Alucard?"

"No, it cannot be. Forgive me. You just reminded me of someone that I used to know."

Izaiah smiled.

"It's ok, Master said that the first time she met me as well."

"Master?"

"Seras. Seras is my Master."

Integra glanced at Seras and then back at Izaiah but said nothing, leaving Seras to feel disquieted about Integra's lack of a reaction concerning Izaiah but not for long.

"Seras, meet me after this is over. I have something to talk to you about."

Seras felt a chill run down her spine.

"Understood, Sir."

"Now then, let's get to your welcome back present."

Integra motioned for Conrad to step forward.

"Seras, this is Conrad Valentino, my new butler. Conrad, this is Seras Victoria, the new commander of the WG-II."

"WG-II?"

"It stands for Wild Geese II."

"Sir…"

"I know what you want to say Seras, but I have already made my decision about this matter and there is to be no changes."

"Yes, Sir."

Integra went to the oak desk where Conrad had set down the metal case and entered the passcode. A quick click could be heard before Integra spoke again.

"Seras, this will be your new weapon."

"New weapon?"

"Come and take a look at it."

Seras walked over to where Integra was and immediately came to a halt.

What she found encased in it made her eyes widen and her breath catch.

"The Casull…"

"Yes, one of the guns that your Master left behind. We managed to find it during your 20 year vacation, Police Girl."

Integra grinned once again.

"Police Girl?" Izaiah teased.

Seras tensed for moment before she relaxed. Izaiah had been feeling confused ever since setting foot in the Hellsing Mansion. Everything surrounding him seemed so strange yet so familiar.

"That was my nick name." Seras replied.

"I see… it suits you somehow."

"Seras," Integra intervened.

"Sir?"

"The meeting is adjourned, but you will stay here with me. We have much to talk about."

At that, Seras knew the conversation that was about to take place could no longer be delayed.

"Izaiah, I need to talk to Sir Integra alone. Let Conrad show you to your room. I will be with you in a minute."

"Yes, my Master."

Izaiah bowed and turned to leave with the butler. When the door clicked shut Integra moved to a couch.

"Police Girl. Explain."

Seras walked to the chair opposite of the couch Integra had settled on. She wondered how Integra still managed to scare her even after the 20 years she had spent traveling around the world. Her voice started off small.

"When you dismissed me 20 years ago, I was lost. I had no idea where to go so I traveled aimlessly... All the while, Master's voice continuously echoed throughout my mind, corroding the thin connection between me and my human sanity.

I thought that I'd be able to return to normal if I could feel a little closer to Master and so I went to Romania and just wandered in that area of Europe. After around a year, I met Izaiah in an alley in Italy. Milan, to be exact, and we've stayed together ever since." Her voice grew surer as she continued.

"Why did you turn him?"

Seras closed her eyes and started speaking in a detached tone that became harder and harder to maintain as her story progressed.

"When I first saw him, I thought that I had found Master and I was shocked beyond words. He was just like him but, when I got closer to him, I saw that he was human. I knew that he was not Master and yet I still couldn't bring myself to part from him because of my own weakness.

We stayed together normally for a year before one day Master's voice inside me became maddening. By the time I realized it, I had already killed him and he was still wearing a smile... Smiling... For me... Since then, we've stayed together."

"Do you love him, Seras?"

"... No. I would't have admitted this 20 years ago but, I love Master."

"Does Izaiah know about his resemblance to Alucard?"

"No."

"You should tell him."

"But-"

Integra held up a hand.

"No, Seras. He deserves to know. I can see the way he looks at you."

"Understood, Sir."