A.N. Hello lovelies I have returned and guess what the story is almost "done". Sanders is on of my favorite original characters to write for so I don't think I'll ever truly be done with her especially if I get my shit together and write the fifty or so original stories and fanfics that take place in the same mega verse…

Thank you KyloRen'sgirl213, Destiny W, iWasDamned, yunibell, bfireworks5, Eala Bhan and mike's girl gaia jackson for your support.

Seras and Pip lead the party back to Hellsing manor taking off without looking back for their companions, simply trusting that they'd follow. As Alucard made to leave, one arm still protectively wrapped around Sanders, he was met with some resistance.

"Umm, I'm gonna need I bit of help," she whispered. He looked down and raised an eyebrow. "I think my legs have forgotten how to walk." Sure enough her hands were still clutching fist fulls of his duster to keep herself upright. In one smooth motion he lifted the woman up into his arms and flashed one of his signature Cheshire grins in her direction. "This is a lot nicer than the first time you carried me," she murmured whilst ducking her head to hide her growing blush.

"Would you prefer being slung over my shoulder?" he asked and Sanders shot him a comical glare and stuck her tongue out at him.

"The only benefit of that was the access to your ass," she grumbled while squirming into a more comfortable position. The smirk he wore seemed to say, "likewise".

"Are you still marrying the mortal?" Alucard asked as they travelled his tone becoming serious.

"Real talk?" She asked. "I haven't thought much of it." He gave her a disapproving look and she blew him a kiss in response. "I mean I could just kill him after the wedding or have you forgotten my actual job." She adjusted her position again and peppered his face with a few more kisses enjoying the access she had just gained. "I mean he is a total prick so I'm sure someone out there would pay me for my trouble, then again money has never really been a necessity for contract killing."

Alucard attempted to set her down on the front steps of the Hellsing estate but Sanders half koala grappled him to convince him otherwise. "Can you just bring me to my room? I'd even settle for the cot in the basement. Just saying you can do this, and we can avoid what ever shit storm may await us." Convincing as she was, especially with those delightful lips involved, Alucard opted to carry her all the way to sir Integra's office where he set her down onto a chair in front of his master's desk. "Of all the times to behave you choose now," She scolded as Integra turned to face them.

"Ms. Dracavitch." Sanders drew back slightly already not liking the tone of voice Integra was using. "It turns out your mother has a large number of operatives in the city."

"A yes. Kind of unnerving when you really think about but thankfully easy to ignore." She supplied.

"None the less" Integra continued. "We are thankful for her aide." She opened a desk drawer and pulled out a cigar.

"I'll be sure to pass that on" Sanders offered not sure where the conversation was going. Integra nodded in her direction and continued.

"She has proven to be a reliable and powerful ally. Pity her presence will only be felt for a short while longer."

Walter, who had remained still as a statue in the shadows behind his master stepped forward to light the cigar resting between her fingers. Before he reached her Sanders snapped her fingers and the butt of the cigar began to glow. Integra returned her steady gaze to the young woman before her. "What do you mean?" Sanders asked.

Integra moved her cigar towards her lips and paused, watching as ash began to gather and fall onto the polished surface of her desk. "Her Ladyship, your mother, has insisted by way of the annoying young lord that your wedding be held here at the manor post haste." No one said anything as the light left Sanders eyes and the warmth of the room seemed to vanish.

"But what about my…" Sanders trailed off remembering how the cursed ring she had worn for months had crumbled on the battle field. The ring had turned to sand and the scars were nearly faded; the words I love you had never tasted so bittersweet. She clenched her bare hand and tucked it behind her back, opting to examine the dust on her boots risk seeing pity in Integra's eyes. And yet she couldn't help the tiny smile that ghosted her lips; breaking the curse would never be something she'd regret. "I guess that's it then" Sanders said smiling sweetly. "Funny I started off wanting nothing more than to resume my peaceful chaos and carefully plotting my fiance's imminent demise but now I really can't see myself leaving your lovely home."

"Mademoiselle, if you ever need help hiding the body," Pip added with a conspiratorial grin in an attempt to lighten the mood. Sanders chuckled and smiled back then turned to Integra once more and gave a polite bow.

"Thank you Sir integra," she said before straightening. Integra stepped out from behind her desk and offered Sanders her hand.

"Ms. Sanders it has been a pleasure. Perhaps we shall meet again."

"It's a promise" she answered shaking her hand, before politely exiting the office alone. It all felt rather mournful, gods it's like she was terminal or something, maybe she could convince her new dragon friend to eat Rowan. Her charm warmed at the thought but alas where would that leave her? Still fucked but with a whole new set of problems. No it was pretty evident that save for natural disaster or convenient divinity she'd have to marry the looser and find a creative way of offing him before he got too handsy. But it sadly wasn't the nature of a cryptic war god to wedding crash. Sanders whispered a less than hopeful "please" but was met with silence. "Yeah," she said to the empty hall. "Didn't think so."

She entered her chambers and stripped on her way to the shower. Hot water on her aching body felt marvelous, it was practically criminal to leave the steam behind. Wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe she emerged to find a vampire sitting nervously on her bed.

"Sweet Seras, what are you doing here?" The young vampire offered up a nervous smile in response.

"I did wait" she said bashfully. "I just figured you'd not want to be alone." Sanders smiled and took a seat next to her friend resting her head on Seras' shoulder.

"Thanks darling, your company is always welcome". They remained that way relaxing in comfortable silence, soon stretching out across the bed to take advantage of the mountain of pillows. Much to soon their reprieve was interrupted by a knock at the door. Sanders groaned and padded over while Seras peaked out of their cozy nest.

A parade of people pushed their way into the room carrying silver cases, boxes and garment bags. "You're kidding me" Sanders said folding her arms. "I mean what is it like 2:00 a.m.?"

"I'm sorry Lady Dracavitch" answered a woman with a tight greying bun. "We're under strict orders from your mother to complete a fitting and trial hair and makeup before you retire for the evening."

"This is insane" she snapped.

"There isn't much choice I'm afraid. Not with the wedding taking place this coming night." Sanders kept her mouth shut, there would be no point arguing. Only her mother would have the gall to follow up city wide destruction and a mass casualty incident with a wedding. Only her mother would continuously choose politics and convenient alliances over the free will of her children. Frankly it was beginning to seem that only her mother would do a lot of shit things. Mercifully Seras was permitted to stay and save the bride to be from her dark thoughts while she was crammed into a dress she vaguely remembered being shown months ago. She still hated it, even if it was a thing of classic beauty. All lace and white satin and covered with silvery hand beading. The monstrosity weighed a ton especially on her hips due to the billowing skirt that gave Sanders the illusion of a cake topper. The team of her mother's minions pulled and fussed over the waist line of the dress then pulled and fussed over the unruliness of her hair, before moving on to an argument about shades of lipstick. It seemed the consensus was that red made her appear whore-ish and pink was too doll like. Frankly for Sanders it was all too much and far too annoying.

"Enough!" She interrupted, perhaps a bit too forcefully for the room had taken on an unnatural increase in heat. "You may continue this riveting debate elsewhere." One of the beauticians opened her mouth to argue but was quickly shushed by Sanders. "I've played dress up long enough this morning and will be leaving the garment outside my chambers."

"Would you like assistance out of the dress?" Sanders narrowed her eyes at the speaker.

"I believe I am more than capable of disrobing myself, thank you very much." The minions stood around awkwardly not sure how to proceed. "What are you still doing her? Shoo!" That was enough to send them scrabbling to collect their things and scurrying out the door.

Once alone save for her vampire companion Sanders took a long look at her miserable self in a full length mirror. "You do look beautiful" Seras said shyly, coming closer to stand beside her.

"I look a fool."

"A beautiful fool at least." Sanders gave her friend a look that seemed to say, "really?

Is that the best you could come up with?" This was followed by an embarrassed smile and a shrug.

"Is there really nothing to be done" Seras asked, and was Sanders' turn to shrug.

"Divine intervention?" She quipped sounding disheartened and tired but still managing to smile.

With nothing else to say they returned to resting in easy silence until Sanders fell asleep.

Bonus note: Not sure of the direction of the upcoming chapter. Tried to spice things up then it got really out of hand and now I'm not sure what my intentions were so… Definitely gonna be big delay if I ditch the 2 pages of amateur NSFW content I managed to spawn (but really is that really any different from the massive delays I already have?) Anyway there will be ample warning if shit gets R rated in the next part. Until then stay awesome everyone!