A/N: ...finally poor Seras finds some affection from her master...if what you see below is called 'affection'.

Wow, this story is becoming a novel! I'm interested as to how many of you will read it to the end.

Disclaimer: I do NOT, in any way, own Hellsing or the characters in it. It is owned by Kohta Hirano, Dark Horse Manga, and any other business or people who assisted in creating these fascinating characters!

Master and Servant

Seras had lost all awareness of time when her head hit the pillow the day before. All she could remember was drinking her fill of five blood baskets and then heading off to bed for the morning. She groaned as her alarm clock started and hit the top of it. Sitting up, she noticed that the lid to her coffin wasn't even closed. It was half open, and resting diagonally to the side of its properly sealed place. She lifted it completely and scanned the room. Her master's coffin sat opposite hers, as it should.

"You must be more tired than you look," Alucard muttered.

Seras turned her head to the back of a tall chair. "Master? I don't remember you coming back here last night…"

"I was here," Alucard stood up and walked over to his coffin, "And there."

Seras frowned at the cryptic statement, "Well, good evening," and rose to her knees.

Her master smiled as he watched Seras wipe her eyes and yawn like a lion cub waking up from her sleep. Sharp teeth extended for a moment's breath and then retracted swiftly into concealment. He gazed out at the rising moon lovingly and watched the forest beyond.

"Is there something on your mind, master?" Seras asked as she rummaged through her coffin to find a uniform.

"Always," he answered. And saving her the trouble of nagging him with another question, he continued, "Tonight is when we hunt down vampires in downtown London. Albert has discovered an infestation of them, and it's our job to exterminate the problem."

Seras grinned, "Can't wait."

Alucard turned his face back to his fledgling, "Really? That's not the usual response I could ever get from you."

Seras halfheartedly laughed, "Yes, well, you've been absent for three decades, remember?"

"Hmm," he replied, and stared back at the moon, "happenstances of life."

Seras controlled her urge to lecture him on how that 'happenstance' caused pain for both her and Integra. She rolled her eyes instead and changed with lightning speed into her uniform. Fortunately, Alucard gave her the privacy she needed and turned his back to moon-gaze. She then made it to her dresser and opened a drawer to her left. Within seconds, she ripped open the blood packets stowed there and tipped them into her mouth. She closed her eyes as her senses became overwhelmed by the nourishing taste. Seras clenched the packet to obtain every last drop and then gently opened the plastic bag back up to begin licking the interior. Wasting one drop of her life force was no option. After a brief moment of satiation, she tore through the next blood packet, and the next, until she could no longer find any others within the drawer. The Draculina sighed, completely content, and looked back to notice that her master was staring at her with an intrigued expression.

She smiled flirtatiously, "Never thought I'd enjoy it that much?"

He smiled in return, "Didn't think it was possible."

"Again," Seras stressed the word, "You've been gone for quite some time."

"I'd love to see what else will come as a surprise, then," he walked soundlessly across the room to the doorway.

Seras followed her master up endless flights of stairs until they met the ground floor. White and black checkerboard tiles led to dark maroon and gold carpets and expensive furniture. Everything within the mansion seemed old and new. It had been kept under fine care and management by Albert who saw art in even the smallest, hand-polished silver spoons that had engravings on the side. Everything that was incomplete, ancient, or a mystery completely fascinated him, and it was because of his fascination with the mansion that it stayed in great care and cleanliness.

The two vampires finally made it to the parlor area and hoisted up their guns. Albert had reloaded them with finer bullets and told both that they would be placed in the parlor. Seras reached for her Harkonnen rifle and balanced it easily on her index finger. Alucard picked up his new Jackal, now having a pair of them. He slid both within the folds of his jacket and grinned. Seras then reached for the Casull, a gun Alucard no longer cared for. Last was her combat knife. Vampires fighting against one another usually meant that there would be hand-to-hand combat eventually. Seras made the 15in blade herself and carved 'Hellsing' into it. She was admiring the curvature of the blade when a thought occurred to her.

"Will SAS be joining us?" she asked.

"No. Their new suits will need to be tested before Integra lets them out on the streets. Tonight, it's just you and me, Police Girl," he turned to her with fresh amusement in his eyes, "Or are you nervous?"

Seras laughed, "As much as you'd like to think that I still quiver and shake at your voice, it's not going to happen. I'm not nervous; just not used to us working together again. Forgive me, it's been thirty years."

Alucard chuckled as he freely reached for his fledgling and wrapped his arm around her backside. She was warm to the touch, which only made his skin tingle and crave for more contact. In that moment, he realized how long it had been since he had touched anyone or been touched. Normally, he didn't like skin contact nor did he ever seek it out; but feeling the warmth of his fledgling's body, the fact that she'd just fed, made him forget how intimate the act was. Her body immediately stiffened and went rigid with shock as he pulled her closer to him. He knew she wasn't ready; he knew she was still too young to even consider taking her truly as his own; he knew there was still innocence in her that had to be killed in order for her to survive, and not just to survive existence and history…but to survive from him as well. The elder vampire looked into widened eyes and smirked at their confusion.

"You may not shiver at my voice, Police Girl, but you still do at my touch," he murmured, the smile she could hear in his voice as he brought his lips to her ear.

Seras felt her cheeks grow hot and she immediately knew she was blushing. The young woman hadn't felt him touch her ever so affectionately, even if his intentions were strictly carnal. Yet, after a moment's touch it shocked her into silence not because he was touching her, though a portion of it was, but because she could sense the overall gentleness with which he held her. Her eyes wandered up his sharp facial features and to his flickering eyes. Something had piqued their interest; they were patient…waiting; it was her move, and Seras suddenly felt compelled to show him just how much she had changed since he saw her last. But she waited, letting the moment drag out to make sure Alucard thought he'd won his little power game. As soon as his arm loosened its grip on her waist, and as soon as he sighed in slight frustration, Seras let her arms slither up his chest and wrap around his neck, tugging him back to her. Alucard's eyes widened this time as the fire reentered into his eyes filled with life once more by her touch.

"What was that about me shivering at your touch?" she asked in a low flirtatious purr.

Alucard's hands instantly found themselves back at her hips and rested comfortably there, though he could already sense her anticipation. But within the moment, nothing happened except master and servant staring into the other's eyes. Skin contact followed as Alucard's right hand slid past her hour glass and up her arms to her face. He gently grasped her warm neck against his cold hand and brushed her cheek with his index finger and thumb, never once breaking eye-contact. Seras reached up to trace his jaw line, the bridge of his nose, and his thick ebony hairline against the ghostly whiteness of his skin. Seras exhaled and watched her master close his eyes, as if he was remembering a memory.

Even though the moment may have looked strange, and even though it should have felt incorrect to Seras after all of the years he never pursued her, nor even deigned to touch her, she felt entirely at peace. Sensing his arms holding her in a kind of embrace made her feel complete, like he was half of her, and she half of him. Seras could sense her master struggling to keep himself from her; but his servant realized that the more she held onto him, the harder it was to control himself. Alucard's eyes opened, and most of their predatory gaze had melted away to a look of soft sorrow.

"Seras," Alucard whispered, "If–"

"Alucard, there you are!" Integra exclaimed, walking up to the pair, "Making an old body chase her servant all around her mansion is not a good way to start the night for you."

"Apologies, master," Alucard stated tightly.

Alucard restricted Seras from moving; she stayed glued to him instead. And instead of resisting at the awkward scene, she only gripped him tighter at the sight of Integra, slightly angered that the director ruined the special moment. The Hellsing Director stood for a second but then continued on, pretending that the embrace she saw was normal.

"I expect you both to come back with blood on your hands. Leave no survivors, is that understood?" she asked, assuming her professional composure.

"Yes," both vampires said in unison.

"Good," Integra nodded, fitting a cigar into her mouth, "Then–"

"Sir!" Albert ran up in a white lab coat splattered here and there with red. He paused to a dead halt as he saw Alucard and Seras. His jaw tightened visibly and his eyes fell to the floor in defeat.

"Butler," Integra tapped her foot, "You have my attention, now use it well."

Albert leveled his eyes, avoiding the area Alucard and Seras contained, "Of course. I…I…" he closed his eyes, "I just wanted you to know that I've started examining the gunshot wound to the lord's head, and I know you wanted me to inform you of when that was starting."

"Ah, yes. Off you go then; I'll be right up after I sign a few papers," Integra made one last stern glance Seras's way and then headed up one of the sets of staircases to her office.

Albert left without looking back at either of them; but instead of feeling betrayed or spiteful, he knew that in the end, Seras was Alucard's. He had turned her, she was his servant, and her alliegance would always be with him.

Seras stared for a moment after Albert, and then turned to look at her master. Alucard was grinning madly and glanced down at her.

"If there was a word more hateful than 'loathing', that would be his feelings toward me," he grinned. Seras smiled too, though it was forced.

Integra exhaled the rubbing alcohol smell from her nose from the medical room. Its sterile environment was almost too much for the director to even bear, but she cleared her throat to speak.

"Before you ask me if I have anything," Albert interrupted, his head bent over Lord Ethridge's body and his uniform a white cloak with latex gloves, "May I please remind you that I've had this body for less than nine hours, that there is nothing physically wrong with his body other than the fact that he shot himself, and that he is perfectly healthy otherwise? Oh, and the fact that I had to sleep for four of those hours in order to be half-functional for this operation."

"Thank you for the update, but I must inform you of the…royal pressure that is placed upon me finding out exactly what happened," Integra worded. She didn't have time for outbursts of complaints of sarcasm.

Albert slightly looked up, but was not facing her, "So the King wishes to know of this?"

"King William does want to know. He has every right to know."

"I take it you've told them about Alucard's return then too?" he asked, reaching for tweezers.

Integra's shoulders tensed, "I have, and they were not at all happy upon hearing his arrival. Of course, they were somewhat aware of the vampire in 2000. But they had not grown up dealing with them as his grandmother did."

Albert nodded, lifting a fold of skin off of the lord's chest, "Naturally, they would probably manifest characteristics of…paranoia and overreacting."

Integra's ancient blue eyes calmly rested across the room on the clock. "Can anyone blame them? At a time where you truly grow up in the Recovery Period, can anyone blame you for fearing the likes of vampires? Can anyone blame you for hating what crushed your world and innocence?"

Albert scoffed, "Well, when you put it like that, Sir."

"They will learn in time how to deal with –" her voice ceased when she saw her butler's body stiffen. After a short moment, she moved closer to him, her heart beginning to start, "Albert?"

"Yes," he turned around, exposing his layered spectacles with eight different lenses. His eyes were enlarged eight times their original size due to the glasses, and Integra almost flinched at the strange look.

"Is there something you found?" she asked.

"I…I'm not sure," he whispered, turning swiftly back to the body. A hand shortly after motioned for her to come and peek with him.

She hesitantly moved closer and peered over the table to the body of what once belonged to her former colleague and friend. A mournful facial expression changed her face rapidly as she remembered her times with the man. But the moment was short lived when her butler grunted.

"Here! Do you see it?" he reached with tweezers next to the body's head and pulled on something long.

Integra squinted her eyes until they felt strained. She could barely see anything besides the gaping hole that was blasted through his skull. Albert quickly zoomed in on the lord's wound with a mirror-sized magnifying glass. She then gazed into it, trying not to notice bits of flesh and tissue still attached, and saw a long thin strand of some kind. Glancing back at her servant, she frowned.

"What is it?" was her question.

Albert smiled, "Certainly not a piece of human tissue. The beauty of mysteries, Sir, is that they take time to unravel. Come back in an hour or so, and I'm sure I'll have something for you. As of right now, all I can give are speculations."

Integra reluctantly agreed and exited the room, leaving Albert to his toys and machines as she usually did. When he gave her a date or a specific time, if she checked up on him then, he would usually have something new for her. With the director gone, he returned to his work, now in complete engrossment and solitude. He smiled at the solitary company of just himself and a dead man. Often bombarded with beckoning calls and orders, he now could continue at his own pace for once.

"Lord Ethridge, what can you tell me about your suicide?" Albert asked, bending down to peek closer, "That is…if it was a suicide at all…"

Seras enjoyed the silence of the night…other than the noise of the drunkards out on a Friday evening. The noise and stench was enough to cause her to gag, but she controlled herself and kept to the shadows instead. Her master was right behind her, which was a nice change. She inhaled and picked up a vampire's scent close by. The only problem was that Russell Square was close to many important and iconic English buildings such as The National Gallery in Trafalgar Square, and even within reaching distance of Buckingham Palace.

Seras sighed in frustration. On the one hand, everything was within walking distance in London, but on the other, that was a one-minute sprint for a vampire. Everything was crowded together, and that made precious buildings and monuments even more of a target for collateral damage when fighting against vampires. Alucard and Seras both had to be alert and needed to choose their battlefield wisely.

"I see nothing has changed," Alucard murmured, "Everything looks similar to the way it was."

Seras glanced around and paused for a moment, "The Tower of London was partially destroyed once, Horatio Nelson in Trafalgar Square was hit three times, Parliament was hit more than once, and Buckingham Palace was almost hit once. Most of everything is rebuilt now, so that's why it seems normal. But the past years have been anything but normal."

They were coming up on Southampton and she suddenly smelled something.

"Do you smell that?" She asked.

Alucard nodded, "I recognize it."

Seras turned around and eyed her master. Shaking her head, she shuddered and remembered that, in the end, she usually didn't want to knowwhat he was talking about. The two closed in on the scent and narrowed it down to a small pub next to the Imperial Hotel. The stench, Seras could tell, was more than beer, vomit, and low hygiene. It was human flesh and blood, and it was being boiled. The sweet smell of it was found nowhere else.

Seras slung the Harkonnen Rifle over her shoulder and placed the Casull in her belt; a spare was in a strap on her leg. Alucard smiled eagerly and tapped at his Jackal. Seras then took a hair tie and wrapped her strawberry-blonde hair in a small pony tail. Her bangs fell into her face once more, but the Draculina was too focused to notice that her master was chuckling already.

"Well, let's get this done with. I didn't drink this morning, and I'm starting to regret it," Alucard moved forward and into the pub.

Seras took a deep breath and followed her master. Vampiric eyes adjusted immediately, and she walked to the middle of the dimly lit room.

"This is Hellsing Order of Royal Protestant Knights! Everybody get down on the ground and put your hands on your head!" Seras shouted, Alucard right in front of her.

Men and women screamed and dropped their drinks. The bartender put her hands up and placed them on the table as others complied and lay down on the stained carpet floor. Some men and women hit the ground before the end of her sentence, and it took all of her restraint not to laugh at their buzzed state. Alucard grinned at the bartender and glided across the floor to her. She shivered as he inched closer, his eyes engulfing her into a trance.

"My dear, you know what we came for, don't you?" he murmured.

Her green eyes glazed over and she nodded slowly, "I do."

"Do not restrain from letting us know where they are," he leaned closer.

The woman breathed in sharply as if she were drowning, "They come and take my clients every other week and…and eat them. It's terrible. They hit other pubs so they're not caught siphoning too much from one pub. I've been informing the police, but they can't be stopped, they're too powerful and too fast. And their minions…" she whispered in horror, "Some of their undead minions used to be my clients."

Alucard hushed her and broke the trance, smiling. "That will be all."

Seras scanned the others but sensed no vampires in the room. But what confused her was how certain she'd been that the vampires were near. She sensed that their proximity was close, and yet there were none to be seen. She turned to her master with a distraught look on her face and almost apologized for being inaccurate.

"Come, Police Girl," Alucard waved her forward and made his way across the room.

She stared on in confusion, though she was able to force herself to move in his direction. "You know where they are?"

Her master grinned, "They wouldn't have gone too far if they come and get their blood so often now." He turned to look at the ground and phased through the carpet.

People lying on the ground gasped in shock and rolled away from Seras in fright. She smiled and phased through the ground as well. The darkness enveloped her and the smell of human burnt flesh increased tenfold. Her nose wrinkled as she felt her atoms fuse themselves back together into one whole piece. Eyes adjusted once more and Seras was taken aback at the dank area. Her master was a couple of paces ahead of her. A pathway dimly lit by broken lights showed the way, along with a fresh trail of blood.

Alucard took one whiff in and smiled, "Ahh. This reminds me of the olden days with torches and swords, brimstone and fire."

Seras grinned, "Master, you're in the present. Shall we follow this or continue to day-dream?"

Her master sighed, "Very well then. Go on."

The pathway was dank, dark, and mostly covered in stone and dirt. The cieling was one continuous archway of stone that led through twists and turns. Seras soon began to realize that it looked like midieval streets. The dim lights eventually disappeared to darkness, but both vampires preferred it. The air was stagnant, stuffy, and Seras almost choked on it. However, both came upon the growing stench of human flesh and blood as well as an arched door coming into their vision. Alucard and his servant crept up to it and paused.

"Should we introduce ourselves?" Alucard asked.

Seras nodded, "I believe we shall, but allow me to do the honors. Sometimes, barging in isn't the only option" she pushed her master aside, undid her hair tie and a couple of buttons on her uniform, and knocked on the door. Then the young vampire set her rifle aside and out of sight.

"And what, pray tell, would be another option?" her master asked.

Seras turned to face him briefly, "The tasteful deception of womanly wiles, of course," she batted her eyes. Her master grinned madly from her comment, though she turned back around, ignoring him for the moment.

A few moments later, a latch was opened and a pair of red eyes revealed themselves, "Who's there?" it growled.

Seras tossed her hair, standing with one foot in front of the other and pushed her shoulder back to conceal the 'Hellsing' insignia knitted into it. She puffed her chest out as she forced herself to start crying, "I-I'm so sorry," she sniffled, "But I was being hunted down by these cops a few blocks away. I lost them at Kingsway, b-but I'm really scared. They were able to catch my sister and decapitated her right in front of me!" Seras wiped at her eyes.

"They just keep hunting us until there's none left," the voice stated in disgust. The pair of red eyes looked her up and down. Then he noticed a little boy standing next to her as well. "Who's the kid?"

Seras looked down and saw a boy in tattered clothes next to her. He looked up at her expectantly with red eyes and shied away from the man's voice. Seras thought quickly and sniffled again, controlling her spasms, "That's my little brother. I carried him here. He's all I have in this world," she broke the stare between her and Alucard and then turned back to face the latch before she forgot it was there, "Please, sir. We'll only stay one night, I promise."

The man looked her over once more, nodded, and shouted to a few others behind him in the room as the door was opened slowly. Seras quickly grabbed her Harkonnen and barged through aiming at each of the vampires. The men and women in the room gasped at the sudden intrusion, and the man who had let her in became bright red with shame.

The room consisted of one long counter, scattered chairs, and one huge table with an ancient fireplace next to it. There was a kettle running, and Seras could smell from there that they were warming up some blood. She looked at each vampire in disgust as she realized that this scene was what her kind was reduced to. There was no humanity left. None. And none would be spared for them.

"Alright, vampires. You're going to stop feeding off of the humans in the pub above you. Otherwise, we'll have to kill you," Seras warned as she aimed for one of the vampires who looked like she was grabbing a weapon.

"Be a realist, Police Girl. These vampires are dying right now," Alucard phased into his adult form and reached for his two pistols.

"WAIT!" One of the women threw her hands up, "Look, if you want part of our meal, fine. In fact, take it all; we have more to spare. Just don't go telling the police!"

"Lady," Seras cocked her pistol, "We are the police."

The woman's eyes widened to saucers, "But you're vampires. You can't be–" she stopped and paused, "…Oh, God. You're…you're Hellsing!"

In a vicious stampeede, the enemy vampires all roared and dove for their weapons at the same time. There was hardly a moment to breathe, but Seras fired her rifle straight into two of them and smiled as the discharge smoke parted and she saw them scream and turn into ash. Alucard didn't hesitate as he fired his Jackal between another woman's eyes and turned to fire at the foolish man who'd gave them entrance. But that man had swiftly grabbed Alucard's gun and pushed it down, shooting the floor instead. The man then reached for a stake in his belt and laughed as he lunged forward and watched it pierce through Alucard's skin.

Seras feinted right to dodge another row of bullets from other oncoming vampires. She then planted her hand on the flat top of the counter and swung her legs gracefully over and disappeared over the side. She needed cover to avoid getting hit with too many bullets. Alucard, on the other hand, never minded being a meat shield at first. There, she paused and reloaded her gun for the next round of freaks.

But then another vampire leaped over the bar. Seras instinctively raised her gun and caught his mouth on the top of the barrel of her rifle; she pulled the trigger without reluctance, causing his head to explode into mush and spray around her. She smiled, not recalling the last time when she had this much fun. However, the best part to her was the fact that she was back with her master, and everything felt right once more now that she was working side-by-side with him again. More shots were fired, but at least six of the ten inhabitants were ash.

Seras took out her silver combat knife and lunged over the bar and into the crosshairs of the battle. Her master was slicing off the head of another vampire when one tackled him from behind and pinned his arms back. Seras growled and rushed in to kill one when she was shot from behind. She screamed, feeling the individual silver bullets seep into her skin and poison her blood. It was a shotgun, and it fired again. Seras almost dodged it, but the fragments hit the side of her left arm and shredded it like a cheese grater. She fell to her knees in pain, trying to concentrate on healing quickly.

Alucard head-butted the man pinning his arms from behind and turned around to tear his head off. But once the elder vampire turned back around to kill the man who shot his fledgling, the vampire was already aiming for Alucard and shot him square in the chest. Her master staggered back and placed a hand consciously over his heart. Seras gasped and maneuvered her Harkonnen to shoot the man. She cursed something foul as she pulled the trigger, almost breaking it wth her anger and pain. He dodged the shot all too easily and began to laugh uncontrollably at both Alucard and Seras's battered states.

"You are quite brave to come all the way down here. We had a nice business going, and you had to ruin it. Huh, Hellsing," the man snorted, "Looks like I'll have to stop you before you stop me," he grinned and aimed once more for Alucard's chest.

"Wrong," Seras grabbed her combat knife and threw it across the room with unbelievable speed and watched it hit the man below the belt. He screamed in agony and dropped the shotgun, cursing profanities. Sreas grinned at his pain and welcomed the fact that he was falling to the floor to join her.

It was just enough time for Alucard to rush forward and punch his hand through the vampire's chest, watching him gag and gurgle as his body exploded into dust. He turned around and snapped his head toward the door. He could sense a couple had decided their lives on a chance to escape.

"I saw two escaping!" Seras yelled and picked up her knife, wiping off the blood of more than a few vampires. She smiled and turned to her master, eager for his orders.

But Alucard made no motion to pursue the freaks. Instead, he looked down and frowned at the wound…and the fact that it was growing. A short pause entered the room, but it was short-lived. Seras immediately sensed his emotions and stood up from kneeling. Seras then made her way to her master with a terrified expression on her face. Alucard turned to her with a rueful smile and touched his chest. Bits of it turned into dust as his hand continued further and further into his chest. Seras blinked as she noticed his body was becoming transparent and the contours of his body began to outline his form. She shook her head violently in despair and tried to grab hold onto his shoulders.

"Master, master, you can't do this again. I can't let you do this!" She shouted in anger. He couldn't disappear again!

"Police Girl, do not fear," he reassured.

"What's going on?" she asked, watching her hands fall through his shoulders. Panic swept over her, and the fact that Sir Integra would KILL her if he left again. It would be on her neck, and she liked where her head was.

"I don't believe I was able to obtain any familiars in time for this little skirmish tonight," he reasoned.

Seras scoffed, "You didn't get any familiars? That means you can't regenerate. And if you can't regenerate..."

"Do not worry," he smiled, his voice already a faint echo.

"MASTER!" Seras tried to grab onto his whole body this time but fell through and hit the wall on the other side. She turned swiftly back around only to see the rest of the empty room. "MMAASSTTEERR!" she screamed.

Nothing answered her. She grabbed at her chest, a human reflex, to control a heart that no longer beat and hadn't for 49 years. Her eyes raced wildly around the room, looking for something, anything. But no sign came nor did she feel her master's presence. She closed her eyes and felt tears well up.

There was no way, there was no way, Seras repeated. He has to come back, he has to!

There is no way I would ever leave, a voice answered.

Seras started as she felt the familiar mental connection to her master again. His body phased into existence once more, his jacket, his black suit, his glasses, his black boots, and his white gloves all reappeared right in front of his fledgling. The last to show was a smile plastered to his face and a chuckle to follow. He opened his eyes and looked over Seras. He noticed her crossed arms and resigned glare; she said nothing.

"I told you not to worry. You see, I don't need familiars anymore. They have become obsolete now that I am everything and nothing…now that I can be anywhere and nowhere. Granted, I did die, but since I can choose to be in more than one place, I just reappeared right here. Schrödinger's powers are now at my disposal."

His Draculina picked up her guns and shoved her knife into her belt, angered that she had forgotten. "I will debate quantum physics with you later," Seras stated, making sure to not look at him, "We need to kill the other two vampires before word gets out that we hit this place."

Alucard agreed and phased through the walls and up to the ground floor, as did his servant. The vampires looked around to scan the area when Alucard looked over the ruins of the pub. It was as if a monster had come in and torn everything to bits and pieces. Tables were cracked and splintered, glass was shattered, and blood was spilt. Smears and smudges of it were freshly on the ground, and the bodies of the two vampires. One was impaled through the chest on a broken table leg, and the other was shot point-blank range into the bar counter creating a splintering dent into the woodwork of its frame. Alucard bent down and traced his fingers across one's chest. Bringing the dust to his nose, he frowned and stood up, balling his fists. Seras then whipped her head around, catching a fresh scent herself. She turned to her master in shock, recognizing the smell. Robes. Crosses. Prayers whispered. Blessed silver.

Section XIII.

There was no scent of a vampire doing this treachery; it was the scent of Section XIII. Seras and Alucard walked out of the pub slowly and into the street, scanning once more for an agent. Seras knew that their fragil treaty of thirty years had been shattered moments after they had arrived in London to destroy Alucard, or so Maxwell had hoped; but she never thought that they could just trespass whenever it suited them. This act would always pose as a strict religious violation, and if not that, then a border violation no matter what. A sudden movement behind them made both whirl around.

"Hso, hyou hthink hyou're he honly hones hunting hampires, huh?" Heinkel leaped off of the roof of the pub behind them and stood up to grab her pistols; a grin filled with scar tissue accompanied the act.

"Heinkel!" Seras growled.

Seras IS Alucard's. I hope none of you start wanting AlbertxSeras because of that scene ^.^

It's the romance that will never be. And don't worry cough cough (Kiryuu500 and Animefan111)...Albert is strong, he will be ok in the end :D

~Albert is like Ducky from NCIS, talking to the dead while performing an autopsy! Ha!~

And Hello Section XIII. Paths will slightly intertwine again, but because of my specific bad guys, I'm pretty sure that XIII would join the bad guys if it knew what they were doing...