Hi, I'm Manga Zeal a.k.a. Manga/Lee or simply Alecia. This was my first fanfic and the tense and grammar was terrible, as well as the bad spelling.

This is the improved version. I hoped I fixed all the mistakes. If not let me know. I'll be rewriting all the chaps, and if I don't, you'll know that Mr Leighton has turned me into a flesh-eating zombie for my stupidity. This is a short chappie, I know, but bear with me.

Here we go:

Thought

Hellsing Manor

London, England

Standing quietly with her hands behind her back looking out the window, she watched the sun sink into the horizon. Integra could hardly believe it has been thirty-five years since the scenario with the Germans. Glad though she is Integra knew that there are still many hellions out there beyond Britain's shores.

A young man entered her office, carrying a silver tray with Integra's evening tea and snack. The young man was Pierre le Bout, her current butler, who replaced Walter after his betrayal.

"Today's blend is from Brazil Ma'am and I must say it is quite exquisite," Pierre stated when he started to pour her tea into a fine white porcelain cup. Taking the cup and saucer in hand, he walked over to Integra, who is still gazing out the window.

"Sir Integra, I know this is out of protocol however… you do not look well."

Integra looked over her shoulder and merely said, "There is no need to be concerned Pierre but… thank you I… will be fine." But her mind drifted.

Yes, I should be fine after all; all threats to mankind seem to be over…for now, she thought somberly.

Putting a smile on her face Integra took the teacup from Pierre and enjoyed its sweet aroma dangling beneath her nose. Parting her lips to take a slow sip of the Brazilian tea and slightly rolling it around her tongue to taste the tea properly.

Pierre stood a few feet away from her, waiting for her opinion on his selection of tea today. Integra looked into his smoky-blue eyes,

"It's simply delicious Pierre, Brazilian correct?" she asked remembering that Walter loved to serve her tea he hand-picked from Brazil.

"Correct Ma'am. Do you require anything else?" He asked returning her look.

"Pierre–" interrupted by the ringing phone she sighed and answered- "Yes? … Alright thank you." Setting the phone down Integra looked at Pierre –who stood in the exact same place- wondering what that phone call was really about.

"The Convention of Twelve has invited me to attend their meeting tomorrow evening. However, another organization known as 'Trinity' will be there as well. Pierre have you heard of them before?"

"As a matter of fact not only have I heard of them, but I have also worked with them before. Consider them as the French equivalent of the Hellsing Organization. The organization is also inherited through family and its current president is Michelle Havierre Penchant. He is a good leader and combatant, but kind hearted man if you get to know him."

Integra looked at him with out saying anything for a few moments, "Thank you Pierre. Please see to it that my cutlass is ready, sharpened and polished before the meeting."

Looking down at the paper work on her desk, she had been avoiding the entire day she sat down in her leather arm chair taking a black ink fountain pen in hand.

Pierre closed the double door quietly to do what his master requested.

"This 'Trinity' organization sounds like it could be a lot of fun," said a voice coming from directly above Integra.

A pair of eerie red eyes looked down on Integra from a shadow on the ceiling.

Alucard…

"Why would the Convention of Twelve want to see you now, Master, unless there are new developments I am unaware of," he said hanging upside down from the ceiling in front of Integra. His shoulder length hair hung like a heavy night black curtain from his face.

Looking at Alucard straight in the eye, "I hope not, the Twelve are still keeping a close on the Hellsing Organization because of the little show you put up thirty-five years ago on live T.V."

Grinning broadly revealing pure white fangs, "Ah, I remember that… it was so fun as well. I could use a proper fight; it has been THRITY-FIVE years after all."

"Hmph! What is a mere thirty-five years to a vampire?" All and any emotion left her sea blue eyes at that moment. Resting her elbows on the desk, she entwined her silk-gloved fingers together in front of her mouth.

"Ha-ha-ha! Nothing! However it is such a waste of a perfect night without … exciting kills every now and again," he laughed bitterly at her question.

Seras woke finding her breakfast or rather supper waiting for her on the small table in the centre of her room as usual. Pulling back the chair and throwing herself down onto it. Grabbing the blood packet from the wine bucket filled with ice, she started gulping down the blood as if it were plain soda.

Squeezing out the very last drop, she jumped from her chair and pulled all her clothes off to take a relaxing shower. The hot water ran down her slender pale body and the steam hung heavy in the air.

I can't believe it's been so many years since I met Master, thought Seras running her fingers through her hair with shampoo.

Closing the water, she reached for a towel then she saw it; a pair of glowing red eyes looking straight at her.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah!" Seras screamed as loud as her lungs could allow her to. Her foot slipped on the stone floor as the black figure approached her. She quickly scuttled backwards until the icy cold wall touched her bare back.

The black figure had hair draping along the floor, long sharp nails and a muscle build like a young man. It lifted a hand from its side; the small vampire shut her eyes tight, waiting for a bone-crushing blow.

After a few moments she opened her eyes and found that the being holding his hand out to her to help her get up. Once again on her feet, Seras realized she had nothing covering her upper or lower body. She absent mindedly folded her arms across her breasts, blushing slightly. A towel suddenly appeared in front of her; the creature held the towel out to her looking only at her face.

"Uh… Thanks…" Is all she could manage.

At that moment, Seras heard five gunshots behind the creature. Crimson blood splattered onto her,

"No! Stop Master!"

It was too late, the creature fell to its knees and its body dissolved into a shadow like vapor. A single drop of its blood spattered onto her mouth.

Images of two small dark haired boys flooded her mind. There is also one other person –most likely their parent or caretaker- also flashed in her mind, she could not make out the person's face though.

Just as quickly the images came into her mind as quickly they disappeared as well.

"Looks like you'll have to clean up again Police Girl." Alucard said; a broad smirk appeared on his pale delighted face.

"Master… I saw images of two boys when I tasted his blood…"

Turning his back to her, Alucard relied,

"Sometimes strong emotions or memories are imprinted into their blood and if that blood is drunk all those selected memories are added to yours." His amber red eyes showed a small tinge of sadness however, no one saw it, not even Seras. He walked through the wall and disappeared into the night.

"…" Seras stood there in complete silence clutching the blood-drenched towel to her chest.

The soft sound of slow, heavy drops of blood dripping from the towel filled the room. Seras looked at the pool of blood beneath her feet. Biting her lip, she hesitated as she knelt down, swerved her index finger around in small circles through the fresh warm blood.

Holding her finger, dipped in blood directly above her mouth, Seras extended her tongue to it's curtail. The creature's warm, sweet tasting blood sent a shrill of pleasure through her body that made her naked body quiver.

Memories flooded her mind again; though these ones are different… the boys seem older. Two handsome dark haired young men –both mirror images of the other- stood in front as if she was there.

'Those selected memories are added to your own', that is what Master said so it will look like I was there though I clearly know I wasn't, thought Seras still licking the blood off her finger.

She quickly jumped in the shower rinsing her body with cold water. Stepping over the blood she yanked her uniform on and ran up to Sir Integra's office to find answers to questions she was yet to ask.

Pierre gently removed Integra's cutlass from the glass case it was kept in. He walked through the dark corridors of the sublevels to his room. Walking rather slowly with his eyes closed, he could sense Seras running towards him.

Seras ran too fast for him to move out of the way. The two hit the stone floor with a loud thud, sending Integra's cutlass flying. He out stretched his arm, mumbled some words in his head and the cutlass floated in mid-air waiting to be held.

"Wha… How did you do that?" Seras asked looking from the cutlass to Pierre.

"Ummm… It's… how to explain this," Pierre smiled then looked straight at her, "alright its magic though I prefer the term sorcery."

"Oh. I wouldn't have guessed you to be the mage type or anything for that matter…" Seras looked at the way she positioned on top of poor Pierre, whose black hair blended in with the stone.

Their hips touched, her head lay against his broad chest, his one leg bent slightly, making his thigh touching the bottom of her ass.

Seras shouted to herself, oh fuck… what the hell is going on? She stood up with her inhuman speed and ran off.

"…" Pierre lay there for a few moments longer, remembering his childhood when he use to lie on that very cold stone floor on one fateful summer with Walter. The only time he had memory of ever spending time with his father.

Once he stood up, he dusted-off his satin black pants and took hold of the cutlass. He arrived at his room a few minutes later. No-one, not even Alucard entered his room. Just like any other room in the sublevels, the walls and floor were made from cold, dark stone.

His room is sparsely decorated with; a single wood framed bed, a dark oak cupboard, a small circular table with a single lit candle and one chair in the centre, an old gramophone in one corner of his room and an odd looking object in the other corner.

Pierre set his master's sword down gently on the table and strode to his gramophone, selecting one of the old records that lay beside it. The he chose 'The Best of Mozart' record, and gently put it on the gramophone. He slid the needle on and listened to it for a few moments before he moved on to attend to Integra's cutlass.

He unsheathed her sword and walked to the strange object in the corner. The object has a marble wheel attached to a though leather band and a wooden peddle and a small stool behind it. He sat down on the small stool and pressed Integra's sword against the marble wheel, then he started to move the peddle with his foot and the wheel turned. The friction between the marble and the steel sword caused sparked to fly.

Once that was done, he took a special polish from his cupboard and a leather cloth to polish her cutlass. Pierre poured a small amount of the polish onto the cloth then rubbed the cloth over the sword.

The smell of hot steel and fresh oil lingered in his room. Smells just like home, he thought not even having to look at what he was doing.

The next day dragged by as Integra walked around the mansion thinking about the Trinity Organization and thinking what possible reason the Convention of Twelve could have to summon both of them. When night came she was clad in a charcoal black suit –she decided to change her wardrobe so she threw out her dark green suits and replaced them with black ones- and her vibrant blue neck tie her with her silver cross pinned to it.

She sat quietly in her office and waited for the hours to pass by. Pierre entered her office holding her cutlass in hand.

"Your cutlass Ma'am, polished and sharpened as ordered. Oh, I also had the scabbard polished as well," Pierre said smoothly handing her cutlass back to her.

Integra looked at the brilliantly polished red sheath and steel hilt,

"Thank you, as always Pierre you do more than what is required of you."

There was a sudden silence between them before Pierre left the room, closing the door gently behind him.

Before he closed it completely he asked,

"It is almost time to leave. Shall I inform the chauffeur?" Looking over his, shoulder waiting for her rely.

"Please."

"Very well, Sir Integra."

She stood up from her chair and looked out the widow towards the full moon… She held her cutlass in both hands remembering the days when her father thought her how to use a sword.

Her lip curled slightly remembering how she always use to have a ready smile, but that was all different now… Integra stood there, silent, wondering if her decision to awaken Alucard was truly the best option she had at that time.

If I just allowed Uncle to kill me… I would have been able to see Father again, she thought sadly to herself, No! It was the right decision, Integra convinced.

The door creaked slightly as Seras opened it,

"Um, Sir Integra may I speak with you for a minute?"

"What is it Police Girl?" Integra asked impatiently

Seras took a deep breathe and briefly considered her question before she asked it,

"Well, um … I was wondering if I could possibly… get a few days leave. Just three days that's all I ask."

A long silence passed before Integra answered her request. She glared at Seras for a moment or two and smiled slightly,

"Alright, but on one condition: if anything should happen and either Alucard or anyone else from Hellsing contacts you, you return immediately. Is that understood?"

Seras's eyes widened with joy, hardly believing her own ears. She walked out Integra's office as quietly as possible.

Integra sat down and leaned back into her chair, closing her eyes for a moment. A few moments of peace passed by. She could not remember the last time she actually took a breather herself, even after thirty-five years of non-interrupted silence at Hellsing.

A knock at the door broke her moment of peace. She sat there, eyes still closed,

"Come in." She folded her hands over her lap not caring who saw her now, actually relaxing.

"Sorry to interrupt whoever the car is ready, Sir Integra," Pierre stated surprised to see his master relaxing. He stood by the door waiting for her.

She stood up and removed her cutlass from its stand by the wall.

Integra got into the car and looked at the mansion before the car drove off with her sitting the back, the chafer driving and Pierre sitting in the front. The car slowly drove off into the street; Integra looked out the window cupping her cheek with a white silk gloved hand.

That's chap 01. Told you it was short! Feel free to review. NO, seriously I don't mind if it's bad criticism or a just a sentence long.