Side note: FEED ME.

Mission One

Part 2

Seras titled to her head to the side in confusion. She looked very much like an innocent, red eyed puppy. It was quite sickening to look at. That is it would be if Alucard was even paying her the slightest bit of attention. Instead, he eyes roved over the grounds from his perch on the roof of the mansion. Seras thought perhaps her question wasn't heard and moved closer to the edge of the building where her master sat, perilously balanced on the edge of the roof. His long legs hung down blocking a nearby window and efficiently drawing strange looks from those few passersby who entered the third floor.

"A what master?"

Alucard sneered slightly, "A dunpeal, police girl. It's so obvious."

Seras knew what a dunpeal was, but she didn't see how one could be created. The vampire would first have to be male because as far as she was aware a dead person couldn't give birth. However beyond that, the vampire would have to refrain from feeding of the human female. If the vampire is attracted to said human, then such an act would no doubt be difficult. Could such a union truly be one of love? Victoria pursed her lips- could someone love a monster? Victoria pouted; probably not because dunpeals were quite rare.

Sera's eyes shifted to the side. She knew the question brewing in her brain was yet another stupid question and she would be reprimanded again for not knowing the answer herself. So she was hesitant to ask because who wants to admonished really?

Alucard almost sighed. His childe's thoughts were so blatant that were they not ringing so loud in his head like a galling television, he would have been able to guess them by her expression and awkward silence. Nonetheless her constant shifting of weight from one foot to the other gave her away quite quickly.

"The ghouls who have beating hearts police girl as well as what we discovered on your last mission."

Before she could stop herself, "We discovered something during the last mission?"

She wanted to slap herself. Judging by Alucard's rolling eyes, he did too. Seras bit her bottom lip and waited.

"It was his smell."

"His smell..." Seras frowned.

She hadn't smelled anything strange.

"But you did," Alucard interrupted out loud revealing the fact that he had been delving into her thoughts while she was too preoccupied to notice.

Seras folded her arms across her chest. Then the nagging feeling returned and she really did slap herself this time. The nagging was because she'd forgotten something.

"In the basement…but it smelled human."

"Ah, but he is part human," Alucard smirked slightly.

"There was a little something else, but I couldn't recognize it."

"It's not your fault police girl," Seras turned a stunned look upon her master, "You have yet to give yourself over to your vampiric instincts, so you can't be expected to recognize the difference between full and half vampires."

Victoria scowled. She knew there was a catch in there somewhere. Her master was once again admonishing her.

"This one is barely a vampire…"

Alucard let off with that and fell into his own thoughts, which remained hidden from Victoria. He was as cryptic and irritating as ever. Victoria stepped back slightly when her master suddenly grinned widely and slipped down through the roof. He really wasn't human.

Victoria sighed and left the roof via the door leading back down into the mansion. No doubt she'd be called for duty soon.

As Seras paused on the stairs, her back against the dusty, cobweb laden wall, she wondered- why she was always taking the basement? Was it too dark for the human soldier's night vision goggles? Too dusty, too scary? Ever since she'd become her own solo unit, Seras was sent into either the attic or the basement. After the Valentine Brother's she was kept separate from the rest of the Hellsing force.

"It's because I'm a monster," She whispered.

Then again, she was really the only one here. Her master was somewhere and would no doubt make that same dramatic entrance right. He was never right on time, but just a little bit late so that she thought he wasn't coming. He probably found it hilarious and entertaining to see her struggle.

The rest of the Hellsing force was a block down from here. The grade from acceptable though still on the lower end house to run-down dumps was both abrupt and surprising. The building the human soldiers were entering was in a slightly less run down apartment building, but still in great need of some attention. However, it was a palace compared to this place.

Seras had first just stared at it, her harkonnen hanging limply from her shoulder. The front door was boarded over and all the windows, if you could call them that, were littered with holes and cracks. The walls were decrepit. The bushes were overgrown, nearly blocking the front door. Weeds had overrun the grass, but even they weren't doing too well judging by their dried and twisted leaves. If even weeds couldn't survive, Victoria doubted much else could.

She had barely touched the door before it swayed inward slightly and crashed to the floor. Seras had flinched knowing any chance of a surprise attack was now in the already clogged gutter.

A rustle towards the back of the room pulled the small vampire from her thoughts. The sound was slight, like a shift in the houses foundation, but Seras's heightened hearing caught it as if it was a clash from a cymbal. That smell, one she now recognized quite easily because she was specifically looking for it, was all over the building. It was like it was engrained in the very walls and dust. The dunpeal had been living here for awhile.

She entered cautiously pulling through the slanted doorway and gazed around, searching for any movement. That was when she saw it. Glowing burgundy eyes assaulted her. Those eyes weren't as bright or the brilliant crimson she had come to know. They were darker, duller, but still sharp and focused.

The man was seated on the floor in a corner next to what could have once been called a bookshelf. A flat, rectangular window to the left of him revealed his part of his form. He clutched a body to his chest- a human female who couldn't be more than eighteen. His legs were thin and long, bent at the knee with the girl's limp body between his thighs. The length of her form went between one thigh and calf. Upon her entrance into the basement, he had shifted drawing her closer by way of drawing his calf back toward his body.

Seras's eyes were drawn down to the girl's neck. They narrowed swiftly at the bloody canines resting just above the girl's neck. Two holes leaked her bodily essence slowly, erotically down the soft, curved flesh of her neck. Her head was turned to the side and rest on his shoulder. The man's upper body was hunched over her. Only one eye was seen through the veil of choppy dark hair falling illogically around him. What caught her attention even more were the shallow breaths escaping the girl's mouth at the dunpeal's neck.

As if in slow motion, Seras watching the short shorts hovering on his neck, sway a little by way of the soft pants from parted lips. Seras bit back a growl and drew her weapon. As she did so, the unmoving girl came to life. Her eyes appeared to glow for a second before a ghoulish growl erupted from her mouth. Seras gritted her teeth and dropped her head. Her strawberry blonde bangs hung over her eyes as she lifted her harkonnen. One mercury round sent the human turned ghoul back into the dunpeal's chest.

"Move out!"

The new captain gave out his orders to the men before saluting Ferguson and heading into the brick building.

Ferguson remained by the Rolls Royce whose window was currently up. Curling, semi-translucent smoke could be seen inside the slightly tinted window.

Surprisingly, no bullets were heard from within the ivy laded walls. Those creeping tendrils reached up the walls and hid their red texture from sight. The only way to know the building was in fact brick was by the few feet of uncovered rock near the roof.

Ferguson's hand radio beeped and the captain's report rang through the air. Ferguson eyebrows raised, but said nothing. He merely turned to face the expensive vehicle he was standing next to as the window silently moved down.

"No targets have been sighted. Only an elderly woman- she seems unturned. She is being escorted out as we speak, mum."

Icy blue eyes riveted to the door. The woman's dress was an antique. The high collar was lined with a cream eyelet lace. At the base of her throat was a broach whose heart was a light colored, smooth stone. The hue or her dress was a dark royal blue and fell in full waves to hide her feet. Her steps were slow, measured, but not unsteady. Her aged face was powdered and her lips outlined with an appropriate, modest pink. Clear brown eyes glanced over to Integra and she smiled.

The woman reached into the handbag dangling from her fingertips. The soldiers tensed ready to act should it be a weapon even though they'd already searched the article. She'd been allowed to keep it because she was insistent upon doing just that, she was not as yet a suspect, and there was nothing inside but a lipstick tube, small brush, and some mints. However she unzipped a cleverly hidden side pocket and delivered a folded letter to the nearest soldier.

Upon his acceptance the woman replied, "Please give this to your commander."

Her voice was smooth, not raspy, but still bore the truth of her age. It was soft and gentle though. The soldier eyed the parchment before regarding Ferguson with a queer expression. Ferguson waved him over, accepted the letter and then passed it on to Sir Hellsing at her nod.

Integra eyed the strange woman curiously. The parchment was exactly the same as the previous correspondences she'd received. Who is this woman and more importantly what is her purpose, she wondered. Integra's eyes narrowed into a glare. She didn't like this feeling she was getting from her. It was as if she knew more than she was telling- as if she was more than she appeared.

It was troublesome indeed.

"Take her to the interrogation room."

With that short demand, Integra signaled Walter to head back to the mansion. She would receive Seras's report from there before questioning the strange woman.

"I want you to get rid of him."

"So…he is your progeny."

"Yes, unfortunately he is."

Sir Integra sat back in her chair watching the woman now known as Elizabeth Wakeshire. The lights for the small, sparse room were positioned all at her back to face those who would be interrogated. At the moment, all they did was make her sweat and she refused to remove her jacket. That might be a sign of weakness or of breaking down. It was something she, Integra Wingates Fairbrook Hellsing, was not about to do, whether it would be seen as such was not the point. It was the principle- she should never give anything away. All it was was a minor discomfort anyway.

Integra crossed her legs, "Do you mind?" She asked pointed towards the cigar tin which she was now slipping from the inside pocket of her suit jacket.

The mind shook her head and waved her on.

"My husband smoked all the time."

Integra raised an eyebrow as she flicked closed the cap to her lighter. The ting of the metal resounded shortly in the room.

"What is your husband's name?"

The tension mounted. It was the first personal detail the woman had willingly revealed. The only thing the woman had said the whole time she'd been in interrogation was that she did in fact begat the dunpeal and wished Hellsing to destroy it. Now she was going on three hours now total, one of which was an audience with Integra and is still currently engaged in such.

The woman stiffened, but responded, "Harry."

She stated simply with no intention of going into detail. Integra smiled thinly even as she sucked thick, spicy smoke into her lungs.

"And where is he at this moment in time?"

"Wondering where I am no doubt."

Integra felt her opening close. She wouldn't get much out of the old women, so instead of pushing the topic she changed it to another.

"When was the dunpeal given life?"

Integra made sure not to say 'born' knowing it would unsettle if not ruffle a few feathers.

The woman's face settled into a small indignant scowl, "I don't recall."

Integra's smile widened, "You don't recall the night your womb was ripped apart thus rendering you unable to reproduce again?"

As the woman's face drained of its color, Integra's eyes glinted darkly. She settled back in her chair.

"Why is it you want your child dispatched?"
"Because it is an abomination."

Integra scoffed, "It was an abomination when it first drew breath- why wait until now?"

The woman swallowed hard, "He ate my husband."

Integra frowned, "He fed-"

Elizabeth interrupted, "No! He ate him," As she said this, her eyes were wide and sweat began to gather at her brow from the bright lights.

Integra nodded. She had expected nothing less. The woman didn't care what the creature was because she had either fallen for the vampire's spell…or, and she scoffed at this, she fell in love with it. This Elizabeth had probably expected to try and tame it.

"You thought that you could raise it like a human and expected it to act like one, but this creature is nothing but a spawn from vampire rubbish."

Integra stood from her chair and gazed down at the foolish woman, "You're so naïve. To think that it would return your love…vampires do not feel human emotions and they do not belong in our world."

Integra left the room, calling for Alucard as she did, not feeling like a hypocrite at all.

The woman felt wetness on her cheeks and lifted the lengthened sleeve of her dress to wipe those remorseful tears away. She thought he loved her, so she kept the child he left her with only to have it rebel. He had left her many years ago, only to return half a year ago. He had been different, stand offish, but it was if he felt sorrow for leaving her. So she had welcomed her soon back into her home, introduced him to her husband. It wasn't until five and a half weeks ago.

Harry had discovered him, who she named Christopher, feeding off a young child in the alley behind their house. He had been angry and attacked Christopher. Harry was dispatched easily, just as Elizabeth had come out back to see what the commotion was about. She had run to her fallen husband, cradled his lifeless body, only to have the corpse ripped from it.

She'll never forget her son's words.

"Do you know what the best meal is, mother?" He asked softly, almost kindly even as his eyes held a maddening glint.

She shook her head numbly. He smiled gently and lifted Harry's wrist to his lips. Elizabeth's eye widened when he took a bite, tearing the thin, fragile flesh from bones. She backed away slowly, unable to stop watching, yet not watching to see.

She had fled then. Her mind had nearly broken and in its haste to protect itself, it washed those horrid images away. She knew Harry had died, but knew not how. Trying to recall made her head and heart hurt. Even now, when she closes her eyes, she can still see it. Her first child was a horrific monster who only saw humans as livestock. She thought he had treated her different, had respected her as a mother, until he came into her bedroom one following night. He'd crept close, crawled next to her, and held her against him softly. It was all in his eyes before he even said it.

"You're too old to bear me a child, aren't you, Elizabeth?"

She'd screamed. All in that one moment, her mind recalled the visions returned and sent her mind into a haze. She had laid there under his watchful gaze. She wasn't anything to Christopher, not even his mother. Elizabeth was just a human who had willingly given birth to a dunpeal.

The dunpeal wasn't easily tracked, but he was easily dispatched.

Alucard grinned as he delivered the final shot, point blank to the head. The dunpeal had only smiled then before his head was nothing more than pieces of bone, flesh, and blood. Alucard had laughed. He truly did enjoy an opponent who did not quiver and ask for mercy.

Seras had nearly emptied her stomach at the carnage. She'd seen it all many times before, but vampires usually just fell and turned to dust. A dunpeal was half human and the contents of his fleshy, living body exploded on the back wall of his hiding place. A dark maroon mural was all that was left behind as the two eccentric hunters of Hellsing turned to leave; one coughing, the other laughing manically. Alucard disappeared from sight leaving only a somewhat disapproving glance at tiny Seras who was still clutching her stomach, one hand over her mouth.

Fin

End ficlet 1. This was definitely not how I had planned the story to end at all- it could've become a full blown fic though and I tried hard not to do that. I'm not very happy with it...seems not detailed enough and kind of like a summary of events instead of a telling. Sigh. Let me know what you think (I know I suck at dialogue, so its use is quite infrequent).