I know that the first two chapters weren't very long, so I've made this one a bit longer. Hope you like it and, don't forget that magical 'review' buttton!

The woman screamed out of agony when her neck was punctured by sharp teeth. Longs made her pain as short as possible: he broke her neck by biting real hard.

I looked at how Longs was draining the woman of her blood in disgust. For three days we've been running from our pursuers. At daytime we broke in a house to rest. We were now in such a house, too bad the owner returned during nightfall. Longs had to kill her, or she would have gone to the police. Besides, he was hungry.

Longs looked up from the dead body and wiped the blood off his mouth. 'You should drink too.'

'No thanks, I'm not hungry.'

That was a lie. I wanted to drink the blood, the scent of it was almost unresistable. But I wouldn't, it just felt, wrong.

The first day of my newfound life (dead?), I felt reborn. I felt like I could punch through a solid brick wall, which I could, but now I felt sick, tired and depressed. The first two where thanks to the fact that I hadn't drank blood yet. The later, thanks to my situation.

I had nothing left to live for. My life now existed out of running and staying alive, and I didn't wanted to add killing people to stay alive longer to that routine. I couldn't even go to my apartment, Longs told me that Hellsing would keep a close eye on it.

The woman on the ground moaned and tried to get up. 'Aw, fuck,' Longs said when he noticed the purple eyes of the woman. He quickly rammed his silver sword trough her head to stop her from moving, spilling her remaining blood all over the floor in the process. I turned my head away so I didn't had to witness this. How could he be so cold hearted?

Longs once again picked my thoughts up and didn't like what he saw one bit. 'She would turn into a ghoul, yo. Being a ghoul is worse than being dead.'

'Then I guess what you did was an act of mercy?'

That was the last drop for Longs. He ran at me and rammed me against a wall, holding me by my throat. 'Do you think I enjoy this?! Killing other people just to expand my own lifespan?!'

'Then why do you do this?'

'Because it's just the way it is! And don't you dare to think you're any better than me by denying what you are!'

Now it was my turn to get pissed off. Though I was weakened, my anger quickly gave me a much needed energy boost. I growled and punched him in the face. He was so surprised by my sudden outburst that he let go of my throat. That gave my enough time to give him a kick against the side of his legs. He lost his balance and fell. Before he could even recover from his surprise that I, the goody fruity writer, had just punched him, I rammed the gun he gave me against his forehead.

'What are you waiting for, you idiotic writer?' He said defiantly. 'Shoot me!'

This wasn't like me. I dropped the gun and did a few stumbling steps backward. Why did I do that? The sudden rage and bloodlust just came from nowhere.

'That's why you need to drink. If you continue to keep yourself from drinking, you'll go insane and go on a killing spree.' Longs slowly got back up. 'And you will continue doing so until you're either disposed of, or if everyone is dead.'

I really didn't want that to happen, but eating a living being wasn't really on my 'to do' list either. 'There has to be another way.'

Longs seemed to think about that. 'I think a have a way of helping you. Come with me, there is a mort somewhat farther from here.'

The mort? What could possible help me there? I gulped, I could guess.

Seras pov

Where are they?

I sniffed in the air, tracking the slight scent of the two I was hunting. I could only smell that of the younger vampire. Three days it took me to find them! Three fricking days! Master didn't even gave me his name! For all I know, I'm tracking down some random vampire! I guess this was his idea of humor.

I nimbly jumped from rooftop to rooftop. Just like last time, I couldn't smell Longs his scent. However, the other vampires scent was easy to find. They were close, very close.

Jack pov

We were walking in a very busy street, there where people everywhere. Longs took this longer route because Hellsing would be less likely to attack with so many civilians around.

Longs had hid his sword in a long container used for posters.

'So, what's your story?' I asked longs to pass the time.

'Bitten in 1801. I was sold as a slave to a rich British family. Lucky me that they happened to be vampires.' His face turned grim at the mere thought of it. 'Not only was I their slave, but also served as a good source of blood for them.'

'So how did you escape?'

'I've killed them in their sleep, using my lords blade.' He tapped twice on the container where his sword was in.

'Wow, that's kinda…'

'Cruel? Cold? Inhumane? Believe me, they had it coming to them. Since then, I've been keeping a low profile so I won't get killed.'

We went into a smaller side street and came upon the mort. Longs used a key to open the door and looked around to make sure nobody had followed us. 'Get in, quickly.'

I came into a long hall with a few doors to my left and right.

Longs closed the door behind us. 'follow me.'

We walked down the hall and went into a room to our left. It was just what you expected from a mort: a huge fridge with lots of cabins to store the body's in took in the wall in front of us with an operation table in the middle of the room. There was a smaller table next to it with all kinds of equipment where I rather not toughed about what they where for.

Long's walked along the fridge, counting the cabins. 'Number 66, this should be the one.'

He opened it and I prepared myself to see a dead guy rolling out of the fridge. But instead, there was a table full of blood bags.

'What's this?'

'Medical blood.'

'I know what it is, Longs,' I said irritated. 'But what is it doing here?'

Longs smiled. 'It's a backup plan of mine. You see, in the case Hellsing does picks up my trail, I would go here and keep a low profile. The blood bags help me to stay here longer. In a week or two, they would have forgotten all about me and I can go out again.' He threw me a blood bag. 'But now it can serve you. Although it's much less tasty then fresh blood, it's still pretty good.'

I looked at the blood pack in disgust, it still felt wrong.

'Oh, for God's sake. You don't have to kill anyone to drink it and I didn't kill anyone to get it. There is nothing wrong about drinking it, what more do you want? Now drink it before I rip of your jaw and make you.'

Feeling quite attached to my jaw, I opened the pack and let the red liquid, after a slight hesitation, flow in my mouth. To my surprise, it was delicious, and it awakened something feral inside me. I quickly drank it up and took another sack, then another, and another.

Longs smiled at the sight of my thirst. 'Easy, mate, I haven't heard from vampires becoming drunk from blood, but there's a first time to everything. Still, if you want to become a true vampire, then you'll have to drink blood from a living being.'

I licked up the remaining drops of blood in the bag, feeling much better. Speaking of feeling better, I smelled something at the front door of the mort. It smelled like a human, and yet, it had something different. 'Do you smell that?'

Longs sniffed in the air and gasped. 'Shit! It's big red's his bitch!'

'His what?' I said surprised, since Allucard didn't seemed the type to have 'a bitch.'

'His fledging, his slave, his apprentice, whatever you want to call it. She must have tracked down your scent.'

I instantly started to feel afraid, this was bad. Her being around means that Allucard was near too. And since bullets don't really seem bother him, I don't think I stand much of a chance with my puny handgun.

'Don't worry, man,' Longs said, who had sensed my fear. 'I have a 'secret weapon' for these cases.'

He took out of his coat a bottle with a white liquid in it.

'Perfume? You're going to fight off a vampire, with perfume?'

'Of course not! This, my friend, is humanity in a bottle,' he said proud.

I looked puzzled. How was 'humanity in a bottle' going to stop a vampire?

'Just smell it.' Longs sprinkled some on my hand. I immediately smelled a human very close, in the palm of my hand, to be quite exact.

'How…'

'Not important, that woman is.' He sprinkled the rest of the bottle over my face. 'There, now get her away from here.' He pointed at the table full of blood bags. 'Human smell or not, this would at least make her suspicious.'

'Me? Why don't you do it?'

'She saw me once. How you get her out of here, I don't care, ask her on a date for all I care. I'll go hide.'

'What should I tell her?'

'I dunno, you're the writer, you can cook something up.' He threw me a white coat, probably from the personnel that worked here. 'Tell her you work here and that this room is off limits or something. Oh, and one more thing.'

'What?'

'Do. Not. Smile.'

I sighted. Great, I had to have a chit-chat whit somebody who would probably blow my head off. Yay.

Seras pov

Once I walked in the hall, the scent of the vampire just seemed to vanish. Huh, where did he go?

I cautiously walked further into the hall, they must have felt my presence and left. Or, they could be planning an ambush.

I regretted that I didn't bring my Harkonnen. It would have made me feel much more comfortable. Now I had to use a little pistol. Then again, walking around London with such a big gun might draw attention.

'Excuse me.'

I turned around fully prepared to crush the life out of anything undead, but I found a human instead.

It was a handsome, though rather pale man of around my age (well, around the age that I stopped ageing, that is). He was wearing a white coat. It seemed he worked here.

'You seem rather lost. Can I help you?' He said politely.

'Uh, yes, I'm did you see two people come in here?'

'Not that I know of.'

I looked at the clock that was above the door he came out off, it was midnight, a pretty late hour to still be working.

'What are you doing here?'

'Late shift. There is some ass from the police office wants see a victim from a murder.'

'That's quite late.'

'Yeah, I gave him a complete autopsy report but nooo, he wants to see the body himself. And all that in the middle of the night, can you believe it?'

No, I can't.

'Hellsing, what is that?'

'Hu? How did you know about Hellsing?'

He pointed where the Hellsing emblem was stitched to my uniform. 'Oh, its- ahh, uuh, a division from the police.'

'Really? Quite a funny name.' He looked at the clock. 'Look, it's been quite a long day for me, so if there isn't anything else, officer, I'll be closing up now.'

I sniffed in the air once more. The vampires where long gone anyways, what's the point of wandering around any longer?

'Yeah, I have to go too.'

He smiled. 'Then a good night to you, police girl.'

A chill went through my spinal court. Coincidence, Seras, it's pure coincidence.

He walked back and disappeared back into the room.

What a nice guy, I thought while I walked back out of the mort. Something like that was very rare these days. Plus, he didn't even drooled at my body like most men.

I toughed back at that beautiful, white smile of his. This let me stop in my step. Those teeth.

I ran back into the mort and took out my handgun.

Jack pov

My brain never went so fast. If I would still had a heartbeat, I bet I would have died from a heart attack by now.

There were a hundred of questions that burned on my tongue when I saw her, all would have given me a swift dead: Where is Allucard? What is Hellsing exactly? Are those real?

'You sure play your role well,' Longs said with a smirk.

It was actually thanks to the fact that I once wrote a character that worked in a mort, but I wasn't going to tell him, he would probably laugh in my face anyway.

'Indeed I would.'

I concentrated on a single sentence. Screw you Longs.

He laughed. 'It was right from me to save you, you're a hilarious guy.'

I saw that he was playing with his silver cross, careful not to let it touch his bare skin.

'Longs, why do you believe in god?'

'Pardon?'

'I mean, c'mon, you've been sold as a slave and then turned into a vampire. And to top it all off, you must now kill to survive. Why do you still believe?'

He grinned at me. 'What a silly question is that? I believe because it's all that I have left. Sure, life really doesn't offer much more to me, but it still has purpose. As long as you have meaning, a life is worthwhile living.'

'And that meaning might be?'

'Helping my kin. I helped my brothers when I was a slave, and I will do the same with vampires, so called 'monster' or not.'

'Still, what kind of god would give you such a life?'

'We mustn't hate god for the task he bestowed upon us. We all have our purpose, and mine is to help people like you.'

Huh, never expected Longs to be such a deep guy. Before I could think about his words, the door slammed open and the busty woman from before aimed a gun at my face. 'Hold it right there!'

'Ah, crap,' Longs said irritated. 'How did you know?'

'Your friend gave me a nice look at his fangs.'

Oh dear.

Longs looked at me, furious. 'What the hell man?! I thought I told you that you weren't supposed to smile?!'

I saw him wink as his hand moved to a sharp scalple on the operation table and instantly knew what he was planning. 'Well excuuuuuse me! But if you could have been a little more specific, I might have knew!'

'Oh?! So it's supposed to be..' But he didn't finished his sentence. He threw the sharp scalple at the woman with insane speed. The woman apparently saw it coming, as she swiftly dodged the knife and fired a bullet at me.

For a moment, I toughed I was a goner, but my vampiric instinct took over and I was able to dodge the bullet. Well, dodge is a big word. It nicked my cheek and formed a shallow, but long cut.

As I felt the blood dripping down on the flour, I was surprised that the woman didn't continue her attack. She looked at me with big, blue eyes that where fixed on the wound and with her mouth half open.

I looked at Longs for help, but he was apparently also obsessed with the red liquid dropping from the wound. 'Uuumh, Longs? Are you okay?'

He apparently didn't hear me, as he did a few steps to my direction. The woman did the same, only to stop when Longs looked angrily at her and started growling.

The woman growled back and for a moment, her eyes seemed to light up red.

I started to get what was going on. They wanted to feed off me, and badly too.

Before they could, the woman was knocked against a wall by something. She turned around to face her mysterious attacker, but two bayonets nailed her against the wall.

'Thy shall feel my divine wrath, daemon!'

The priest from before stood in the center of the door, looking how the woman was screaming out of pain. However, that didn't seized my attention.

I looked at the face of the priest in suprise. He was the one person I toughed I would never see again. 'Father... Anderson? Is that really you?'

Cliffhanger, yay! ^^