"What the hell do you think you're doing, Alucard?"

The said Vampires ears twitched at the sound of a gun cocking causing his own hand to tighten around his weapon. It was in this moment that Alucard found his master to be the biggest annoyance. He respected her a great deal, and he would never admit aloud just what he viewed the mortal as, but he wanted nothing more than to chastise the woman. He had watched the blonde woman grow up since she was a tiny little thing that only rose to his hip; he knew everything about his master. Integra was a bright woman, so he believed that she aknowledged him and gave a small bit of trust his way.

Alucard slid his gun into one of the holsters under his red coat. Integra was just going to have to give him a little trust for this moment... or get the hell over herself, because he wasn't about to stand down. He's the King of Vampires before he was a servant of Hellsing, but there was one title he was the proudest of, and he had bared it the longest; He wasn't about to tarnish his title in any form just because Integra was having a pms-ing moment.

"Had you opened your eyes instead of flapping your jaws, you would have heard me earlier. Those vermin were not only on my property making a fool of themselves but touching things they have no knowledge of." He snapped in annoyance, because he didn't feel like playing the verbal teasing game with her; his focus was on the coffin a few feet away from himself. By God, seventy years since he had last laid eyes on that coffin. Granted, he had sent his familiar Baskerville every few months to check in to make sure nothing had happened in his absence. He felt completely daft every time that Baskerville came back, because he actually envied the dogs ability to leave freely; By God, the damn familiar was a part of him... he was basically jealous himself!

Seras held her gun with quivering hands as she aimed towards her master. Despite how brutal the man could be, she highly doubted she could even attempt to pull the trigger at him. She wasn't quite sure how, but somehow her sire had grow a little on her. She was silently praying that he would just walk towards them and make a joke about the whole situation before they all returned to the manor. But as she watched Alucard walk away from them, she couldn't stop her from cursing the man viciously within her mind. He was gonna make her have to pull the damn trigger and put her through a guilt trip afterwards, what a bastard!

"Police girl, I recommend you lower your gun before I lose my patience."

Seras has already lowered her weapon by the time his nickname for her completely left his mouth. She felt her stomach churn uncomfortably at Integra's scolding glare, but she really didn't want to end up dead by Alucards hands. Besides, what's the point in holding the vampire at gun point when all the humans were already killed off? Its not like a bullet would actually kill Alucard, just slow him down and get him pissed, then you would end up being his new play toy; no one enjoys that.

Well, except Anderson. He seemed to like that sort of situation.

Seras blinked as her attention snapped back to Alucard who has already lifted the lid of the coffin. Curiousity hit like a freight train as the girl tried to look around the man's broad shoulders but she could only see Alucards back. Whoever was in the coffin had to be very important if the extravagant designs and Alucards disobedience was anything to go by. The tone that he had taken on when he spoke to Integra was scary enough considering he had never shown that side to himself; he was always either amused, blood-crazed, or mocking.

Alucard body had become still for a moment as he looked down inside the coffin before he removed his coat and draped it over the body inside. Had it not been for Seras vampiric hearing, she wouldn't have heard the soft moan. Her eyes widened as she watched the no-life King bend down over the coffin as he adjusted the coat around.

"Ally?"

Seras glanced over at Pip who had, oddly, remained absolutely silent since leaving the manor. The mercenary hadn't bothered to move from her side and his weapon hadn't been touched within the last few hours. He seemed content on watching the situation unfold itself out around him that looked to be providing him a type of entertainment that Seras found difficult to see herself.

That voice was strictly female. Unless a guy was able to form their voice to reach such a soft tone that had the young vampire doubting if she even heard the stranger speak.

"Sh, watashi no ai. Subete wa junchodesu." Alucard's voice was barely above a whisper but it didn't stop Seras ears from picking it up. She blinked at the strange.. softness his voice carried. Alucard and the word soft or any other synonym never belonged together in the same sentence or paragraph... let alone using it to describe the way his voice sounded. That being said, Seras chalked up the strange emotion due to the dark haired man speaking so quietly.

Integra scowled as she took a few steps forward as if she was going to do something. Seras immediately took the same amount of steps backwards when her master gave a glance over his shoulder. "Who is that?" The hard tone the platinum blonde took on made Seras wince as she turned her gaze downwards and over to her side where Pip had stuck to her side. He hadn't bothered on moving back or forwards from his spot and Seras didn't know if she admired that about him or she found him completely idiotic; probably the latter.

Alucard clenched his jaw. Integra's poor attempts at intimidating him was laughable, and had it been any other situation, he would have found it quite humorous of the young woman; but there was absolutely no humor in this situation. He was use to following orders and having answers demanded from him. However, it was a different situation when his master was demanding information about her. He wanted her to be by his side, especially after how long he was forced to spend away, but he didn't want the rest of the world to know anything concerning her. He wasn't the type to share anything. The world had its own treasures and secrets; why the hell couldn't have his own? He wasn't ashamed of his selfishness when it came to her because she was his light that caressed his darkness and soothed it. He was far from being naive enough to believe that he could cage her up and hide inside his old castle chambers; she thrived in being free. Oddly enough, Alucard found that he never had to worry about her freedom causing any issues because she was voluntarily back at his side before he could think twice about going and searching for her. Of course, there was the few times that she had disappeared for a few days but it had all had a reasonable excuse.

He didn't want to share her attention, as childish as that sounded. He relished the moments he got to spend time alone with her, whether it was cuddling or something more intimate. He refused to allow her attention deviate too far from him; he couldn't let it happen. Alucard didn't want to call it a fear, persay, because he didn't fear anything; but if she was to leave him, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep any shred of his sanity... not that he had much to begin with.

He glanced down at the petite figure in his arms as he picked her up gently after placing his floppy hat over her head. His coat had nearly swallowed her whole as the collar of the crimson fabric was wrinkled up, hiding the lower part of her face. His hat did a excellent job of keeping her profile hidden, as did his jacket since it kept her figure out of sight; he was grateful he decided to change his style of clothes all those years ago, because his former outfit wouldn't have cloaked her so well.

Despite his thick trench coat, he could feel her warmth soaking into his chest and something soft glide across his skin then traveling throughout his muscles and veins; it was a welcoming feeling. He knew what the unknown 'energy' was, so when it pushed lazily against his mind, he allowed it in without a second thought. She was doing it, subconsciously or not. Alucard found it to be the perfect time to recall the last seven decades, nearly eight, because he was aware that she would be able to pick up on his thoughts. He could only hope that she understood the position he was pushed into at the moment, because he knew she didn't like sleeping as long as she had.

"She's my wife."

Pip tried to stop the snort that shot from his throat, but he was a second too late. The sound managed to drag everyone's attention to him, but he was too busy trying to hold on his laughter.

"What belle femme would marry a vampire, let alone you? That was a great jok..."

Seras quickly moved to the other side of Integra when her master looked over at the mercenary with hard crimson eyes. Pips jaw snapped shut with a click when Alucard turned his body to face him. Pip had done a lot of stupid things in his life time, but the look he was gaining from the vampire made him determine: this was his worst possible moment. His mouth was running before his common sense could speak up, but he couldn't help it. Alucard couldn't be married... who the hell would marry a vampire? Especially a psychopathic blood-sucking murder that was more ruthless than a newborn vampire and that also happen to be the 'King' of the undead?

Alucard didn't have to be a genius to figure out what was going through the mercenary's head. He bared his fangs in a poorly suppressed snarl that was too quiet for anyone to hear. The shifting movement in his arms made him briefly glance down to see a small delicate hand curled around his vest, her thin long fingers were noticeably cold through the thin fabric of his dress shirt causing him to frown. It was the middle of winter here; and while it had yet to snow, the dark clouds above threatened that it wouldn't stay that way for long. He couldn't feel the cold as much as everyone else, so there was no telling just how freezing it was outside. He needed to get her somewhere warm and away from prying eyes.

"Watch your back, child. I would hate to for karma to kill such a young soul."

Pip blinked as he averted his gaze to the ground feeling a cold sweat break out across his skin. 'Karma' was a complete asshole and fucking scary, he decided at that moment.

Alucard walked passed the group towards the helicopter. He could see Walter sitting within the pilots away through the windshield who didn't bother to acknowledge the vampire when he climbed into the craft, sitting in the cargo pit behind the seats. It didn't provide a lot of privacy, but it was good enough for the moment.

Alucard positioned her body so her back faced the front of the aircraft, being mindful of the hand still clutching at the fabric on his chest. He barely had enough time to settle his body on the cold metallic wall before she was adjusting herself causing him to have to loosen his grip on her. She had curled herself up into his lap in a ball like fashion and pushed her face into the crook of his neck. His hat had been pushed back at the movement, but it didn't matter that much because she was still hidden from view. He could feel each inhale and the soft puffs of exhales against his skin and just how cold her nose was. He couldn't give her much body heat considering his body didn't produce a lot of warmth, he was dead after all. He wrapped his arms around her small frame, making sure that every inch of her body was covered up. He had to upturn the collar of his coat so that her neck was covered up as much as possible. The combination of her scent filling his head, her energy cloaking his being, and her weight situated across his chest and thighs; he felt content enough to stay there for eternity. He barely registered his master boarding the helicopter as well as Seras and the french merc.

"Mi-a fost dor de tine, regina mea." Slipping into his native tongue brought another sense of comfort mostly due to knowing that anyone listening would have trouble making out his conversation, it was another form of privacy he enjoyed. Language barriers hadn't bothered him in centuries seeing as he took his time to learn every dialect known to man kind and it proved to be more than beneficial over time; it had allowed him to properly communicate with his wife when he first met her. It also helped him get closer to her as he taught her a few languages, English being one of the few. Romanian she picked up the quickest, much to his enjoyment.

"Aveti multe explicatii de facut, dragostea mea."

Alucard grinned as he ducked his head down to rest against her shoulder, her words barely a breath of air against his neck and thick with sleep. How long has it been since he had last heard her voice? Or held her within his arms?

"Stiu, dragostea mea."

He closed his eyes as she nuzzled into his shoulder. Compared to the average size of women in this time, she was extremely tiny in nearly all aspects. She only came to his collarbone in height and her petite stature made her seem even smaller. Her figure was curvy with generous hips and her chest was on the smaller side... Alucard loved every minute of her being pressed against him; she was perfect.

Seras glanced back at her master who was practically curled up around the person he claimed to be his wife. She felt her heart melt as she listened in to their whispers. She couldn't understand what it was they were saying because it sounded like a different language. However, she didn't need to understand the language to hear the tenderness in their voices. She really wished someone would speak to her that way. She fought the urge to wiggle around and squeal when Alucard pressed a kiss to her shoulder. It was official, she had a new ship that was already cannon; how could this get any better? She giggled as her mind raced to new possibilities that could prove to be more than entertaining.

Oh, her master was so screwed.