If you don't like a certain anime I wrote a fan fiction on, don't read it. Anyways, I wrote this chapter really fast with me being sick in bed. I haven't watched Hellsing in nearly two years, so be gently with meh. I gave a little view of Pip\Seras and a flashback of Alucard and his wife's past. I'm not up to date with dates and who was doing what at that time, so I did this myself. I know Alucard was born in 1431, so to this day, he is 586 years old; this is the info I went off of in the chap.

please enjoy and comment what you like about the chapter so I know I am not screwing it up. Lol.

The three hour flight back to the Hellsing mansion was covered in a intense silence that made the air hard to breathe; at least that's how Pip felt. It was the reason he had taken up to looking around his surroundings. There wasn't much to view other than a crate or two, Walter, Integra, and Seras. Walter sat perfectly still other than occasionally flipping a switch and conversation was hard to carry with the butler when he was manning a aircraft, so he was boring. The hard look on Sir Integras face was unnerving and she didn't look to be in the mood for a chat of any kind. And it didn't take a genius to figure out that the dog of Hellsing was completely off limits of any form of communication from where he sat behind the mercenary with his... wife...that was going to take some getting use to.

So it was only natural that his gaze settled on the blonde sitting to his right; he found that it was starting to become a common occurrence, but he couldn't stop this habit.

He would have never thought that a yellow uniform could fit so perfectly on anyone, but the outfit made it seem like nothing else could match Seras better.

The way she was bouncing on her knees in her seat as she unashamedly stared back at her master's form made his chest feel funny. Pip wasn't quite sure what Seras was seeing, since he refused to face Alucard in any form, but it must have been something quite amazing from the way the little blondes eyes were lighting up. It looked like she could barely contain herself as she went from waving her hands around ecstatically to clasping them together in front of her mouth in the poor attempt to hide the giant grin that stretched across her lips.

He liked it better when she was this way, it suited her more than when she was rampaging on ghouls; Although, seeing her rip the monsters to pieces had its own certain appeal that he enjoyed watching.

"... This is going to be freaking amazing!"

Pip raised an eyebrow at her as she mumbled under breath. He wasn't sure what she was speaking of, but her excitement was infectious as he felt it course through his veins. He was about to ask her what was going to be so 'amazing', but the chance was ruined as her hands were suddenly wrapped tightly around his bicep and her bright cerulean orbs were inches from his own; the words died on his tongue within milliseconds and it felt hard to breathe.

Seras didn't seem to notice his issue as she moved closer, "I can't believe this is happening! My master is married!"

Pip swallowed thickly at the reminder there was a Queen of the Undead, no doubt just as despicable as her husband. Another powerful vampire was the last thing Hellsing needed at the moment as Integra could barely tolerate Alucard.

"This is wonderful! Look at how adorable they are!"

He turned his head in the general direction of Alucard, but his eyes never strayed from the blonde attached to him. There was a small movement from the red figure out of the corner his eye that caused Seras to bite her lip, Pip found to one of the most adorable actions he had ever seen. He felt his face grow heated as she gripped his arm tighter ... right into her chest. He felt his throat collapse in on itself as he averted his attention to the fly that was buzzing around; Thank god for flies. His logic was based on the hope that if he stared at fly long enough, Seras had to eventually free his arm. But after what felt like an eternity, which in actuality was five minutes, her grip had only seemed to grow tighter.

"Are you okay, Pip-squeak?"

Maybe it was due to how she moved until she was directly in his face with wide blue eyes again, how her floral scent invaded his nose, or the fact that she was... he blinked. Did-... she just call him 'Pip-squeak'? Six months ago, had any man or woman even joked about making fun of his name or given him a nickname, a bullet would have been his only solution. However, this wasn't six months ago and it wasn't just anybody that gave him a nickname. He tried to swallow the lump forming in his throat but winced when at how loud the action was.

Seras gave him a nickname.

Did Seras give him a nickname?

"I-..." His throat constricted causing his voice to choke out oddly. He felt his face burn hotter at the embarrassing sound. "Fine... Just remembered I have to do something once we reach the manor." His mumbled excuse was bloody pathetic in every aspect, but he felt his body relax slightly when Seras leaned back on her knees as she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, anything I can help with?"

Pip blinked as his relief turned into a ten ton boulder crashing down into his stomach. Shit. He felt his skin break out into a cold sweat as he licked his lips.

"...Retrain the men...?"

A snort came from Alucard's direction letting Pip know just how pathetically horrible his side of the conversation was going, he was already too aware.

"I'm gonna help! I call the shooting range!"

He wasn't about to argue with her. She probably already had the whole training session planned out within milliseconds. Dear kami, he was going to have to scrap the bottom of the barrel for new training methods and ideas. He already had upped the mens training a few months back by every standard he could think of; how do you improve the already upgraded training?

Integra seemed to finally hit her boiling point of silent brooding on her side of the helicopter. "Alucard, you are to explain yourself as soon as we reach the manor."

Pip slid down slightly in his seat as he could feel Alucard's stare penetrating through him to pierce Integra. He vehemently refused to turn around to meet the gaze head on, just feeling the vampires aura at the moment was scary as fuck. If it wasn't for the fat paycheck that awaited him at the end of every month, Pip would have been willing to work at a fast food restaurant as long as he didn't have to bare the horror that was the No-Life King. He failed to see how him and his crew were needed in the Hellsing manor considering the fact that Alucard never truly went to sleep in his little hole, so there wasn't a reason to even be guarding the psychopathic vampire while he 'slept'.

"Yes, Master." It was barely a rumble from Alucard's chest, but it was loud enough for it to reach Integra's ears, and that's all that mattered to him. He leaned his head back down to his wife's shoulder, closing his eyes as he listened to her heartbeat thudding softly in her chest. He was a monster, he knew that much as it was very apparent, and he had unlimited power; but there was always going to be the simplest of things that no matter how wise or powerful he made himself, he couldn't have or give: He couldn't give his wife a child to dolt upon, not a infant that symbolized their unity by biological standards; he couldn't promise her a life full of thornless roses, when he himself was the deadliest thorn; He couldn't grow old with her-... Maybe it was the insanity finally reaching the last small sane portion of his brain, but simply listening to a heartbeat made him angry- made him absolutely pissed. He was being resentful again against humanity- when he really didn't have a right to be. He had all that- the humanity, the vulnerability- and he had willingly thrown it away in his short lived anger at God for events that had only himself to fault. If only he hadn't been so naive, driven with greed, revenge and power, he would still have a beating heart that was as fragile as wet paper.

He wouldn't have met her, though. She would have been born a few hundred years long after his human body shriveled up in the dirt. It was about the only highlight he could think of for living such a long agonizing existence.

"...Your thoughts are quite depressing, Ally..."

Had it been anyone else, the small whisper would have caused them to jump when coupled along with the warm breath brushing against their throat; but Alucard merely raised his eyebrows. He knew of her ability to view his thoughts, but he had been under the assumption that she had long left his mind to rest while she was able.

"My mind has always been a dark place, my dear." That's all he could think of to reply, as he was slightly caught off guard. How much had she heard?

"I wouldn't have to listen to my dear husbands thoughts, if he had awoken me like we had agreed." Her sweet tone coupled with her words left a bitter taste on his tongue.

"Has my wife already grown ill of me? My, that didn't take long." He loosened his grip around her to glance at her face which was still hidden by his overly large hat. "Please forgive this fool for simply leaving you to rest while I hunted." The sarcasm wasn't lost on either one of them as she sat up from his chest.

"Yes, my husband deemed it necessary I sleep for nearly a century before he thought to 'retrieve' me. Quite the dog, he is; however, I am not a stick nor toy to be dusted off when seen fit."

Alucard bit his tongue quite literally as he narrowed his eyes from behind his glasses. He hadn't really gave any thought to her general reaction to being left in a coffin, but her sour mood was putting his content one in a bad place. "I would hope so, my queen. I did not intend to marry a toy nor stick to have for my bride. I would appreciate it if my wife was to understand that I was unable to return for her when I was sealed and tied to a vampire-hunting organization." If he had expected her to go silent, if only for a minute to think of a response, he would have been wrong.

"Your wife would understand that all completely, if it had not been for the fact that my King sent Baskerville to periodically check in on me. He could have woke me up and gave me some form of insight that my husband was bound to the British government for the last seventy years."

Alucard opened his mouth, but paused. She... did have a good point there. Why didn't he have Baskerville wake her? He could practically feel her smug expression causing him to glower. Oh, she was going to rub salt in that wound as much as she could and he knew that it was only going to be the start of something that would end ugly. But when he thought about it, Baskerville waking her wouldn't have been the greatest plan seeing as she would have immediately gone to the manor where he was locked up; then she would be imprisoned like some slave. He would rather be a dog to Hellsing or anyone else with no supernatural power than to ever allow that bastard Abraham even touch a hair on her head. Subconsciously, he tightened his grip around her waist.

"Careful there, Ally. I don't want your brain to short circuit itself from thinking too hard." She smiled as she patted his cheek, nearly poking his eye as she wasn't looking. Rolling his eyes, he pulled away slightly from her to make sure she didn't jab him in the eye with her fingernails; that surprisingly happened quite often. He should have expected her snappy responses that left him with little to no time to respond back; if he hadn't lived as long as he had, he was certain his human mind wouldn't be able to even get a word in. But that's one of the many things that had drawn him to her so long ago, nearly two centuries ago.

Flashback 1817

There wasn't a lot that entertained Alucard, everything had grown repetivtive and boring from something as simply as eating to killing; although those two went hand in hand as of late. He had given thought to abandoning the current castle he resided in to move off into a foreign country that barely anyone could say the pronouciation of; maybe a change of scene would help. He didn't know what was making him doubt moving off, it certainly had nothing to do with his servants seeing as every move he made caused them to scurry like rats. At one point in time, he would have found the behavior funny, but it was nothing more than a annoyance now. A civilized conversation would be nice once in a decade without someone breaking down crying or attempting to stake him. Atticus, his butler, was probably the only human that could handle being in his presence for more than a few minutes. He was an elderly man with salt and pepper hair and kind gray eyes, Alucard had hired the man when he had reached the age, what was considered 'becoming a man' at the time, of fifteen. Atticus didn't do much within the castle walls, physically that is; he mostly gave out orders and maintained the servants that worked in the kitchens and the maids. Alucard had been the one to assign Atticus over the years to do very little; after all, he didn't want to over-exhaust his only company, and the man was slowly climbing up into his 'golden years' and Alucard wanted to make sure the man had what he could never possess: growing old and living easy as time counted down until death would visit.

Despite Alucard's fondness for the elderly man, he didn't get to chat with Atticus everyday as he took two days out of the week to return home to his family to visit; Alucard had never met them in person, but he knew that Atticus only had his daughter and grandchild left in the world of the living. He had offered to allow the butler's family move in on a piece of estate that wasn't far from the castle walls in order to make it easier on the older man, but it was kindly refused.

It seemed that Atticus had taken some notice of his Master's restlessness- no matter how imperceptibly the vampire made it. He had dropped subtle hints of what Alucard could do in his free time- more than half of them didn't catch the said vampire's interest. Alucard wasn't a fool as he had immediately caught on to the butler's idea- he gave each suggestion thought, anything to cure the boredom. He tried painting- abstract art was not as appealing- a scene from the war with the Turks, but had to stop midway through because it was still a tender spot; he also tried painting his wife and child that had passed all those years ago, but every time the brush neared the canvas, he was painting something else. He remembered their faces clearly within his mind, but the thought to placing their profile down for the world to see made him... it just wasn't going to happen. So anything involving artistic skills was marked off on his mental list quickly after that incident.

He, then, tried bird-watching. That didn't cure his boredom, only added to it and annoyed him. He gave the common hobby two days to cure his ever growing boredom, but... well, he quickly went on to the next idea.

Writing. That was a gritted-teeth task that was almost as bad as painting; but after two weeks, he had hand-written every detail of his life that he could remember up until that point, the poor five-inch thick book was buldging as the seams when he was finished. It really didn't concern him so much about how the book struggled to hold itself together; it wasn't like anyone was ever going to read it, anyway. The book had been tossed to the side of his room on the desk he never really used.

He continued going through some of the ideas Atticus had supplied; but after another week, he was back at square one.

"Sir, maybe taking a walk around town will help clear your head? There seems to be a new invention everyday coming about." Atticus had his back to the large throne sitting in the middle of the mostly empty room where the Vampire sat. He was attempting to rearrange the books that his master had read through and left haphazardly on the floor at the foot of the throne.

Alucard's nose twitched slightly in agiatation as he thought of all the people in town. There was a reason he had moved quite a ways out from the nearest town: he despised being surrounded by so many humans... or beings in general. He didn't mind a few handfuls of people, but any more than that, he just couldn't stand.

But maybe he could give it a shot, he did with everything else Atticus recommended. Besides, it did amuse him to see what inventions humanity invented over the years.

Walking around town hadn't initially turned out like he thought it would. Before the first hour was up of him merely walking around town at night, he had been held at gunpoint. Alucard was sure he looked the part of insane when he was threatened and laughter was all that was received in reply.

"Did you not hear me?! Give me all your money!" The way the man jabbed the gun at the air to prove his point, was golden in Alucards eyes.

"I find you amusing, my friend. What made you want to rob people?" Alucard grinned as he placed his hands in his pockets. The thin Robber had nicely fitted clothes that was neither poor nor weathly looking, and his hygiene was well; Alucard couldn't see why he would be in need of performing this type of crime considering the said Robber had a pocketwatch that would sell for a pretty penny.

"Shut up! Give me your money! I don't have all day!" The guys anger was very apparrent as he was very jittery.

"No, no." Alucard waved his hand in the air. "In case you haven't noticed, your robbing me on a empty alleyway with no one insight." He leaned forward to press his forehead against the barrel of the gun, probably spooking the poor man further. "We can spare a few minutes, right? I mean if I am going to be robbed, why not at least get the full story first."

It was like those was the magic words as suddenly the gun was on the cobblestone street.

Alucard scowled as he straightened his posture to look in the direction the coward had ran off to. He couldn't stand cowards, they were one of the worst of human kind. Well, there went the entertainment for the night. Maybe another robbery attempt would happen if he walked around downtown near the forest enough. It was a desperate shot in the dark, but ...he tried it anyway. Boredom leads to insanity.

The broken streets of the lower part of town made him giddy as he took in the pitiful state it was in. There wasn't necessarily a lot of people out considering it was well past nine and the dark never seemed to settle well with people. Despite it being the shady-est part of town, by the time dawn had came, nothing had happened. He had been walking in and out of the darkest alleyways and even passed by the building where the local gangs liked to meet up a few nights out of the week. His mood was at the level that it probably couldn't get any lower, he was torn between being angry or highly disappointed.

He knew as soon as he stepped foot inside the manor, Atticus was going to be ready to greet him. It was for that exact reason he walked as slowly as he could, he really didn't want to decapitate his loyal butler for the better part of sixty years out of his anger; the human was his only form of companionship that didn't squeak like a mouse every time he looked in their direction.

His sour mood didn't put off the most friendliest of vibes causing the people on the street to give him a wide berth. He was oblivious to the distance and wary looks cast his way, too lost in his thoughts. Maybe if he had been paying attention to his surroundings he would have noticed the panicked shouts and how people shoved each other to get out of the way of some unseen danger. It took a loose gunshot to bring him back from the depths of his mind just before he was being shoved to the side of the street into a building. Had he been human, he would have probably had a concussion with how hard he had hit his head on the brick wall, but he was up on his feet before gravity to take ahold of his body, looking for the impudent scum that dared to-...

"You again?!" The human male's shout was annoyingly loud but his facial expression was comical; It was the coward robber from beforehand. The man had already acquired himself another weapon in the form of a gun and it looked like he had successfully pulled off a heist if the rather large bag of spanish dollars poured out beside him on the ground was anything to go by. Alucard scrunched his nose at the smell of gunpowder in the air as the Robber clumsily started tossing the coins back into the bag as quickly as his shaking fingers would allow.

Alucard was about to respond with a quick rebuttal before he killed the man, but he didn't get the chance. A punch that seem to come from nowhere smashed into the right side of the man's head made him drop to the ground like a sack of potatoes, Alucard's heightened hearing catching the sound of bones breaking. He growled under his breath as he took in the mans unconscious form; he would have liked to at least tortured the guy before eating him. He turned to the idiot responsible of taking away his entertainment only to blink. Maybe he had hit his head harder than he originally thought. He had expected a watchman to be towering over the downed form of the thief, but the person standing next to him was... tiny. Granted, most people were considerably shorter when compared to his frame of 6'3", but this persons body structure was... petite, far to tiny to provide the muscular strength he just witnessed displayed on the mans face.

And it was a woman.

"You have a lot of nerve, asshole. Don't you know its wrong to steal?" Her eyes gained a sharp look as her cheeks puffed out ever so slightly in her anger. She bent down and snatched the gun from the mans lose fingers, wrinkling her nose at the weapon. "If you're going to steal, at least take from the wealthy side of society, you dirt bag! The orphanage has a hard enough time as it is." She didn't seem to care that the man was unconscious as she continued to rant, all while cleaning up the money before handing it off to a official watchman nearby. The looks of disgust from the growing crowd combined with the looks of confusion, made Alucard furrow his eyebrows. He could understand their disgust, women were supposed to stick closely to proper etiquette and the roles provided to them by society; being a watchman was most definitely not one of those roles. Women's job was to cook, clean, and raise children as dull as all that sounded; speaking out in public so freely was looked down upon.

He could understand their confusion too. This lady wasn't speaking English nor Romanian, but he could understand her. He listened closely to the way she formed her words, trying to pinpoint what language she was using. It sounded like japanese with a hint of some other foreign language. It was uncommon to hear anyone in Britain speak foreign languages considering no one usually cared enough to learn it and foreigners was rare. Luckily, after three centuries of complete boredom, Alucard had found that learning foreign dialect was a good way to pass time productively.

"Oh, are you okay?"

Apparently, the lady had turned her attention to himself as she was uncomfortably close to his being as she gazed up at him, all traces of anger gone. She proved herself to be rather brave or idiotically dense as she grabbed his arm, forcing him to sit down on the street; no human had ever... manhandled him in such a way, especially a lady.

"You're bleeding." Her hands latched on to either side of his face as she tilted his face downward to look more closely at the wound. Her hands were unexpectedly soft and gently as she moved his head side to side..."Hold still, OK?"

Alucard rolled his eyes as he grabbed the girls wrist to pry her away from himself. The only living thing ever this close to him was his prey, and even they were unwilling. He would rather be making his way back to his estate than giving medical aid that wasn't necessary. All he had to do was will the wound to heal itself if he truly wanted it gone.

The woman didn't seem to like his move as she quickly slapped his hand back down to his side with a slight scowl. "Don't be such a baby, I haven't done anything yet."

Alucard blinked. He didn't know whether to be angered at being called such a degrading name or admire the guts this woman possessed. Had he ever been called a child before? He didn't think he had, at least not in the sense this lady had used it. Just when he thought the woman couldn't get any more peculiar, a light green light emitted from her left hand as he held it over his forehead.

"She's a witch!"

"She's cursing him!"

If this was 'cursing' him, Alucard wanted more of it. He didn't know what the hell she was doing, but he didn't want to pull away from her now. The power, or whatever it was, was warm and sinfully soft as it ghosted across his forehead before traveling throughout his body within his veins. He ashamedly sighed at the feeling as he leaned in slightly. The warmth wasn't like that of which a human body could provide, it was on another level completely as he felt it surround the wound on his head. He heard her say something to him but he was too focused on the warmth to register her words. Just as soon as the warmth was there, it was gone.

Alucard snapped his eyes open in surprise, he didn't quite remember closing them. He touched his forehead, feeling small traces of the warmth linger before fading away. The woman was gone and so was the cut across his temple.

"Keep your head out of the clouds. The worlds to dangerous for you to be oblivious to everything."

Things just got interesting, indeed.