A/N: Hello everyone and thank you once more for your patience! It seems like this story has the habit of hitting me with writer's block, only to then throw inspiration my way!

Well, do no fear, as I promised I will finish it!

I am not going to go in detail with the fights that we all know from Hellsing. I feel like it will be a repetition and would make things boring.

I hope you will like this chapter! We're moving away from Ino and Alucard for a moment, they had enough spotlight :D

Anyway, I kept this one short because I wanted to give you guys something since I've once more kept you waiting for so long!

Previously: "Yes Sasuke?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. These people clearly did not know proper mission protocol. He answered her in a clipped voice. "First battalion has been dealt with. How is your situation?"

"They will arrive soon. I still don't have a lock on them. Don't worry, they won't escape my Harkonen."

Sasuke gave an affirmative sound as he shut down the phone and took off in the manor's direction. There was a strange knot tightening in his stomach. He did not like the thought of Seras out there, alone. True she was not truly alone, but those Wild Geese mercenaries... she was as good as alone. These were not your run of the mile freaks of ghouls. They were strong, they were smart, and they were deadly. He has better move to her location.

As he looked in the distance, it seemed like Seras would have to wait. Sasuke unsheathed his sword once more, the fire of a second incoming battalion reflecting in the crimson of his Sharingan. And at their lead, atop a descending zeppelin stood a tall man with silver white hair dressed in a long trench coat; his target.

He had to be fast; he had to get to her, to that slip of a girl that reminded him so much of her. With her large innocent eyes and her positive nature. This time he will do better…

Ch 15

In the halls of the Hellsing manor Seras could feel her heart shatter. As she held the limp body of Captain Bernadotte to her chest she felt like she was being broken apart and put back together, but the pieces did not match anymore.

He had given her a kiss, her first kiss, and she almost howled in desperation as she felt the blood on his tongue, his blood mingle with hers; it hurt her because she knew this would be their last kiss.

Why did he have to stay?

Why did he have to stay here and die?

The pain in her shoulder was nothing compared to this, the loss of her sight was nothing compared to the hollow, gaping would inside her soul. He was her friend; he was good and so alive! He was her first kiss, so sweet and tender, and now his blood was staining her uniform and his voice still rang inside her head, the words bouncing like a ping pong ball.

Take my blood cherrie, take it and save yourself…

And then she heard it. That awful woman's voice, mocking them, threatening them, speaking ill of him. Fury pooled inside her belly like and angry cobra dripping poison. How dare she? How dare she stand there and talk like that about him?

That ugly bitch was not even worth to lick the mud from his shoes, yet she dared to call him a bug? The snake uncoiled and the venom turned to fire, burning everything in its wake.

She wanted to make her pay; she wanted that more than she had ever wanted anything in her entire life.

Seras could feel Captain Bernadotte give off his dying breath, and Seras knew what she had to do. She could feel her fangs lengthening and her awareness of the blood pooling around her was so sharp it hurt. He told her to take it, gave it to her freely, gave his life for her.

His sacrifice will not be in vain!

With a sharp movement Seras bit into the almost lifeless body of the captain, a sluggish flow of blood travelling down her tongue like thick syrup. It was exquisite, better than chocolate, better than the most exquisite wine.

She could feel the life-giving liquid travel down her throat and for one short moment all that Seras could feel was bliss.

Every ache in her body disappeared, and she felt more powerful than ever, while at the same time drunk on the ecstatic feeling coursing through her. Suddenly, where just a moment before there was only a bloody, painful gash her eyes were burning with hate and rage, their colour as red as the blood that was rushing to enter her body.

Her uniform will be forever tainted crimson, and somewhere in her mind Seras could hear her Master laughing.

She was now a full-fledged vampire, a creature of the night, a Draculina. And she had every intention to show the ugly bitch before her what that meant.

"I will grind you into dust you fucking BITCH!"

Sasuke looked at the man before him with weariness. He stood as still as a rock in the raging battle among them, and a powerful aura radiated off him. The Uchiha heir clutched his sword and tensed his muscles, prepared to jump into battle with what can only be an enigma.

His Sharingan was blazing, and he jumped into action, the only thought in his mind being that he had to finish this fast.

He moved fast, relying on his shinobi speed to catch his opponent on a wrong foot. But as his sword swung down toward the man's chest he was intercepted by an arm of steel. And instead of cutting through the flesh like it this hundreds of times before, the blade simply stopped.

It was pure instinct that helped Sasuke jump back and avoid the incoming hit from the tall soldier.

What had happened?

How did he not even land one scratch on him?

From a safe distance away, Sasuke looked at him through narrowed eyes. He had to learn more about him, know what he was dealing with. He was clearly made of tougher stuff than the rest of the vampires out there, but he could not be invincible.

If he could not cut him, then there were other ways to kill him.

In one swift move he activated his Chidori, the lightning engulfing the silver coated sword. His Sharingan detected a small enlargement of his opponent's eyes and Sasuke smirked. Even in this universe where monsters ruled the world, seeing a man create lightning out of nothing seemed odd. Good, he could use the surprise to his advantage.

He sprang into action with a flash, his sword sharp, his aim true. The Mangekyou Sharingan was pulsing inside his head, the pupils changing with the excess chakra that was pumped in them. And then…

Nothing.

He passed through him like through a ghost, his sword meeting nothing but air. Within a millisecond Sasuke had the foresight to turn mid-air, paring a hit that would have otherwise crippled his spine.

How?

His sword came down once more, and then he saw the him change form, his body becoming a corporeal white wolf as he danced away from danger only to materialize again to strike.

The punch hit him hard in the ribs, and the sickening crack of broken bones echoed in Sasuke's head.

For a moment he could not breathe, the pain blinding him.

Blood, fresh and warm bubbled in his mouth and fell on the floor. The analytical part of his brain was telling him that his lung was caved in, but the lack of oxygen was clouding his judgement.

Was this the end?

Fuck no!

He would not die in this filthy back alley, killed by a freak that did not even seem to know how to string two words together!

He was Uchiha Sasuke, the last of the Uchiha clan, and he will not die from one hit!

In one swift move he pulled out a senbon and stuck it in his chest. The pressure in the lung was immediately relieved and he could feel his head clear.

It was time to fight back.

He focused on the man, no, the freak before him, gathering chakra in his left eye. Fire was in the end the best was to dispose of vermin. And the fire that sprouted from the Mangekyo Sharingan was one that would burn until he was reduced to nothing.

The black flames engulfed the Captain's arm before he had time to dematerialize into his wolf form. It burned with the strength of a thousand suns, the fire moving higher and higher, burning a parth of pain and destruction across his body.

In a moment of clarity he took out his gun and began shooting at his shoulder, his shouts of rage blending in with howls of pain as Sasuke coughed up more blood. But soon the ruined arm was removed and the Captain stood before him in the shape of a huge wolf, blood pouring from the severed appendage.

He charged, not seeing that Sasuke was gathering the last vestiges of his chakra for one final attack.

She came to him, following the smell of his blood. The blood that made her senses sing in delight, the blood that made the eyes roll in the back of her head and her inner walls quiver in pleasure. The blood that belonged to him, inside him… it had been spilled. A wave of anger that she never thought she would be capable of overtook her and she pushed on, running faster, zapping, flying over buildings and battlefields and enemies alike.

She had to reach him!

Reach him until it was too late!

When she finally got to the place where the smell was strongest, Seras gasped in horror. "No…" Tears sprung from her eyes, clouding her vision, her throat tightening uncomfortably. The entire street was destroyed, a hellish black flame burning on the floor, consuming what seemed to be the remains of a corpse. And there, in the middle of the street was Sasuke, drowning in a pool of his own blood, his skin as white as death.

"No!"

She reached him in an instant, the dark aura surrounding her cradling him where her missing arm could not, her eyes wet with tears. His heartbeat was sluggish, the wound in his stomach pumping the blood out of him. He was dying.

Was it not enough that she lost one important person today?

No, she could not take it!

She will not take it!

Seras did not know why, but there was something about the handsome dark haired man that drew her in. It was not his power, and it wasn't really his looks either. It was that thoughtful, sad expression he sometimes had, the way he looked like he had lost everything and could never be happy again. And then sometimes, when she would catch his eye he would smile. It was a half-smile, crooked and charming, but it was a smile. And she was the one to coax it out of him.

She did not want to lose that smile, did not want to never see his dark eyes again, hear his deep voice again!

She did not want to let him die!

Turn him… came the seductive voice of her master, slithering like a snake inside her head. He is half dead anyway. Turn him and keep him for yourself.

But… Sasuke would not want to be a monster… to be like us… would he?

Police girl, no one wants to die. Turn him and show him that there is something to live for!

But Master… what if he's not… she blushed beet red by just thinking about it. If Sasuke were not a virgin and she bit him he would become a ghoul, a mindless creature that kept none of its humanity. She could not do that to him!

Are you willing to let him die on a 'what if'?

The question rang inside her head for what felt like eons. Sasuke did not have time. She could already hear his heartbeat slowing down and could imagine that the lack of blood was causing his functions to shut down one by one. He did not have the time for her to ask. He did not have time for ethics. She wanted him to live, she wanted to get the chance to ask him things… to spend more time with him!

She could not let him die!

She will not let him die!

Instinct took over as long, sharp fangs grew inside her mouth. Her entire being was focused on him, every cell in her body obeying a ritual as old as the curse they were blessed with. And as her fangs pierced his skin and the sweet nectar of Sasuke's blood hit her tongue Seras could only pray that he would wake and walk beside her as an equal. Then the pleasure took over, entering every cell of her being, firing up her nerves like lightning and bringing her to a heavenly peak of ecstasy.

Pull back Police Girl. You must pull back or you will be the death of him.

Alucard's voice pierced through her like a hot poker, helping Seras gather enough self-control to unclench her jaw and pull away from the man in her arms.

And then she watched with wide eyes, waiting for something… anything. She held him in her arms and prayed to whatever it was out there that he would awake once more. She swore that she would exterminate every freak and pay for his soul by saving countless others if he would open his eyes. A part of her was surprised, yet another one knew that she did not want to lose any more precious people.

I agree Cherrie… whispered Bernadotte from deep inside her soul.

So she held him close, and hoped that he will wake as the Sasuke she knew, who could always learn everything much too fast, who always had a weapon with him. The Sasuke that read underneath the oak tree, the Sasuke that encouraged her to accept who and what she truly was. The Sasuke that she…

But she did not have time to finish her thought, as the once still body in her arms suddenly stirred. And as Seras turned to look at him, she smiled.

Sasuke's eyes were open, and they were as black as night, looking at her with wonder.

"Seras."

A/N: Well, what do you know, Sasuke is a virgin!

Now tell me… come on you can be honest with me: How many of you expected this to happen?

And if there are some that ask yourself: "No author-san, why did you do this?" Well my answer is simple: Sasuke had lost everything he could even hope to achieve in his 'previous life' and Seras had recently lost a friend.

Does she latch onto him and try her best to save him because of her recent trauma?

Sure she does?

Is he fucked up enough to accept this as salvation although it ruins any possible chance at a normal life?

Of course he is!

So see, perfect match!