Sorry for not updating! Exams were a major **, but I did awesome! Highest in my year for social and science. Ok enough with my geekish fantasies. I'm sorry for not updating but I hope this chapter with worth the wait.

And special special SPECIAL thanks to my beta XxFearTheFluffxX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And thank you SO much for people who have reviewed. You make me all warm and fuzzy inside. And since people like it so much I'm making it 15 reviews and an update this time. I know that you've probably lost all hope in me by now though I know how much people love this story I can go at it faster.

P.S I just discovered this story has some similarities to Lamentation of a Dead World » by Saharas. Sorry Sahara-san

I don't own Hellsing but I do own Alucard's jackal… it's still in the box.

Seras's POV

Oh man, I was screwed! I'd known that by coming to England I ran the risk of being detected by the Hellsing organization...but really, what were the odds?! And to make things worse, Alucard was the one who found me. I was in shit; very deep shit.

The first emotion I saw cross Alucard's face after tearing my mask off was shock but that didn't last too long. It was followed quickly by a fiery anger that would have made me tremble in the past.

"Police girl…!"

My eyes narrowed into furious slits. How dare he?! Barely two seconds had passed and he was acting like he owned me.

"My name is Seras Victoria and don't you forget it!" I spat in his face.

Wrong move. As soon as I finished my brave and inspiring declaration my head connected with the unforgiving boards, sending piercing waves of agony down my spine. Dark circles formed at the corners of my vision and the metallic taste of blood seeped though my lips, effectively silencing my struggles.

Dragging my limp form up by the collar Alucard glared down at me, his rage practically burning me as it poured out of him in waves.

"Why did you leave?!" He shook me like a rag doll, my limbs flapping around uselessly.

"It's none of your business what I do or don't do!" Was my defiant response. Alucard's irises contracted and he grabbed my hair, lifting me off the ground with little effort.

"I gave you your unlife, Police girl. As your Master, you are mine in every single way. And you will continue to be mine, body, mind and soul, for all eternity." (Wow, obsessive much!)

I fought to keep my face expressionless and unperturbed. "I was never yours, you sick bastard. And you're no longer my Master."

Alucard chuckled darkly. "I see…you've found another to cower behind. What a pathetic piece of trash he must be."

"Don't you call him that! Don't you dare! He's a better Master then you ever were!"

Alucard's POV

Police girl! So she was alive. I'd always suspected as much despite the fact that Integra had called off the search, declaring her dead. But as soon as the shock – and to my shame, relief – wore off, the fury made its appearance.

"Why did you leave?!" I demanded. How dare she, a weak fledging, defy my wishes! I, the king of vampires ! Unconsciously tightening my grip I shook her violently, determined to provoke a response.

"It's none of your business what I do or don't do!" I see…is that what you think? Dragging her from the floor I met her at eye level, eager to see her shake before my wrath.

"I gave you your unlife, Police girl. As your Master, you are mine in every single way. And you will continue to be mine, body, mind and soul." A far cry from the reaction I desired, Police girl's expression remained bland and annoyed serving only to infuriate me further.

"I was never yours, you sick bastard. And you're no longer my Master."

Though I was taken aback by this comment I masked it well. What did she mean by that? She claimed I was no longer her Master... but how could that be? She'd refused my blood the first and only time I offered it so I hadn't released her…however now that I thought about it I couldn't feel a link between our minds... That meant...

NO! Had she replaced me with some filthy half-breed?! The idea was unthinkable but it must be true. Regardless of the outrage, it was an amusing concept; she'd gone from one master to another, seeking refuge under another wing instead of standing on her own two feet.

"I see…you've found another to cower behind. What a pathetic piece of trash he must be." I chuckled, though in truth I found it far from funny. It was insulting and I would not stand for it for long.

"Don't you dare call him that! He's a better Master then you ever were!" That did it.

Grabbing her already torn side, I dug my fingers deep into her flesh. The agonised screams were instantaneous and so very wonderful; there was nothing on this Earth quite like the wails of agony to soothe one's nerves. But it wasn't enough; I would make her pay dearly for mocking me so. Pain was too weak a word for what I had in mind.

Releasing her from my iron hold I watched as she slid to the floor, clutching her stomach ineffectually and unable to keep her features from twisting in pain.

Seras's POV

Torture – there was no other way to describe it. His fingers gouged into my side without mercy, tearing and squeezing my already tender flesh until I could no longer see past the haze of pain. Ear-splitting shrieks tore themselves form my throat as my broken frame became drenched with my own blood, spilling onto the rug and dying it a gruesome red. Unconsciousness pulled at my eyelids but I resisted the urge to close them; I knew that if succumbed it would all be over.

Reading the pain my features betrayed – in spite of my best efforts to stay in control – that bastard's sadistic smile grew more feline and ridged. It was the smile of a predator. Dropping me unceremoniously, he aimed a kick at my shoulder and sent me flying over 40 feet into the air, allowing me to land with a sickening smack. Trying hard to ignore the aches erupting all over my body I made an effort to move my arm – a decision I came to regret when a lance of agony shot through the shredded tissue. I followed crimson stained boots of the man I used to call 'Master' as he made his slow progress across the floor, each step another note in the melody that was my death.

I tried desperately to get away, to move, but the small distance I managed to put between myself and Alucard did me little good. Every step he took drove me further towards the wall until there was no room left for retreat. I was barely clinging to my awareness by this point and the continued blood loss was not helping. Mercifully, the pain had numbed somewhat – a sure sign that my demise was near – but the glint in my ex-Master's eyes made it obvious that would soon change. He wasn't ready to let me be just yet.

Forcing myself up to meet his assault head on, I smiled. I wanted to show him that I could laugh in the face of certain doom too. Quickly sending what could very well be my last message to my Master, I projected a single thought though the link in my mind. Sorry. Even after all this time I'm still no match for him. I felt, briefly, a web of recognition surround me and I was comforted by it's presence. At least I would die with Master by my side – I could ask for no more than that.

"Are you ready?" Alucard asked. I gazed up at his face, malicious and insane as it was, contemplating his question. I knew what he meant - was I ready to die? The answer was no; of course I wasn't. I had no desire to die, least of all by his hand. But that wasn't going to stop him, was it?

As if he'd read my mind, Alucard grinned his wolfish, anticipatory grin and lowered his head towards my bleeding shoulder. I braced myself, knowing I'd reached the end of my life's journey...

They came at last; the fangs, sharp and stinging slicing into my flesh. The very same ones that had saved my life back then were now going to take it away. And the pain... all other pains were nothing to what I felt now. It was a raw hot torture that stopped all coherent thought. Except one stray notion, as final as the clang of a funeral bell.

I'm dead.

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