Anderson sat in the copter while Integra stared at him dead in the face, you could almost hear the daggers clashing in the air. Walter sat by his mistress with little concern on his face. Anderson perhaps was more annoyed by him then her.

They were close now to the Hellsing house, Anderson had never even seen the house even though he had visited London countless times. The whirring of many copters sounded through his ears, all decorated with the Hellsing coat of arms. All held soldiers and ammunition, more like a personal army then a league against the undead. But then again, she did see this as a war against the undead. Anderson glanced around at the helicopters just outside the windows, one held his sworn enemy, who he had watched just regain his powers, another must hold his niece. Which he knew he had most likely lost her to the darkness as well, but if he could free her mind from the darkness her body would follow as well. But then Anderson thought back to what his own dear niece Seras had done to the Iscariot organization itself, she had single-handedly decimated it to within a brink of death. Not even a feat Alucard could boast of. As much as that demented vampire would want to.

Integra stared at the hateful paladin, he just grinned at her as he continued to stare out of the window at the copters surrounding the one she was in. Thinking back she agreed with Walter's original thought that she should not ride in the same copter as the paladin, but she wanted to keep an eye on him all the same. She chewed on her unlit cigar without thought; the sooner they got back to headquarters the better.

Alucard's eyes weakly opened. His eyes took in his surroundings immediately, he was lay down on one of Hellsing's standard copters. The deafening noise outside proving him correct. His usual red garb still adorned him, and even when he sat up from his position lying down his hat never moved, as if it was stuck to him. Willing his usual orange glasses to his face he looked behind him.

"Glad your awake." A male voice spoke. It was the same mercenary Pip, looks like he had not been spooked off yet. But his voice did not sound glad to see him, quite the opposite. Pip was sat on the other side of the small room inside the copter, sitting over another bed similar to he one Alucard had woken up in. Was his Seras. Although something was very different about her…

Her hair was black as the night and her skin was as pale as snow. Like the snow white from the stories, she looked like a female version of Alucard. "She's a pretty one, isn't she?" Pip spoke, as if the woman below was perfectly fine. He brought out a cigarette and was about to bring it to his lips.

"Don't you dare." Alucard growled. Seras was already dying as it was, she didn't need to breathe in cigarette smoke as well. Pip shrugged and put away his cigarette. Alucard dove to Seras immediately, his coat flowing behind him as he did. He could still hear a pulse, but it was faint, as if it had been stained for too long, and was on it's last minutes. Alucard placed his fingers over her mouth, breath lightly caressed them, she still breathed. But it was heavy and laboured. Her skin was too pale for someone who was still living, like one of the dead herself, and her hair…what was that with? Was it his darkness? Did that do that to her? Alucard never would have thought he would have to rely on a mortal human heart again, but the second time now in merely hours had him relying on the weak human muscle to stay alive. But this time it was not his own dead heart, but for his love.

"We are nearly there sir." Walter spoke beside Integra. Snapping her out of her staring match with Anderson. Anderson smirked at her before turning and once again staring out at the streets of London.

"Take ours and the copter with Alucard and Seras to land on the roof. The rest can land outside. The soldiers need rest unless there are any more disturbances tonight." She ordered. Walter nodded and spoke into a microphone attached to his ear.

"My, my, taking me right into the wolves den are ye?" Anderson said. Integra snapped her attention back to him and glared at him. She possibly liked this less then he did.

Soon enough the two copters landed on the roof of the Hellsing organization's mansion. Integra was helped out by Walter, who stood by her at all times. Anderson got out by himself before the copter lifted back off into the air again with a great whir of the blades. Similarly, next to the first copter was the second, and Anderson looked over to see his arch rival Alucard standing there before the door of the copter had even opened, his back was to him but he'd recognise that coat a mile away. Resisting the urge to fling a sword in his direction he noticed that once the doors opened another male figure he didn't recognise pushed out a bed with the help of Alucard. A girl lay on the bed, he had to double-take her appearance before he recognised her.

Seras… How was she still alive after all this? He wished she had, but it had only now just hit him, how did she? Plus what happened to her? Her hair was black as coal, did Alucard do that to her? To foul her image even more? As if he knew he was there, Alucard suddenly turned in his direction and glared at him. But Anderson shrugged it off and turned to where Walter and Integra were waiting.

Integra guided the paladin down through the winding staircase from the roof down to her own office. Soon enough Integra was sat in her usual leather chair with Walter stood beside her, she leaned her arms on the desk as Anderson stood before her.

"Aren't you going to offer me a seat?" Andeson chimed. Glancing at Walter. But he never moved, and Integra didn't respond.

"First things first Anderson. Why are you here?" Anderson turned and scowled.

"I am not here by choice, I was sent here by the pope himself. We ask that you help your fellow humans. As servants of God you should send us supplies to recover from such a loss on our part." Anderson repeated the lines he was told to say. But when he looked back up at Integra and Walter both of them stared at him with their mouths open in shock. He cringed, he knew this was coming. Integra coughed as she tried to recover.

"You must be joking! After all this time you now seek our help!? I know those aren't your words Paladin, and whoever told you them is a fool!" She spat at him. "One little girl causes the Iscariot organisation to fall to its knees and you expect me to help?" She generally started to laugh at this…and Anderson forced himself not to downright attack her there and then. So Anderson decided to say something of his own.

"I see you have taken me directly to your main base, you can't refuse me when I know where you are." He tried to threaten. But Integra once again brushed it off.

"Pah, you've known where this base is and what it really is for years now. Don't think you can fool me with that. I'm not so stupid as to bring you here if I did not already think you knew. You've had a member secretly working for you as long as I can remember." Anderson was about to say something. "Don't bother saying anything, I know, and I returned the favour. I have always had a member in your ranks all this time as well." At this Anderson inwardly swore. He did not know this "But now it is time for you to finally answer my questions."

Alucard ran by the bed as it was wheeled along, Pip pushed it from behind as they made their way to the infirmary. Too slow, they were going too slow. Alucard looked over her white face, she was slipping, then panic rose in his chest as he sensed her heart stop. Pip of course did not notice a thing. But Alucard then breathed out the breath he wasn't aware he was holding when her heart began again. That was the final straw for him. He stopped Pip pushing the bed and then unclipped the belts strapping her down while she was in the copter, pushing his hands under the sheets to grip her back.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Pip yelled at him, seeing what he was doing. But Alucard didn't answer. He lifted her off the bed, the sheets falling off onto the bed, her heart sped slightly, as if it sensed he was near. But whether it was fear or joy, he didn't care anymore. Seras wore only a small hospital gown as she was lifted into the air. Before Alucard began to disappear into the floor below him. "You can't!" Pip shouted after him. Alucard wasn't sure if he had guessed what he was going to do. But he didn't care.

"Watch me." He spoke. A trademark grin that hadn't been seen in weeks appeared on his face.

"Why did your organisation have such a fascination with her? What were you trying to do to her? And what did you do to Alucard?" Integra continued.

"All very good questions. Seras held the Iscariot's interest as she held a power no one else possessed. The power that rivalled a vampire, in a mortal? It was amazing. Simply amazing." He spoke as if Seras was nothing more then an animal. Or a test subject. " We sought to help her control that power. To help her grow. But your little vampire pet got in her way of that goal. And I do not know if she will ever reach it." Integra gritted her teeth…but then said.

"And so?"

"So…she was to be reborn as a new paladin, a greater paladin then even me. To be a greater weapon to even destroy your monstrous servant!" He spoke with a mad look in his eyes. Integra couldn't believe it.

"You used her!? She trusted you as her family and you used her!?" She yelled. Anderson stopped and looked over at her.

"She was to be honoured by becoming a holy knight." Integra stood up from her chair.

"You stupid half-twit! I bet you didn't even ask her what she wanted?! Did you? Besides…." Integra laughed at this point. As she pieced the puzzle together in her head. "Those powers you stated that could rival a vampire's….Alucard had an interest in her didn't he? So he would have protected her in any way he could, even if that meant channelling some of his powers through a shared link with her." At this Anderson's face paled, as he realised that all the plans would have come to nothing even if it did work. That explains the certain times the powers seemed to surface, and how the paladin regenerating serum hardly worked. It was all Alucard's doing….

"Damn!" Anderson shouted as he whacked the desk with the flat of his hand.

"That explains why it backfired!" Integra was interested again. She sat back down on her chair, then noticing Walter relax next to her then. "We came up with a special kind of bullet to get rid of everything that makes a vampire, generally turning them mortal. It was thought to be perfect and even work on your monster. But it couldn't have been foreseen what would happen to Seras. How she would have all of his powers instead of the little she had."

Integra listened to the words of the paladin. Seems he was misguided all this time, but that did not excuse him. And for what? The near destruction of the Vatican? Integra sighed and picked up another cigar from the box on her desk, it was perhaps her third this night, she was going through them too fast, but she needed it at the moment. Walter was instantly there by her side, with a lighter under the cigar. Once it was lit he stood back up and off to the side, ever guarding her. Even as her retainer his loyalty did not waver. Integra took in a puff of the calming smoke and blew it out of her mouth, letting the smoke float into the air, she eyed it as it rose.

"Anderson, a car is waiting outside to take you to the nearest airport. I assume you are going back to your headquarters now." She said, without questioning him. She then began to busy herself with papers and documents on the desk, not even looking at Anderson any more. But Anderson was not happy.

"So what is your answer in aiding us?" But Integra grinned as she picked up a pen.

"No." She put pen to paper and began to scrawl. "Go beg someone else, because you'll find no help here." At that Anderson's face went red with rage. Before he turned his back to her and began to storm out of her office.

"You Protestants are all the same!" Then he was gone, with Walter chasing him to make sure he got out of the building as quickly as possible. But Integra stopped writing and put her pen down.

"You'll find real English people, with protestant blood in our veins are not push overs. And will not sway to you, just because your banner supports the same God as we do. Catholics…" She sighed and picked up her pen once again.

But as she was finishing her last report her phone began to ring. She stopped what she was doing and picked it up.

"Sir Integra." It was Walter.

"Yes Walter? What is it?" She asked.

"Anderson has just left, but I am worried."

"Don't worry, I doubt Anderson will cause any more trouble." She told him.

"That isn't what I'm worried about. Master Alucard has taken miss Seras away with him, I have a very concerned Pip here with me. I do believe her days in the sun are limited. One way or another…" He confessed.

"I agree."

"Do you wish for me to go down to stop him?" He asked immediately.

Stop him? What for?" She replied. But a stunned silence was on the other end.

"….I assumed that you'd…"

"No Walter, whatever Alucard decides it is not in human hands anymore. I can not and will not stop him."

"But…" He tried to say.

"Yes, perhaps I should. Perhaps my father would have done. But I am not my father. And having practically grew up with Alucard I see him as my friend as well as my servant. I cannot deny him a choice that is his alone to make." She finished. Walter struggled to recover from his stunned silence.

"….y-yes sir. I see what you mean." With that the two put the phones down back in their places.

Alucard held Seras gently in his arms, now so close to him he could feel how cold she was. But her eyes began to open none the less.

"Seras?" He whispered hopefully. But then her head lolled back and her eyes were once again shut. He had brought them to his quarters, the place he knew they could be alone. He glanced over the room, there was no bed to place her. But his coffin that lay in the middle of the floor. So he quickly removed the coffin lid by pushing it off with his foot, then placing the limp Seras inside, his arm still under her head as he watched her. Her scent wafted up to him, her sweat virgin blood called to him, just as it had done on that fateful day all those years ago. But she seemed to gather strength from somewhere, as again her eyes opened, and this time locked onto him in focus.

"Alu-card?" She whispered weakly. Hardly above a whisper, but his vampire ears picked up on it. She was a fighter, she didn't want to die.

AN: Aaaannd I'm leaving it there…aren't I cruel? Haha.

Nlightnd wants to write the next chapter so I'm letting he have her wish. This chap is shorter then I wanted it to be but all well.