Integra watched as Alucard came closer to her, his arm slid away from Seras' waist as he did so. Leaving her by the wall.

"Walter, please could you make sure that Seras is comfortable here." He smiled at his old friend. Walter bowed to show he understood, he would do as he asked for his friend. But as Integra's gaze travelled behind Alucard she noticed something….Seras' eyes had turned back to blue! So she wasn't a true vampire yet, she should have known, Alucard isn't allowed to drink fresh human blood without her consent, unless circumstances were dire. So of course Seras would not have either, she was now somewhat under her control as well, perhaps more indirectly, but nonetheless she was.

Alucard didn't seem to notice her eye colour as he wasn't looking at her, he was smirking at his master, maybe for his apparent achievement and victory over the Vatican. "Are there any matters for me to attend to tonight?" He mused. But Integra shook her head.

"I will call you if I need to, you know that."

Seras felt herself shaking and struggling to take this all in, she had woken up and all of a sudden she was here, a yellow uniform adorned her body. She wasn't sure where it was from, or who put it on…although she could guess who. He made his own clothes disappear and reappear…maybe he could actually imagine clothes and make them real. The clothes companies would have a fit. That thought made her smile, but then with that motion her fatigue set in worse, she was so tired, and very thirsty. Like she hadn't drunk in days. Her throat was parched and her mouth was dry. But then a voice woke her from her daydream.

"Seras Victoria." A strong female voice brought her to attention, like her days back in the police force, which seemed so long ago now. Seras unintentionally clicked her heels and stood up straight. At this all the occupants in the room looked over at her. Heat rose to her face at what she did. But Integra smiled. "Now there's a girl who knows how to act, you've been taught well over these years." Alucard looked back to her with a raised eyebrow. Before he smiled as well and chuckled. "Now I need to talk to you…alone." At this Walter immediately turned and left the room, Alucard took a little longer, perhaps to see if she meant it, but when she didn't acknowledge him he faded away into the shadows, Seras watched him as he went, her eyes wide in fascination.

But then Integra cleared her throat. Causing Seras to look back at her.

"Yes?"

"Now Seras, I know you are a servant of Alucard at the moment, so you count as one of mine." She ignored Seras' face at being called a servant twice in the same sentence. "So now you must serve me and the Hellsing line as Alucard, you master, does. But you are in fact more free then he is. I cannot stop you directly from drinking the blood of any innocents and ravaging human-kind. But if you do such a thing I will be forced to slay you in the name of Hellsing. Do you understand?" She asked, more forcefully now. Seras didn't answer, she just merely nodded. "Now, on a lighter note, Walter will be getting a room for you, you should rest and recover." Seras was just about to ask why she isn't sharing a room with her master, but recovered herself before she did. She was not ready yet, and Integra knew it.

Seras sat in her new room, Walter had shown her the way. He must have prepared it for her while she was talking to Integra. It was a dark dank room, no windows and no natural light source invaded the room. Only the lamps dotted around and the candle on the table lit the room. The room was sparsely furnished but it felt like the pieces were only trying to hide the fact that this was not a real room at all. Seras was sat at her new table, her head leaning on her hands as she scanned the room. In the corner of the small room there was a coffin, a small wooden coffin. There was no way she could sleep in that…Besides where did Walter get that from so quickly? Maybe it was one of Alucard's…an old one…yeah that made sense, no way could they have known she would come. Seras dragged her gaze away from the coffin and to the door. As if she sensed someone was there…sure enough the door opened and in came a smiling Walter.

"I have your first meal here at Hellsing with me." He chimed all too cheery. She groaned as she sat up, her imagination making her think of bacon and eggs, or toast, the breakfast of humans…but then she saw he was carrying a bucket. He walked over and set it down on the table. With it her imagination showed her blood, what she would really be having from now on…she sighed inwardly. What she wouldn't give for one of her uncle's bacon butties right now. "It will be cold, I'm told it affects the taste, but as you haven't tasted fresh you should be fine right?" But then he noticed her face. "I'm sorry, I'm sure this is too much too fast for you."

"No, no, it's fine. Thank you." Seras spoke. Causing the butler to carry on, he set the bucket down on the table with a thud and then turned to go out of the room, that's when she noticed that he held a second bucket in his other hand. "Is that for master?" She was going to say Alucard, but her tongue gave way to 'master' instead. Her face grew confused but Walter did not see.

"Yes, why do you ask?" He said.

"Oh no reason. I was just wondering." She replied. Her voice soft in the small room.

"Ok then. Good night Miss Victoria." With that he shut the door. Leaving her staring at the small bag in the ice filled bucket. She couldn't help but feel weird at the prospect of drinking it, what would it taste like? She had drank blood before, but that was when she was not quite sane, and she could hardly remember it. In fact, perhaps luckily, she could not remember the events at all. Seras moved to pick up the bag, she felt the cold, but it did not bother her like it would have done as a human. Just another thing to remind her what had happened. The ice crunched as she lifted the bag out of the bucket, she glanced at the table, nothing to cut it with and nothing to pour it with…wait, she had fangs didn't she? Seras licked her tongue to the front of her mouth just to make sure, sure enough there they were, instead of sharp canines were a set of long and very sharp fangs. She was expected to puncture the bag herself and drink from it that way? Seras they have helped a little bit on her first night…and where was Alucard?

Seras turned the bag over in her hands, testing it's weight and examining the packet. Type A, a common blood type she remembered. But she was only delaying the inevitable, shaking slightly she brought the bag to her lips she opened her mouth. Then she suddenly felt silly….but she ignored it and bit down. Puncturing the plastic and almost dropping the bag as the blood spilled into her mouth. The coppery taste set her mind on fire as she struggled to suck the wondrous contents out of the bag, the cold blood was being squeezed out by her fingers as she did do. She couldn't describe the taste, like the sugary candy of a child's favourite sweet, yet also like the taste of chocolate that you know is bad for you, yet you don't care. She found herself sucking and squeezing the bag in her effort to drag out every last drop from the bag. And finding emptiness when she realised the bag was dry.

"You looked like you enjoyed that." A voice spoke. Alucard's. Seras immediately dropped the bag and got up, her chair screeching back as she did so.

"Master…" Alucard smiled at the word. But then continued.

"That is nothing compared to real blood. Real blood from the drugged up loser tastes better then that. You'll see someday, like for me last night I tasted heaven. Your blood, a virgin's blood. Oh you can get addicted to that stuff, I assure you." Seras just stood there, unsure of what to say or do in his apparent monologue. But then he looked back up at her. "You eyes are beautiful right now. They are as crimson as the blood we drink." She moved her hands to her face…her eyes were different? As Alucard stood close to her and she wondered whether she should move back Walter suddenly shoved open the door. The door banged onto the brick behind it as he did so.

"Alucard! What are you still doing here!?"

Alucard groaned behind her as she looked over. But then as she looked back to him he was gone. Disappeared into the air as if he was never there. Seras looked back to the old butler Walter, his face had relaxed now Alucard was gone.

"What's wrong?" She asked, confused by their behaviour.

"Alucard is going to be very busy, and I was surprised he had not left for tonight's mission yet. As the Vatican have no agents to use against the vampires anymore, well for a while anyway." Seras bit her lip as she realised why they hardly had any agents left. A sudden flashback flashed in front of her eyes, of snarling, growling, crunching and blood. "Miss Victoria?" Walter suddenly spoke, awakening Seras from her dream.

"I'm sorry Walter, I don't know what happened then." But Walter's face was only filled with warmth and concern for her.

"It's no problem, get some rest tonight. Your Hellsing work starts tomorrow night, you will be on the elite team of Hellsing troops for class B vampires."

"Class B?" Seras found herself asking.

"Yes, Alucard handles the class A that normally only a paladin could take on." Seras nodded as her eyes began to close as she stood there. "I've kept you too long, your body needs rest. Even though it isn't sunrise yet, you should sleep. Gather your strength, you'll need it tomorrow." He smiled.

"Yes, thank you." Seras smiled back at him, then he proceeded to close the door to her room. Leaving her in the eerie silence of her room. She glanced over to her coffin. "I'm not going to like this…" She mumbled as she sleepily walked over to the coffin.

She stared at the offending item as it almost glared back at her, daring her to just not sleep tonight at all.

But in fact, she didn't think she'd be able to anyway. She was tired to be sure, but how could she sleep during the day? It was weird. What was she supposed to do now? She was supposed to 'rest' …great. Seras looked around her room, for anything that she could look at or do. There on her wall was a mirror, her reflection stared back at her.

"Well I'm glad the myth of vampires having no reflection isn't true." She thought about not being able to see herself for the rest of her life… she would always be afraid of that one crumb she had missed on her face, or that one piece of hair that stood up. That thought made her smile, but then looking at the reflection she noticed how quickly her skin had become pale, not like the dead but like someone sick, someone who had no colour in their face. Seras had to force her gaze away. That action made her gaze upon a small book case on the far wall. A few scattered books lay there, covered in dust. At this Seras got up and moved toward them, she tried to read the spines, but they were of the old sort and annoying kind with no text on the spine of the book. She reached up and picked one of them up, she brought the front of the book into view. It read 'the bible'…at this she inwardly groaned and rolled her eyes, she had had enough of this supposed god and Christianity in general. Seras angrily shoved the book back on the shelf, glaring at it as she went to sit back down without even looking at the others, afraid it was more of the same. Feeling bored and curious Seras then got up of her uncomfortable seat and moved toward her bleak coffin, curving her fingers under the lid she lifted the heavy item. Inside she expected to see more of the same, wood and the darkness. But instead the wood was laced with red velvet like off some kind of elegant bed, and what looked to be some sort of thin cover draped over the velvet, to cover a sleeper. This made her smile, it wasn't as bad as she thought. Maybe she should try it out.

Seras quickly undid her shoes and left them by the coffin, she had rested the lid on the floor on the other side, she didn't want to totally shut herself in just yet. Not yet… Maybe not ever. Seras frowned, but then she climbed inside the open coffin still with her clothes on, as her hand touched the material it felt like silk, expensive like Egyptian cotton. Seras lifted the rest of her body to lay on the silk and velvet, instantly comfortable, surprising her to no end. But then as she lay there she oddly began to feel tired, she thought about getting up but decided against it and simply lay there, the lid of the coffin still on the floor as her eyelids began to droop.

Alucard walked through the wall of Seras' room as if he had just walked through a door. He glanced around the room still expecting her to be up, it was just before dawn by the time he had come back. He had to patrol large area's of Vatican territory as there were no priests of paladins able to do so, which caused him to crack a smile. Hellsing had more territory over the Vatican, but it shouldn't be like that, the British empire no longer was alive and so Hellsing should not interfere with countries outside it it's control. But then Alucard had to double-take the room he was in, because Seras was no where around. A panic rose that she had run off or something had happened, but then he almost slapped himself for being silly. There she was sleeping like, well, the dead. Alucard raised an eyebrow when he noticed her coffin lid was off to the side, he walked over to his Seras in the coffin he had prepared for her before she arrived.

She lay still as if she didn't breathe, but Alucard knew this was normal, fledglings often 'breathe' when they are awake even though they do not need to as a reflex action of doing it for so long. It's only when they are asleep do they not. Her face was pale, not as pale as his, but the colour was lost on her skin. He leaned over and moved a hair over from her face behind her ear, she was still in her clothes, but he left her as she was and instead went back around her coffin and picked up the lid. And carefully and silently placed it on, she would not be able to rest properly without the lid on.

Pleased with his handiwork he stepped back and then faded into the air to his own room to sleep.

AN: Sorry about the wait, I got hit by writer's block about half way through. You'll be glad of the long chappie from nlightnd next. See you later.