I didn't plan on this to be any more than a one shot drabble but thanks to the people who were kind enough to review it I couldn't stop thinking about how I would continue it. Thank you Zgirlly, chadtaylor020, and rougequeen69 for taking the time to read my little entry into the Hellsing fanfiction! I hope you enjoy the next chapter as well.

Chapter 2:

A week later found Pip pulling the coffin lid aside to wake Seras. "Time to wake up my little flower!" His overly cheerful attitude caused her to groan. Pip stood above her offering her his hand, lit cigarette already dangling from his mouth.

Seras took it and moved to get ready for the evening, "So what have you been up to today, Captain?"

"Watching the new recruits and their commander. They had their first mission with Hellsing today, had their cherries pop so to speak" He made a poping sound and chuckled as the blush climbed her face.

"Must you be so crude?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "What can I say?"

"How'd they do?"

"According to them they are the best slayers of this century... According to my men they were decent enough that only a few pissed themselves."

"Well at least they were better than the first time we met," She made an impression of him as the Frankenstein's monster. "I didn't even have to convince them that I was a vampire!"

"Yes well how I was to believe that a little thing like you could be a scary monster? And besides my men may have had a talking to them before they met you."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "Really?"

"Well... They couldn't have the new guys hitting on the Captain's girl so to speak." He dodged just as a hairbrush came flying at his face. He put his hands up in a motion to defend himself. "Their words not mine, ma chere!"

"And I'm sure you had nothing to do with that!"

He rubbed his chin for a moment, "Well nothing besides the Captains prerogative..."

"I'm not sure I want to know what that means."

He broke into a huge grin, "Only that the captain gets first dibs on any good looking girl he sees".

This time he wasn't as lucky as the thrown shoe connected with the bridge of his nose.

XxXxX

Seras left her basement room after she had the Captain return to the walls of the house. Her Mistress had informed her that a man would be coming to the mansion to request help from the organization. This of course brought suspicion onto him at once - he hadn't gone through the usual channels and Sir Integra wasn't taking any chances. That was what the mission the new members of the Hellsing organization had been on earlier that day, tracking and locating the area that was supposed to be under attack by an army of ghouls and a crazed vampire. Seras had known it had been hard on Pip not to be included in the group. She knew that he still thought of the few geese that remained as his men and disliked not being able to lead them into combat. But orders were orders and Sir Integra had been adamant about his staying out of the fight and in the mansion for the day. Her Mistress had wanted the confrontation between her and Mr. Brennan to be observed unnoticed. She had hopes to unnerve the gentleman into revealing information of the plot against them.

XxXxX

Pip returned to his duty of covering the mansion acting as Seras' shadow and watching the inhabitants go about their evening activities. The house was quiet, staff moving about with nothing out of place, like a well oiled machine. To be honest he found it rather dull after the past couple of months dealing with the Major's nazis and of course his own death. Alucard's disappearance had caused some expected concern but trust it that the British would carry on and work through whatever was handed them. In truth the mercenary missed the elder vampire. He would never admit that to anyone, of course, but that red coated bastard did have a way of making things entertaining.

His attention was drawn to the barracks that his men and he had formally occupied. There were far too few geese now. Most of them killed the same night he had been. He shuddered at the memory of attending his own funeral while in Seras' body. Replacements had arrived not too long after the final battle with the Major. All of them seasoned veterans of the art of war but to Pip they were still wet behind the ears when it came to the supernatural. He wondered briefly if this was how Seras and the others had viewed his men when they were first recruited. He scoffed at that... His men were special, they were the Wild Geese after all, the baddest mercs out there.

XxXxX

The man could feel it the instant his foot entered into the Hellsing mansion. This feeling of being watched, of being inspected. He was in no way a small man, stout and pushing six feet, in his mid forties with a head that was already balding and turning gray. It was obvious that stress was not new to his life. His cheap, faded, and rumpled suit was fraying in places and added to his overall unkempt appearance. He dabbed at his forehead with a cloth handkerchief before approaching the door. It gave him chills as he was greeted by the cool tones of the Hellsing's butler and was shown into the meeting room with the mansion's owner. He shuddered visibly as she indicated for him to have a seat.

Dressed in her usual impeccable pant suit Sir Integra was already seated at her desk the with the letter announcing her visitors arrival on the workspace in front of her. She indicated the document. "If I am to read this correctly, Mr. Brennan, you are here to give me a vital piece of information regarding the state of affairs in your little town... Where was it again?" She asked around her lit cigar. She pretended to go and re-read over the letter before she again met his gaze. She smiled, "well it doesn't matter anyway, because we both know that this is a lie... Don't we Mr. Brennan?" Her eyebrow raised at the question as she crumpled the letter and tossed it in his face.

The man slowly took a breath and moved his sweating palm through his thick brown hair. "I-I didn't send the letter... so I couldn't tell you what was written on it..."

"But you do admit that it is not the truth.." She flicked the cigar into the waiting ashtray on the desk.

"Yes... I was told to come here to... to request your help..."

"But we both know what you really were sent here for was to set the trap, hoping that I would take the bait and in doing so leave my house unprotected. Isn't that right?" She glared at him from behind her glasses and placed her hand on the letter in front of her. "My men have already found and disarmed it, the only reason you're still breathing is because I want to know who you work for."

At this the man grew even more pale, "Please you have to understand! I wasn't given a choice, if I hadn't agreed they were going to torture my wife and children!" He threw his head into his hands shaking in fear.

"You should have realized the allies you made do not care for mere humans and their promises aren't worth a pin. Your family has already been found murdered by the same monsters who sent you to me, they were dead long before you even made your deal." She threw the pictures of the massacre at the man sitting in the chair.

He could just see the corner of the most gruesome one of his wife's corpse in several pieces through his fingers and began to sob and cry, his tears splattering the photos with salty droplets.

Sir Integra stood up and pulled him up by the lapels, slapping him across the face. "You should have known better than to make the pact with the devil and then have the audacity to confront me in my own house!" She tossed him onto the floor. "Wal-", she cut herself off before she could finish the name of her late butler. She quickly recovered herself, "William!" The newest Hellsing butler appeared at the door with a deep bow. "Remove this filth from my presence at once."

"At once Sir." The butler wasted no time in clearing her room shutting the door behind him.

Sir Integra butted out her cigar and sat in chair, her annoyance clear on her face. She wondered briefly if she had over done it with the pictures of the man's family. She hated seeing a man cry, it always pissed her off. If she could control her own emotions than surely a grown man could keep himself composed. He was still British, even if he was an Irishman. The man had of course been a dead end with no useful information gathered from the encounter. Still she was encouraged by the success of the mission that the newest recruits of Hellsing had been on. True, they were no Wild Geese, but they seemed capable and able to get the job done. She pulled another cigar from her desk and moved to light it and spoke to the walls surrounding her, "Let's hope your investigations prove to be more useful."

Laughter echoed back at her, "Oh don't you worry, Sir, ma chere will find these bastards for you."

XxXxX

Seras Victoria coughed roughly as her familiar Pip re-entered her form through her shadowed arm. "Captain you reek of smoke."

"It's my nature ma chere, I can no more change it than you can eat human food."

He wasted no time and filled her in as to what had occurred in Sir Integra's office and the request to further investigate the incidents surrounding the visitor. Seras quickly phased through the building and morphed the shadows surrounding her into her black wings and flew after the dismissed visitor.

AN:

I choose the name Brennan because I found that one of its meanings include sorrow. I felt it suited the characters situation perfectly.

Brennan - Ó Braonáin (The word braon has several meanings, possibly sorrow in this case): The name of four unrelated septs, located in Ossory, east Galway, Kerry and Westmeath. The county Fermanagh sept of Ó Branáin was also anglicized Brennan as well as Brannan.

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