Disclaimer: I can only wish and dream that I owned Hellsing. Believe me, it's definitely in my dreams:)

A/N: This is a little one shot that I'm dedicating to my friends: Aphy, Demmie and Ludifer.

Rain

The pouring rain came down in glistening, hardened ,sheets as a figure sat in an upstairs window staring forlornly outside. Sighing, the spiky, blond headed female lay her head down on her knees. She had been sitting with her back against the back of the window sill, knees pulled up to her chest while staring out the window.

The sky above seemed to share in her sadness and pain. It was all because of her master, whom she wanted to call everything in the book but a vampire! Earlier in the evening they'd fought and it had been rather loud and rowdy, bringing the entire household's attention to their vehement disagreement.

For once they hadn't argued about blood. She'd actually begun partaking of it willingly, no hesitation on her part. So just what had their cross words involved? Her feelings. Emotions. And the fact that she cared for her master more than in the master-servant capacity.

Alucard had just laughed in her face as she blushed at the revelation. He'd deeply hurt her feelings by his callousness and dismissal of her love. He'd replied by saying that she was too young in life and in the night to know love or what she wanted!

Angered, Seras insulted him as he'd insulted her. She'd told him he was a sorry excuse for a master, a cold hearted bastard and others that she couldn't remember. She hoped Integra gave him hell for each moment of emotional pain she'd suffered. God knows, she knew the heiress heard every word they'd shouted from down in the basement. Talk about a couple of sets of lungs!

Seras wasn't used to all the verbal abuse that Alucard handed down constantly. Even when formerly on the D-11 squad they'd never treated her with such disrespect and chauvinism. In fact, they'd treated her with kid gloves so to speak. All the guys took it easy on her earning her the name "kitten", which she hated with a passion! Unfortunately for her, Alucard discovered her dislike for the moniker and used it as often as he did "police girl".

As she watched the rain continue to slide down the panes of transparent glass, a shadow slid across her line of sight. Intrigued, she pushed away all thoughts of self pity; a thought occurred to her and she smirked.

Disappearing from her viewing perch, Seras reappeared in her room. Grabbing her guns, Payback and Bitch, she vanished again, her girlish giggles echoing in the stone room.

All was quiet on the firing range outside of the soft splatter of rain hitting the ground below. Pulling out her guns Seras proceeded to tear the hell out of multiple targets gaining satisfaction for her master's attitude. The more she remembered his negativity, the madder she became. She'd already lost count of how many targets she'd easily shredded in her anger.

"Sorry bastard!" Pulling back on the trigger gently, she squeezed off a round from each gun, striking the target precisely in the middle; obliterating the center mark. "I'll show him! I'm not too young to know my own mind!" Boom! Another round escaped the metal barrels. Smoke slowly wisped upwards, immediately being evaporated by the falling drops of water.

Narrowing crimson eyes in righteous, female fury, her petite body shook from the fury fighting it's way through her system. Taking many calming deep breaths, Seras forced herself to center her mind on the targets in front of her. Firing until she ran out of ammo, the draculina put her guns away, lifting her face to the sky and letting the rain wash away remnants of her bloody tears.

Glancing around the target range, she spotted some outdoor training gear that just called her name. Appearing by the punching bag, she furiously pounded, kicked and punched the huge bag, which was twice her size...easily. Working through her fiery emotions, she became so incensed that she jumped into a round house kick and, whack!, the punching bag went flying off it's metal hinges spreading stuffing everywhere.

"Damn." Shaking her head at her ignorance of her strength, Seras decided to run through a few martial arts sequences that a few of the guys taught her. The ones that dared to get close to her, that is.

The mercenaries didn't care who or what she was, only that she was on their side. None of them treated her as a monster either, which earned them big points in her book. One thing that made her smile is that Alucard wasn't fond of any of them. It pissed him off any time they stepped within twenty feet of her. He never explained his reasons for his dislike and all she could do was guess. Maybe it was because the two of them were vampires and they were mortals. But what about Integra and Walter? They were mortal. Who knew the inner workings of her master's mind? Who really wanted to?

A slight sound and movement in the grass caught her attention and her head snapped in the direction to her left. Seeing nothing the young vampire slowly moved in that direction. She wondered if her master was playing a game with her. She'd never in all her life met someone who loved to play so many games with people. His fun and games never ended. Never!

Stealthily, she drew her pistols; carefully aiming them out in front, and making a wide circle, turning a full three hundred and sixty degrees in her inspection. Nothing. So far, so good and not a creature in sight.

Continuing her trek, taking her time, she crept behind the soldier's barracks where she swore she'd seen that same shadow slip into the darkness. Stepping cautiously around the corner, she studiously observed every nuance. Looking for anything out of place, she felt something wrong, but couldn't find it. Her senses were screaming out at her, begging her to see what they felt...but nothing.

A sense of dread overwhelmed her. Every second her body grew heavier with a terrible feeling she couldn't explain. Reaching out with her inner self, which Alucard had instructed her to use in times like this, she found it all too late.

"Oh, shit!"

Something reached out for her grabbing her waist. Seras retaliated by kicking, spinning, anything that would take her out of it's grasp. It's hold refused to loosen! By the hold it had on her, she could feel it's evil intent. She knew it wasn't about to let go.

The voice teased her. "Why not call for your master, Alucard? He'll save you."

At the mention of her master, Seras bristled. She needed no one's help, especially his! "The hell I will! I don't need him. I can do this on my own! Or have you forgotten who you're dealing with?"

"Spoken like a true child of the first No Life King!" The shadow cackled as it praised her fire, her beauty. "No wonder he took you...you", it ran a long finger down her pale, smooth cheekbone, "are quite a delectable beauty! And so full of fire! I feel you're fury! So perfect, you are. I shall enjoy this!"

Confused, she questioned, "Enjoy what?"

"This.", came the cold reply.

Abruptly, her body was pulled hard into another ice cold form. A hand was placed on her head, roughly pushing it to the side. "I shall enjoy giving you...the mark! Taisho." Swiftly, he struck her neck, planting his long fangs into her soft skin and began to suck out her life's essence.

Seras whimpered as her life was draining, being taken from her. Forcibly. She regretted her earlier words regarding her master. Wishing she could take them back, she fought back as tears sprang to her eyes. Knowing her life was on the line, she had no choice but to call out to him. Whether she wanted to admit it or not...she needed him.

Gathering, her remaining strength, she called out along their mental link, "Master...Alucard, I'm...being...attacked...need...you..., need your...help! Please...hurry...fading...fast. Alucard!"

The moment she'd thrown her plea to Alucard, her attacker withdrew his teeth, released her and vanished. Seras felt her body crumple, the ground looming fast. No matter how she commanded her weakened body it refused to obey her, and she collapsed hitting the ground hard.

The dying draculina lay still, her eyes searching the weeping skies for signs of the approach of her master. There was nothing yet. She couldn't move. Her rain soaked clothes adding extra weight to her lead like body, her muscle burned, her head on fire. Then the place where she was bitten started burning and spasming, the pain throwing her almost completely over the edge.

The rain continued to fall down, bathing Seras in it's tears, washing away the blood, but not the pain. Bloody tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, trekking down her cheeks landing in the rain and blood mixed puddle underneath her. Her life ebbing away while she waited for him to come, but she didn't think this time he'd come and save her. All the times previous that he had, this one time, she believed he'd ignore her and leave her to die which is no more than what she deserved, in both of their opinions.

Hypnotic, the rain's unending splatters kept her attention captive and away from her impending death. Her vision grew darker, the world around became much dimmer and she held out her arms certain of her final death. Vision stilling, Seras' body went entirely numb as she succumbed to the blackness that surrounded her.

All the while the rain fell and a shadow approached.

A/N: This was just a little something that hit me this morning. Just read/review and let me know if you like it or not...anyway, I hope you found it at least a little entertaining. :) Btw, "Taisho", is a little name I made up for this story and will be further explained in a later chap. :)