Okay its official: I'm a masochist.

A masochist with writers block. I just love to torture myself. Why do I do this to myself? I've had writers block for days and this plot has been eating away at me for days and driving me insane in my sleep. This is, unfortunately, unavoidable. My writing has been crap ever since this story occurred to me and now I can't feel any motivation to write. None. Its like all the wind in sails has gone poof! Effectively this story has infected my brain and the only way to get rid of the writer's block to submit another story. *Cries quietly in a corner*

Seras: sigh. Everyone, ignore the writer. She's lost it.

Writer: lost it? Of course I haven't gone crazy. Its only voices inside my head telling me to clean my guns and sharp pencils. I am perfecty fi- GRRRRR! Must write… fourth story… writers block imminent!

*Seras breaks the forth wall* : we are all screwed.

*Alucard shows up and leers at Seras with a perverted grin* : is that an invitation pet?

Walter: This is not your average Lycan and vampire tale.

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She crinkled her eyes squinting at the paper before her tiredly. She wanted to throw something just for the satisfaction of watching it shatter. No. NO. NO. This was NOT happening. She grits her teeth. She was on the verge of screaming. It had been a perfect night of the regular exhaustion. Peaceful, exhausting and full of aggravating paper work, but calm nevertheless. Then all of it was shattered because she had read the report. She could feel a headache forming and desperately hoped for a fatal aneurism. Yes. Dying would sound so much easier than this.

Of course that wasn't an option. Since when did a Hellsing take the easy way out? But the signs of what the report implied were as clear as day, right in front of her face. A war of the humans with the monsters. Right. Here. In. London.

Last week? The usual freak outbreak. Leftovers from the war with millennium. About three deaths a weak. They were all nearly dead and gone. It had been ten years and no one had heard an hide or hair of them. London had been rebuilt and the streets shockingly filled once more with the same hustle as if nothing bad had ever happened. The only change was the bell tower erected near the cemetery in honor of all those that had died. When millennium had officially gone down for good it had become painfully obvious that the major had been intelligent about it. He had kept a contingent in reserve to release should he need it but for reasons Integra could not fathom he had not deployed them at all; and so a aggravatingly high number of about five hundred and twenty freaks had been released to escape into the countryside.

Naturally with no men left to deal with it and she locked up for high treason, nothing had been done. Nothing. No one would listen to her when she warned that there was more out there. No one took her seriously. They had thought she was crazy and a traitor causing trouble. Only Alucard and Seras would listen to her anymore at the time. Until she had been cleared of all charges she had remained in her cell, ignoring Alucard's constant offers. She wrinkled her nose in distaste at the memory. How many times had she said 'no' and he wasn't deterred in the slightest. She finally had to order him to hunt down all the last freaks he could find and dispose of them as a distraction. Seras would have helped as well.

If she hadn't gone missing.

That knowledge had been a bitter pill. She wouldn't admit it but she liked Seras. It was callous to say but Seras's missing status wouldn't have bothered her if the young vampire was in her final death. The fact of the matter was that Seras was in fact alive and freed from her master. Alucard could not find her. Her bloody stupid servant had released his servant and then neglected to keep track of her whereabouts afterwards and neither had he mentioned it to her. Meaning for ten years a former servant of Hellsing and a fully fledged vampire was on the loose doing who knows what and Alucard could not find her using the master-servant bond. Worse was that when her servant had found out he had thrown all manners of fits over it and had been sullen for months. He had taken to interrogating his targets first as to the whereabouts of his child before killing them and no one, under any circumstances, was allowed to enter her old room. Any mention of Seras had him behaving like a glowering child with a bad temper. If she hadn't needed Alucard so badly she would have thrown him back into the jail from whence he came for his behavior.

Now it appeared she needed him again.

This week… A sudden spike in deaths and all of them gruesome. She had sent out her vampire to deal with the freaks but oddly enough they had been absent. Conspicuously absent. The bodies remains and the killings themselves were even stranger. The usual MO of freaks had been to blood lust rampage in a neighborhood, working their way from house to house slaughtering any that crossed their paths for either food or sick amusement. The bodies were always mutilated to some degree and on occasion, violated. All victims were either covered in bite marks and more than usually turned to ghouls. Also the freak would stay behind to revel in their kills. Perfect for sending Alucard in, instead of making him chase a fleeing target.

Yet these deaths were odd because… none of it was similar to a freak attack. None of the victims were in a residential area but were in woodlands or fields. None of them had been turned to ghouls and no freaks had been sighted. It wasn't large masses of people slaughtered all at once but a small amount of two or three a day. Also, the bodies hadn't just been mutilated… they had been eaten. She would send Alucard out to hunt and he would come back with confirmation that the bodies had great bite marks and tears with body parts missing. Her servant had already confirmed that it was not a real vampire nor was it undead. He could tell by the smell.

She massaged her temple. None of it added up and no odd reports of rogue animals or strange beasts could be found to explain it. No one had seen anything and no traces had been left except the bodes and the gore. By the time her servant had gotten there all scents had already faded into nothingness. No foot prints because the season had been dry and no unusual animal sightings. Recently though messages had been left behind in the killings. Not just anti-Christian messages but ones that declared their hate towards humans. This latest message however, declared its hate against a specific group of humans: Hellsing.

The grass had been thickly smeared into words and threats against the organization and Integra wanted to scream in frustration. They had finally gotten over the effects of millennium and rebuilt. The troops were trained and ready. Her estates completely returned to her power and her bank accounts no longer blacklisted. The freaks nearly nonexistent except for the last dregs which Alucard took care off whenever they were stupid enough to show up. Now some new threat was showing itself with its teeth bared and the desire to challenge Hellsing.

She needed all the help she could get because the valentine brothers who had slaughtered her men in her own home, all those years ago, still ate at her. She needed every resource she had. Mostly she needed answers as to what they were facing. For now, she decided what she needed most was a stiff drink. No ice. Hopefully vodka.

"Drinking again? You could get alcoholism that way my master."

She stiffened. Scratch vodka. She was going straight for the tequila. Here came the main reason for her desire to drink. She glared at him. "Go away Alucard. I'm in a foul mood and have no desire for your games."

He only grinned wider. He looked amused and she desperately wanted a vacation but she had no person she would trust with the organization much less who she could trust to leash the vampire. She needed someone to confide in. The only person she could do that with had already gone missing. She didn't miss the the small baring of teeth before a impassive mask covered his face. He no longer looked amused. She smirked. As usual his temper flared at the mention of Seras and her disappearance. . She had always had her suspicions that her monster was not as emotionless as he let on. She suspected that Seras had gotten under his skin and that was why he was so angry and obstinate about finding her. He demanded free time to search for her for years now and she had to enforce the bond to keep him inside

"Still bitter? Or worried? It has been three and a half years and yet her disappearance still causes you grief." She studied her servant's impassive face closely. It was a perfect mask but she hoped what she would say next would crack it even a slightest bit "if I didn't know better I would say that you loved h-"

He growled angrily and she kept her face from smirking in victory. He looked agitated and angry at the suggestion. She was simply smug to have been proven right and to have gotten him back for being a pest.

"You know nothing! I am not worried. I do not worry. Police girl is my child and was under my protection." He was close to snarling his words out. The disrespect in his words rankled her but she was far too satisfied to care. This was simply too therapeutic for her stress to care. Not only getting back at her servant for decades of annoyance but confirming her suspicions… they were simply too satisfying.

"Yes. Clearly you just look for her for three years out of fatherly concern. You interrogate vampires for information about her whereabouts or if they see her out of fatherly concern. And before she disappeared I got regular reports that soldiers who looked at her body or worked close to her needed hospitalizations. All out of fatherly concern. How mistaken of me. Obviously there is no love for her on your part." He bristled but said nothing. He seemed… upset. She realized that she had taken this too far. She shook her head. She needed sleep. There was only one way to get rid of him.

"Alucard, I herby give you permission to access the seals up to level three and to leave the estate for four days in order to search for our missing agent Seras Victoria. Feed first on your medical blood packs because you are not allowed to drink from humans." She made sure to put special emphasize on the feeding from blood packs. His smile couldn't have been wider and he looked eager to go eat so he could leave. She smirked. "When you find her, you can tell her how you feel." She mocked. He growled and disappeared, looking sullen and sulky.

She stared in silence at the wall. She felt sad. Seras had been missing for three years and it was getting close to four. She didn't think they would find her. Where had Seras gone? Why? None of these had been answered.

Integra shook her head. There was no need for these thoughts. she had to check the library to see what monster she was dealing with now. She was confident that he would find her one day. After all who better to find the girl than her own creator and master of all vampires?