Kagome sighed as she continued to chase her target on foot, while he used a car. Why do vampires always play unfair? Though she guessed, she too, was not playing fairly by even being there in the fist place. Everything was an unfair advantage for whatever team she was on, but the Hellsing organization doesn't seem to mind that.

After all, they had Alucard, and he was a strange advantage if she ever seen one. He was very powerful, and there are only a few who could actually hurt someone like him.

She shook herself out of her musings when Seras shot out the back wheel, and the car careened out of control and hit a street lamp. She jumped over the Armored-vehicle that Seras was in, and landed on top of the car's hood. She cursed when the target jumped out of the front window and into the subway, slipping out of her grasp.

"Seras!" She called to her partner. "I'll take the target. You stick with the humans so they don't get overrun while blocking the area!" They will need help with the ghouls, if the subway is too crowded.

"Right!" She agreed. They both ran down the stairs and into the dark corridor.

Why did he want her to go on this chase? Seras seems capable enough to handle it on her own…

Alucard hummed while watching his master from within the shadows. He wasn't technically bored, he enjoyed watching her-- to an extent. Standing here, waiting, while she looked at some art in a museum was not his idea of a good time.

The sun, even though he was hiding, made his skin tingle with its horrible light. He was no ordinary vampire, he could withstand the sun for a while without any serious damage to his physical form, but some of his energy gets drained rather quickly if he stays too long outside, and it doesn't feel very comfortable to say the least. So he tries to avoid it as much as he can.

Yet his master seemed troubled today. A letter was sent to her, an invite by Section XIII, she was surprised, and a little upset on the matter, but she decided to take up his offer anyway. So here he was hiding in the shadows, looking after his master incase something should happen. He doesn't mind this little outing, really, he needed some time to think anyway.

Lately, what happened the other day was starting to upset him. He couldn't get it out of his mind, and he didn't know why…

"I am bored. Entertain me." He ordered.

"You want me to juggle or something?"

"You know how to juggle?"

"No." She confessed, and laughed.

He resisted the urge to chuckle, just remembering it. To say he was impressed by her free attitude was an understatement. He was amused beyond words.

"I have two glasses here, would you like to join me?" He invited her for a drink.

"I do enjoy tasting delicious things." She smiled.

So did he… His fang poked out for underneath his pale lips, as he smirked. Yet when he suggested they get a bite to eat together, she objected that idea right away. He sighed. Though he could understand why she would not wish him to dine on her wonderfully sweet blood-- He shivered, just imaging what it would taste like. But she couldn't blame him, he hasn't had that kind of meal in a while, and he was starting to get thirsty…

He had to hold back all his urges the whole time she was with him that day. He couldn't stop glancing at her neck, her pulse beating her thick, juicy, pure blood, as it flowed through her veins. He unconsciously licked his dry lips.

But she said something about her blood being mixed with her powers, and if he drank it, it might kill him. He chuckled at the thought. The day blood would kill a vampire, would be a cold day in hell. But she did not seem to be lying, and acted serious about it, so he had to wonder if she was telling the truth.

But he had to admit, her powers were something else. She used them to spike his drink, and it sent a feeling of pleasurable danger all though him, a feeling he hasn't experienced for a long time.

Of course he knew she wasn't human, but that didn't stop him from questioning her about it. She said she is in a human form, but it doesn't age. He smirked. That means she really will be his pet for eternity. The idea didn't bother him, he enjoyed her company a lot. She amused him greatly…

"My last Master…" She mumbled. "He …" She started to nibble her lower lip.

His eyes narrowed and a low rumble started in his chest. She seemed so nervous, afraid to tell him about her past, but she did it anyway.

"A son…" She whispered. "He had a son and a family. He was happy, and he had everything he wanted. I was no longer needed."

The rumble grew, and he clinched his jaw in anger. He abandoned her like some dog--!

"Good girl."

"I'm not a dog." She objected.

Though he supposed he wasn't any different-- His gloves groaned in persist as he curled his hands into a tight fist. He was not like him. He would never do such a thing to a loyal servant such as her.

Silent tears started to cascade down her cheeks

He sighed, his anger deflating as remembering the saddened look upon her face. He flinched as a small stab of pain hit his chest. He looked down, as if expecting to see something causing the pain. He snorted, not finding anything.

Damn woman. Happens every time he recalls those specific memories of that day. Her troubled expression caused many things to stir in him that he believed was long since dead. The sound of her whimpers and the smell of her tears made him feel compelled to help her. For some reason, he did not wish to see her like that. So, he helped her, and in the end he was satisfied, for her tears were the sweetest thing he has tasted in a long time. It pleasing his thirst for a short instant, and made him feel contented.

Has being around her made him soft? Or is there something more to it? He did not know, but he thought it would be best to keep his distance from his servant for now. She was distracting him, making his mind fogy, unable to concentrate on his goals. Especially since the other day. The image of her heartbroken spirit made him feel… different.

Even now, just thinking about it made his blood run hot and his body feel heavy. So he thought it would be best to send her on the mission with Seras, and away from him for the time being. Though she is not near him, she is still effecting his concentration, and that is not a good thing. Maybe-- Maybe it would be best to let her go? Before she causes him any serious problems he would soon regret--

"I was no longer needed."

Damn, then he would be just like him…

"However, if you insist on showing such disrespect to the Vatican Section XIII, we will not hesitate to wipe you, your Hellsing organization, and your vampire problem off the face of the Earth. Do you understand? You sad excuse for an English sow!?"

English sow? Did he just hear right? He just called his master a Sow-- He growled, stepping out of the shadows behind his master. Now is not a good time to piss him off…

"Sow?" He sighed. "No wonder Section XIII commands such respect. What strong language." He started to walk towards them. "To rule over the kingdom of the word. To make its peace and write it's laws. To be generous to the obedient, and merciless to all those who oppose." He stopped just behind his master. "2000 years, and nothing ever changes. You still act like the world is yours."

"Nosferatu Alucard…" He whispered. He smirked as he could easily see the human shaking in fear.

"Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maxwell." He reached into his jacket and pulled out his Jackal. "Now, it's time to say goodbye…" He razed his gun over his master's shoulder and took aim. "How dare you call my Master a Sow." His grin widened. "I don't see how I can let you leave here alive." He tightened his hold on the trigger, going to release the bullet into the ungrateful man's skull, but then several beeps came in through the speakers in the museum.

"Captain Hook is moving to engage Tiger Lily, Tinker Bell, and the Lost Boys."

"Maxwell, you!?" His Master growled.

"You better hurry Wendy." Maxwell gloated. He sighed and lowered his weapon. She huffed and quickly turned around, going towards the exit. Once his master left he started to speak again. "Captain Hook didn't come here just to kill Tiger Lily and the Lost Boys." He told him. "It seems that he has a personal matter in this, and he won't stop until he has the ability to fly, with the help of Tinker Bell of course." Realizing the meaning to his words, his eyes widened.

"Pet…" He whispered. He growled, his eyes narrowing in anger. "If she is harmed…" He raised his gun and fired. The bullet barely grazed the top of his head, taking off a few strands of hair. "Next time I won't miss…" He warned. He grinned in satisfaction when the pompous man started shaking in his boots, almost pissing himself.

He quickly turned and left, hoping his wasn't too late…

"Seras you have your orders." She growled, jumping over the blockade the human's made.

"Yes ma'am!" She ducked behind the blockade, gun in hand.

"Don't you think she should take some of the men?" Her superior asked her.

"No." Seras smiled. "Kagome can pretty much take care of everything." She proved her point by pointing towards the area where the woman went. The man turned and his eyes widened, watching every ghoul that stood in her way turn into dust just by the touch of her hand.

"I see…" He gave a nervous laugh.

"Don't worry!" She yelled behind her shoulder. "I'll leave some for you!" She laughed and turned the corner, going down the subway tracks.

"Gee, thanks." Seras sighed, and got into position, aiming for the ghouls waddling towards her.

Kagome hissed as she ran down the long railway. For some reason her speed has slowed lately. She sighed and took down another ghoul. And it has been taking more effort to defeat these weaklings then before-- She shrugged. Enemy must be getting stronger…

She smiled as she took down the last ghoul she could find. She continued going forward until she spotted a stopped train. She quickly jumped though the pried open door, going inside. She squinted, trying to see though the slightly darkened area inside the train. That's strange, she never use to have trouble seeing in the dark before--

She looked around, feeling a familiar energy surrounding the area. Ghouls were littered all around the room, along with affix pages of scripture stuck to the walls with knives.

"Ah, it's you." A voice spoke up. Her gaze narrowed unto a blonde man carrying two bayonets. The on in his right, she noticed, was glowing white.

"Hmm… I know you." She frowned, trying to remember. "Anderson, correct?"

"I am honored you remembered." He gave a small bow, while slowly walking towards her.

"What do you want?" She questioned. "If I'm not mistaken, you are the enemy of our enemies, but that doesn't mean we are friends." She pointed out.

"You are right." He chuckled at her observation. "Iscariot and Hellsing don't really see eye to eye on things."

"But you have taken care of the target, I can tell, but I'm not sure if I should be thankful, or attack you for it."

"Do not be so hasty." He stopped a few feet away from her. "I would like to ask you a few questions, before we start anything you would regret." She rolled her eyes.

"What do you want to ask?" She couldn't help that she was curious. He smirked and raised his right weapon, the glowing one.

"This weapon. How did you do this?" He asked.

"You use blessed blades, correct?" She asked.

"Yes…?"

"Well that's why." She shrugged.

"Hmm…"

"You're smart. I'm sure you already figured out an idea of why, but I guess I'll tell you." She sighed. "I touched the blade, and though I did it unconsciously, I put some of my holy powers into the blade, making it stronger." She shook her head at his stunned expression. "Anything else?"

"I knew it!" He laughed joyously. "You're--!! Why is someone like you working for Hellsing!?" He questioned.

"That vampire, you know, the one with the strange hat and weird sense of humor? He is My Master, and I don't mind working for him."

"This is conflicting now that I know this. I was going to try and convince you to work for us, but now that I found out you work under a vampire, I'm not sure if I can let you live." He raised his blades into a cross shape. "Then again, I'm not sure if god would forgive me if I killed you…" He seemed to be having a second thoughts. "How about I give you a choice? Come with me willingly so I won't have to take you by force?" He offered.

"Sorry. My loyalty is for my master and my master only." She stated. "I would rather die fighting, then come with you." She glared at him. He sighed in disappointment.

"I see. If you will not join us, then you are an obstacle in our goal." His eyes hardened. "May God forgive me and my sins, for what I am about to do. Amen." He then charged her.

She held up her hand just as the crossed blades came down on her. She easily caught both blades at the joining point, successfully stopping the attack over her head. She stared into the man's green eyes, a smirk played across her face. Something fell down, and landed on her nose. She blinked in surprise, before another drop fell. She looked up and her eyes widened with surprise. She quickly pushed him away with her inhuman strength, and backed up, get some distance. She raised her hand and stared at the large gash across her palm in sheer shock. How did he--!?

She didn't have long to question it, for he charged her again. She hissed at him and quickly ran out of the door, wishing to have more room. After she got a good distance away from the train, she turned around, facing her attacker. She growled in warning, but he did not listen and charged her once again. Knowing she couldn't block, she decided to dodge. After his first attack, he assaulted her with several combo moves. Though they were slow, compared to other things she faced in her lifetime, for some reason she was having a hard time dodging them.

She clinched her jaw in frustration. Can she not do anything to stop him?! She sighed. She cannot kill him. He is one of his people, and it doesn't matter what she thinks. She cannot kill him, or else she would be breaking the code. Does that mean she is supposed to take this lying down!? She growled.

"Hell no!!" She jumped several feet back, getting her distance.

She called upon her powers, and a pink bow made of pure energy was created in her hand. She pulled back the string and an energy arrow apeared. She wasted no time in taking aim at the charging man, and let loose her attack. He dodged just in time, but it grazed his cheek, leaving a small cut across the tanned flesh. She hissed as she felt a huge amount of her energy drained from such a simple attack. What is wrong with her…?

She pulled back the string again, and jumped high into the air. A large seal appeared in front of the arrow head, along with a ball of light. When she released her attack the large ball separated into several attacks, homing in on her target.

He growled and tried his best to dodge. He rolled and dipped, jumped and flipped, though it wasn't the best acrobatic act she has seen, it was keeping him alive. She huffed and landed on the ground. The bow evaporated form her hand and she started to wobble, feeling dizzy. She steadied herself, and sighed once she got her balance. She looked up and her eyes widened when a familiar angry man was charging her once again. She quickly raised her arms, preparing to defend herself, unable to dodge. She shut her eyes tight, ready for the hit.

A loud crack thundered throughout the dark tunnel, echoing down the corridor. She blinked in surprise when she did not feel any pain. She lowered her hands and gave a small gasp, finding herself staring at the blonde priest. He was growling in anger, a few feet in front of her, with only one arm. She turned her head to where he was fixated at, and she smiled, feeling a sense of relief.

"Master…" She whispered.

"You should really stop trying to kill things that belong to me, Priest!" He growled. She flinched at the angry tone in his voice.

"Alucard--" He never got a chance to finish his sentence for another roar tore through the tunnel, as her master pulled his trigger once again, shooting off his other arm. Anderson hissed as he stared him down, rage boiling in his eyes. "You--!!"

"And now you die!" He pulled the trigger, one last time.

"Arrgh!" He growled and lunged forward, dodging the bullet as it barely grazed his skill. He ran for him, holding his bayonet between his teeth, charging him like a mad man.

"Hmm. Your fun…" He complimented him. He slowly raised his gun once more and shot the blade. The brittle weapon was no match for his bullet and it burst into pieces. Anderson growled, pressing his face close to her master's, in a threatening manner, weapon no longer in his grasp.

"You bastard!" He growled.

"Poor Vatican whipping boy. What are you going to do? Chew me to death?" He asked, amusement laced within his words.

"Shut your hole ya cheap black magician of Hellsing." He took several steps back and paper started to surround him. "You might have had the upper hand today, but I'll be back." He warned. "But next time, you die." He threatened. "We shall meet again, vampire!" With that a tornado of pages surrounded him and he disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"He should be lucky I am even letting him live." He mumbled.

"Master…" She gave a small laugh at his disappointed expression, finding it comforting. She raised her hand, trying to hide the fact that she was laughing. If he caught her laughing at him, he will surely make her clean the whole mansion-- "Ah!" She hissed, feeling a sting in her hand. She looked and was surprised to see the gash has not healed yet. That's strange--

"You're hurt." A deep voice spoke up, interrupting her. She looked up and blushed, finding him towering over her smaller form.

"I- umm. I'm fine." She took a step back but then wobbled, feeling her legs weaken. Her knees gave out and she flinched, expecting to hit the ground. She was surprised when a deep chuckle surrounded her and she opened her eyes. She found herself being carried by him, with one arm. Her body resting against his chest while his arm was across the bottom of her thighs. "You better not do anything funny…" She blushed, feeling embarrassed. He chuckled, before reaching out with is free hand and grabbing her wrist. She flinched, feeling a small twinge of pain.

"Doesn't look like your fine to me." She huffed and tried to pull her hand away, but he had a firm hold of it. "Stop squirming." He ordered. She sighed and stopped moving. "Good." He raised her hand to his lips and smirked. Her eyes widened, not liking the look he was giving her.

"Master you shouldn't--" She shivered as he stared at her with his deep crimson orbs.

"You don't want me to heal your wound?" He asked.

"But I don't know what my blood will do to you…" She mumbled.

He chuckled at her then stuck his tongue out and licked her palm. She gave a small whimper, as another stab of pain ran through her hand. A deep pleasurable growl erupted though his chest and she blushed. She turned her attention back towards his face her blue orbs widened. His orbs where now thin slits, and his smirk grew, showing off his fangs, which were slightly larger then normal. His hold on her tightened and his body started to tremble.

"Amazing…" He hissed in delight. He licked her hand again, and again, each lick become more violent and rough then the last. She winced, not able to take the brutal onslaught anymore.

"Master, you're hurting me…" She cried out. The assault stopped, and she sighed in relief.

Feeling a softer, gentler touch, she blushed. He licked around the wound, being more careful. After that was done, he licked her fingers, and wrist, which were also covered in blood. She couldn't help but stare, as she watched him slowly run his tongue over her gash, not feeling anymore pain. Her heart started to race, and her body felt hot. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"There." He whispered, letting go of her wrist. She blinked and looked at her hand, surprised to see it all healed. "Come." He started to walk down the dark tunnel. "We shall go home and I will get you a treat."

"Treat?" She mumbled, still embarrassed that he was carrying her.

"Yes. You have done well, and I believe that deserves something special." He smirked. "After all, that was one of the best meals I had in a long time. You should have a nice meal too."

"Really?!" She smiled.

"Yes." He agreed. "I believe Walter has some Dog Chow stashed away in the pantry."

"Master!" She objected. "I'm not a dog."

"Oh?" He sounded amused. "You sure did sound like one with all those whimpers…"

"Master…" She whined. He smirked and grabbed her chin, tilting it up. He lowered his head he placing his lips next to her neck.

"Your blood was rather tasty." He complimented her. "Maybe later on tonight we shall share another drink together?" He invited her in for a drink.

"If only you keep your fangs to yourself and drink your wine." She set her rules. "I am not on the menu, I told you that before."

"If I'm not mistaken you were enjoying yourself a few moments ago…" He licked her rapidly beating pulse.

She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and she was unable to retaliate. His deep chuckle echoed throughout the dark tunnel as he carried her back home…