Seras dropped the body unceremoniously. Who became dust at the time it touched the ground.

She looked to the pile of dust and kicked it. She was a little annoyed at the fact that she had to have her meals in a dark alley in Paris; and in such early time in the night.

The reason? A week ago, someone had found one of her victims body in the forest. The police had come to question Hans and the people of the nearest town. Hans had told her that it wasn't safe for a while, so she would have to eat in the city, and dispose of the body correctly.

Seras didn't liked to eat in the city... she hated it! It was dirty, noisy, and there were more chances to get caught!... well at least she could grab a drink in the night clubs.

Yes, Seras was able to drink alcohol, and other liquids; by just adding a little amount of blood. She had discovered this by accident the first days she started living with Hans. She was being her clumsy self, and not paying attention; and had poured her blood on Hans hot cocoa. And before he could stop her from drinking it; well, she had already done it. The taste of cocoa remained, but with a touch of blood; it was a real treat!

Seras changed her clothes into something more formal and adequate for the night life.

It was an A-line dress that reached just above her knees; the color was a peach pink, and it has silver and light pink rhinestones applique all around the waist area and ending in roots-like lines in the hem of the dress. Her shoes were a light beige, almost white, with a kitten heel. She completed the look with a high ponytail.

Seras looked at her reflection in a puddle and thought that she looked really well. She smiled and winked at her reflection, turning around and skipping out of the alley.

Seras seated in far corner of the bar and ordered a bottle of Crème de Cassis. Almost immediately, she started to receive different kind of offers, mostly of men who wanted to dance; some of them -influenced by the alcohol- offering very indecent proposals. All of them were instantly rejected by Seras; who just wanted to drink in peace.

She was about to finish her last glass, when she felt someone sitting besides her. She tried to ignore who ever it was, hoping that they felt her apprehension and just leave her alone. But when she felt and arm snaking around her back, she turned her head snapping at the bold stranger.

"What do you think you are-" Seras stopped mid sentence when she noticed the eyes of her molester. They were red.

Her eyes widened; then narrowed. She hissed low and tensed her stance; preparing to attack.

"Get your hands off of me!" Seras growled.

Seras was acting out of annoyance and fear. They had been bothering her all night and she wasn't able to break anyone's neck... well she was able to, but she really didn't want to. And then, a vampire! She had spend all her vampire life killing other vampires, so she wasn't sure how to react now; she still was with the idea that other vampires were savages that killed innocents just for fun.

The vampire smirked and raised his hands in sign of defeat.

"I'm sorry, I just thought that a beautiful young miss like you shouldn't be alone." His smirk grew, showing her the sharp fangs.

Seras relaxed a bit, but she was still eyeing the exit doors; her body ready to run. She really didn't want to fight, so she would try to shoo him away.

"What do you want?" She told him, flashing her eyes red; letting him know her true nature.

The guys face instantly changed. His malicious smirk disappeared and a more good-natured smile appeared.

"You're not a FREAK!" The guy exclaimed, a little too excited in Seras opinion.

"Yes, and?" Seras asked, with a 'I wanna go home' face.

"Are you kidding me? I haven't met an original vampire for almost ten years! We are almost extinct..." He finished with an almost sad look. He turned to Seras and looked her up and down; smirking in approval. "So... want to dance?"

Seras just rolled her eyes and slumped in her seat. Males of ANY species, just wanted that! And she just wanted to have a drink and hear to music in peace!... She should have gone home with Hans. Hans wasn't like any of this irritating horny humans... and vampire. He never looked at her in that way, and he would always treat her with respect and as an equal; no more no less.

Of course, sometimes she was a little disappointed because it seemed that he just looked at her like a friend... and not something more. Yes, since that day in the fair she had accepted -that maybe, just maybe- she had a little crush on Hans.

But she was sure that he just thought of her as a friend...

Seras sighed and took a sip to her drink.

"Well then... how old are you?"

Oh yeah the guy; so he was still here.

"Fifty and something." Seras didn't turn her head to look him. He smirked evilly and put his arm around her shoulders, again. He leaned closer and whispered seductively in her ear.

"I'll be one hundred in a week." He came closer and his arm started to descend down her arm, until it stopped to take her waist. "You know something? You smell so good, I have never smell something like this... It's intoxicating."

Seras looked at the offending hand at her waist, and then at the vampire, that was almost on top of her. He wasn't that bad looking; he was tall and had light brown hair, his jaw was sharp and his face was long. He had droopy green eyes. Seras eyes were cold and her mouth was on a thin line. She was trying to imitate Integra's face when scolding Alucard. 'Integra's face, Integra's face' Seras repeated in her head over and over.

"I will tear your head off, if you don't take that hand away." Seras tone was calm, but full of venom and dangerous intentions.

The older vampire seemed to be a little put off, and slowly took his hand off of her waist. But then, in a quick move he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck.

"You must know that disrespecting and elder is equivalent to punishment, right?" He said through gritted teeth, tho still smiling evilly.

Oh great! From all the vampires in Paris, she had to 'disrespect' the one who was member of a vampire coven. These guys thought that everyone was part of a vampire coven! So they thought that everyone knew and acted according by they rules.

For her, vampire covens were no better than a criminal gang.

But oh well! If fight he wanted then a fight he'll have!

Seras regained her cold expression, and stared at him by the corner of her eye. She wanted to see if he was dumb enough to try and take it further. Deep inside her, she really wanted him to try; then she would have an excuse to cut his head off...

"What are you talking about?" Seras sneered. He pulled her head back even more, so she was almost facing the ceiling. He put his head in her neck and exhaled deeply.

"Ahh... a virgin! You truly smell wonderful. I just want to have you so desperately, here and now." He whispered the last sentence in a dangerously low voice.

"Release me now!" Seras hissed. She was getting sick of this idiot; she just wanted to puke in his face.

This time he didn't respond; he seemed to be distracted in smelling her. Seras noted the dazed look in his eyes and how his body relaxed. She frowned.

'What is wrong with him?'

Even if his behavior confused her; she took the opportunity to punch him right in the face, throwing him out of his seat. Seras got up, fixed her hair and her dress and walked past him.

"The next time you won't be so lucky, leech." She growled low in her throat and kept walking.

After she arrived home, the first thing she did was to change into something more casual. She eyed the dress and smiled fondly. She was really grateful that she didn't need to fight the vampire from the club; this dress was one of her favorites, and a gift from Integra. So it would have been a shame if it have been ruined by blood...

Seras was reading in the living room when she heard Hans enter.

"Hey, I vant to show you something."

"What is it?" She asked with an innocence of child.

"A surprise." Hans smirked.

"A surprise?" Seras echoed. "Ok!" She smiled sweetly, following him outside.

"It's near the lake, so ve are going in the bicycle."

Hans climbed into the bicycle, Seras followed; hugging him tightly from behind as she giggled when she felt how Hans tensed. He just hid his face further into his coat, trying to hide the blush from Seras.

After a 15 minute ride in the bicycle through a dirt road; Hans stopped and climbed off of the bike. They left the bicycle by the side of the road and continued on foot.

Seras was breathless by the sight that welcomed them.

The whole place was filled with hundreds and hundreds of fireflies. Seras gasped and walked further into the sea of fireflies, It was a sight to behold. She walked to the little pier that was by the riverside; looking attentively to the reflection on the water of her and the lightning bugs, she was so entangled in watching the little luminescent bugs that completely missed when Hans left to where the bike was and returned with two crystal jars. Neither she saw the big smile that adorned his face.

When Seras turned to face him; he was back to his emotionless self, trying to hide his intentions from her. Tho, he found it a little hard when Seras expression of utter happiness made him want to kiss her there and right then.

"It's beautiful!" She squeaked in excitement. "Thanks for showing this to me." Seras said a little more calm and grateful to Hans; this was just what she needed after the sour experience in the club with the hormonal vampire. Once again, Hans just seemed to know how and when made her feel happy.

"Vould you like to play a spiel?" He inquired curiously, but expectantly.

"A game? What sort of game?" When excited or angry, Hans would start mixing English and German; so Seras had learn a few words.

Hans showed her the two crystal jars.

"Whoever gets more fireflies in the jar, wins." He handed Seras a jar.

"Ok, but what's the winner's prize?" She asked.

"Vell, if you win I vill do vhatever you vant. Und you vill do the same if I win." Hans said nonchalantly.

"Sounds like a good deal to me!" Seras smirked and ran to were she had saw a good condensation of fireflies.

Hans just seated in a nearby rock and waited.

Ten minutes later Seras was getting annoyed at not being able to catch more lightning bugs. She was temped to use her powers to again; but without Hans noticing. she had tried a few moments ago but Hans had told her that it was like cheating, so neither of them could use their supernatural powers.

But before she could even plan something to distract Hans; said werewolf was already behind her.

"Time's up." Hans said, trying not to show how happy he was. Everything had gone like planned.

Seras eyed her almost empty jar. They were only four fireflies inside; and now that she looked closely, she could even see how small they were...and it looked like one was almost dying.

She turned, hiding her jar behind her. Hoping that Hans hadn't catch more than her... or any at all. She didn't saw him moving... in fact he was just sitting in a rock the whole time, watching her.

"Show me yours first!" She demanded childishly.

Hans kept his neutral expression and showed her the jar. It was full of fireflies; it looked like a big green bulb.

"What!? How did- you cheated!" She was sure he cheated. He had spent all the time in the same spot! Without moving! How did he managed to catch all those fireflies?!

"Nein, I didn't. Now show me yours." Hans replied as calm as ever.

Seras just huffed and showed him her jar. At the sight of said jar, Hans smirked.

"Vell, I think I win."

"Ugh! Ok... but just don't make me clean the chimney!" Seras seated on a log and rested her head in her hands, catching the sight of a raccoon climbing a tree.

Hans took a seat beside her, noticing too the raccoon.

"He's running away from something...there must be a fox nearby."

A gust of cold air passed, making some of the little flying bugs to move away.

Seras looked to Hans, who seemed to be thinking of something, just staring into the distance. She moved closer to him, their shoulders touching. Since the hug in the fair, Seras was more comfortable with being physically close to Hans. She liked that he was always warm, all the opposite to her.

Hans felt Seras closeness and turned his head to see her in the eyes.

"Seras..." Hans breathed. She moved closer to him, both of them staring into each other eyes.

"Yes?..." Seras answered mentally, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere that had settled between them. Hans moved closer.

"About my prize... I..." Their hands touched, but neither retracted their hands.

"What is it?" Seras knew what he wanted, but she needed to hear it from him. She moved even closer, their noses almost touching.

"I vanted a kis-" Hans was interrupted by a sudden pain in his throat. It took him a few seconds to recognize the pain as a silver bullet.

Seras eyes widened in shock, when a gush of warm blood sprayed on her face.

Their eyes met, both of them asking the same question: 'what the hell?!'

They turned their heads to were the bullet came, and there, not very far away; where 5 vampires. A girl with long black hair still holding the gun with the smoking barrel.

"You missed, idiot!"

Seras turned to the voice and saw the vampire from the club. So he had followed her? And had brought back up? Did he wanted revenge because she turned him down? Well, now she really was furious. They had interrupted them.

'Worst decision of your fucking undead life' Seras stud up. Her eyes glowing like fire.

The vampire from the club -whose name was Pierre- scolded the black haired girl for missing the head of the werewolf.

"Is that the girl? Are you sure is worthy? I mean, if she's with the werewolf..." Another vampire, who was at Pierre's left, muttered.

"I haven't heard of werewolves in years, I thought they were extinct." A tall brunette whispered worriedly to Pierre.

"And what about Loretta, master?" The black haired girl asked with fear.

Pierre just laughed, mocking everyone distress.

"First of all, Jean. It is against the rules to be intimate with a werewolf, and it's disgusting of you to even think about that!" He glared in Jean direction. Jean just looked down.

"Second, Amelia, I don't know. I haven't heard of werewolves in years either... those cowards must be hiding." He spat the word 'cowards'. Amelia nodded.

"And third... my dear fledgling." His words were full of sarcasm. "My relationship with Loretta is not of your concern." He growled menacingly.

"And I know that all of you can smell her... she smells different... like, if she is on heat." Everyone just looked at each other, wondering if their leader has lost his mind.

A little girl, who looked not older then 10 spoke from behind the group.

"Jean, vampires don't go into heat... what are you suggesting? That she had acquired the werewolf traits? Are you sure she's a virgin?... you brought me here just for this?" The girl sounded skeptical, and a little mad.

"If we kill the dog and get the girl, then we will find why she smells like this... That's why I brought you here... aren't you curious of her, Marie? I thought you may know who was her sire." His voice acquired a more respectful tone when speaking to Marie.

"Ok fine, I'll give you the benefit of doubt." She said dismissively. "By the way, your girl looks really angry, you should be careful."

Seras had heard the exchange of words between the intruders. Now she really was furious, no, she was beyond furious. She, in heat?! What was she?! A bloody dog?! And on top of that! They wanted to get rid of Hans!? Oh, she knew that those blood suckers were nothing against Hans, but the mere fact of them planning, in front of her, to kill Hans; was enough to make her blood boil with rage.

And then, they had to bring her 'master' into this; if they discovered that Alucard had been her sire then that meant trouble. EVERYONE knew who Alucard was... in fact, he was the responsible for the creation of the vampire covens! Every vampire in Europe knew about the Hellsing organization and their vampire slave. But they didn't knew about her. Yes, they knew about Alucard having a fledgling, but not her name or appearance. Hell, they didn't even know if the fledgling was a male or a female.

So is those idiot vampire discovered such vital information -and even if she was no longer working for Hellsing or a fledgling- she knew they would want some kind of revenge... or something. Anyway, she was not going to wait and discover what intentions they had.

Hans, on the other hand, hadn't hear anything. He was occupied in taking the damned bullet out of his neck. When he finally did it he stud up, standing besides Seras, ready to attack at her command.

"I'll take Pierre and Amelia; hurt the fledgling, but don't kill her. If she tries to scape let her go." Seras voice was deadly serious.

"Ja, a varning?" Seras turned her face and smirked to Hans. He smirked back.

Hans ran to the group, transforming in his white wolf mid way. Giving Seras the perfect distraction to enter and attack Pierre and his female companion by their right side. She easily tore Amelia's head off, but Pierre -who, clearly had more experience in fighting- evaded the attack. They engaged themselves into a hit-and-evade fight.

Hans had aimed to claw at the fledgling, but a little blonde girl hit him in the snout, sending him backwards in a heap of fur and grass. After he regained himself, he saw the black haired girl running away of the fight. 'one less to vorry about'

Seras had Pierre bleeding in the ground in no time, Hans had chased the blonde girl into the woods, they weren't far, she still could hear them.

"You can't be fifty years old! You are too strong!" Pierre tried to drag his broken body away of Seras. She grabbed his hair and pulled his head backwards, mimicking his action from early in the club.

"What do you want with me? You just took a lot of time and effort to only want me in your bed." She hissed in his face.

Pierre just glared hard at Seras.

Seras kicked him hard in his crotch when she received no answer. He just screamed and squirmed in her grip. He couldn't do much, his legs and arms were severed.

"You smell different." He spat in her shoe and looked away. She just narrowed her eyes.

"You already told me that like three time! Tell me what do you want with me! I will kill you and everyone in that coven of yours if you don't tell me!" Seras yelled, she was really tired of this guy. She hoped that she could still get her kiss after killing this scum.

He looked up to Seras again, thinking hard if he should risk the whole coven just for a vampire in heat... well, that supposedly was in heat...

"Release me and I'll talk." Without second thought Seras threw his head away from her. "You could be in heat." Pierre simply stated, wincing when he tried to sat up.

"What?" Seras asked incredulously. "And what's special about that? And why would I be in heat? I'm a vampire!" She almost punched him in the face, but tried to kept calm for a little longer.

"You smell like you are in heat! And like you say so, you are a fucking vampire! You shouldn't smell like you are in heat! Fucking bitch!" This time she really punched him in his face, destroying his mouth and jaw. The bone almost falling if it wasn't for a little strand of meat.

"Ugh! You fucking asshole! Now who the hell knows when I'll have another opportunity to kiss a living person! And you ruined everything!" She was now talking more to herself, walking around, and kicking him from time to time.

"And what did you expected to do if you captured me?" Kicking him had help to calm her down.

Pierre tried to say something, but a gurgling sound came instead. Seras stopped her passing and turned to Pierre.

"Fine then, I will kill you." She saw how his eyes widened. " I said that I would kill you if you didn't tell me... right? But I never said that you would live...even if you told me." Seras had learn that the enemy would come back a second time if one didn't disposed of them correctly and when giving the opportunity.(coffcoffMillenniumcoffcoff) If he hadn't followed her, they he would have lived another day.

She shoved her hand through his chest and took his heart out in one swift movement. She trowed the organ behind her carelessly. But she turned around when she heard a displeased growl.

"Oops, sorry!" She giggled. Seras bad mood seemed to be washed away at the sight of the white fur of Hans.

"The fledgling escaped, und I ate the other two... I haven't had vampire since millennium..." Seras laughed when she pictured a giant version of his wolf form eating the Nazis out of a big red bowl.

"Ve should go to the house now..." Seras heard a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Sure... hey, mmh... well, before they interrupted us... y-you were saying something. What was it?"Seras asked shyly. Hans had already transformed back to human and had started walking. He turned his head and looked at her. His face completely blank.

"I... I vas going to say that you have to clean the chimney." He smirked, but it quickly disappeared when Seras face saddened.

"Oh... ok..." She looked away, and before he could ask her what was wrong, she was gone.

you must be like "ugh! why they don't confess their feelings for each other!?" but do not fear! in the next chapter they'll kiss!... i hope so, i still don't know.

And i must add that i'm not good at describing fights... but if you saw the OVAS then you have an idea on how the battles unfold in the Hellsing universe :)

if you loved it, review. if you hated it, review! oh yes, and if anyone cares, Seras dress was an elie saab collection autumn-winter 2013 2014 -i am a hopeless fashionista guys :(-