Seras Victoria is practising with her Harkkonnen when she meets a large dog with eight red eyes. This dog seems to care about her an awful lot…AxS, R&R!

Authoress: Neeyah! I got good reviews for my little one-shot, I am /so/ happy! does a dance "Hellsing" is owned by Kohta Hirano (you rock!), not me! I wish it were, but it's not, so no suing fest for you! ahem Review, please. 3

I'm sorry this chapter is so short…

Seras Victoria took careful aim, and fired. The large cannon, dubbed the Harkkonnen, blew a shell the size of the young woman's palm into the paper shaped like a man. The paper was about half a kilometre away, and Seras felt the kick of the gun slide her back a few feet. The shell blew a hole the size of a beach ball where the head used to be in the paper. She got up from her stomach, as the gun was much too large to simply hold and fire. It had to be positioned and clamped onto the ground so she wouldn't waste her time trying to get a good hold on it rather than killing her enemies.

She stood, smiling and looking at her huge gun with pride. Her crimson eyes were weary, as she had just gotten back on a mission. She wore a short blue skirt and top that matched, though the top had the word "Hellsing" written on many parts of it. Her skin was extremely pale, and her two upper canines were too long and sharp to be human.

Seras sighed, running a hand through her short hair. She glared at her blonde locks, frowning. The FREAK they had silenced that night had been blonde--but she was one of those who put the "blonde" part to shame. She had sun-coloured, waist-long hair, bright blue eyes, innocent look, too much make-up, too little clothing. She hated girls like that, who put their bodies on display and felt that to gain attention they needed to have bigger breasts than everyone else. Seras glared down at her body for a moment, her thoughts changing to her own body. She had an hourglass figure, though sometimes she hated it. She could see the men during the missions, looking to her body for inspiration for what they were doing. -Yeah, like thoughts of getting in my pants help one kill ghouls or FREAKS…- she sighed internally, shaking her head. She'd never understand the male race in all her long immortal years ahead of her.

Seras' stomach growled its protest at its empty contents, but she swiftly ignored it. She would put off drinking blood as long as she could. Seras then looked towards the moon, for the night was beautiful and clear. The full moon stared down at her as she stared up at it, the stars twinkling merrily. When she was human, she had loved the night, with its many gleaming stars ready to receive a wish. -Who would have thought I'd become one of the night? - She almost laughed, but bit it down. Shaking her head, she bent to put her Harkkonnon away, but a soft sound found her ears.

She looked up, and gasped. A large dog was sitting not four feet from her, to her slight left. This dog was huge; he must have come up to her waist at least. His fur was as black as the sky above them, but what caught her attention first was not the colour of his fur or his size. Eight eyes of a brighter crimson than her own watched her, their pupils fixated on the blonde. She swallowed, wondering if this dog meant harm; but her fears were soon unfounded as the large, bushy tail behind it started to wag and beat against the ground. The dog got up on all four legs, and trotted to her. She sighed in relief, and smiled as he sniffed her leg. "Oh, dog, you gave me freight there…" her eyebrow rose, wondering why it had s many eyes. Could it be a birth defect? She had heard of animals being born with two heads, but never eight eyes. She shrugged it off as the dog started to pant, looking up at her almost expectantly. She scratched him behind his ears as he yipped in almost joy, then she picked up her cannon. Strapping it to her back, she patted the dog on the head as a farewell, and then left the shooting range.

Walking through the halls of the Hellsing manor, she jogged down to the basement and then into her room. She shut the door and looked up, then blinked hard.

There was a tall man sitting in her chair, seemingly waiting for her. She stuttered, "M-master!" then, composing herself, she breathed, "er…can I help you?"

"You still have yet to drink, Police Girl." he hissed, his fangs, longer than hers, were very obvious. He wore a long red trench coat, matched with a large red hat and tinted, goggle-like sunglasses. His hair was as black as the large dog's fur, and she subconsciously connected the two together for a moment, before realising what he'd said.

"Er…yes, I-I know…" she found herself wordless in his presence.

"I know you do, and I also know why you don't want to. But you must. You'll start to get weak soon if you don't, and then Sir Integra will have no choice but to have you destroyed. You know this as well as I, Police Girl." he was scolding her as if he would scold a small child, and fury burned embers in her heart.

"Destroyed, like I'm some machine." she muttered, more to herself than anything, but he still heard her.

"You /are/ a machine, Police girl, a Hellsing machine. If you don't like it, leave, and let the hunters get you." he smirked, causing her to flush. "Now, drink." he threw a medical blood bag at her, and she caught it instinctively. Looking at it, she flushed a little as her stomach growled for the liquid she could feel through the plastic. The bag had a little label, which read, "O, donated by…" some random person Seras did not know. She looked up at Alucard, her master, and not for the first time, noticed how enticing and beautiful his eyes were. She looked down at the blood bag again, and lost control of herself. Her vampire side ripped the bag open with her teeth, and drained the bag in less than a second. She was panting and licking her lips in pure bliss as the now-empty bag fell from her hand to the floor.

Her eyes widened as she just realised what she had done. She looked at Alucard, who seemed to be watching her intently through his sunglasses. His fangs had grown longer, slightly protruding over his bottom lip as he watched her with a satisfied smirk. He stood as she just stared at him, and as he walked by her he purred, "That's a good Police girl. You should stop breathing, it's a bad habit for vampires." he patted her on the shoulder, and then walked through the nearest wall.

She absorbed his words, trembling slightly. She stood there for a while, thinking about the blood. It was so inhuman, yet…-It feels so good…I feel so satisfied…it tasted so good…! -

-As interesting as your thoughts on blood are and just how satisfied you are, the sun is rising. Sleep, Police girl.-

"Y-Yes, master!" she breathed, shaking her head. She placed her Harkkonnen on the floor, deciding she'd clean it the next night. She yawned, an old habit that was dying hard. She stumbled out of her clothes, and she realised just how tired she was. It started to tug at her not long undead muscles, making it hard for her to put her sleeping clothes on. She wore naught but a simple sports bra and knickers, as usual. She collapsed into the large wooden coffin, and then two firsts happened that moment. Since joining Hellsing, she fell asleep instantly, her hunger satisfied for the moment. She also fell asleep smiling, as she thought of the large dog that had visited her, and how much he strangely reminded her of Alucard.

She awoke the next night with the knowledge that the sun had finally set. She fumbled for the remote to open her coffin lid, and then managed to press the button without incident. She dressed and prepared herself for a meeting with Sir Integra, for she was restless and wanted to blow something's head off. Seras practically flew out of her room, she was running so fast. She laughed as she ran, her new senses allowing her to miss hitting everything in her path as she galloped like a young horse that just wished to run for the sake of joy. She giggled as she nearly hit the Captain Bernadette, who jumped out of her way as the blonde streaked by him. She came to a halt in front of Integra's door, smoothed out her clothes, and knocked on it politely.

"Come in," Seras opened the door, and stepped inside.

A woman sat behind a large desk as she entered, one of the most beautiful woman Seras had ever encountered. She had long, ash-blonde hair, large glasses covering blue eyes and a very nice tan. -All she ever wears is business suits…- Seras sighed mentally, and smiled at her boss. "Sir Integra, is there anything happening at all? Any FREAKS? Anything?" She said this with a large grin on her face, and Integra raised a single, curved eyebrow.

"No." Was the simple reply. Integra looked back at her papers as Seras' face fell.

"Oh, okay…I'll guess I'll go to the shooting range then." The master of Alucard didn't even reply as the fledging vampire left. As she wandered the halls, she thought about perhaps running fifteen laps of the Hellsing manor, or maybe twenty. She was so restless, she just wanted to jump around like a mad person and scream. Or shoot a paper man's head off. Or shot a ghoul's head off, which would be fun, too. She smirked slightly as she thought, then realised the inhuman things that were passing through her mind. She shook her head to shake the thoughts free, and shoved the door open, not noticing she hit Captain Pip as the door swung. She almost stomped to the training grounds, and was standing at her usual target when she realised she didn't have her Harkkonnen. She groaned as was about to go get it, when…

-Is that master's Jackal? - She touched the large black gun, her eyes widened in awe. She had never known him to leave guns around, but the curly description "Jesus Christ is in Heaven now" made her conscious clear that it was his precious weapon. She looked around, and then picked it up. -I'll use one bullet,- she decided, her curiosity beating down her thoughts on how heavy the gun was, how big it was and if Alucard would be angry or not. She aimed for the head, biting her tongue, and fired.

The kick of the gun sent her flying back, slamming her into a nearby tree. The tree cracked from the force against its trunk, and gave in. It fell backwards as she slid down what remained upright of the trunk. Her eyes were wide, the smoking black gun still resting in her small palm. Blood dripped from her bitten tongue as she stared at the target, clearly shocked. All that remained of the paper-man was a bit at the top, still clinging to the hooks. Seras laughed, and hear a soft yipping sound.

Looking to her right, she gasped and found eight familiar red eyes staring at her, seemingly amused. She smirked, watching as the large dog trotted closer, and she whispered, "Hello again, dog."

Authoress: Oh, oh, a wee little cliff-hanger…because I love them so…just not when the story I'm reading has been cut off. Okee, tell me this--IS THIS OOC? I have an inner feeling that it may be…shudders my worst nightmare…tell me and I'll fix it. Review, review! Flame me and I'll just write more. does another dance--this authoress is fond of her dances.