"Why, hello there little Vampiress~!"

You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned around to find a woman with a ciggarete in her grasp, sitting atop of the countless ghouls you slaughtered; most to all with bullet hole wounds that made them look like swish cheese. You crossed your arms over your well-endowed chest, she being about the same as you as your eyes flickered with excitement.

You glared daggers at the cancer stick though, "Smoking is going to kill you..."

"Oh? But your already dead!" She retorted, jumping off of the dead bodies and charged at you full swing while the grin on your face grew more sinister.

"You know what. Fuck it. Knife." You mumbled out softly, a blood filled battle ensumed with blade against blades. You where pinned against the wall by blessed blades as the woman smiled victoriously, limbs sliced repeatively and left embeded into the said areas when pierced.

"Rosda Hershiari..." The woman leaned close to your ear and licked the shell of it, "Remember my name... And never forget it when your in hell~"

Your head was sliced clean off and dropped dead onto the floor, a grin still plastered onto your face in a irony of "Dying-with-a-smile-on-their-face" kind of thing. Rosda walked away from your bloodied corpse with a victorious, the head rolling into view behind her as your grin got even wider of the sorts.

The door was closed and footsteps made their way upstairs, "Oi! Anderson! I finished off the little vampiress, you finished with the Nosferatu ass?"

Rosda didn't even need an answer, she just passed by Alucard's supposive corpse and walked up behind Anderson to just miss his body disappear into the shadows as a pile of redish-black mush.

Anderson laughed, "You where saying?"

"Did you really finish off the job?" Integral questioned, Anderson sighed and showed the hands signs of slitting a throat though he decapitated him completely as explained previously. A dark chuckle ensumed and Alucard made his grand entrance, standing there as Anderson stood bewildered.

"How the blood sucked Protestant hell did you do that?!"

"Fuck you, that's how."

Another laughter hung in the air, the sound of howling hung sky high as feathers from a black bird rolled in. A bird flew in and landed on Alucards' shouder, it ruffled it's feathers at him and he smirked. The bird rubbed up against him one more time as a sign of affection before fluttering out again with the same small silver cross he gave you so many years ago during that faithful event he dearly regrets, the feathers flurry around to reveal yourself with the bird on your shoulder and the murderious gleam in your eye that shows pure bloodlust waiting to seep out of your very core.

"How the f-" Rosda was questioning, you shot her in the head before she could even finish her words and held a frown across your face.

"Silence, you Iscariot Nun... And go suck Anderson off."

Alexander picked up Rosda's shot but alive body, her head already healed but she was unconcious from the blow. He vanished away in a flurry of pages before you turned around to face your crowd; Francis looked mortified, Alucard looked amused and held something aluring within his eyes, Seras looked relieved and also mortified, and Integral looked indifferent.

You walked back over, "What? She had it comming!"

"Your late, _."

Before you could respond, lips smacked down on your own and Intgral covered both remaining vampire servents eyes; Alucard and you both engage in a small make outish moment that was way over due before you both pulled away from one another, just connected by a small saliva strand from your lips to his and vice versa.

You tugged at his jacket, strand long gone as you put on his hat, "This is going on the floor later tonight and I sure as hell hope your room is soundproof..."

Only one way to find out...

A/N: Its my first Authors Notes on this story buuuuuttttt... I will do a chapter dedication to you if you can figure out where Alucard got his "Fuck you, thats how" line!

Alucard: Thats simple. Its- *mouth covered*

Hush it...