I think it's high time to jump this forward a bit. I've been writing six chapters about two complete days! Let's gear this up, shall we?

Burning Point

Productivity. If anyone that worked at Hellsing knew one particular word, it was productivity. The troops knew it, the butler knew it, and the vampires knew it. Well, one half-vampire knew it, but chose to ignore it. This choice of ignorance pissed off Integra more than she ever thought she could be pissed off about something. Yes, Alucard could be a thorn in her side, but he went out of his way to do so. Dorian on the other hand, all he had to do was just be anywhere near her and it irritated her beyond recognition. But nothing led her into having a headache more than when he was being lazy.

A week after he came to Hellsing, she had told Alucard that since Dorian was his son, he had to hold responsibility for his training. After she had made that order, both master and charge -well, more Integra than Alucard- were surprised to see that on the nights when Dorian was supposed to train, he just vanished. But come the dawn, there he was, in his room either sleeping noisily or reading a book.

How the hell was it that he could just vanish without anyone knowing and then come back like nothing happened? She could feel the vein popping on her head every time Alucard said the half-blood was gone with a bored expression. Damnit all, if he was going to be here, he needed to learn to defend himself, and Alucard had not told her if the boy could fight or not. Judging from how he looked, he probably had never been in a battle in his entire half-life. Alucard begged to differ, but he didn't say a word. He just left and went into his room where his bottle of Tempranillo was waiting.

So it startled the Dhampir when Integra slammed the door to his room open on one particular night, leaving a nasty dent where the doorknob was and leading the son of her charge to almost rip his book in half. "Don't you knock?"

"Get out on the firing range. NOW." Having been finally caught, Dorian sulked as he put down his book and got up to go the firing range with Integra following close behind to make sure he didn't go grew a triumphant grin on her face as she finally nabbed the lazy little bugger. "So where have you been at night?"

"Huh?"

"Don't play ignorant with me. Where have you been at night to avoid training with your father?"

Damn it all to Hell and gone. "I've been out at places." Stubborn AND lazy bugger, she almost forgot that part of his title. She chose not to ask any more questions, choosing rather to keep behind him as he opened the door that led out to the firing range where Seras was waiting. Not one chacne did she want to give him an opening where he could run. "Since you won't train with Alucard, you will train with Seras. I think that is a better trade off. Seras, make sure he learns how to use a gun. You mission is tomorrow night. Dorian….You WILL learn, damnit." Doing an about-face, Integra took her leave, ready to finally go to bed.

Green and blue eyes looked at their boss before breaking out into laughter, both of them clutching at their sides as blood streaked their faces. "Is-is she always this uptight?"

Seras regained her composure before finally giving a reply, wiping the tears of blood from her face. "Not always. She's just doing her job, really. She's actually a pretty good boss to have." Dorian didn't buy a single minute of it of what his 'sister' said, but then again it may be from only her perspective. From Dorian's perspective, Integra was a pretentious, stuffy little woman who smoked WAY too much for her age. Maybe one day, he might give her a chance. Maybe. "Anyway, let's get this over with. Any clue as to where we're headed for the mission?"

"I hear it's out in Ireland…again." Seras said, her tone changing to one of dread.

"What do you mean 'again?'" Dorian felt a sense of dread filling him as Seras looked at the dhampir with sad eyes. "I'll explain later. But for right now, I have to ask you a question. have you ever used a gun before?" With a pause and a digging of a foot into the ground as her reply, the Police Girl sighed heavily. This poor guy was going to be a piece of work to teach.

Okay, so he wasn't terrible, but he still had a long ways to go before being to shoot a gun like she could. The dhampir was still assigned to the mission anyway with Alucard and Seras what with him being able to at least shoot a gun. Dorian, however, was surprised to know that Alucard had not bothered telling Integra his gift with what he could do with his blood. "She will find out in due time. Until then, this will be the ONLY secret I am keeping related to you."

Dorian asked no further questions, rather keeping to himself after that question was answered to make sure he didn't wind up having to do another duel of words with his father. Having made it inside, the three had split up, each taking a separate hallway. Gunshots filled the half-blood's ears as he heard Seras and Alucard go to work, feeling a little left out that he didn't get to do much of anything.

At least he felt that way until he heard gurgling behind him. Turning around, Dorian saw a group of ghouls headed his way. The nauseating smell of decaying flesh hit his nose, making him want to gag profusely. But he couldn't do it now. He had a job to do. Taking his finger to his mouth, he bit down, fangs sinking into his flesh and drawing blood. hurt like hell to do it, but at least it was better than slicing his hand open with a knife. Concentrating hard, the blood soon solidified into the fashion of a sword. He'd only been used to using it for whips, not for swords. But he used this time to good use, making pointed swings at the ghouls rather than swinging willy nilly and hoping to land a strike. So far it was working, the ghouls falling into piles of blood and ash. Maybe this wasn't so bad.

Uknown to him, a ghoul managed to sneak away from the rest and get behind the dhampir, grabbing onto Dorian's shoulder and extending his arm out forcefully. As the half-blood fought to try and get free, two more ghouls appeared, holding him still as a decayed mouth began to take a bite out of fresh meat. Except they didn't get the chance to sink in. The sound of metal came his way as the ghouls turned to the sound, each one stabbed in places and turning to dust from the odd-looking blades. Getting a better look at the blades, he noticed that they weren't swords at all.

"Bayonets…"

I've been blocked like hell lately. Stuff has been going on for my family that kinda makes it hard to want to write really. So I apologize if this is not or up to par with my other chapters. I wanted to get something out before I completely lose it. Love love everybody! And thanks for reading so far!