AN: Sorry about this but I'm gonna be swopping POV a lot in this chap. Just a head's up.

Seras awoke with a start…she felt her leg spasm as it had kicked out waking her up. She groaned under the warm sheets, her vision focusing on her all too familiar surroundings. She wanted to just close her eyes and pull the pillow over her head. But she knew that she couldn't just give up and wait for 'dear uncle Alex' to come for her. Seras pushed herself out of bed and got up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and stifling a yawn. She was very tired this morning. And she found herself longing to be woken with Alucard next to her. But she shook her head….bad Seras. What was she thinking lately? Having Alucard just being around her made her seem drunk with ecstasy and hunger for him…

Seras shook her head and stood up. She couldn't stay here much longer. She knew she had to get out of here soon. The question was when and how? She didn't know where to go or how to get anywhere…besides where could she go. Home? She doubted that. Her parents? Less still. But she did have to run soon.

Soon she was ready with her new uniform, but she decided to not put her silver cross she had worn religiously up to now on. Her fingers were poised above the silver, her reflection shining in the gleaming silver. No, what had the religion proved to her? Nothing. What had it given to her? Hope? No. Only hardship, she did not take solace in the catholic faith. She only wanted to shy away from it. Seras pulled her hand away from the cross as if it had burnt her, and settled to the rest of her clothes.

Seras opened the door to go out into the residential corridor when all of a sudden a male Vatican member rushed past her in a hurry. He was flustered and looked like he had rushed in his dressing.

"What's going on?" She yelled at him. But he was already out of hearing range. She sighed until another voice of another member caused her to look up half startled.
"There's a demon running loose. Haven't you heard?" He shouted as he ran past her.

"Huh?" Was all she could say in answer. "Hey wait for me!" She yelled back at the rushing young man. She wanted to know what was going on. Seras tore after the man, his coat flailing behind him as he ran.

Soon enough she came into a large room once again. This one had stone walls with simple glass windows. Not as flamboyant or sophisticated as the dining room, but Seras knew she would hear something here as there was a large crowd of Vatican members in the room. She recognised Heinkel and Yumiko in the crowd but there was no way to reach them, so she settled on standing at the back.

Suddenly she heard the murmur of chatter die down as a scrape of a chair was shifted into position. Seras struggled to see through the crowd, but she didn't need to. As Anderson had risen on the chair. Seras inwardly groaned and rolled her eyes, she shouldn't have come.

"My brothers and sisters! I called you here, but I know some of you have already heard. We are indeed being attacked by a demon from the very deepest pit of hell. Possibly sent up to test our faith my brothers!" At that there was a sudden cheer come from most of the members. Seras glanced around them and watched from the back as they quietened down again. "The demon is in England. Protestant land. But the heathens are not the true knights of god. We are!" At this another cheer rang out. Seras was starting to get annoyed. Who do these people think they were? Oh wait, god's divine agents… "Now, we must all go to England together. It will take a combined effort to beat the Protestants to this one. We will be disadvantaged on their home turf." Seras actually felt herself become excited. Going to England! Going home.

Alex scanned the crowd as he had finished. There at the back was Seras… He inwardly scowled. She had to stay here. And now that she had heard, she may not want to. He wanted her to go and join them, but he just didn't know how to make her ingest or inject the formula into her without keeping her under close watch. But he kept the same smile on his face and pretended not to notice her.

At the Hellsing headquarters…

A late fifties, early sixties looking butler dressed in a sharp suit with long black hair tied back and a single monocle balancing on his nose strode out of the darkness.

"It seems our Vatican informer has informed us of some very sombre news." The cold woman with a steel demeanour Integra sat at her desk bringing a cigar to her lips and opened up her lighter.

"What is it Walter?" She asked. The flame of the lighter piecing the darkness.

"It seems the whole membership of the Vatican section thirteen is on the move." Integra moved her head looking at the butler in confusion. "They have detected a 'presence' in England. Someone, or something is here that shouldn't. A demon of incredible power is being summoned." Integra lit her cigar and inhaled a calming mouthful of smoke.

"Seems someone is dabbling in black magic. Looking for power from a demon. It'll never work." She replied calmly.

"However on some occasions…" Came a voice from the shadows. Neither flinched at the entrance of the infamous Alucard, his crimson cloak pulling last out of the shadows.

"Are you calling yourself a demon Alucard?" Integra asked, she rested her head on the fingers of her hands as they curled together and leaned on the desk.

"I have been called that by many." He replied. But Integra quickly got back to the subject in hand.

"My soldiers will not be able to handle such a threat, as I'd like to wish they could. But now is a time to be realistic, not put our faith in dreams." Integra's chair screeched as she pushed it out and stood up. " I want you to travel to this demon. And eliminate it before they do. This is our land, and I will not let them do as they please. May God be with us." Integra looked back to Alucard, but he had already left.

Seras wondered how she could get to be on the mission…she thought that her family here at the Vatican would be watching her. But a group of members she had not really seen before passed her in the corridor. Hoping this was her chance she followed behind them. At the end of the corridor was a light.

She ran out into the light to see many members of the Vatican preparing planes, men and woman carrying bag of ammo and supplies to the planes. Seras saw the group she had seen before board the plane. She ran towards them as the engine was prepping up, ready to leave as soon as people were on board. The planes were the standard white planes you'd expect at any airport, and the top door was open with the stairs down. A man was stood at the bottom of the steps, he was ushering people on. Then he looked back and saw her.

"Hey miss!" He shouted. "You better get on this one quick, they are all leaving soon!" Seras did a quick check to make sure her sword and gun were on place, and then she sprinted toward the man.

"Thanks" She spoke as she jogged up the steps to get on board. As she was in she heard the man slam the door behind her.

"Right that's it!" She heard the now muffled voice of the man shout. Seras felt her heart beating in her mouth as she realised she was now going back to England! She couldn't help the smile on her face.

She then looked toward the inside of the plane; it was what you'd expect of a military plane. The seats were all along the side as if they would all jump off for a military exercise, the members all stared back at her and some whispered amongst themselves.

Seems she was still known to many… She saw an empty seat next to a man at the top right near her. She sat down and gave the youngish man and quick smile, before fastening her seatbelt. But the man did not return her smile, instead he unbuckled his seatbelt and stood up, walking away to find another seat. Leaving Seras alone. Seras pretended not to care, but she did, that hurt.

All of a sudden the plane shook as it was beginning to lift off, the seatbelts on sign flashed above her as she felt the plane lift into the air.

"Where is she!?" Alex shouted. He had just knocked on her door for her, she wasn't there….he was hoping to catch her getting her gear. But she must already have had it. He raced along to where the planes were getting ready. Across the runway he spotted his niece boarding a plane, he tried to wave at the man letting her on. But he couldn't capture his attention. Alex then ran over to stop her, he had to stop her…But the plane turned away and drove onto the runway! Alex panicked. What can he do now? He had to meet her there now… He cursed silently to himself and prayed that Jesus and the holy father would look after his poor misguided niece.

"Ahh there you are Anderson." The man who had previously let Seras board jogged up to him, Alex prevented himself from reaching for his swords…no. He would not scare this man who was only doing his job. "Your son is waiting for you on the last plane." Alex nodded his thanks and began to walk to the last plane. Where Daren was waving him over.

Seras waited in the stuffy plane with nothing but the engine noise keeping her company. She glanced bored around the inside, the other members were talking to themselves and a few continually pointed at her. She decided to try and ignore that, although it made her feel very uncomfortable. What was she? A freak? Hmmm…better not answer that. But Seras sighed when she noticed there weren't any windows, not near her anyway. She guessed it would be quite some time till they arrived, not as long as the copter ride on the way here, but still would be a good few hours.

As Seras was sat there her hair got into her eyes, she automatically moved her hand to push her hair to the back. When all of a sudden she noticed something… A single black strand of hair was in her face. Coupled with all the blonde it stood out in her vision. How long had that been there? And she was a natural blonde, so it was impossible wasn't it?

The man stood before the symbols, the symbols for power and darkness with fire were carved into the floor, some symbols in human blood. The man was in his thirties and had short black dirty hair with a scarred face and dirty smelly clothes. Blood covered his torn shirt and a crazed look was upon his face. He was a Satanist, and as a boy he studied the texts and spells that fascinated him. He always thought that it was all real, and he grew up sacrificing chickens, then dogs and cats, then up the food chain to humans. His family had been used for this spell. It was a summoning spell for the demon of hell and wrath. He knew it existed. He just knew it did. He dropped one of the bloody knives he held in his hand and tossed it to the side where the dead lifeless bodies of his parents lay. Their throats slit. As more of their blood pooled on the floor and their faces were frozen in surprise and fear.

Spit dribbled down his chin in his excitement, the candles in the room wavered at an invisible wind. He was in his parents house, although not the house he had grown up in. He felt the pulse of dark energy in the house, he had felt it for a while now.

"Now I offer you the last piece." He mumbled. As he rose the knife to cut off his own left hand…when all of a sudden the candles flared brighter and the room filled with light.

"There is no need to do that" A voice spoke. A voice that sounded like nails scraping on a chalk board, although deep and menacing at the same time. "I want you intact for when I come through. The hand of your dead father will do." A smile lit up the mans crazed face and he eagerly went over to his father and slashed at his wrist, several times as the knife was blunt until the hand came clean off it his own. Then he threw the hand into the middle of the circle of symbols. Although it never landed. It hovered in mid air as something materialised out of the air. A giant grasping hand appeared, the hand was fuzzy like it was out of focus yet at the same time was dancing with electrical light. Like a half formed image the clawed giant hand appeared grasping the hand, the hand was so massive it covered the human hand. The blue hand then held the hand tighter and tighter until the hand seemed to be dissolved in the fuzzy blue one.

Then the hand began to rise above the floor, an arm followed it as the blood dried on the floor, after the arm came it's shoulder and head, the head was the same blue as it's arm and hand but it was not human at all. It was skull like but with an elongated jaw with sharp fuzzy like fangs that buzzed in the light. And sharp spike like appendences jutting out the back of its head. It's eyes were hollow, nothing lit them. Then the rest of the body followed human shaped but it was impossibly thin and the legs looked too long for it's body with the same claws on it's feet. When it was fully out of the now disappeared circle it's body crouched over under the ceiling like some sort of ape. "Thanks to you, I get a chance to see this human world I've heard about. And for that I thank you. Now you will receive your reward!" At that the demon screeched and leapt at the crazed man. The man's face filled with panic and he tried to run, but a long arm reached out for him, he raised his knife and swiped at the ghost like arm, but his knife passed right through! The arm reached him but instead of gripping him the demon's hand passed right into him! Sharp burning pain filled his body as the arm followed, the burning pain passed through him. Burns appeared on his body as his body was almost being burnt away! But instead the demon quickly followed it's arm and entered the man. Burning away most his filthy black soul and mind to hell. Until just a sliver remained.

The man was gone, and instead the demon wore the man's skin like clothes. But the demon didn't like his clothes, he wanted the body he had in hell back. So the demon caused the chain reaction that destroyed the man's former body and fashioned it to his own view. The bones crunched and the skin bubbled and shifted, until the body mimicked the fuzzy ghost image from before, this time instead of blue and and an out of focus look, the body was black, with spikes and a large pair of wings attached to his back, a lashing tail threw the fallen furniture around the room. And a drooling mouth lagged a long acid tongue. The creature's eyes were black abyss like crevices.

The creature unfolded his wings as sticky acid dripped off it like a slimy protection, and then proceeded to break through the roof.

"Landing commencing!" A voice sounded through a speaker. Seras was bumped as the plane landed. Where were they? The other members were undoing their seatbelts and so she did as well, unsure of what was going on. She followed the rest of the members out of the plane, onto the grass…where on earth, or England even, were they? Seras saw they were in some kind of farmland the cows and sheep calmly eating grass, ignoring the huge plane on their turf.

"I thought the energy was coming from here…" Someone whispered.

"Yeah that's what I heard." The sun was setting and the pink sky was above them, the plane was only a few hours, but they had travelled out of the time zone into another. The others brought out their weapons anyway and so Seras followed suit. Then all of a sudden above them a few metres away a black portal opened in the air…

"What in God's name?" Another member said.

Minutes before…

The creature was successfully breaking through what remained of the house, it had just broken through the roof when all of a sudden…

"Hello." Alucard spoke to the vile creature, as it poked it's head out of the wreckage. The demon snarled at him as he raised his jackel and pulled the trigger, sending a powerful bullet into the demon's head. And sent it flying back into a ready made shadow portal. Not Alucard's idea, but Integra would have wanted that thing away from humans…

The shadow in the sky grew larger as the smell of Sulphur filled her nose, the last few planes were just landing as all of a sudden a great writhing black body was thrown from the portal and landed on the grassy wetlands. Sending cows flying as it skimmed across the ground.

A red crimson figure followed the demon out of the portal and unlike the demon landed gracefully on the ground. Seras instantly knew who it was. Alucard.

Her heart fluttered in her mouth as she tried to concentrate on the demon that was currently floundering like a fish out of water until it found it's feet and stood up. It's claws raking the ground as it did so. Now even the most dumb and oblivious cow and sheep had ran now, the grassy field comprised of the entire Vatican membership, the demon and Alucard himself. The sun's last flicker of light died away and the moon could be seen high above, a clear sky with flecks of stars as well. But Seras was quickly brought back to where she was when the demon roared, sounding more like the agonising scream of the tortured. Seras flinched at the sound, it was horrible. But she found her hand going to her sword belt and her hand gripped her sword hilt and pulled it out of it's sheath.

"Help me…" A voice spoke. Alucard's voice. Seras looked back to where Alucard was. He was staring right at her. None of the other Vatican members noticed this. They were too busy bringing out their own weapons. Guns surrounded her, Seras then wondered why she had reached for her sword instead. "Help me…" he repeated. She wanted to, but a sudden bang alerted her that the guns were firing, bullets all around her. She didn't want to move in case she got shot! Seras looked back to the demon, holy blessed bullets rained down on it. Like God's wrath itself. But it wasn't enough… The demon screeched again and charged straight at the Vatican members on all fours like some kind of demon bull. The bullets stopped as the members struggled to dive out of the way. Seras quickly dived out of its intended path. She rolled away as the creature tore through the Vatican ranks. When she managed to look up and get a clear view of the demon she just saw the streak of silver as her uncle's weapons flew through the air. They plunged into the head of the demon, the silver blessed blades embedded into the creature's skull. The demon roared in pain and swiped blindly at whatever had hurt it so. Seras stood her sword still in her hand, she was quite far away now, and the demon had its back to her. Suddenly a heavy hand landed on her shoulder.

Alucard watched as Seras jumped as he placed his hand on her shoulder. But as she turned to notice him a great big smile graced her lips. How she adored being near him, so innocent, he heard how her heart had sped up when she noticed him. That annoying beating noise. He didn't understand how humans could live with the noise of the constant thumping.

"You ready?" he asked, sliding his hand off her shoulder and down her arm, caressing her lightly. Then reaching into his jacket and pulling out his second prized weapon. The cassul. Alucard had already removed all of his levels, with permission from Integra of course, on the way here from the portal. Seras had no idea the danger she was in. She was so close to perhaps the closest embodiment of death itself. His hair had already grew down his back, as his hair and shadows do when the levels are gone.

Meanwhile the demon raised its hand up and created an energy ball similar to blue fire, it was concentrated in its hand for a moment before it threw the ball straight at the Vatican members. Screams followed as a few members burnt to ashes. Suddenly more swords were released, this time from the side, Alucard noticed, was this Daren. Seras' cousin. They flew through the air and ripped through one of the wings. The wing hung loose useless. The creature roared and turned to him, not before more shots filled the air as they impacted on the creature's chest and face.

"Let us show them what we can do…" Alucard whispered to her. He reached through their link, which was so very easy now. Both because she was right next to him, and also because she let him. There was nothing stopping him from entering her mind, and gave her a little bit more of himself, the very essence the Vatican were trying to control is in fact nothing to do with Seras. It was Alucard's spirit himself, a part of him was inside her mind. And could activate when he wanted it to. But this time Seras did not use this power without its effects happening more gravely on her body. Alucard watched as her hair grew streaks of black, her eyes turned crimson and the colour drained slightly from her face. He was not worried, these effects would reverse when she was made truly his…well the hair anyway. He laughed inwardly to himself. Before he rose his weapons to the demon, who recognised the dark energy as a threat and turned to him, this time a pure blue fire whip was held it its grip, using it like a whip it sliced Vatican members into pieces as they burned from the touch. "Go!" he spoke suddenly. And Seras as if driven forward by some unknown force charged forwards, her unexpected speed distracted the demon towards her. But Alucard pulled the triggers on his weapons and his onslaught began, the bullets tore through the demon, ripping pieces of its flesh off to fall on the floor. Black blood exploded from the wounds as it screamed in pain, the high pitch scream piecing eardrums of the Vatican members. But a blur that ran to the side of it was unaffected, Seras lept through the air and held her sword above her head, she swung down and sliced through the arm of the demon. The holy sword sending sparks out from where it connected to the unholy darkness of the demon. The arm fell to the floor, before it began to oddly shrivel, and Alucard noticed turned back into a human arm. Seems the human is possessed by this demon after all. All well, it did not matter to Alucard.

Seras half watched herself from afar as her body ran to the beck and call of an unknown master, although she was slowly learning how to control this new part of herself. Her body's senses returned to her full force as she felt the wind in her hair as she rushed by, the demon was right above her, and it was looking right at her. But then bullets tore through the air behind her, she more sensed them then heard or saw them. She flashed to the side as they flew toward the beast, dodging them easily. They ripped into the flesh of the beast and it roared in pain, the ear-splitting screech sent Vatican members to the floor in pain, clutching their ears. But Seras was unaffected; she raced past its flailing arms and struck! Leaping through the air and slicing off the wild black arm, it fell to the floor and flailed like a fish out of water.

Seras landed below the great creature, it's clawed feet inches away. The smell was now almost over-powering, the smell of burning flesh filled her nose. More bangs and shots rang out as Alucard attacked, but as Seras looked toward the noise he was not there! In his place stood a great black hell hound….what on earth was that!? The bullets seemed to tear through it's rippling skin not harming the hound at all, but the wolf-like shape was the same size as the beast, as tall as a house. Seras expected it to charge at the demon, but it never moved, black blood rained down on her from above where the bullets connected with the flesh of the demon. The blood hissed as it hit the grassy ground. Blood dripped on her jacket and a savage burning feeling ran down her back, Seras struggled getting out of her long jacket; the hot burning pain went with it as the tar like substance was threw away with her jacket.

She ran out from underneath the demon, it's clawed feet shifting it's bulk around to face the hell hound. Seras dived out over the swishing tail and rolled on the other side recovering her balance. Suddenly a roar split the stopped the screeching of the demon, a roar of power from the black wolf. Its skin wavering like fog. The remaining Vatican members began to back away now; this was a battle out of their league now. Seras leapt from her remaining position straight onto the creature's back, plunging her sword through the flesh and bone to where she through the heart would be, the black skin seemed thin with the veins pumping just under the skin, almost loosing her step on the slippery liquid film covering its skin. Blood exploded from the wound. She hit the heart, the black lump under the skin was its heart after all. Sticky burning tar splashed onto her gloved hands, the burning pain ripped through her hands, but she held on as the creature rocked and struggled to knock her off. But Seras held onto the sword, the handle now discoloured and ugly from the tar-like blood and dirt. As the creature leapt up she lost a footing but quickly recovered it as she held on for dear life. Then the demon lurched forward and landed on the ground, causing the ground to shake as it did. The beating lump inches underneath her stopped moving….it was dead. Seras immediately struggled to take off her gloves, not taking in anything around her at all, she managed to pull one off and threw that to the floor, and then the other came off soon with the help of the other glove. The burning stopped and luckily she escaped with only a slight redness that was evident on her hands, she hugged them close to her, still feeling the slight burning and the pain. Only just now noticing the tears running down her face in the concentration.

"Alu-Alucard?" She whispered weakly. Seras turned back to the demon to find it was a man, but the figure was cold, dead. There was no way to see his face and most of his body; most of it was mutilated beyond recognition. She turned away from the blood leaking sight immediately. Still holding her hands close to her she was unsure of what to do now.

Alex quickly recovered and rose from the ground, many members were injured, but few had been killed today. And he saw as he rose that the demon was dead. A mere man lay in the demon's stead. But then he saw Seras…she was a delicate little flower about to be trampled by the monster that lay claim to her. She was back to normal with her pure blond hair and blue eyes, Alex needed to get to her before Alucard did or he would lose her! Seras was shaking, although there was no wind, her shoulders shook as tears streaked down her face. The hell hound that was Alucard began to run over to her, every step he took he grew smaller and smaller. Alex seemed to see this in slow motion as horror dawned on his face. Seras looked up and saw Alucard coming toward her. No, this couldn't happen! Alex reached into his jacket pockets for his secret weapon against Alucard. But Alucard was drawing near! He was too close! Now the hell hound had reverted to his vampire form and was coming to embrace Seras, his arms were wide as Seras turned to him. But Alex aimed his gun and fired.

The bullet cut through the air as it travelled on it's journey, Alex's aim was true, Alucard never saw it coming before the bullet pierced the vampire's heart. At first Alucard just seemed irritated, but then realisation dawned on him. Pain filled his facial features as his journey to his love stopped and he fell to the floor. Seras' smile faltered and she went to rush to him, but Alex wouldn't allow it. Never!

"No!" He shouted as he aimed the gun that was meant to piece the King of Vampire's defences at his niece. She looked straight at him, their eyes met. He pulled the trigger. Alex's aim was true once again, but the smile on his face instantly left him when he realised what he had done.

Alucard was in pain, for the first time in his undead life he felt both physical and emotional pain. He was on his knees in the darkness of the grassy fields…a memory flashed across his eyes. His Lucy, killed at the hands of Van Helsing. Her screams as she was stabbed and rendered asunder, for being what they called a monster…no not again. His vision swam into focus as his Seras was shot in the heart, the smile left her face as she fell to her knees. Time seemed to stop as she did so. She plunged to the mud as thunder roared overhead as the first raindrops fell.

"Noooooo!" He screamed in agony and pure fury as his love was lost to him again. Seras turned to him with those blue eyes, she stared at him in the face and smiled. Just a simple smile…then she closed her eyes and fell to the floor. He knew his presence in her mind had made the regenerative abilities that could have saved her null for a while, which made her vulnerable just as she turned back. Just at the moment Alex had shot her. He wanted to tear them all apart, to rend them asunder, to kill them and their families, to make them feel what he felt! There was no God! He just played with them all like pawns on a chess board. And the most influential piece on the board, the queen, was dead. But Alucard's own pain in his chest came back full force, and he spluttered and coughed up blood. There was no longer any reason for him being there, and he felt himself weakening with every passing moment….so he vowed revenge silently and fled. Fled through the darkness and the shadows to his place of solace.

AN: And that's it! Next chapter over to you nlightnd! I listened to Angel of Darkness for the demon fight and the new Mad world for the last bit.

Oooo hang about…should I be hiding now?

(hides just in case)

Oh and please review, we want to know your comments on this.