Side note: This is a mangaverse again- I like the manga version of Alexander Anderson better (little less crazy...a little). By the way, this one focuses on S and AA- not sure exactly how it'll come out. I originally wanted to do some SxAA, but ahaha...I suck at fluff.

This ficlet is also a bit longer, so this is the set up chapter.

Chapter Dedication: Nini thank you for reviewing!

Mission Four

Part 1

"REALLY MASTER?!"

Alucard frowned at his childe.

"There's no need to yell, Police girl."

"But Master Alucard, I never really went on a vacation!"

Alucard raised one eyebrow, "What were you- deprived?"

Seras huffed and crossed her arms, "My parents passed away when I was young and vacations weren't common in orphanages."

There was a pause when Seras's face fell. Her eyes would only have looked sadder if they were still their original blue hue.

Alucard's face lost its expression, "Don't worry- you'll enjoy this one," He dropped a hand onto the top of her head.

Seras beamed at him. She didn't notice the crazed glint in her master's eyes because her back was still turned away from him. However, when she twirled around and smiled up at him, the smile was already gone.

"So when are we leaving?" She asked, tilting her head.

It was a breezy afternoon, just after two, in the Holy City. Snow had fallen over the past night and the inhabitants of the Holy City were blessed with the first snowfall they'd had in a long while.

The children were playing gaily in the open stone courtyard. Long icicles hung from the roof's edge, dangling like menacing knives, but sparkling like jewels in the hazy sunlight. The sun had barely risen, had yet to burn away the morning fog and dew, when the neighborhood children rushed the untouched churchyard. The few orphans residing in the church's haven walls were soon awake and joining the scene. Their laughter rang like bell chimes through the church windows.

The sounds even reached into the belly of the church where a tall man kneeled in prayer. His shoulders are relaxed, his heels together, and his head tilted respectfully forward. Blonde spiky hair, one light scar spliced across the left, and a soft, peaceful smile characterize this man's face.

"Amen."

Green eyes open slowly. Alexander Anderson bows his head once more before rising from his kneeling position. As he walked into the sun of the courtyard, the voices of youth immediately called out to him.

"Master, how many of the myths surrounding vampires- don't apply to us?"

Alucard didn't answer at first and when he did, his voice was strangely somber, "Not many."

Seras looked at his oddly from her air plane seat. Seras saw the intense, yet distant look in her master's eyes. She wondered if her master ever regretted his unlife. Did he ever wish to finally rest? Seras shook her head. Of course he wouldn't. Her master was insanely happy when he fought. Sure he got bored and tended to bug her after Integra threw him out of his office (or rather ordered him out), but Alucard wasn't the type to regret. Plus he seemed to thrive on challenges and determined to rid the world of the weak freaks who dared to call themselves nosferatu.

Although she wasn't sure why now of all times they were taking a vacation, Seras was quite glad for it. It was quieter than usual, but what if there was an emergency and they were needed? Of course, they could just return on Hellsing's private jet that they were currently occupying, but how would they be alerted? Alucard and Integra's servant-master link didn't reach this far. They were going to Italy after all. Alucard and she could pass over the ocean, but this link couldn't. So, there was probably a little bit of truth to the myth that vampires could not cross running water. Her master was most likely just too proud to admit it. So, it was either the distance or the fact that they'd crossed water.

Either way, Seras was nervous for two reasons. One, she was afraid she would be absent when she was needed and two- they weren't exactly welcome in Italy. The Vatican and the Iscariot organization called the country home. Why had her master chosen this place out of all the others? France was closer- she'd never been to Paris and it'd been a dream of hers to go there. She could tour the Louvre…walk along the Seine, and sit outside a café under the umbrella among the smokers of Paris and listen to the fast paced elegance of the French language.

She sighed and shrugged. It didn't really matter; Italy was a fascinating place as well. There was the Sistine Chapel; could she even go in that though? Alucard had entered the church in Cheddar, but what about the Holy City? If there truly was sacred ground anywhere, it was the Vatican and its surrounding territory. Seras smiled. She'd find out- discreetly though. She didn't want to rouse the Iscariots' attention to her presence. Alexander Anderson would surely be the first on the scene if she did and another fight with the paladin, who was almost as insane as her master, was not high on her list of tourist attractions. Seras turned her eyes back to the passing land outside the glass of her window.

Seras spent the remainder of the plane ride from England across the mainland of Europe absorbed in her own thoughts while staring out the window. Apparently, crossing water wasn't a real myth. According to Alucard, during the hunts in Europe, many vampires immigrated to other countries, even continents.

The majority of their kind lived in Europe and Asia; however, a good few still lived in Africa, South America, and even more in the U.S. and Canada. In North America, many thrived in the colder, northern states where sunlight was fainter and cloud cover was common in every day life. This way, the vampire could venture out in the day without harm of injury or, like in their case, feeling uncomfortable.

Seras's thoughts also ventured deeper. She remembered her parents, their drives through the southern country of England, and the laughter. Seras's contact covered eyes clouded in sorrow. The pain had faded over the years of her life and unlife, but it was still real. Before, she had felt like it could choke her. Now, it only sent a resounding wave through her and made goose bumps rise on her arms. Seras hugged herself, leaned her head on the top of the window, and gazed unseeing at the landscape as her memories engulfed her.

The young draculina was awoken by a poking sensation in her side. She giggled softly, unable to contain the reaction. She had been ticklish before, but now her body was even more sensitive to touch and Seras was unhappy to find that she was ticklish all over now instead of just in certain places. She sleepily swatted at the pest causing her nerves to jumble and jump. A deep chuckle made Seras open her eyes. Long, black lashes fluttered and opened to reveal dark brown eyes. Seras frowned at her master whose hand was still poised above the arm rest and near her side.

Seras yawned and stretched in a catlike manner. She idly ran a hand through her mussed hair.

"Where are we?"

"Just about to land."

Seras glanced curiously outside the land and sure enough their altitude was dramatically lower. The plane was circling the airport waiting for clearance to land. The sky was clear and sparkling blue, so it wasn't due to the weather that they were unable to land. That was a bit comforting. The airport must just be overloaded with the flow of incoming traffic.

She sat back and breathed. She wasn't scared of flying, but it was her first flight so she was a bit nervous. A quick glance over to her master alerted Seras to the fact that her master had been released from his previous melancholy. Maybe he had been remembering too? Seras was sure he had further to go too. Her life had been short and her unlife even shorter. However, he was definitely thinking about something still. Was he worried about something? Seras smiled at that. Her master didn't worry about anything.

"Enter."

The room was shaded. The slotted blinds keep out the full light. Only bending stripes of the early morning light slunk across the wooden slats of the polished floor. Enrico Maxwell looked up from the neat, ordered stack of paper in front of him. He folded his hands back into his lap. They still stung from when he had slammed them onto the desk in anger. However, all of his previous fury was carefully washed away and he sat calm and poised behind his cherry desk.

"Father Maxwell," Anderson bowed his head respectfully.

"Ah, Anderson, please sit," Enrico said dismissively, waving to one of the two chairs positioned in front of his desk.

Anderson lowered himself in the proffered chair and eyed his superior. The man seemed more tense than usual for such a beautiful day. After realizing this, Anderson straightened and his eyes morphed from their wary glint to strict seriousness.

"What has happened?" Anderson asked in a demanding voice.

Enrico sighed. The paladin was always so blunt and also quite hotheaded. Maxwell could already see the fire in Anderson's eyes, as if he already knew the news he had yet to reveal to him. Enrico raised his eyebrows at Anderson. Anderson immediately calmed, but the fire still burned.

Maxwell shrugged and worked to keep his voice level and calm. Showing his outrage would only fuel the explosive temper of the Iscariot section XIII special operative before him.

"It seems we have some guests," when Anderson didn't interrupt with a question, Enrico elaborated, "The dogs of Hellsing have dared to enter Italy."

Enrico held up a hand, now purposefully silencing the paladin.

"Not only that," Enrico gritted his teeth, "But they are heading towards the Holy City."

"What?! No daemon can enter the Holy City," Anderson thundered.

Anderson had stood up quickly from his seat. The fire had begun to smolder, but was now in full blaze. His normally peaceful liquid green eyes now looked akin to absinthe. They glowed electric in the hollows of his cheeks.

Enrico simply nodded his agreement. He did not rise and was contemplating. Anderson could not cause a scene in the Vatican Holy City. It would not be tolerated. He didn't know how they had entered; no being of the dark should be able to cross the seals guarding the city.

"We can not have a scene, Anderson. Engage them, but keep it quiet, understood?"

Enrico eyed his operative down. Anderson consented grudgingly, and bowed his head before he left the dim office.

"Master! Master where are you?"

Seras ignored the strange looks she was getting by people walking passed her. 'Master' coming from a tiny waist, large breasted woman sounded a bit suggestive after all. Seras paid no heed though and her eyes eagerly searched for her master.

The pair of them had eventually landed and hopped into a cab waiting on the curb outside the airport. They had entered the borders of the Vatican's territory and to Seras's surprise nothing happened. Alucard had rolled his eyes at her when she flinched and brought her hands up close to her head. In her mind, he had asked if she expected to be struck by lightning. Seras had scowled at him, but stopped when she noticed the curious glances the driver kept sending back through his rear view mirror.

They hadn't yet settled into their hotel when Alucard suggested a short walk. He had smiled then and the lack of insanity and sarcasm had shocked Seras into silence. She had merely nodded and followed a short distance behind him. Her master looked quite dashing in plain clothes, but very different. He wore a black suit-like jacket, but it was a khaki material. It was Vintage with a few washes and slightly ripped. Underneath was a white tee shirt with some random logo on it with straight, tight fitting black pants. Seras smiled at the black Chucks on his feet. His feet looked so much bigger in those.

He hadn't been happy with the attire change, but Integra said it was necessary. They'd draw too much attention in their regular outfits, or seen as cosplayers, which she wouldn't tolerate. She was only letting them go if specific conditions were met. Seras hadn't been there to hear them though. Integra had smiled when she saw the pair they made. The stoic knight even commented that they looked like punk kids.

Alucard had growled at that, but Integra pointed at a sheepish Walter. Apparently, shopping had been his duty. He had shrugged and said it was the first thing he saw that would fit Alucard's long, thin body and strict color palette. Said palette included the short list of red, black, and white- nothing else was acceptable. Seras had said anything would be fine, with a blush, because her body type was also difficult to shop for.

When they were walking, Alucard was receiving admiring glances of more than one face. Seras had narrowed her eyes at the females. She couldn't help it. The ages ranged from, she guessed, fourteen to thirty.

However, when she noticed the attention she was getting, she blushed fiercely. These glances weren't just appreciative, they were hungry and not in the way she was used to. Most glances she received were hungry for blood, not her body. Even her master had given her the once over.

Seras tugged on the hem of her shirt. She wore a bright blue tank top with little pale blue stars on it. Her jeans were close fitting, but boot cut with one large hole ripped over her right knee. There was also one smaller hole that was covered over with white threads in the middle of her left thigh. On her feet were black ballerina slippers. Her bare arms were covered in a jacket similar to Alucard's except there were strings hanging down on those sides near her hips. There were only two on each side. Seras could tighten them and raise the sides of the jacket so there was a curve in the middle of the bottom hem.

Seras was surprised that no one seemed bothered by the snow. She thought snow was rare here since it was so far south, but no one wore more than a light jacket like hers or a sweater. The air wasn't frigid though, like it usually was in England after it snowed. In fact, the whiteness wouldn't last much longer. The temperature was rising and it would be soon to melt the fluffy powder.

Alucard had somehow lost her in the crowd and now she was frantically searching for him- with her eyes and the small bit of her dark energy she could control. It wasn't a lot, just enough to be able to sense his presence. However, she found nothing, as if he was completely erased. Seras had shouted panicky through their servant-master link, but there was no answer.

Seras gave up then and slumped onto the wall that lined the side of the small boardwalk like strip she had been searching. Alucard had led her here. They had strolled side by side like a couple, looking out over the short wall to the stretch of sand before the ocean opened up to their eyes. Seras had been content, but then they had entered a more crowded street, where she'd lost him, and then doubled back thinking he would meet her back at the strip where it was quieter. However, he had never showed. Seras grabbed at her head in annoyance and worry. Had he met up with Iscariot or something? Or had he purposefully abandoned her?

With lowered eyes, Seras remained at her seat- waiting. He probably had something to do. Alucard would come find her. Seras, warmed by the fading sunlight, would be relieved when its searing rays would dip beneath the horizon. However, its heavenly light set the ocean afire, like liquid gold that ebbed flowed along the contours of the pearl white sands.

Seras watched a family of three as they played in the remaining light of the day. Their bodies were silhouetted against the sun- two tall bodies, one bending to the short. The young girl had short, curly dark hair pinned back from her face with ribbons. She couldn't have been more than four and for some reason, her smiling face made Seras's dead heart pinch uncomfortably.

The setting sun bled red as it hit the horizon and set the sky alight. The clouds were licked by fiery rays and perched, as if unmoving, in the pastel painted sky. When the sun did fully fall, Seras gave up and went in search of their hotel. He had said it was close by.

The petite woman had no fear of the night, but it was well into evening by the time she found her hotel. There were a few bars lining the street and even though it well lit, Seras tried to ignore the drunk stragglers hanging around outside. Unfortunately, they didn't ignore her. A small group of them, three or four, lifted off the wall they were leaning against and started to drop in behind her. Seras forced herself not to speed up and to not turn around.

She couldn't engage them. They would take her approach the wrong way, thinking she wanted their attention, and she would only end up hurting them. They had kept their distance, probably trying not to scare her; however, they were slowly gaining on her as she got closer to the corner of the street. Seras was relieved to see her hotel's name on the lighted sign for the corner establishment. Seras dipped into the hotel quickly and crossed the plush carpet to the attendant's counter.

"Hello, checking in?"

Seras smiled gratefully, "Yes -reservation under Walter?"

The attendant smiled back and starting dinking around her computer behind the desk. Seras glanced over her shoulder. The drunkards were gone, luckily, none had followed her in. The lobby was sparse, but what furniture it did have was vintage. Seras turned back to the obviously Italian woman, judging by her extremely tanned skin and dark, thick hair. Well, that and the heavy accent.

"Ah, here we are. You're in room 402, Miss Walter. Also, your bags have already arrived and are in your room."

Seras grinned and accepted the key, nodding a bit. She had smiled more because of the pseudonym they were traveling under rather than the happiness of getting her key.

Seras suddenly bit her lip and asked, "Has my companion checked in already?"

The woman looked puzzled, but then she looked at her computer and understood.

"Right room for two…no, no one else had been through yet," When Seras's face fell she added, "But they might have attended the local festival."

Seras blinked at her and smiled her thanks. She then headed to the right where she saw the solo elevator. The hotel was old, but it did have one, to her immense surprise. The thing was narrow and the doors creaked open. It wasn't even a door, but rather a metal grate. Seras stepped in and pressed the button for her floor.

After one or two pushes, she realized the light was out for the floor. She stood back against the far wall and watched the other floors go by. There'd be a flash of light every now and then when the elevator passed the opening for the floor, but continued on up to number four. With a ding, the elevator shuddered to a stop, and the doors clanked open once again.

Seras was glad to be in her room, even if it was empty and lonely. The sun had burned her slightly. It didn't hurt and was already healing, especially since she was drinking her blood pack for once. Sitting in it for that long, probably about two hours, had left a little red. Seras flopped onto the single bed by the window and immediately missed her cushiony coffin. The ceiling was cracked and streaked with water lines. Her eyes closed sadly. This was not what she expected when she envisioned her and Alucard on vacation.

"Where are you, Master?" She muttered softly.

Seras finished her blood pack quickly, dropped it on the floor beside her bed, and turned over towards the window. Her skin felt tight from the sun's damage. She watched the lights of electric signs dance on the glass of her window. Suddenly, there was an uproar of cheers erupted from outside. Seras frowned and got up to check it out.

There was a parade of some sorts. Seras's lips formed a small 'o' as she remembered what the desk clerk had told her.

"A festival…I wonder what kind…"

Seras then saw a woman dressed quite skimpily stumble out of the crowd down below her window. A man followed her and grabbed her before she fell over. Her wrapped his arms around her waist and spoke into her ear. The girl laughed throwing her head back under the force of her mirth. Seras's eyes widened at the sight of her lengthened fangs. Seras sent out a seeking wave and discovered nothing abnormal. Seras glanced around the crowd more closely. Nearly every festival-goer was dressed like a vampire!

"Bloody hell what is this?"

Seras, now profusely curious, decided she'd go see what it was about. At the very least, she might catch some clue regarding her wayward master's whereabouts. Seras grabbed her suitcase from its pose next to the wall and rifled through. Her clothes were slightly wrinkled from the trip and felt too unusual to her. Seras searched for an outfit that was more suited to her personality, but was having difficulty. Walter really got such random pieces.

Seras finally chose to keep her jeans and switched her tank for a tight red tee shirt. She switched the shoes for her regular, black steel toed boots. (Those wouldn't have gone very far in the airport- metal detectors and all.) She exited the hotel and headed for the merriment and brightness of the festival. Despite being now nearly ten o'clock, it felt like daytime- there were so many lights.

Seras hadn't removed her contacts, just in case. She didn't want to stand out, be admired for that detail, or try to explain how. It was ironic that all she'd have to say was that they were contacts.

Seras walked through the crowd, instantly regretting her decision. The hot, swarming bodies dancing so close together- was playing with her head. She was glad she'd just fed. Also scents were much stronger in such a confined space and she was short, so fresh air wasn't very forthcoming. Seras choked on the sweat, arousal, and mixture of perfume, cologne, and other products. It was suffocating.

Seras headed to her left, seeing an opening in the crowd. Seras darted out of the crowd, forcefully pushing two girls out of her way. They sent her dirty looks, but she was too busy coughing and hurrying down a small alleyway. Seras went right and found herself in an opening. This was a circle made by the carts and kiosks selling merchandise, food, or offering different games and activities. All she saw were cords and the backs of the venues.

Seras saw the lights flickering and people flooding by through the holes in the carts. The circle went in a half circle in front of her then vertically again in a line, following the road. It was open to her left and Seras smelled the brine of the sea. She smiled softly and heading that way, leaving her disgust at the smells she just experienced behind her.

The pavement ended and grass began. Seras found herself at the other end of the strip she'd walked with Alucard on before. It wrapped all the way around the block like a boundary between the shops and the sand. This part wasn't well traveled. A lack of shops and people was enough evidence to this fact.

Seras's eyes turned longing as she raced for the beach. She kicked off her boots and ankle high socks. She then tucked the socks inside and carried them idly along with her. She'd leave them, but she didn't want someone wandering by to knick them.

The fresh, cool air tinted with the savory saltiness of the sea was a welcome scent. Seras closed her eyes and listened to the gentle lapping of the water on damp sand. Her toes squiggled in the dry soft sand beneath her. She ventured forward, toward the damp, packed sand.

Movement to her right caught her attention. The man's grin was small and smirking. Seras's eyes widened slightly and she took a sharp intake of breath.

"Hello lass."

Seras didn't know what to say. She just started looking around for a way out.

Seras searched her surroundings for an escape route. She had been utterly surprised to see the same four men from before, outside the pub. The one who seemed to be the leader had a thick Irish accent. For a second, Alexander Anderson flashed brightly through her mind. Imagine her surprise, when it's just a group of humans. However, she could see their intentions in their eyes. The lusty hunger lying openly there would be trouble.

Seras bit her lip. She felt like a deer in the headlights. There was ocean to her back, a long open stretch of sand, and then back through the way she came. To her right, there was a cement wall. It was probably to help stop erosion of the beach, but right now it was blocking her escape route. Seras considered hopping the wall, but she didn't want to cause a scene either. Hellsing depended on quiet missions, avoiding media and they would definitely remember her face.

Seras weighed her options, but decided the best was to just run for it. She needed to run down the beach, cut over to the strip, and make it back over a block to the festival's activity. Most likely they wouldn't do anything where there were others around. Humans were like that.

The men were eying her and noticed the change in her stance. It was no longer unsure, but strong and determined. They could see she was preparing for the flight and not the fight. The man who'd called out to her raised his hands up in a pacifying gesture.

"Wait…we only wanted directions," his eyes glowed with a lustful fever.

Seras's eyes narrowed with caution. It was a lie. She could tell by the raise in his already hammering, excited pulse. Seras took off. The draculina was glad she'd taken off her boots. Her bare feet were much quicker on the sand, but Seras forced herself to slow down. Her need to get away was pushing adrenaline, but she made herself stick to a human pace. Of course, it would've been that of a conditioned sprinter, but it would still be plausible.

Seras hopped the wall and jutted right down the first street she came too. Unfortunately, Seras miscalculated.

She had entered a back street that didn't go through to the main street where the festival was parading the streets. Seras followed the road through, hoping to be able to cut over again. She went to the end, and then was forced to turn left, since all that was in front of her was a line of row houses. Seras searched the area. Both sides were row houses lining straight with no gaps. It was city housing at its worst.

Seras sighed and scrunched her face. She could hear their steps approaching behind her and pushed herself onward. As a vampire, she did get tired, but her athletic ability was exponentially increased since she didn't have to worry about breathing. This way, her muscles never lacked oxygen, they never needed oxygen, but she bypassed that limiting factor. Normally, after the muscles lack air, they turn to anaerobic exercise which is vastly inefficient compared to aerobic. Lactic acid is produced by changing sugar into energy anaerobic, which causes soreness, and eventually the muscles run out of energy. The ATP output in this reaction is much lower, so the body uses more sugar to create less energy and the body is depleted of energy much quicker.

Seras could feel the men behind her. They weren't slowing. Seras would have thought this strange after five solid minutes of sprinting, but people in Europe walked much more than in England, so they were used to it to an extent.

Seras sighed with relief when she heard the sounds of the festival getting louder. Before they'd just been a covered roar, now the roar was getting less gauzy and more clear- a sign that there was an opening nearby. Seras smiled, until a hand grabbed at her shirt. She screamed.

I intended to do a bit of AA x S, or at least something other than hatred and you know it's harder that I thought to set up a priest and a vampire. Go figure.

./. Not seeing your favorite pairing/characters- send me a suggestion and I'll do my best to swing it. Make sure to note if you want 'fluff' or just an interaction .\.

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Nini: I'll work on making the chapters longer. I'm literally writing at work, so the length and the updates too depend on how much time/work I have. Some will be ridiculously short- just a taste, one scene, because that's what i want to do. I'll combine the multiple chapters in the end so it's just more compact, but I end when I have to leave, lol.

Alucardfan 13: Alright…A x S coming soon! After this one I was planning to do something with Millenium, but I could stick a fluffy ficlet in first. Also, I'm planning to do a holiday collection. I haven't chosen A x S or P x S…maybe both, but look for that.