AN: Well I've been meaning to write an Alucard/Seras fic for awhile. So this will be my attempt at one. Thanks everyone who has written for this pairing before me! It really gives me inspiration. I may also be doing a follow up piece including some other characters and pairings if I get positive feedback...

Note: This chapter has been redone! I wanted to expand on some ideas in later chapters, so I had to scrap some things to keep the flow.

Disclaimer: I own Hellsing. That's right, all 13 episodes. I don't however own the rights.

Rating: R for angst and extreme smoochies. Don't like, please don't read.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Seras woke up, once again to the sight of the dark lid of her coffin bed. The days seemed to be getting longer, sleep her only real refuge from the drudgery of her everyday life. Her everyday life usually consisting of killing freaks and being lectured by her Master. Other than those occasional lectures, she really didn't see him much. It seemed like he really couldn't care less about her. Unless she was underfoot, or refusing to eat.

But sometimes she would think she felt something from him... Something that showed through the hard mask he had perfected over the centuries. She sighed as the lid of the coffin lifted, and she crawled wearily out of bed. Her memories keeping her company for now.

She still remembered the first time she saw him... That terrible night that her life had changed forever. The sky was red as blood from the setting sun, outlining the full moon. That should have been the first clue that it was to be no ordinary night. Her police unit had been called in to investigate a disturbance in the surrounding area. Not any normal disturbance, those kind didn't require a fully armed SWAT team; the kind where people were turning up dead. Lots of people.

Seras had watched in horror, as every member of her unit died before her. They had been the closest thing to family she had at that point. Even if they usually underestimated her, she still cared for every one of them. But she was the only one left... She'd took refuge in that cursed church... Nearly getting killed by that disgusting "priest". But then, he had appeared.

Alucard, her master. Truly she feared him more than the freak that held her at the time. Garbed in blood red attire and grinning maniacally. He seemed far from sane. But he had saved her. No matter what anyone said, he didn't hate humans. If he did, he would have just killed her with that vampire. To this day she wondered why he didn't. Did he see something in her? Or was he really just using her to make his Master jealous? She desperately hoped not.

When he held her blood streaked body in his arms, she had never felt so safe. This fearsome monster who killed dozens of ghouls with a single shot had cradled her like a child. At the time, she wished he would never let her go.

But to this day, he had hardly ever touched her again. Seras ran her tongue over her fangs as she looked at the blood pack sitting on the table. She wondered if anyone ever would. She was not stupid. She saw the looks of fear and disgust she received from the troops. She was one of the creatures of the night that they were trained to kill. How could she expect any less?

As she contemplated sinking her teeth into the blood bag, she wondered if perhaps she didn't regret becoming what she was. But then, she would have never met her Master. Even if he did sometimes ignore her, she would still stay by his side no matter what, even if she wasn't entirely sure why.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Weeks had passed, with Seras slowly slipping into a state of greater malaise. Alucard pursed his lips as he watched her training. Integra had instructed Seras to keep her distance from the new recruits. Pity, as it was, he quite enjoyed watching their faces after they moved past her chest and noticed her eyes. Foolish humans, they were right to be afraid.

But he had to wonder if she didn't suffer from the lack on interaction. He certainly knew first hand that lack of companionship could drive one mad. He grinned as he watched his dark fledgling blast away at the targets in front of her. It would take awhile for her lingering humanity to fade away. But she had plenty of time.

Times like now, he wondered why he cared so much. Of course she was a pleasant distraction, even if she sometimes became bothersome with her foolish notions. He didn't particularly like to scold her so, but she had to learn if she was ever to become a true Nosferatu. One day, she would be truly fearsome, once she learned to control her powers. He had seen it in her that fateful night. When he glimpsed inside her mind, he had seen... something. He was still trying to comprehend what it was that had drawn him to her. He knew he could have found another way to save her. But something in that brief glimpse had told him he had to make her his own.

Even Sir Integra had scoffed when she realized what he had done, asking him if it was his hobby to bring home female companions. Maybe that was what he really wanted, a companion. It had been so very long since he had even talked to one of his own, aside from as a prelude to their destruction. Perhaps what he really wanted... No, he was being foolish. She was just his servant, to be played with as he saw fit. He grinned as he slid back into the darkness, maybe he would make time to play with her soon.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Seras ran her fingers through her wet hair, before sliding deeper into the bathtub. She always enjoyed a nice long soak after training. Exactly like she always had after training for the police force. But then she had needed to, to soothe the aches and pains that a good workout caused in a normal human body. Of course she no longer had one of those. But it was one of the little habits that she clung to.

The crimson-eyed vampire submersed herself in the steaming water, reminding herself that she no longer needed to breathe, and stayed there. She opened her eyes, looking through the still rippling surface of the water. Her thoughts again taking a most lamentable path: To her Master.

She was thinking about the first time she had been sent on a real mission. One that actually require she put herself in the front lines. That was the day she had gotten her first taste of immortality.

Her slender fingers ran over the nearly undetectable scar on her throat, where she had been pierced with that blessed blade. She closed her eyes, releasing the last of the air she held in some parody of a sigh. As the bubbles broke the surface she remembered the sharp sting of silver. God it had hurt, but it had hardly harmed her. It was then she had really begun to understand the implications of what she had become.

That fanatical priest had been intent on killing her. At the time it seemed entirely unjust. She was not a monster! She had never bitten anyone, or at that point even tasted a drop of blood. Even as a human she had never had to take a human life. She was never quite what one would call religious, but she fancied herself a good person. But, what was she now?

Seras sat back up, resting her back on the chilly porcelain. The water had temporarily warmed her cool undead body, outwardly emphasizing the change that she had undergone. No pulse beat in her heart, though blood still ran through her veins. She placed her fingers over her chest, feeling nothing but her skin against her fingers. Despite being undead, she still felt like a human. She still had the emotions of one.

Frankly she was just confused as a vampire as she had been as a young human girl. No family to speak of, few friends. She just wanted to fit in, to be accepted and loved. Now it was certain that was the last thing that would ever happen. She would never fit in, and who would love her?

Even her Master... Had he wanted to be rid of her? That same day he had offered her his blood. It had been so tempting. Weak and wounded as she was, it was like she had never seen anything so lovely as that open wound. But no, she hadn't taken the blood. She was not ready to be on her own yet, a true denizen of the night. Her Master was the only one who could understand her now. Clearly she couldn't be expected to be parted from him so soon.

Undoubtedly, Integra and Walter did not hate her; one could perhaps go as far to say they might be fond of her. But she would never be human again, and they would never understand what it was to be a being of darkness.

That day when he had reached out so tenderly to help her up, a sly grin on his face, she had again felt safe with him. But then that priest had attacked once more. She had seen her Master pierced with countless swords, and she had never felt so afraid. Knowing how even one of those blades felt, she could hardly imagine the terrible pain he must have been in. She sniffled slightly as she got out of the bath and toweled off. She was so weak; her Master kept getting hurt to save her. Wrapping a towel around herself, she wondered if that was an indication that he cared for her. She sighed pondering once again if she even knew how she felt. She just knew she never wanted to be parted from him.

"My Master..."

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Alucard slipped through the thick stone walls of the Hellsing manor. He didn't have any particular agenda in mind, he just enjoyed bothering people. After peeking in on his Master for awhile, and finding her only doing paper work, he began to look for someone else to bother. His Master got rather cranky when he interrupted her desk work.

Ah there was Walter, Hellsing's retainer and arms master. Hard at work doing what ever the hell it was he did, which hopefully included making shiny new toys of destruction. He watched him for awhile, and spying nothing of interest he continued on. Walter was one of the few humans he genuinely liked. Not that he would ever tell him that. He quite respected the man. He was as powerful as any creature the vampire had ever met, having taken out enough undead in his day to rival even him. Walter was not called the angel of death for just any reason.

After startling a few troops slipping through the walls, he spied the police girl. She was freshly bathed and attired, walking back to her room. There was certain heaviness around her as she walked through the corridors, as if she were deep in thought. The juvenile vampire had been like that more and more lately. He briefly considered taking a glance inside her mind to figure out what was weighing on her so, but decided against it. Peeking into someone's mind was quite different from peeking in their bedroom.

But still, he hated to see her like this. He wondered if the drudgery of simply working for the Hellsing organization was wearing on her. Alucard being as old as he was was good at making his own fun in any situation. But Seras hardly ever left the manor, aside from the occasional mission. In fact, she barely left her room these days. It was if she was purposely isolating herself.

Hmm, he missed the bright vibrant police girl he had seen that first night. She was not fit for this type of life. Maybe that's why he had tried to release her from his servitude. It had been her choice to become a vampire, but was it her choice to serve both him and Hellsing? Even if he couldn't be a free walker of the night, perhaps he could let her be.

That day, when he had seen her pierced with that cursed blade, for the first time in a long time he had felt sickened. Despite being a vampire, the police girl was very innocent. He hated seeing her hurt, and those blades really DID sting. But as an elder vampire, he had long ago learned to transcend pain. Perhaps one day she would too.

He had so very much to teach her, he thought with a smile. But then, why had he tried to free her so quickly? God knows she wasn't ready to hunt on her own yet. No, there was much work to do where she was concerned. And someday, she would be a great Nosferatu. But first, he would teach her to revel in the violence and death that came with her undeath.

What had she said... "But then you wouldn't be my Master!" With those imploring eyes, how could he refuse her? Was she really so afraid? Or did she just not want to be alone? He pondered over these things as he glided through the walls, watching her. Or perhaps, she had actually grown fond of him. He silently sniggered at that, anything was possible. It wasn't like he completely missed those looks of adoration on her face, though paying too much attention to them could get him into trouble.

Ah but he had forever to unwrap the mystery that was Seras. Starting...sometime soon. He felt the familiar tug of the bond to his Master. She had something for him to do. He gleefully went to answer. Nothing was better to get your mind off things like a senseless game of search and destroy.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Again days would go by. Seras hardly noted the passing of time much anymore. More missions and bloodshed followed. Walter had made her a wonderful new weapon. The massive halconnen, a monstrosity so heavy and potent she would never have dreamed of using such a thing in her human days.

Now it seemed as if her human life was fading into the back of her mind, and each passing day seemed to change her more and more. It wasn't that she was less human, just more of something else. She felt odd, and she had started having disturbing dreams. Well, some weren't so distressing, but they could certainly get her in trouble if her Master were to ever know.

Seras reddened, thinking about her Master. Certainly she realized she was developing some unsettling emotions towards the man. But still she wasn't quite sure what it was she was feeling.

She had tried to take her mind off things, attempting to befriend some of the people at the Hellsing manor. Most of the troops she steered clear of; they were still rather standoffish with her. But she was starting to grudgingly earn their respect.

But was she really more than a monster? That day when she had watched her Master drink that woman's blood; she wanted nothing more than to join him. Her fangs had ached with the need to taste her warm essence. Her nails had dug so deeply into her palms, and they had nearly bled as she bit her hand.

Even more disturbing, was the urge she had felt to lick the stray trail of blood on her Master's face. She covered her burning cheeks; what kind of foolish things would he call her if he knew?

Seras stilled vividly remembered the terror she had felt then first time she had seen him. She wasn't really aware when the line between fear and attraction had started to blur. At first, it had been almost like a case of hero worship. Seras snorted at this thought. Her Master was not exactly the kind of gallant hero one would find in dollar store romance novels...but he seemed to be a steadying force in her otherwise chaotic life. Even if he did sometimes seem to create that chaos.

Attraction however... Well, she supposed one couldn't deny he was a rather good-looking man... Vampire, whatever. He was so tall; he seemed to tower over her, and that midnight black hair. Seras shivered as she tried to push such thoughts from her mind. But she had always had a thing for tall dark and deadly. Well, maybe not deadly...but you get the point. She quivered as she thought of the contrasting feelings he kept causing in her.

The first time that he had ever really gotten mad at her was after several days of refusing blood. He had cornered her in her room and scolded her...

"Police Girl, why do you persist in ignoring your hunger? You will never become strong if you continue like this," he had asked her in that deadly calm voice of his. Seras was having enough trouble fighting with these strange urges within her; she really didn't need him adding to it. But then she had forgotten her place and lashed out at him.

"It is my business if I want to drink that-that vile stuff. I just can't do it!" she had shrieked at him.

Again deadly calm, he had leveled her with a stare that would send most humans into conniptions.

"It is my business. I am your Master, and you will do as you are told. Now drink," the fearsome Nosferatu had said in a more authoritative voice. He was closer now, holding the blood bag out to her. Even in her state, she couldn't help but back up as he advanced. His presence was overwhelming at times like this.

As he closed in on her like a predatory cat, her conviction wavered for a moment... She reached out for the tantalizing object that he was tempting her with. It would be so easy just to give in. But suddenly, the faces of her dead comrades flashed before her eyes, and she was disgusted with herself.

"No!" she screamed in a fit of blind rage. She lashed out, smacking the blood pack out of his hand, her sharp nails catching on the plastic and tearing it to shreds. A fine splatter of blood covered her hand...and her Master's face.

His answering growl was enough to shake her to her core. What had she been thinking? She backed up a step, coming in contact with the unforgiving stone wall. It was times like this she had some of his abilities.

"Police Girl, you will learn your place." He was right next to her; she could feel slight heat emanating from his body. The look in his eyes was dark...but not angry. He looked almost amused as her slowly wiped the blood of his face and glasses. It had been a long time since someone had acted this way towards him. No one would dare.

His fingers now traced over her face, gathering up the splatters of red fluid off of her pale skin. Seras' eyes went wide as he leaned closer to her; her nerve endings were going wild where he touched her.

"Drink," he said simply. It took her a moment for her eyes to focus on the blood-covered finger he held in front of her lips. It was so tempting. She swayed forward a little as she was mesmerized by his close proximity.

What was he doing to her...? His eyes burned into her, almost like he was hypnotizing her. That must be it she thought desperately.

"No," she said rather weakly this time, every ounce of her will going into resisting him.

Alucard smirked knowingly at her. "Very well, Police Girl. You will give in eventually."

Seras closed her eyes, stilling her whirling mind as his deep voice washed over her. When she finally opened them he was gone. Nothing but a big bloody splat on the wall in his place. 'Better get a bucket and mop,' was unexpectedly her first thought.

The red-eyed vampire blushed at the memory. It wasn't her fault he had affected her like that! He shouldn't have gotten her so worked up; her nerves were frayed and she was so open to his suggestions. Yes, that was all it was. Seras squirmed a bit uncomfortably, not being able to squelch the thought again that he was rather good-looking. What was she getting into?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Alucard sat back, his feet propped on the table polishing his beloved guns. This new Jackal was a wonderful compliment to his trusty Casul. He quite enjoyed playing with it. Ah, and what fun he had had watching the police girl use her new weapon. It was bigger than her, yet still she handled it with such ease.

He sighed; for once Hellsing had not been what one would call boring. In fact, as much as he loved exterminating FREAKS, he had to wonder if the situation was getting out of hand. Hellsing had lost many soldiers in the last weeks. It was simply...wasteful.

The ancient vampire wondered what the police girl had thought of all of that. He had sensed her inner tumult and misery as if it hung around her like a cloud. She really would have to learn to better control her emotions one day. Ah, and she was so sensitive to the death of humans.

The times had begun to change around him, just as they always did. When you lived to be as old as he was, you noticed such things as they inevitably occurred around you. Yes, these manmade FREAKS were certainly distressing. Not to mention repulsive, he thought with a sneer. There was hardly anyone left these days worthy of being called vampire.

Sliding a fresh magazine into his gun, he carefully set it aside, and started cleaning the other one. Yes, he had a feeling all of this would be coming to a head very soon. He was ready and anxious to have this done with.

He just hoped the police girl would be able to handle the growing darkness he sensed. She was still such a delicate thing, but just as he protected his Master, he would protect her. He sighed again as he stood up, holstering his guns. It was not healthy to think such things about one's dark children. Long ago, he had learned the worst thing to do as a vampire was to form attachments. He just didn't know if he could stop himself this time.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Buh buh buh to be continued. Finally got around to correcting a few time line errors. This edit should right the flow of the story