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Here's the next exciting chapter of Dragon Ball Z! Will Goku survive? Will he save the planet from chaos? Will Piccalo warn Vagetta in time?! Have I lost all interest in this show since the first time I watched it!? Yes, but I still find the narration hilarious. And the artwork pretty decent.

But not why we're here. Continuing from Chapter 4, here's the next exciting part of your newest favorite fan-fic.

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Chapter Five: Biting Memoirs Part 2

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"I understand the situation perfectly." Integra replied into the phone calmly, cigar half the size it was a few minutes ago, "We will deal with the problem right away." she hung up the phone, staring down at her desk a few moments with her chin resting on folded hands, the smoke winding and trailing above her head like misty serpents, her shoulders squared, all calm and relaxation missing from them once more.

"Your orders?" Alucard stood by the desk, hands resting on the edge, watching her intently. She nodded to relay that she had heard him and reached for the phone, dialing for a moment.

"Walter."

"Yes madam?" Alucard heard him say over the phone.

"Have Captain Bernadette take the Geese down to the range for practice as scheduled."

"Of course. What of the incident? Will you be sending Alucard to deal with the matter?"

"No. And have Seras brought down to the gun shop so you can show her how to take care of her equipment. No need to hurt yourself over something easily taught."

"Understood." he seemed hesitant, but compliant, "And who will you be sending to deal with the matter?"

"Myself." she said with an intonation of finality as she set the phone down.

"Oh-ho!" Alucard grinned, stepping away from the desk as she moved past him to retrieve her sword off the wall, "Has my Master got the itch?"

She stared at the sheathed beautiful blade that her father had made for her, for her sixteenth birthday that he was unable to attend. Some girls would get beautiful jewelry, or a car, no. That wasn't good enough for a young Hellsing, only a fine silver blade could possibly say all the words a caring father had for a daughter. And it did, or at least, it did to Integra.

"Why endanger my soldiers for something I could easily take care of myself?" she tied it onto her belt and returned to her desk, opening the drawer to locate her pistol.

"It has nothing to do with relieving a little tension?" he was already holding it out for her. She took it from him with a slight smirk.

"My family has taken care of its own business for generations; I'll go soft if I have to sit behind a desk for much longer." she turned to head for the door.

"And if you were to be injured or die? What then..." he followed slowly behind her, "Hellsing would have no heir."

She stopped, half turning, almost glaring at his audacity, "That is something that plagues me every day. But do you suppose I should sit here and send others to die pointlessly, or bore you with things so far beneath you, as I sit and wait for our enemies to strike again?"

He shrugged, gleeful little smile upon his lips, as she marched right up in his face.

"You know well who I am, and I will not falter as I crush every last one of our enemies into dust!" then as she let herself relax a little, "If you worry about your duty to protect me, then you may come along."

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Remembering…

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"Raaaugh!" the ghoul grabbed at her arm, and Integra faltered, almost dropping her gun. She stumbled backwards as she attempted to put some distance between her and it, slipping on the blood covered floor, falling.

Falling. And then he caught her, steadying her and her weapon, guiding her arms up as the ghoul moved quickly forward.

"Focus. Show some backbone." he ordered, laughing as she tensed up and pulled the trigger, once, twice, three times. Dead on target, "Good. You'll make a proper Hellsing yet." he waltzed past her in a flood of red, drawing his own gun from his coat, to finish off the vampire. She followed him, removing her emptied clip and inserting a new one, trying to keep herself steady. She never imagined so much blood; it stung her eyes, she could taste it in the air, bitter and sour. He was in his element, and she was only a witness of how much of a warpath her newest servant could carve. How defenseless she would ever be if somehow he could turn against her. How little she yet knew.

"Come, Integra." he waited at the end of the hallway, holding his hand out for her, "Let me show you how it's done."

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Now…

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Integra pulled the car into the dirt lot where several police cars waited to greet them. Only they lacked the assumed policemen.

"Damn them. They were told to wait!" she hopped out of the car, staring at the abandoned apartment building which was dark except for the flashing of red and blue and otherwise deathly silent.

"They'll never learn." Alucard replied, staring up at the tall building.

"Are any of them alive?" she rested her hand on the hilt of her sword as she waited for his answer.

"No." Alucard stared at her, "They've all been made into ghouls."