(A/N: The next chapter is here. I had originally finished it yesterday, but I wanted to wait to today before posting it since it's Halloween; I'm gonna go as Joker. Anyway, for this chapter, I decided to make an attempt at the more humorous side of 'Hellsing' towards the end. Oh, and if you get confused with my new character, I'll explain about them at the end. So enjoy the chapter.)

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Chapter 7: Acceptance

Seras groaned as she reached for consciousness. That bastard Iniquitous, why did he have to shoot her? She was cooperating.

'He's a sick twisted individual, just like the rest of them. I really shouldn't be surprised. And why the hell are my wrists burning?'

She opened her eyes and found herself in a room different from the one she had passed out in. from the looks of things, this was where all the experiments to create the Freaks were done. And that left her with a very bad feeling.

"You're awake already?" someone asked. "I didn't expect you to wake up so soon."

Seras blinked and looked around for whoever was speaking. There were several people in the room, and from what she was sensing from them, they were human. All but one. The one that had spoken was a vampire.

"Don't try anything funny." He said. "Those shackles have been blessed. You can't escape from them."

'That explains why they're burning.' Seras thought, as she realized her wrists, ankles, neck, and waste were indeed in shackles. "What the hell is going on?"

The vampire sneered at her. "Just a little research, with a side dish of revenge."

Seras struggled, but the chains seemed unbreakable. "What revenge? What the hell did I do to you?"

The vampire bared his fangs. "You killed my sister for starters."

"Your sister?" Seras repeated. "You mean that slut, Bloody Mary?"

The vampire's fist collided with Seras' face. "Bitch! Don't you dare talk about her!"

"Don't beat on her too much, Sinclair." Diabolique said, currently in succubus form, as she and Iniquitous entered the room. "We don't get the fledglings of Alucard everyday, you know."

Sinclair brought his face much too close to Seras' for comfort. "You underestimate a vampire's healing abilities. I could pound her into an inch of her life and she would recover in no time."

Seras snapped her jaws at him and he jumped back. Iniquitous and Diabolique laughed at the look on Sinclair's face. "She's a fighter." Iniquitous stated. "We look forward to seeing the results of your experiment."

Seras froze. "E-Experiment?"

Sinclair grinned at the fearful look on the younger vampire's face. "Oh yes. I have some very interesting plans for you, Police Girl."

Seras began struggling again, but was unable to break away. 'Damn shackles! Who the hell did they get to bless them anyway?' "Let me go!"

That just made Sinclair laugh. "Sorry, my little vampire, but you're going to be here a long, long time. And I'll tell you this much, it's not going to be pleasant." Panicking a little, Seras thrashed about even harder. Sinclair glared at her and grabbed her by the hair. "I need you to hold still in order for this to work."

Seras gave him a disbelieving look. "You mean, you want me to cooperate? Begging your pardon, but fuck you!"

Looking irritable, Sinclair turned to the succubus. "Diabolique, would you mind?"

Smirking, Diabolique approached Seras. "Look into my eyes, Police Girl."

"No!"

Yet even as she said it, she felt herself drawn into the creature's hypnotic gaze.

"Sleep."

The word echoed through her mind. Seras felt a shiver of fear as she remembered what Alucard had told her about Diabolique's kind being able to control her thoughts.

'No, I don't want to sleep! I can't!'

"Sleep, Seras."

Her eyes began getting heavy. 'Sleep, eh? Well maybe it's not such a bad idea… Just for a few minutes…'

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Alucard waited in the dark room Diabolique had brought him to. The so-called master was supposed to meet him here. While standing in the darkness, Alucard made sure to keep a mental connection with Seras to make sure nothing was happening to her. Right now he sensed that she was asleep. Apparently, she had been unable to resist Diabolique's hypnosis.

'Oh, Seras, what am I going to do with you, my little Police Girl?'

Making sure to keep his senses on Seras, he also reached out to the presences around him. He thought he felt Integra, but he wasn't certain if it was her. He also felt another presence, one he hadn't felt since long before he fell into Hellsing's servitude. The last one he felt, the one that was slowly approaching, felt familiar as well, only this version was warped.

The door opened and a boy that appeared to be no older than 12 entered. Alucard knew immediately that this boy wasn't human, nor was he an ordinary child. He watched with a raised eyebrow as the boy walk over to, what Alucard assumed was a thrown, and sat down, watching Alucard with interest.

For several seconds, the boy just stared at Alucard, before breaking out into an evil sneer. "The great vampire lord, Alucard. How I have longed for this day."

Alucard cocked his head to the side. "You're the master?"

"Indeed." The boy told him. "Don't be fooled by my age or appearance. I have much knowledge and many memories of your past."

Alucard raised an eyebrow. "Really? Although you do seem familiar, I don't recall having met you."

The boy snickered. "Not me exactly. But you did meet, for lack of a better word, my father."

"Your father?" Alucard repeated. "And just who was your father."

The boy tapped his fingers together. "He's not technically my father, but I wouldn't know what else to call him."

"You're making me lose my patience. Stop with your word games and tell me what you want to tell me."

The boy laughed. "Very well. My father was none other than Montana Max."

It wasn't too often that Alucard was surprised, but he was now. "The Major was your father?"

"Once again, for lack of a better word." The boy replied. "I'm not his offspring, I'm his clone."

Alucard studied the boy with interest. The boy did indeed look like a child version of The Major. But still, the thought of a clone never crossed his mind. But he believed him. If Millennium was capable of creating vampires and other demonic creatures, surely they could clone The Major.

"You don't say. Well tell me, Junior, why exactly would The Major want a clone of himself?"

The clone laughed. "A backup, I guess you could say. What my father desired more than anything was a never-ending war. I was created on the off chance that should he be killed, his war would continue." He sighed and leaned back. "But he miscalculated. He wanted me to have a fresh start. I too started out as an infant and was grown in a lab. Since I wasn't a precise clone, I didn't think like my father. I had his body, but I am my own person."

"So you left Millennium?"

"Obviously. War is good fun, but there is so much more to life than constant war. What I want is for the people of this world to know what true horror is. I want them to know the sweet taste of suffering. I want them to know fear to its fullest extent."

Alucard showed no interest in the clone's sick desires. "I have seen and heard all kinds of things in this world. Things that not even you could possible imagine. Do you really expect me to be disturbed by you crazy fantasy?"

The clone, who Alucard had decided to refer to as Junior, laughed. "No, Alucard. I know what kind of creature you are. You could watch someone suffer and not even bat an eye." His grin widened. "But you're not the only one like that. I found another. Someone who you used to know. An old friend, if you will. And he has been waiting a very long time for this reunion. He's just itching for revenge."

He snapped his fingers and someone stepped out of the darkness. For the second time this evening, Alucard was surprised. So the familiar presence he had sensed was correct.

"Well, well, this is a pleasant surprise." He said with a smile. "I had thought you dead all this time."

Though in human form, the being that had stepped out of the darkness was as much a human as Alucard was. "I've been bidding my time, vampire king. I hear you now go by the name Alucard, and that you're now in the service of Hellsing."

Alucard just grinned. "It seems you too are now in the service of humans… Romasanta, king of the werewolves."

The werewolf king grinned. "It's been a long time, even among our standards, my worthy adversary. How has your un-life been treating you?"

"It's been very entertaining. And it just got even better, my furry friend." He turned to Junior. "I now know why you wanted to wait until the moon was full before meeting with me. Werewolves are at their strongest these nights."

Junior laughed. "What can I say? I have the very first vampire and the very first werewolf right in front of me. I wanted you to be at your strongest. And also I needed more time with the Hellsing bitch."

Alucard's eyes narrowed as he remembered Integra. "Where is she?"

"All in good time. If you can defeat Romasanta, I'll let you see her again."

Alucard looked back at the ancient werewolf. "If that is all that's required. I beat him before."

Romasanta's yellow eyes narrowed. "You did not defeat me. I won't accept defeat until you manage to kill me."

"I thought I did," Alucard replied, raising guns, "but I'll make sure to put an end to you this time."

Romasanta grinned in a way that Alucard normally did during the heat of battle. "No, it will be me that puts an end to you."

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Seras blinked as she looked around her environment. Why did everything look like it was two-dimensional?

'It looks like I'm in some badly drawn anime,' she thought. "Master? Where are you? Master! Is anyone here?"

"I'm here."

Seras tensed up, praying the speaker wasn't who she thought it was. Slowly her head turned and her worst fears were confirmed. "AHHHHHH! NOT YOU! AGAIN!"

The old man smiled. "Yes, it is I. The spirit of your Harkonnen! I've come back to- wait don't run!"

"Stay away from me!" Seras cried, running as fast as possible. "You're a freak! Leave me alone!"

The Spirit of the Harkonnen suddenly appeared in front of her. "But I need to talk to you."

Seras skidded to a halt and ran in the opposite direction. He kept appearing in front of her, no matter which direction she ran in. "No, no, no, no! You're going to do something perverted to me!"

The Spirit of the Harkonnen looked insulted. "I'm not going to do something perverted."

Seras stopped trying to escape. "You're not."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen open his mouth to say something, but then his eyes began wandering over her body. "Well, you are rather cute."

"NOOOOOO!" Seras' open palm slammed into the Spirit of the Harkonnen's face and she began running again. "Help! Master, Sir Integra, Walter, Pip, HELP!"

The Spirit of the Harkonnen waved his arms around, trying to get Seras' attention. "Don't be so upset. This is just a dream. Nothing can hurt you here."

Seras stopped. She ran back towards the Spirit of the Harkonnen and glared at him. "If I'm dreaming, then why the hell are you in my head? Get out of my dream."

There was no response from the Spirit of the Harkonnen. He was merely staring at her, drooling. A moment later, Seras noticed that his eyes were on her breasts.

"PERVERT!" she shouted, punching him in the face. "Get out of my dream before I make this your nightmare."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen got up and dusted himself off. "This is the thanks I get for coming to help you."

"I don't need your help."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? Because to me it looked like you're really struggling with being a vampire."

Seras' anger turned into bewilderment, and then into sadness. She turned away, looking down. "I suppose that's true. Everyone has such high expectations of me, yet I can't seem to do anything right. I still don't know how to completely use my powers, I feel guilty for having to Feed on people, and I'm terrible afraid of the fact that I enjoy tearing things to pieces." She looked over her shoulder at the Spirit of the Harkonnen, and saw him picking wax out of his ear. She narrowed her eyes. "Are you listening to me?"

"Hmm, what? Oh, yes, yes, of course." He cleared his throat. "Seras, the reason you feel this way is because you haven't accepted the fact that you're a vampire. You have to stop thinking that way."

Seras cut her eyes at him. "So, you want me to basically give up my conscience and become an evil cold blooded monster?"

The Spirit of the Harkonnen crossed his arms. "Is that how you see Alucard?"

Seras winced. "No, not at all. I mean, ok, he can be scary and sadistic, and he is somewhat insane, and he does enjoy his hunts, but that's in a vampire's nature. I can't hold that against him."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen floated over to her. "And what separates him from Millennium and the other monsters you two fight?"

Seras narrowed her eyes at him, angry that he would even compare her master to those evil creatures. "Those monsters enjoy causing pain and suffering. They kill for no reason other than sport. Master may enjoy killing as well, but he only kills for food and when he's attacked."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen cocked his head to the side. "So what's wrong with following in his footsteps?"

Seras was silent for a minute as she chose her words carefully. "Killing people like those of Millennium doesn't really bother me, but hunting innocent people for food, it just seems evil."

"But is it?" the Spirit of the Harkonnen asked. "Just because you feed on humans, does that truly make you evil?" He waited for a response, but got none. "Let me put it this way. There are other animals in this world that will feed on people. Sharks, bears, crocodiles. When any of these eat a human, would you call that creature evil, or simply acting on its instinct?"

Seras hung her head. "Instinct, I guess. But it's not the same. They don't know any better."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen shrugged. "Perhaps, but it's survival of the fittest. Vampires are meant to feed on humans, so humans simply classified them as 'evil'. Would vampires be evil if they fed on cats or rabbits instead?"

Now Seras was lost. "That has nothing to do with. Besides, vampires don't have to feed on people. I've been keeping up my strength by sleeping in a coffin with dirt from my birthplace to keep up my strength."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen nodded. "Yes, that's true. It does rejuvenate your strength, but you still go hungry. The top of the food chain is the top of the food chain, Seras. The strong prey upon the weak. Don't humans eat animals that are beneath them? Fish, turkey, lobst-"

"That's different." Seras interrupted. "Humans need meat to-"

"Ever hear of a vegetarian?" the Spirit of the Harkonnen pointed out. "They don't have to kill these animals for food. They do it because it's in their nature. Just like it's in yours."

Seras hugged herself and looked at the ground. "You make a point, but it still doesn't seem right."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen shook his finger at her. "It's your human side that doesn't think it's right. What does your vampire side say?" Seras didn't answer, but she didn't have to. They both knew what her vampire side felt. "You have to let that part of you go. Stop criticizing yourself for when you give into your vampire side."

Seras shook her head. "I've tried, but it feels like if I do that I'll lose my humanity completely."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen gave Seras a serious look. "But you're not human, Seras." Seras' eyes widened at that statement. "Stop fighting it. Be what you are. Alucard gave you another chance to live, but until you're at peace with yourself, you'll never truly live."

Seras' bottom lip trembled. She felt tears prickling her eyes. She reached up and wiped them away. Her tears were of blood. What more proof did she need that she was truly no longer human, nor would she ever be one again?

A sad smile crept up her face. "Maybe you're right. I mean, I know you're really just a figment of my imagination, and I'm technically arguing with myself, but that doesn't mean that what you're saying isn't true."

The Spirit of the Harkonnen was nodding along with what Seras was saying. "You can be what you are, without being a monster. Oh, and you better hurry up, because the real monsters are planning to do something very nasty to you."

There was no response from Seras. She just continued to stare at the teardrop of blood in her open palm. Finally her hand closed into a fist, and she turned back to the Spirit of the Harkonnen.

"Then I'll show the monsters what it truly means to be a monster." She said, a wicked smile plastered on her face.

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"So what are you going to first?" Iniquitous asked. "We want to see her suffer."

Sinclair grinned. "Oh, don't worry, she will suffer. She will suffer greatly."

Diabolique raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you have me put her to sleep? She won't be able to scream if she's out like this."

Sinclair began going through his tools. "Patience, my friend. The screaming will come. I just need her to remain still and quiet for this first part." He picked up a knife and grinned at his reflection in it. "The best thing about working on vampires is that they keep healing, so I can keep cutting."

But it seemed as if his playtime would be cut short, because on the slab, Seras' eyes snapped open, glowing with an angry red light.

(A/N: I just love messing with Seras. It's hilarious when she freaks out. But it seems that she's finally come to accept that she's truly no longer human. You're really going to love the next chapter; I know I'm going to enjoy writing it. Anyway, I promised you an explanation. I'm talking, of course, about Romasanta. There was supposedly a man who actually had Lycanthropy, a.k.a. the werewolf curse. It was a mental disorder. He didn't change into a wolf, but on the nights of the full moon he believed he did and his mind became that of a wild animal, kind of like how Norman Bates became his murderous mother. There was a movie on the story called 'Werewolf Hunter, the Legend of Romasanta'. You can find some information at Wikipedia or IMDB.com. Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Leave me a review and have a Happy Halloween.)