hey! i change the cover! it's Seras as Carrie and Integra as Reinhardt. It doesn't has to do anything with the story but it was a gift from a friend, i already ask her to do me one with Seras as San (Princess Mononoke) riding Hans in his wolf form :3

"Well my name is Seras Victoria... but I guess you already know that." She said sheepishly.

Hans just nodded, and looked at her. He enjoyed watching her, she was so small and cute. She looked the same as fifty years ago, well, her hair was longer now; it reached her waist.

He remembered the first time he met her. Even when she was just a fledgling she was really strong, she was someone worthy to fight.

Hans had watched her growing as a vampire since she was converted until the war *; and he sympathized with her. When he was turned into a werewolf it was really hard to accept his true nature, he had hurt his beloved ones and he didn't even remember. It was pretty hard to control his inner beast, but after years of training he finally tamed his wildest self.

So he knew how hard it must had been for Seras to drink the blood.

Seras tried to stand up, but her legs gave up and she fell back on the bed. She groaned and tried again, but her body was still very weak. Hans walked towards her and offered his hand to her. She shook her head denying the offered help, but she gave up in trying to stand up.

"Are we in Paris?" Seras asked. She didn't hear the sounds of the city, maybe he took her to other place.

"Nein, ve are in Pont de Magny in Eperrais... zat's 2 hours away from Paris."

"You live here?"

"Ja."

The awkward silence returned and both of them felt really uncomfortable; Seras wanted to ask him about how he survived, but maybe he would get mad or would tell her nothing; and he was being nice to her, he easily could have just leave her when she was hit by the car... maybe she could ask him why he followed her, and in his wolf form; that really freak her out.

She was about to ask but at the same time he said something, none of them hearing what the other had said, and leaving an even more awkward silence.

"You first." Seras talked a few seconds later, with a little blush in her cheeks and looking away.

"Ja...Vhy are you running away from Hellsing?"

At first Hans wasn't sure to ask her, but he had hear her thoughts about being found by her master, and he was really curious. Did she had betrayed Hellsing? If so, he really wanted to know.

Hans watched as Seras frowned and huffed. For a moment he thought that she wasn't going to answer him, but then, she spoke.

"Hellsing...is gone, Sir Integra is dead, and she didn't have any children. So the Hellsing bloodline is gone. I don't work there anymore... it's just that..."

Seras took a deep breath and continued.

"Alucard-"

Seras stopped when she heard Hans snort.

Hans and Alucard had met each other a long time ago, even before world war II or the battle of London; And Hans never really liked him, Alucard always thought so highly of himself. And every time they met it end up in a fight. He wouldn't blame her if she was running away just because of Alucard, he was someone you just don't want to spend the eternity with.

Seras raised an eyebrow. Did Hans hated Alucard?

"Didn't you said that you were forced into Millennium? It clearly seems that you don't like Alucard."

"Ja. I vas forced into Millennium, but Your master and I know each other even before zhat... I never really liked him." Hans crossed his arms and looked a little annoyed.

"Well, I already answered you, now you answer me. And Alucard is not my master anymore!" Seras added the last part quickly, she really hated the tittle now.

Hans just nodded, but then he remembered that she was going to say something about Alucard.

"Vait, you vhere saying something about Alucard?"

Seras groaned. She didn't wanted to talk about Alucard, it always brought her unwanted memories. But she guessed that if she answered his questions, he would do the same.

"I was living in Brussels. He showed up one day and tried to take me with him, but I refused... and then he threatened to kill me! just because I didn't want to go with him!... He's and idiot." Seras looked away and pouted.

It was a little bizarre, it felt like she was giving personal information... to a former enemy. but at the same time she felt very comfortable in his presence...it was a little awkward at first, yes, but she didn't felt fearful, or nervous. Like when she was a fledgling, she hated to be alone with Alucard, he really intimated her.

But with Hans was different. She was curious, she wanted to know about him; and he seemed curious about her too.

Maybe it was because they weren't in the middle of a war.

Back then, the two of them just fought because they were following orders, not because they hated each other.

But now, neither were longer under the orders of someone else. They were free to do as they pleased.

Hans knew that that was just the tip of the iceberg. He had saw glimpses of her memories back in Paris but didn't pondered more, it wasn't his place to demand such personal information from her.

"Well then...you. how did you survive?... I mean, after the battle I personally searched the whole city for remaining FREAKS... how did I miss you?" Seras whispered the last words and narrowed her eyes. It was a hit to her pride to know that she hadn't kill the werewolf, that she had had just a lucky strike, beginner's luck...

"I can show you." Hans said, taking a step towards her, waiting for her approval.

Seras eyed him carefully. She knew what he wanted to do, and it meant that he could have complete access to her mind -but equally her- so she was pondering about let him do it. But again, she remembered that if he had wanted to hurt her, then he would have already done it.

Seras nodded and closed her eyes, waiting for the connection to be made.

Seras felt how he gently placed his fingers in her forehead, not even a second later she felt like electricity spreading trough her head, it wasn't unpleasant, all the contrary. And then, she was Hans Gunsche; a 250 years old werewolf, with third-degree burns all over his body.

She couldn't feel the pain, he obviously blocked that part; and she was thankful for that...

Hans was dragging himself out of all the wreckage, wondering why he wasn't dead, why didn't the chip burned him to ashes, or the exploding zeppelin didn't teared him to pieces. All he wanted was to find a worthy opponent and die in battle; he just couldn't see himself dying in other way.

And he had found a worthy opponent, she was rookie; but she was extremely powerful...and beautiful. And she was fighting out of duty, not because she enjoyed war, like the major; or enjoyed killing humans, like her master. She was there serving loyally to her human master and country; a good soldier fighting for the right reasons.

And he liked that, because dying at the hands of an enemy meant to lose to someone he hated. That's why she chose the Draculina to be the one to kill him.

But he wasn't dead.

He didn't know how much time passed or how far he dragged himself out of the flames, when he heard someone yelling behind him. He tried to turn around, but the pain was unbearable and he was starting to lose consciousness. He was brought to the real world when he felt being touched and then moved. He tried to show his discontent by growling and jerking away, but he was very weak to do that.

He tried to focus in his surroundings and saw 3 men trying to lift him up. Hans started to panic.

They had recognized him and know they were taking him prisoner. He didn't want to be a prisoner anymore, he was tired of following orders from people he despised; to be forced to kill innocents.

So he was in a dilemma; be forced to serve against his will... or die.

He never liked the idea of killing himself, but this time he just couldn't continue. It was freedom or dead. With these toughs in mind he fell in a deep sleep, hoping to never wake up.

Unfortunately, he woke up.

Hans was lying on his left side, facing a cabinet of medical supplies. He noted that he wasn't on a room, but on a tent, a white tent. He sat up and looked around, he saw that there was grass on the floor; the space was very small, it wasn't even a room, just a division made with white sheets.

He recognized this as a improvised infirmary.*

Suddenly he heard voices, heading to where he was.

Hans rapidly lay himself down, closed his eyes and relaxed his breathing, faking to be asleep.

Now the voices were behind the curtains; it was a man and a woman, they were talking about a patience.

"I came this morning and he wasn't here... did they change him?... is the poor dead?" the voice was from an elderly woman, and sounded worried.

"Well I wasn't informed of any change, or death... but I can't really tell, right know everything is a mess. People are trying to find their familiars, and we are trying to save as many as we can't. The sure thing is that he was already dead and they gave to other patience the bed." the second voice, clearly coming from a man, spoke tiredly.

"Well, it was a miracle that after severe burns he was still alive, and he even made it through the surgery... it's a shame." the old woman said sadly but with an air of finality.

The conversation changed to other subject and the couple continued walking.

Hans was trying to figure out what was happening; he already knew that he was on a infirmary, but judging by the conversation and that there wasn't anyone warding him, it was clear that they didn't recognize him.

He opened his eyes and looked at his hands and lower body. He was completely healed.

It was then that he put two and two together.

They must have brought him to the "hospital", thinking that he was a victim from the battle. Then they removed the silver tooth from his chest. He must have healed without anyone notice it so now that he wasn't completely burn no one recognized him..

A smile crept slowly to his lips.

He was finally free. After all, the little Draculina had really freed him.

Slowly, Seras opened her eyes; a single blood tear sliding down her cheek.

She certainly didn't had felt the pain from his wounds; but she had felt each and every one of his emotions. Now she knew why he was so thankful towards her. Being a prisoner in your own body was one of the most horrible things to live.

But the shed tear wasn't from his sadness, but for his happiness. The feeling of being alive and free.

Seras quickly cleaned her face and gazed up to Hans, offering him a warm smile; smile that meant sympathy and understanding.

"It must have been really hard... I-I'm sorry. No one deserves that." Seras spoke quietly in his mind; apologizing for almost killing him 50 years ago.

"Nein, don't apologize; I vanted to die... but thanks to you I am alive and free... and anyway, you didn't know that I vas a prisoner." Hans responded, giving her a little smile.

For a few moments, they just stared at each other eyes; both admiring each other faces, assimilating, thinking.

Fifty years ago, when Seras fought against Hans, she recalled his eyes; they were lifeless, Dull and empty. Seras always had felt that something was off about him. She would have never guessed that it was because he was forced to that horrible mockery of army.

It was really sad, to spend almost a century as a prisoner in your body, unable to do anything but to wait for death.

The moment was break when Seras' stomach growled loudly.

Seras eyes widened, and a blush appeared in her cheeks. She hid her face in her hands and groaned.

Hans eyebrows rose and blinked at her; so she was still hungry? Well she still looked very sick, even after drinking a whole bowl of blood.

Seras looked up when she heard the rustling of fabric.

Hans was taking his jacket off. He rolled his left sleeve up to his elbow and bit into his wrist, drawing blood. He extended his hand to her, offering the blood.

Seras backed away, further into the bed and whimpered; she could feel her fangs elongating.

Is not like she wasn't hungry or was afraid of him; but drinking blood from a living being was something very intimate. And for the one being drained it could be only two options: you could feel excruciating pain...or great pleasure and ecstasy.

And she certainly didn't want him to feel any of those things, or at least not being her the one making him feel that way.

"What are you doing!?" She asked him, obviously panicked.

"You are hungry, take mein blood."

"No!... why are you-... look, I' m fine ok? I should be going now... th-thanks for everything." Seras rose from the bed with a little effort, but this time her legs didn't wobble.

She also noted how tall was Hans. Of course she knew that he was very tall, but being face to face with his chest was a good reminder.

When she crossed the door she saw a big hallway; there was a painting in the ceiling of a night sky with a full moon, and a big white chandelier. The floor was made of marble and there was a big fire place. They were white marble columns too.

Seras was dumbfounded. This guy lived in a mansion, she never expected such luxury.

When she finally recovered from the shock, she saw that Hans was waiting for her at the bottom of a grand white staircase.

"The exit is upstairs?" Seras asked with a disbelieving look.

"Ja, this vas a vampire mansion, ve are underground."Hans said, climbing the stairs with Seras following.

"Oh... and what happened with them?" Seras asked; she already suspected the answer, but still she wanted to hear it from him.

Hans stopped and turned to look her dead in the eye. His blue eyes watching menacingly "I killed them." he turned and continued up the staircase.

Seras shivered; but not from fear... but for excitement. It wasn't a foreign feeling for her; the promise of a good fight always made her feel alive. The rush of adrenaline was as good as warm fresh blood.

"So...you don't like vampires?" Seras was surprised that he didn't hesitated to tell her the true.

"Nein." Hans opened a door and waited for Seras to enter first. They continued walking trough a corridor.

"Then, why would you help me?" Seras asked, arching an eyebrow.

They reached another door, and entered. They were on what appeared a lounge room, it looked like a normal modern house; a black carpet, a coffee table with some pictures, a black couch and a big plasma T.V. Occupied the place.

"I already told you. I owe you, you saved me" Hans answered casually, as if commenting the weather.

"Hans, wait." Seras stopped and waited for him to turn around and face her. This was so weird for her; the way he behaved towards her, it was nice of him but it really freak her out.

Hans turned around.

"You don't owe me anything... back then I wasn't trying to save you, I was trying to kill you. And I am grateful for the blood and your hospitality... but you don't owe nothing." Seras voice was harsh at the beginning but it softened at the end. She did not wanted to be rude.

Hans just looked impassive as always.

This girl was really stubborn; did she even know anything about werewolves? Or at least wolfs? She didn't just freed him, but she defeated him.

Of course he wasn't fighting on all his potential, if he didn't had the chip back then, he could easily have killed her; but still, she had won fair and square. So now she was the alpha.

Hans knew that that didn't really count if you weren't a werewolf but he had his own moral code; if someone defeated him then they could do anything they wish to him. Just like Millennium had won in capturing him...even If he later regretted that decision.

So he would just play along, he was still in debt with her even if she didn't want it. He would just tell her that, sure, it was fine.

"Ok, madchen." Hans smirked and turned around.

Seras didn't liked one bit that smirk, but at least he was not going to bother her with the 'you saved me' thing anymore. She followed him and finally they reached the front door.

And then, Hans stopped abruptly in front of the door, and before Seras could comment something, he was trowing her into the floor.

For Seras the time slowed. She saw how the door exploded into hundred of pieces. And then she heard a maniac laughter.

"NO!" both of them said internally, but one in disbelief and the other in fear

Hans and Seras looked at each other, both of them recognizing the laughter. Hans growled and stood up quickly helping Seras to her feet. She took the offered hand and got up.

When Seras turned to look out the door, all her fears were confirmed. Alucard was standing there looking seriously pissed with the Harkonnen in one hand.

"It seems that you forgot something, Seras."

CHAN CHAN CHAN CHAN!

* it's pretty obvious that Millennium spied on them...so Hans was like a stalker hahaha.

* it is "improvised infirmary" a correct term? in the movies always put like tents and is like a hospital... but is not an hospital, so i don't know if it's right to call it improvised infirmary.

Alucard found her again *sigh* But this time Seras will reveal her feelings! hoping to scare Alucard away...because yeah, he "doesn't love" (but we all know that's a lie... in the bottom Alucard CAN love, i mean just look how he cries when Anderson dies! 3 )

If you see any mistakes, please do tell me.