DISCLAIMER: Getting to the problem. There's a sudden breakout of vampires with unknown motives and no masters. Sound familiar?

I must also warn that this chapter contains inappropriate content for children. Contains cutting, alcohol and drug usage.

Chapter 3: Two Sides of One Face

Flying a plane is fine. Flying in turbulence is not. Added to the misery of having my head tucked halfway down a barf bag, I was tucked into a little seat next to yours truly. And he happened to be grinning gleefully at my demise.

"Now, now, now, sweetheart," he said mockingly, "this ride can't be worse than what you make it out to be."

I glared at him over the corner of my bag just as the plane made a violent jerk. My stomach flipped upside down with a crash and the words on the tip of my tongue died in the dry heaves of an empty stomach running on acid. Alucard laughed soundly at the sight and I swore royally inside my head. The cruel bastard.

For the millionth time, I asked myself what the hell I've gotten myself into. And every time, the answer comes back to me non revokable: the adventure of a lifetime that I myself had deemed priceless.

Priceless bullshit, that's what it was. My youth, down the drain, just to experience an aching hunger that all my culinary experience couldn't satiate, and the intolerable cold that, were I human, would have killed me . . . only, I can't stand the heat either, and Integra's worthless humans have the nerve to complain about it. I glare once more at the man I've pinned the blame on. His cute flattery and twisted words landed me on this Ride of Hell. And his bitch of a mistress had quite the nerve to accuse me of "disturbing the mortal peace."

The bitch.

"We'll be there soon," the vampire said, "You can put all your frustration into finding those anarchic vampires that you've influenced."

I gave him a long glare, preparing the largest spit ball known to immortal kind . . . then, the plane did another jerky movement and I lost it in the bag of regurgitated food. To spare you the rest of my gory details I'll recount the tale of The Vampiress and The Bitch. The one that got me on this plane headed to the United States of Warmongers.

In the middle of the night, in Aaron's room.

We were just playing around, doing what I liked to do—drink, smoke, and cut. I was lying on his bed, a blunt in between my fingers, and a glass of vintage wine, which name I couldn't pronounce, in my other hand. The best part about it was that Aaron was sitting on my naked ass, a razor in his nimble fingers. He was cutting away, expertly at the skin on my back with little pain to spare. The hole thing sent chills up my spine, and every time Aaron got to a specifically sensitive spot he would clench my ass with his thighs and put his face really close to my skin, breathing on it softly to incite the tastiest of tremors. He was a fucking teaser and he knew it. I had asked him to do this because he used to be an artist, one of the best, and I had wanted the job to be the best of the best. So I waited through the marring of my back, tensing when he tensed, and getting ever more wet as the heat built in the room. From time to time his tongue would flick across my skin to lick up drops of blood. The sex was great at the end of our little session . . . or, it would have been great had we not been interrupted by the Maiden of the Damned.

She came in without so much as a bang on the wall, floating a foot in the air, and in perfect view of my back and Aaron's goods. I threw up a storm after that and Saras swore she'd never tell anyone. She didn't have to, after all, she was Alucard's and he could see into her soul without so much as an excuse. The cat was out of the bag and I was in a tight pinch for sure.

"Integra requests your audience."

I looked up to find Micheal gazing in at me in the parlor. I forgot he was even here, with me moving around in the day and nearly all of the house's occupants avoiding me unless necessary. I completely forgot about what he and I had talked about before coming here, which worked in our favor. The last thing Integra needed was for her quiet suspicion of me to be proved correct.

"What does she want?" I asked him innocently, "to apologize for her rude behavior?"

"I do not know why she wants to see you but it is no laughing matter. You know what is at stake here. Think of more than just yourself, for once, even if your life has turned into a lousy existence."

"Easy for you to say, Micheal. Very easy for you to say since you're a respected vampire."

"There is no reason for Integra Hellsing to respect you. 'You must give to get.' Isn't that what you told me when we first met?"

"All I want to know is why she's wasting both of our time?"

"She's decided what to do with you."

I jumped at Alucard's unusually cruel voice. It held no amusement or any space for protest. The man was standing just behind Micheal. The two made an uncanny pair and the contrast of Micheal's silver hair to Alucard's dark features were striking. My guess was that Alucard had been waiting there all along, out of sight, but I didn't sense him. My power was diminishing fast and in the deep shit I was sinking into, no doubt we were sitting at the poker table— Integra Hellsing, Alucard, and I.

"Good evening passengers of Flight 97. You have touched down at the Groton New London Airport. Please proceed to the baggage claim inside the airport and thank you for your service."

The woman's peppy voice woke me up from my comforting stupor. I openly glared at her until Alucard stood and blocked my view. He indicated the exit at the opposite side of the jet, with his head. I silently obeyed.

The night was cool and clear. Not a dark greyish inky blot marred the sky. There weren't any stars either, the moon halfway through its cycle. I scanned the trees for any unwelcome visitors and was pleased. We were now out of the house and onto the chest board. If Integra Hellsing thought I was to be a pawn to draw out these uncomely bastards, she was very wrong. This was stage one, and for the millionth time, I replay an incessant conversation over in my head.

"Integra isn't the type of woman who misses small details. This is her line of expertise, you must play your part without flaw. I will teach you, but it won't be easy and the moment you slack I'll terminate your lessons."

The voice continued as if it had never been interrupted. As if the vampire was standing right here, invisible, whispering clearly into my ear.

"You will learn everything you need to know in the little time we have. Integra Hellsing has an uncanny ability of locating vampires and you are no exception, so we must act fast."

"But, I'm here with you."

"All the more reason of her to suspect you, wouldn't you agree? You will learn all the history of every vampire there ever was..."

Alucard led the way into the reception area. We collected what bags we had and proceeded to the cars waiting outside. Aaron was not allowed on this trip, but Saras was. I could sense her sleeping form in the anonymous coach van waiting outside.

I must drink.

So much for thinking that thought too late.

When I looked up again it was into Alucard's worried eyes. It was the first time I had really seen such emotion in the red marbles, so, at first, I was knocked pond.

"Sarah?"

I took a deep breath so that he knew I was still alive...or something like that. So that he knew I was feeling fine and dandy. Which was strange, because there was something wrong with the picture in front of me. Alucard was sitting over me, and looking down. It was like I was lying in a hole; and at the end of the hole, was the light. What the hell?

"Why am I lying in a coffin?"

"Just so that we'll be sure nothing goes against our plans."

"Is that right?"

Alucard slid off the side of the coffin and put his hand on the lid, "By the way, you can't crawl through these walls, so don't waste your energy. Okay, sweetheart?"

The lid shut, blocking out all source of light and plunging me, once again, into binding darkness. For a split moment I began to panic. What if something happened to Alucard and everybody else, and I was stuck like this? How long would it take for someone to find me?

I felt Alucard's presence leave and relaxed.

"What about her vampires, Saras and Alucard?"

"Saras is no match against you as you are no match against Alucard."

"In my current state. You can teach me how to fight him and win, can you not?"

"The only weakness any vampire has is his or her master. Alucard must obey Integra at all costs. Keep Integra and Alucard separated and he will have to act on your level. But, be careful, Integra will have thought of every worst case scenario with Alucard concerned. You will be taking countless chances, and you will have only a short amount of time to act before he becomes desperate. At that moment, your time will run out. Alucard has been alive for nearly a millennia, if not longer. He is a killing machine. Don't underestimate him."

The clock was now ticking and there was no going back. I slowed the beat of my cold heart, inhaling and exhaling in an imitation of mortal sleep. It worked a bit too. I wanted nothing more than to just close my eyes and wait until Alucard came back for my sleeping body. Oblivion was begging for my conscious, but there were other things to be taken care of.

"As you know, if well trained you can become as strong as Alucard. One of the things I will teach you now is how to become mist."

"You know that is scientifically impossible."

He back handed her, causing four neat cuts across her cheek.

"Shut up when I am talking."

My body began to relax as I was taught. My weakened particles and atoms relaxed, broke apart, and rearranged. Since vampires are the walking dead, they have some advantages mother nature has given them. Mist was one of them. I relaxed even more until I felt the uncanny sensation of my body cool. My skin and my bones became indestructible moisture. The change was like peeling a blister, only I was peeling my skin, peeling my muscles and tendons, peeling chips of hardened tissue from my bones.

The mist that was my body slipped through the cracks and minute holes of silver.

"Your acting must be flawless. Alucard must not know the extent of your knowledge. You will have a single moment of surprise...a single moment and no more."

Author's Note: I apologize, but I must end it there. If you want me to continue, I must get more reviewers. More reviewers, More love! I was never known for self inspiration.