A/N: Heya ppl, here's chap 20; The Nightmare. Dum dum duum ^^ Love doing that. Oddity, yeah you got me, lol. I didn't know how to NOT involve Alucard so I just wrote what I wrote, but you and the other reviewers need to take in the fact that it would be possible for him not to step in because Integra didn't have the chance to order him too and the seals were keeping him back. But I'm glad most of you enjoyed the previous chapter. And Oddity, no worries, neither will get pussyfied. You're in for quite a surprise, lol.

Pip's recovery was slow and improving. The doctor didn't know what to do about his burnt arms though but he was sure they would heal. Seras was at the mercenary's bedside every night, after every mission. Alucard protested but Seras continued her bedside care for the Frenchman. Not approving of this worry or care, he let it go.

Pip was, after all, the first who had accepted her as a child of the undead, despite his intentions. He was an important person in Seras's life and Alucard had to accept that and he did, just barely. The ancient vampire spent his time in Integra's office, gazing up at the large portrait behind her desk, brooding.

"Damn seal. If Master had just released it then." Alucard grumbled, squeezing his gloved hand into a fist. The fabric creaked as his fist tightened and Alucard glared at the Hellsing symbol on the back of his fist. It was so troublesome to be imprisoned by something like this! If he didn't have the seal, he could've stopped them from taking Master.

"Russian brat doesn't know who he's dealing with." His growl echoed in the empty office as he melted through the checkered floor and made his way to his room to sulk.

Nicholas was still haunted from the night before. All those bodies, bleeding, ripped apart. Crimson fluid splashed across the white walls. Gruesome, sick. The mere thought of it made his stomach lurch again and Nick covered his mouth automatically. All those people, those men; they were dead. Dead. It was merciless. Disgusting. Inhuman. The images would haunt him forever, he was sure of it. And Priscilla, only God knows what they might do to her.

He was in his room, safely snug in his bed. He hadn't come out of his room since last night, still in a sort of trauma. He had paced the room and barely ate. This was something he couldn't recover from. Sleep finally claimed him and Nick was very glad. It wasn't long before he began to dream.

There was a man. Tall, lean, with piercing, blood red eyes, sculpted cheeks and thin lips. His whole body was perfect, too perfect, like a living Adonis. His hair was curly and pitch black, reaching his shoulders.

And the woman was on the floor, sobbing. Only her eyes held traces left of the woman she was before and pure hatred leaked out of them, directed at the man before her. But she was still afraid, no matter how much she hated him. He stood over her cowering body. An angry frown adorned the man's beautiful face.

"You stupid, pathetic human!" He shouted at her. His voice rang throughout the stone room, a dungeon of sorts. A prison for this poor girl. All she did was whimper, her body shook with fear. She was on the floor in a sort of kneeling bow, a thick curtain of golden locks covered her whole face. But he knew she was crying.

Nicholas found himself in the corner of this stone room, watching the scene before him with wide eyes, puzzled and shocked. The other two didn't seem to notice his presence. The man kicked her in the ribs again and again. "How could you bring it into this world!" He growled in between kicks. "My powerful blood runs through its veins! Disgrace! Shame!"

Nick's jaw dropped. "Stop! Stop it!" He moved to launch himself at the violent man, only to find himself frozen in place, unable to move. He watched as the man continued to abuse the poor woman. "I–It's my child!" The woman suddenly cried out, crawling away from the man's foot near Nick's corner. He glanced at her face and saw blue eyes, filled with fear and tears. Nicholas raised his eyebrows curiously.

Those eyes looked familiar. "Odd," He thought to himself. "They're just like my eyes."

The cruel man spoke again shaking with rage. "Romana!" He hissed. "Look at me when I speak, you ingrate!"

Nicholas noticed that there was a foreign accent in the evil man's voice. The way how he rolled his 'r's like hot meat in his mouth and how he made every word sound hard like stone. It was definitely a Slavic accent, maybe Russian.

The woman, Romana, still sat in Nick's corner, big fat tears rolled down her pale, bruised cheeks. This close to her Nicholas could clearly see the damage done to her pretty face. Her full lips were split and bleeding, her eyes were puffy and red from her sobbing, encircled in blackish blue rings, her right eye swollen to twice its normal size. Her once shiny, golden hair was matted with dried blood, coarse and weak like straw.

She was just skin and bones. Her cheeks were hollow, her once fair skin was sallow, unhealthy and pale. Romana's arms too skinny, her legs too tiny for her size, her waist too little. She looked like a walking skeleton. Her arms and legs also bore bruises and wounds. Romana was dressed in a dirty grey robe that was too big for her and hung off her body like an overly large potato bag.

It was so painful just looking at her, so weak and so pitiful. It made his heart ache so much. The man stalked over her, a predator moving in for the kill.

"I bought you and you only live to obey me." He snarled, his lip curled up and showing all his teeth, white and razor-sharp. A vampire.

"You have served your purpose, slave." He hissed coldly and his eyes glinted hungrily. He dragged her up by her hair, making her stand on her feeble feet before he punched her in the face. Her head smacked into the hard wall behind her. Blood trickled from under her hairline, a result of the new head wound.

This didn't stop him. He dragged her up again by her hair and hit her again and again. Then he let her slide to the floor, weak from his heavy blows. Now he kicked her repeatedly until her screams were turned into dry sobs, and those sobs reduced to small squeaks until she made no sound at all. Her frail body was motionless. Dark fluid was pooling around her head, soaking her hair and part of her face.

She was dead.

The scene shifted with a shimmer. Nick found himself viewing the streets of London from the sky. Romana was running and sobbing at the same time. Nick realized this must've taken place before her death. It was nearly dawn but still too dark. That darkness frightened her. She was hugging something to her chest, like she was protecting it. She was still in her grey robe.

Romana made a sharp random turn into a less inhabitant street with more run-down buildings then new ones. Then she turned again, entering a large hotel that had outlived its glamorous days. She stormed through the lobby and straight up the rickety stairs, not caring that they wobbled dangerously with her every step. At last she had reached the top floor and chose a random room. The majestic aura in the suite was still intact though parts of the room wasn't.

Sprinting to the large king-sized bed, she threw off the covers and moved them about to create a make-shift nest. Then she looked at the thing in her arms, a crying bundle of old cloth, and kissed it gently before covering it with the rest of the covers.

"You'll be safe here, little one. I'm sorry." Romana's voice was light, feathery and filled with sorrow. Then she left, tears still overflowing in her big blue eyes.

Everything shifted again, like a ripple in the water. Nick saw the same room where Romana had left her child but the building was shaking violently from so many explosions. Gunfire sounded through the lower levels of the large hotel. A lone woman, small with blond spiky hair, was chasing after another man with a red cap in the hallway. She caught him quickly and shot him in the head.

The man became dust instantly. The man must've been a fake vampire. When the small woman came closer to Nick's phantom body, he recognized her.

"Mom!?" He shouted out in surprise when he saw her there. Seras passed right through him, straight through his body like it was nothing. He followed, glad that he was not frozen in place as in the last scene he had witnessed.

She had checked every room until she came to the room where the baby was hidden. Nicholas watched her carefully, praying that she would save that tiny, helpless baby. She did. She had plugged her nose with her forefinger and thumb. "I stunk that bad, huh?" Nicholas grumbled, amused. Otherwise she was absolutely cooing over the little baby.

Then she took the baby home to Hellsing. As Nick watched her go, he cocked his head to the side. "Wait, that's how Mom found me?"

Once he said that sentence out loud, everything clicked into place. One part of the puzzle of his life was found, some of the questions were answered.

Nicholas awoke with a start, sitting up and panting like a dog without water. He was surprised to see his Mom beside him, watching him intently.

"You're awake." She stated more than asking. Apparently her mission was complete, so she was early. He nodded, gulping. His throat was incredibly dry. "I saw my mother."

Seras didn't answer but her eyes did look a little hurt and curious at the same time. "I saw her die." He whispered, sounding shocked and frightened.

"You've had that nightmare since you were little." Seras said. She sat on his bed and stroked her golden hair and held his trembling hand with her own small one.

"I saw my Father."

"Alucard?" Seras asked, confused. "Well," She snorted to herself. "Who wouldn't have nightmares of him?"

Nicholas shook his head twice. "No. My real Father."

"Do you know who he was?"

"No."

"Hmm." Seras replied, thinking. He didn't recognize Dmitri then. Is it wise to tell him though? She had to consult Walter and Master about this. Nicholas slowly got out of bed and put on his black satin robe. He was about to leave the room when Seras stopped him.

"How did you know which maid was kidnapped Nicholas?" Her voice was monotone, tired. Nick sighed and trudged back to his bed and sat beside his mother. From under his pillow he pulled out the bracelet he found on the floor in Priscilla's room. He showed it to her. "I found this when I went looking for Priscilla. I had given it to her that day I came back."

"Hmm." Seras mused again as she examined the bracelet. She had covered her hands with the edge of her uniform so the silver wouldn't burn her. It was a simple bracelet, braided silver with a small charm attached to it. A tiny bat. She laughed. That was too ironic. "A bat?"

"What? They were considered lucky in China." He said defensively with a childish pout. Seras rolled her eyes and handed him back the bracelet. "So why didn't you tell anyone then? That she was kidnapped?"

"I wanted too." Nick started to say but paused. Why, indeed? "I wanted too but I also wanted to save her, I didn't want to waste time."

"If you had told us we might've been prepared for something like this." Seras whispered. It wasn't his fault this massacre had taken place. But he did make the wrong decision on not telling them who was kidnapped. Seras considered Hellsing was like a big family. No matter how business-like one might be, they all cared for each other. That's how she sees it. There was a familiar tug on her mind link. Alucard was calling her and Nick, she realized.

A moment later the two vampires and Nick were gathered in Integra's office with Walter standing beside the large oak desk. He looked very worn, pale and old. Seras felt a little sorry for him.

"Well? What's with the gathering, Walter?" Alucard asked impatiently, gesturing to Seras and Nick standing beside him. Walter adjusted him monocle and cleared his throat. "I have some news."

"Good or bad?"

"Oh depends on how you look at it." Walter replied cheerfully, though his cheery smile looked rather strained. Seras peered at him closely. The butler continued. "I've requested some help from Iscariot."

There was a sudden roar and a loud zipping sound. It happened all so fast, Seras wasn't sure what to think. Alucard was in the middle of strangling the butler and Walter had his strings wrapped around the elder vampire's limbs, rendering him immobile. Alucard hissed and gritted his teeth, glaring at his old war companion. "Do you have a death wish Walter?"

"Alucard, get a hold of yourself." Walter growled back. It surprised Seras. She never heard him take on any kind of angry tone. Nicholas just stared at the unraveling scene with wide, puzzled. Who was Iscariot and why did Father want to kill Uncle Walter just now? What was going on?

"We need all the help we can get. It was our only hope." He said through clenched teeth as he strained to keep Alucard at bay. The tall vampire was struggling against the silver wires with effort. The seals were holding him back from doing any harm to the stupid old man. "Iscariot was never our only hope, Walter. I am our only hope! And Seras! We'll take care of those Russian scum quickly"

"Alucard, we need more troops to defend the Hellsing manor while you're gone. Iscariot has agreed to lend some for that purpose."Alucard stopped struggling against the wire, calming down once again. "Very well. As long as they don't inter--"

"I apologize for that, Alucard. I'm afraid that they've offered to send one of their agents to accompany us on our mission."

"And who is," Alucard snarled, his eyes flashing madly. "This lucky Iscariot?"

"Paladin Alexander Anderson."

There was nothing but silence. Awkward, dead silence. Like the calm before the storm. Seras and Nicholas watched Alucard closely, waiting for the explosion that was surely brewing inside him. The seconds ticked by, the minutes seemed too long. But Alucard just stood there, half-covered by the dark shadows.

"Anderson." Alucard repeated. His face was unreadable and covered by black shadows. This was unexpected. Both Walter and Seras were waiting for him to rage about Anderson's involvement.

"Yes, Anderson." Walter answered back, wary of the vampire in front of him. Suddenly the silence was broken by malicious chuckles, then those chuckles formed into mad cackles and the cackles erupted into insane laughter. All three people took a step back from the crazed vampire. His whole body was shaking, his eyes have gone wild, his mouth stretched so wide that every tooth was visible.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! I get to play with him again!"

Seras had seen him like this before, at the Russian pub last night when he brutally ripped apart all those men, those people. She knew he was in his hunter mode, nothing would stop him from creating chaos and carnage again.

She wondered if it was wise to unleash such a being. She glanced at the empty desk and her eyes darkened. Unleashing Master on his bloody rampage and wrath on those Russian maggots was exactly what is needed. They needed to pay for what they've done.

"According to the information you and Agent Victoria obtained during your last mission, the Russians are in a hotel that is protected by some kind of barrier which makes the hotel invisible to the human eye. This would explain why you and Seras would be able to see it." Walter said in his calm, business-like voice. But there was something about him, something about his attitude towards this briefing, it made Seras wonder. To the young draculina, the old, fatherly retainer looked very determined. Angry.

"Since all our men have been killed, that leaves only four capable people to pull this mission off."

Walter glanced at each vampire and Nick. "Those are Agent Seras, Alucard, Master Nicholas and I." He pointed to each of them as he spoke and then finally paused whilst pointing at himself. The wise butler glanced at Nick again, his aged eyes bore into the his young blue ones, intense and demanding. "Master Nicholas." He addressed Nick with a calm, soft voice. "You have been trained to become the next Leader of this proud Organization. You have learned all the tactics of battle, studied the arts of war and how to rid this world of the unholy."

The retainer stepped closer to Nick and grabbed him by his arms, holding the young teen in place of his intense gaze. "The role of leading this mission is on your shoulders. Are you, Nicholas Sebastian Abraham Van Hellsing, ready to command the Hellsing Organization? To lead this mission?"

"Wow, Walter." Nick breathed, paralyzed by the question and by the old butler's surprisingly strong hold. "No pressure, right?"

"Oh no. I intend for you to feel how heavy the burden will be on your young shoulders Master Nicholas. That is the duty of a Hellsing."

"Oh." The young teen replied somewhat lacking the enthusiasm Walter required from him. Nick frowned. He understood how the butler felt. He was sure that deep down inside, Walter was furious with Integra's kidnapping. But Walter was his family, if he really believed he was ready for this mission, then Nick would definitely accept those conditions. After all, he is Sir Integra's successor legally, in her absence the responsibility falls to him. Nick smiled and hugged his dear butler and friend. "I understand. We will bring her back."

Nicholas let go of the butler and cleared his throat. "We should start preparing for now. We leave tomorrow." With those final words, the young blond teen left the checkered office, leaving the stunned butler and vampires in his wake. Alucard stood by the large, arched window and Seras was standing near the painting, gazing at it like Alucard usually does. Walter stayed by the large oak desk, rooted to his spot. He wasn't exactly expecting that reaction. What an odd, kind boy.

"Is that wise, Walter?" Seras suddenly asked, her voice a quiet whisper. She looked so sad, standing in front of the painting with her arms across her chest. "Is that really wise?"

"I'm not quite sure what you mean, Miss Victoria." Walter politely replied and walked to her side. He heard the vampiress sigh and bow her head. "Putting him in charge, making him feel what it is like to lead an Organization like this."

"I believe it's his time to learn what being a leader is about." The old man answered with his kind smile. Seras frowned, worried about her son's well being like all mothers are. "But, he's so young though."

"Youth does not matter. He is ready." Alucard suddenly spoke, his dark voice rippled through the room and the deep tone shivered down Seras's spine, sending jolts into her bloodstream. It was always a new kind of sensation whenever she heard his voice. Seras tried calming her senses so that she could concentrate on her Master's words and not just the sound of his voice. But she was surprised. "What do you mean?"

"One becomes a leader when he has to, no matter how young one may be. He is 17 years old." Alucard's voice was grave and serious. "Taking over this mission will show me how powerful he has become and it will show you that he is no longer the weak little infant you found all those years ago."

With his back still turned, Alucard started to phase through the floor. "Stop babying him Seras. You missed watching him grow." And he vanished, the floor swallowed him up. Seras stood there shocked. Had she really missed Nicholas's growing up?

"Do not fret, Miss Victoria. Even Master Alucard thinks Nick is ready." Walter patted her shoulder. Seras sighed again and nodded slowly. Maybe they're both right, maybe she just worried about Nick so much that she had failed to see that he has grown into a strong man and leader Hellsing would need.

She just didn't want to lose him. Seras scratched her head and glanced at the window. Light was streaming in, it was almost dawn. She yawned, all her teeth; sharp, white and canine, glinted in the faint sunlight.

She stretched and patted Walter giving him a warm smile. "I hope both of you are right. Good night, Walter." She yawned again and stretched her arms above her head and made her exit silently. The butler stood alone in the room, pondering over the night's events. The kidnapping of Sir Integra was a devastating one and something he considered so low and with no honor. Honor, as the retainer's old and wise eyes had noticed, was something these Russian aristocrats valued.

He turned to the portrait of Integra's ancestor and clasped his hands behind his back. Walter gazed at the portrait then turned his eyes on the rest of the office. It was dark and poorly light, the shadows ruled mostly in this room. But, Walter chuckled to himself, this was more convenient to Alucard since he liked to pop up unexpectedly from time to time. He had much faith in Nicholas, this was sure.

Walter was positive that the boy had grown on the grumpy, cold vampire King. It was quite charming to think of it like that. But seeing how Alucard also constantly pushed Seras and Nick away was saddening. The elder vampire did not realize how much those two could change is life, however dead it may be.

With another deep sigh, Walter retired to his own room. Maybe the morning rounds would cheer him up a bit, he was not used to feeling this gloomy.

It was late afternoon when Nick decided to visit Pip in the infirmary. Pip, as Nicholas was informed, was the only survivor of the attack and was in a life-threatening condition. Nicholas felt guilty for Pip's condition, he felt guilty for every lost life, as if he was the one that ordered the attack.

Pip was on the hospital bed, pale as the sheets on his bed. His orange hair was a mess and all over the pillow, the long strands were even hanging off the sides of the bed. There were a few tubes stuck into him and a respiratory machine was close to the bed to help him breathe. The hospital wing was quiet, only the slow, puffing sounds of the respiratory machine could be heard and Pip's strangled breathing. Nick peered at the bloodied trails in the shape of the cross through the bandages on Pip's chest. It looked awful.

The unevenly drawn cross was revolting to see. The jagged, lopsided lines scarring his muscular chest and stomach, damaging his lungs and muscles. It was a miracle the Frenchman could still breathe. Hot, prickling tears started to well up in Nick's eyes and he hastily brushed them away. He didn't want to cry, he was not allowed to show such emotion. He knew it wasn't his fault. But seeing Pip laying there, dependent od machines to breathe, to live, it ate him up inside.

"Oi. What's with that face, eh?" Nick heard a rasping, weak voice say. He gasped as Pip tried to chuckle and ended up wincing in pain. "Pip! Don't strain yourself!"

"No need for you to act like my mama." Pip grumbled and Nick couldn't help but laugh. "Sorry."

"Sure, sure." Pip sighed, dismissing the apology with a weak wave of his hand. "What happened?"

"What?"

"Why do you look so worried, mon amie?" Pip nudged his head, indicating Nicholas to lean closer to him. Nick did so and the Frenchman whispered into his ear. "Is it lady troubles? I can help, if it's her first time, y'know."

"What?!" Nick jumped back on his stool, blushing like crazy. The stool wobbled from Nick's forceful reaction and tipped over, taking Nick along with it. Pip, despite his injury and the pain, laughed at the teen's clumsiness. "What? I am only offering help." He said innocently with a charming grin. Nick groaned as he got up from the floor, setting the stool upright and sitting on it again. He glared at the recovering mercenary as he straightened his clothes and brushed back his blond hair from his eyes. Under the teen's somewhat glacial stare, Pip cleared his throat and averted his eyes elsewhere. He was becoming like Integra in some ways more and more every day, in the sick man's opinion.

"Sir Integra has been kidnapped."

"Sacre bleu." Pip whispered, now serious. "Those bastards were after her then?"

"No." Was Nick's glum reply. "Their original target was me. It seems they will do anything to get to me."

"And are they?"

"Bloody Hell, Pip! I can't be sure what to think! Auntie Integra is gone! Gone! Only the Lord knows what they will do to her!" Nick pulled at his hair, distressed by the situation. Walter was wrong to think he had the bravery to lead a mission like this. He couldn't, just couldn't bear the thought of losing either of them. Mom, Father, Uncle Walter, Auntie Integra, Priscilla, even this stranger - Paladin Alexander Anderson, he didn't want to lose him either.

Nicholas gritted his teeth angrily and let go of his hair. His fists balled on his knees now, the fingernails cut into his skin. He shouldn't feel hopeless, he shouldn't feel helpless, or that he is unworthy. He knew he shouldn't but those negative emotions still overpowered him, he couldn't stop thinking how their faces would look; bloodied, disfigured, missing flesh here and there maybe.

How could someone like him, a mere teenager, hope to accomplish something like this?

Pip watched from his sick bed as the young Hellsing fought with his doubts and dilemmas. it was saddening. Pip always saw a bright smile on the boy's face, always watched him cunningly charm and flirt with numerous girls, always witnessed great self confidence in his eyes. Who was this weak person before him then? It didn't seem right, it didn't fit the picture. No, Nicholas shouldn't look like this. The Frenchman furrowed his eyebrows and grasped Nick's arm as tightly as he could, despite his arms being charred and burnt to the bone.

"Oi, calm down there. You are forgetting who Sir Integra is." He said with his french accent, determined to pull him out of his momentary depression. "She is the Dragon Lady, The Iron Maiden. She gives in to nobody and nothing. She is a strong woman, no?"

"But!--"

"No buts, you pathetic crybaby! Look at yourself! Sir Integra would be ashamed to see you like this!" His voice was still rasping as he raised his voice. Nick looked shaken to hear such things from the mercenary but realized that Pip was acting like a commanding officer, and he was his subordinate.

"You should be ashamed! You are her heir! The heir of Hellsing! No Hellsing should act like a child!"

"Calm down Mr. Brenadette, time for your medication." A nurse calmy stated when she entered the room. Pip settled back into his bed. Trying to talk some sense into the teenager had made him sit up and ignore the waves of torturing pain which he shouldn't have done. The strain and excitement had reopened his wound and now fresh blood seeped into the bandage.

The nurse, young and pretty, made a tsking sound and hurried over to the Frenchman's bedside while sending a glare at Nick. Pip didn't seem to mind though. Actually he seemed to quite enjoy the nurse holding him close to her chest while she changed his bandages. Of course, his face was pressed into her bosom quite nicely, Nick saw him grinning like a child on Christmas.

Laughing silently to himself, Nick felt vaguely better. He was a fool, a desperate and depressed fool to think such failures. But he was human, mostly, and all humans have their breaking point. He still thought that there was a larger percentage for his rescue mission to fail, but maybe it won't. Pip, he was sure, was right about Auntie Integra. She would never receive orders, she gave orders. Just like Liz, his caring nurse. Knowing that, he was also very confident that Priscilla was now safer then before, for Auntie would never let anything happen to one of her own employees, no matter the occupation.

Nicholas glanced at his wristwatch and said his goodbyes to the injured but happy mercenary and left the hospital wing. He made his to the library where he called both his foster parents and Walter. But only Walter came and told Nicholas that he better come down to the entrance hall, to kindly greet his ally when he arrives.

Not knowing anything about Anderson, Nick agreed to wait for him at the door and insisted that Mom and Father were there with him Walter, for safety measures was present as well.

Father Alexander Anderson could not believe he had to aid those bloodsucking heathens and the Hellsing cow's heir. He wasn't even ready to accept the fact that Division XIII would even help their enemy. He thought it was a good opportunity to destroy Hellsing once and for all, since the stupid Hellsing sow got herself kidnapped. But, when he had voiced his opinion, he got reprimanded and ordered to depart immediately for England.

Sometimes the Vatican got on his nerves more than that Hellsing lapdog Alucard did.

The priest arrived at his destination on time. Now he stared at the large iron gates with such a sour expression as if he was looking at the very Gates of Hell itself. He probably thought they were too. The two guards that stood in front of the gate exchanged surprised looks and one approached the priest.

"Are you Anderson?"

"It's Father Anderson." He answered gruffly, refusing to look at the protestant heathen soldier. The said soldier glanced at his comrade and the latter nodded affirmative. "Let's escort him to the front door." He said and the soldier in front of the priest signaled him to follow as he and the other man both turned and went through the gates. Anderson followed reluctantly watching th gates tower over his head as he passed them. He crossed himself and said a silent prayer to the Lord to forgive him for aiding these Protestants and entering their territory. But the mere thought of seeing the servant Alucard again brought a devilish smile to his face.

The two soldiers escorted their guest to the front door, knocked and left. The door was opened by Walter, as always, but Anderson's grin grew wide once he looked inside the main hall. Without saying a greeting to the old butler, Anderson rushed inside, bayonet ready in hand and poised to pierce the vampire in front of him.

Once Walter opened the door, Nick grew more nervous to seeing what kind of agent the Vatican had sent them. Was he a man of the cloth, a mere weak human? Or was he some kind of strong, buff man, or maybe a man in a black suit like in the movie 'Men In Black', equipped with awesome guns or a man that was a super spy like James Bond. It seemed to him that it was none of the above, for this agent of the Vatican was something different.

The moment Nicholas managed to catch a glimpse of him was when he was standing in front of the door, grinning like a madman before he rushed inside and pulled out a strange sword and went head on at Alucard. Despite knowing that no harm would come to his foster parent, Nick still gasped in surprise when he saw the sword pierce the elder vampire and that Alucard was smiling at the man while pointing the barrel of his black Jackal at his head.

"Hey! Stop! Wait!" Nick shouted but no one seemed to realize he existed. Seras stood by Walter, watching with a bored expression at the events unfolding in front of her. "Anderson never changes does he, Walter?" She asked, her voice bored as well. The butler shook his head, sighing. "No, I am afraid not, Miss Victoria."

"How troublesome." Seras said, also sighing. Walter nodded again. "Indeed."

Nick was at a loss of words. He could not believe his eyes, seeing Walter and his mom act so calmly while two men were about to kill each other right in front of them. He glanced at Walter and Seras then back at Alucard and the Vatican agent, bewildered and confused. What on Earth was happening? Just when he was about to demand the violence to stop, he heard the agent speak.

"Long time no see, Hellsing lapdog." The man said with a cold laugh, twisting his blade further into the pit of Alucard's stomach. Blood gushed from the wound, splattering the floor.

"Likewise, regenerator." Alucard returned the greeting and bashed the man with the barrel of his gun. the man grunted and wobbled a step backwards, letting go of the sword stuck in Alucard's stomach. Alucard, still grinning, pulled out the sword and threw it aside while the other man regained his balance. Walter rolled his eyes and sighed once more, annoyed.

"Alucard I implore you not to get the floors dirty again. I barely managed to clean them up from all that blood. I don't need yours to join the stains, you know."

"My apologies Walter, I shall be more careful where I am to spill is blood then."

"Hold up! Wait just one second!" Nick yelled, jumping in between the two men as they were getting ready to go at each other again. This was all to confusing. "What in Bloody Hell is going on!?"

"I am sorry, Master Nicholas but this is Father Alexander Anderson, the agent the Vatican has sent to help us with our mission." Walter said with an apologetic bow and pointed at the man with blood coming from his forehead. Still puzzled, Nicholas took out the handkerchief from the breast pocket of his suit and handed it to the priest.

"Here."

"What is this for?" Anderson asked, slightly confused of the gesture. Was there a trap behind this kindness? He only saw the young Hellsing roll his eyes. "You're bleeding. Clean it up with this." And he shoved the handkerchief into the priest's hands. Anderson stared at the cloth in his hands and then at the Hellsing.

Nick stared back at the priest. What a strange person. He never saw a priest looking so bloodthirsty like this one. This man was tall, slightly tanned and with the creepiest green eyes Nick had ever come across. And those swords, he saw no sheath for them. Where did they come from then?

Anderson observed the young Hellsing. What a strange protestant heathen. He never saw someone so young like this man lead a vampire hunting organization. He must surely be around 19 years old. At least, he looked that age, with that sun blond hair and sky blue eyes. The smart grey suit with the white silk cravat gaurding his neck and held by that same cross that Integra had. He was positive this was her heir. But he never heard of Integra marrying. Was this a child out of wedlock? An unholy result of an even more unholy affair?

"I am Nicholas Hellsing. Pleased to meet you." Nick suddenly said with a great wide smile just radiating of friendship. He held out his hand to the priest waiting for him to shake it. But Anderson only stared at the teen, unable to shake his shock of his unnerving discovery. This child was the product of an affair? that Hellsing cow would do something that low?

"Mom, why is he looking at me funny?" Nick asked as he glanced at her over his shoulder. Seras shrugged.

"'Mom'?" Anderson asked, uncertain his ears heard right. Did this young man just call that female monster 'Mom'? Or was that just his imagination?

"Pardon?" Nick turned his eyes back to the priest, still smiling warmly at him.

"Did you just call that unholy monster 'Mom'?" Anderson repeated, pointing at Seras behind Nick. He nodded. "Yes, I did."

"Who is the father?" Anderson asked again, hoping, praying to God that it won't be who he thought it was.

"Alucard." Nicholas replied, quite proud of that fact and unaware of the dangers his answers might awaken. Seras and Walter glanced at each other, now slightly worried about the point of these inquiries. Alucard just stood there, watching bemused of the conversation the Vatican dog and his foster son were having.

"You are their son?"

"Yes." Again, Nicholas answered proudly and did not notice the priest's hand reach inside his long coat as he looked thoughtful and tried to explain. "Well not techni---" Nick was cut off when he felt the sharp tip of the blade poke at his throat. In fact he was surprised yet again. What was wrong with this man? Walter and seras both jumped into action. The old retainer had unleashed his wires and Seras had pulled out her handgun 'Black Widow'. But both lethal weapons were soon discarded when they saw Alucard step up to The Paladin and snap his bayonet in half.

"Vatican dog, what are you trying to do?" He asked plainly, unnerved by the glare both Anderson and Seras were giving him. Anderson growled at the red clad vampire and turned his other bayonette at him.

"You turned that poor girl into an unholy creature of the night and now you've forced her to bear your disgusting offspring by violating her! I shall take her revenge on you and send you to Hell for good and then I'll free her soul from you tainted hands once and for all!"

Bwahaha! And Anderson enters! I am sorry for the long wait once again, my sister has acquired a dog I had no idea about until I came to stay with her in the summer and said dog has chewed the cords of my laptop charger. No worries I shall try to update from my sister's laptop, until we replace my charger -_-''

The next chapter shall be in two parts; part one is Nicholas's strategy plan for the mission and a switch to the Russians and Integra. Now after part one, part two of course shall be the final mobilization of the Hellsing party. But the chapters after that is where i come to my dilema. You'll see what i mean soon.

Review please! ^-^