Author's Note – Alright you guys, here's the next chapter for this one. I know it's pretty late and I apologize. I hope you'll enjoy it enough that you'll forget how late it is. Disclaimer – I do now own Hellsing or anything else other than this fic.

When they finally stepped out of the busy airport, surprisingly with all luggage in hand, they had hoped to get some fresh air. But there wasn't any. The air smelled like fast-food grease, gasoline, tinges of alcohol, cigarettes and dust. The scenery was certainly new however. It was certain that they were far from England, no mistake about that. The city was just visible from the entry way to the airport, and as since the sun was just setting behind the mountains, the entire valley was lit with the golden-orange-ish glow. There was a thick curtain of smog around the heart of Vegas, the lights beginning to twinkle, and the mountains on the other side were jagged. A harsh background for a harsh city. Even the sky seemed different here than it did in London. It seemed as if the desert had to have a subtly different hue of blue for its sky.

"It's kind of pretty," Seras mumbled in slight awe. "A wild, hard kind of beauty I guess."No one responded and Integra flagged a cab.

"No limos?," Pip asked.

"No. We're going to need to save our money as much as possible. It's expensive enough to stay for only a few days. Two weeks is a different story," Walter explained as a black man pulled to the curb in his black and white cab. With limited room, Walter, Seras and Pip loaded their things and climbed in. Alucard and Integra flagged down another, and they loaded up into that one. Then they were off.

At first, it seemed a little outrageous to both Seras and Integra at how fast they were going – until they actually entered the highway. Pip almost winced at the speed the cab had to maintain in order to keep from getting run off the road, but the driver seemed completely at ease. Walter kept his eyes on the tallest building so as not to notice how quickly the palm trees were flying by.

"So," the driver asked his three passengers. "Where yo'all from?"

"London," Walter replied with a smile, glancing at him for a moment.

"First time here?"

"Yes," they all replied in unison.

"Business or pleasure?"

"Pleasure," Pip grinned.

"Well I wish ya luck. Vacations in Vegas don't always turn out good for folks."

"Just don't jinx us," Seras smiled, only half-joking, gripping the doorframe tightly as they went around a tight corner.

The two cabs maneuvered smoothly in traffic, only having to slightly slam on the brakes when someone cut them off. After a bit more of the twisting freeway, they turned onto the Strip. In each of their cabs, they all peered out the windows at the sparkling lights, the hundreds of people strolling down the sidewalk, the flashy advertisements of restaurants and gentlemen clubs and the latest Cirque de Soleil performance grinning down at them from the huge monitors. They passed the Sahara, Circus Circus, Paris and then after a streetlight or two, they turned onto the road next to Caesar's Palace. The cabs waited on traffic for a moment or so, then pulled in front of the lobby.

"This it, Boss?," Pip asked as they climbed out of their rides.

"Yes," Integra answered, grabbing her luggage from her cab. "We're staying here. It's a bit pricey, but I decided it was worth the luxury."

They gathered their bags and single-filedly walked into the lobby. Integra confirmed their reservations for the suite, and after a few awkward stares from the clerk behind the desk, they obtained their keys and filled up the elevator. Reaching the top floor they all followed Integra, who opened the door, and drifted into the suite. It was gorgeous and welcoming, with a pretty good view of the Strip and sprawling Vegas.

"Sir Integra…" Seras asked, looking around the giant, immaculate room. "Why are there only three beds?"

"Because you and I will be sleeping in our coffins," Alucard replied wistfully with a smirk.

"Which reminds me – Where are they, Pip?"

"They should be here any minute, Boss."

As if that were the cue of the Frenchman's contacts, there came a loud knock on the door and Pip raced to answer it. Four bulking men came in hefting the two coffins as he gave them directions as to where to set them down, of course looking to the two vamps for suggestions.

"I warn you, Captain," Alucard said with dimly flaring eyes, his gaze scouring over the heavier great black box. "If there is a single tiny scratch on my coffin…" He trailed off threatening to look over at Pip as the two men carrying the huge coffin stopped to stare awkwardly at Alucard.

"No need to worry, Mr.Alucard," the mercenary sweat dropped. "I made sure to take special care of your death bed. Oy! Don't just stand there!," he snapped at the two men, suddenly angry. "Put that thing where he tells you to! And be quick about it!" The looked at the towering 

coffin-owner and scrambled to put it beside Integra's bed. She said nothing about it yet, but she would probably say something before she went to sleep.

When they finally had everything unpacked and the smuggled weapons stowed away in little hiding places throughout the suite, Walter sat them down around the coffee table in the middle of the room, with a medium sized map of downtown Vegas. "Alright, here are the main attractions, shopping and dining places," he said pointing out the Strip and the immediate surrounding area. "Take a look and decide where you want to go. Dinner first, then whatever else."

The group looked over the map, pointing out interesting locations. Integra settled on the Stratosphere, Pip – of course – wanted to check out the dance halls, Alucard wanted to scare other tourists, and Seras was willing to actually ride a roller coaster. Walter just wanted to look around a bit and see the sites. With some debating – during which Alucard snuck Pip's mp3 player into his own pocket – it was finally settled that they would go to the Stratosphere to ride one of its four roller coasters.

As Pip looked for his missing mp3 player in the lobby, Walter called two cabs again and they climbed in. The cab drivers this time were not so social and headed to the prominent structure at the other end of town. Alucard sat back and quietly listened to the songs listed under the artist Disturbed, suddenly gaining a taste for David Draiman's choice of lyrics as Integra stared out the window at the businesses they passed.

Author's Note – Yeah, I know; it's really short. But I decided that I would break up their first night into two parts. Mostly because I'm lazy . So I apologize that this is short and that I haven't updated sooner. Please be patient and PLEASE review.