A/N: Hi everybody, Blackironlocket here.

Thank you so much for reading this far, I hope everyone is enjoying the story, it's my first fanfic ever and I'm really excited to be posting it here. I've been having a little trouble figuring out how everything works, which is why I haven't said anything till now. First off, I want to thank SaikouXP for betaing my story. It would not be nearly as polished as it is without her^^. I also want to thank Razdor Temnote for pointing out the fact I accidently left in Saikou's editing suggestions. Also a big thank you to everyone who's reviewed, they totally made my day. Now the desclaimer.

Disclaimer:I do not own Hellsing, these wonderful characters belong to Kouta Hirano and whoever else own the rights. I'm just playing with them for a while.

Seras made her way out of the manor and toward the training grounds. This was where the mercenaries did their tactical drills and tested new weapons. It was a little more than a large field with targets at one end. Seras watched as the men ran laps to increase their endurance. She walked along the edge of the field until she stood next to the wheelchair bound man that shouted encouragement and criticism at the running men. Captain Pip Bernadotte had recently suffered some rather serious injuries after playing something called "auto polo" with master a couple weeks ago. He had had to go to the emergency room after breaking his leg in two places, his arm in three, and straining his back which necessitating the use of two casts and a back brace. Integra had yelled at both of them for two hours straight when they'd gotten back from the hospital. Pip, however, refused to sit in bed all day and insisted on continuing to oversee the drills and training of his men.

The mercenary leader looked over his shoulder and seeing Seras, gave a smile.
"Hey Seras, what's up?" He stopped, staring at the small camera perched on the draculina's head. "Whatcha got there?"
Seras once again launched into an explanation of the documentary. She wondered if she could put out a memo or something so she didn't have to keep repeating herself. Pip seemed extremely unimpressed by the reasoning of the Powers That Be.
"That has to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard. How is telling people just how screwed they'd be if they ran into a vampire supposed to make them feel better?"
Seras actually thought that was a good point, but chose not to comment, choosing instead to watch the mercenaries run around the field. For the sake of her hypothetical audience, she asked Pip what they were doing.
"We're building up endurance and speed. We need to be able to last as long as possible in a fight before getting tired. You get tired, you start making mistakes. When you start making mistakes, you die." Pip was one of those people who were simple and blunt. It made him perfect to be the instructor for the mercenaries.
Turning to the small woman, the Frenchman said," Hey Seras, do you know what's up with Mr. Alucard?"
"No, why?" Seras hadn't seen her master all afternoon. She had assumed he was safely tucked away in his coffin.
"Well, he's been acting like there's going to be a siege or something all day. Last time I saw him, he was digging a trench along the inside of the outer wall and sticking sharpened stakes in the bottom. I tried asking him what was going on, but he just muttered something about a curse and told me to go away. Is there something we need to know about?"
Seras shook her head and sighed," Not that I've heard about. I'll talk to master about it, see if I can get anything out of him," she smiled," I'm sure it's nothing, just master being master." She did a big sigh inwardly again. Once again, her master's antics were causing others to be worried. The frustrating part was that they would ask her questions about it, questions that she didn't really have the answer for.
Pip relaxed a little at Seras's reassurances. He trusted her and knew she would tell him if something bad was going to happen. Besides, everyone knew Mr. Alucard could be a bit odd sometimes. Though there was usually a reason behind it, even if it was just the old vampire entertaining himself. But sometimes it was due to the leader's unconventional tactics that brought about success in his role. The mercenary leader shuddered. He hoped this wasn't a prelude to another prank war. The last one had been absolutely hellish. You couldn't turn around without running in to one of Alucard's traps, many of which were actually rather dangerous. He still had scars from the incident with the demonic raccoon in his footlocker.
Suddenly, a rather girlish shriek tore the air. It sounded like it was coming from the front of the house and was quickly followed by several more just like it. Seras was already moving, eyes turning from blue to a bloody red as she drew on her vampiric speed. She turned the corner just in time to see what looked like a UPS man running as fast as he could toward the gate and screaming the whole way. That was also when she saw Baskerville, master's enormous, eight-eyed hellhound quickly closing the distance.
"Baskerville!" Seras shouted as loudly as she could.
The hellhound flipped tail over teakettle at the sound of the angry fledgling's shout. Baskerville always listened to Seras, ever since the draculina had bonked the enormous monster on the nose with a rolled up newspaper. It hadn't been more than a small tap, but the creature had given Seras the saddest, most betrayed look she had ever seen, as though it couldn't believe that she, of all people, would do something like that. Since that day, the hellhound had listened to Seras more attentively than he did anyone else, even Alucard himself. The elder vampire had seemed torn between disgust and amusement at his familiar's behavior, but otherwise hadn't mentioned it.
The hellhound slunk toward Seras, tail between its legs and giving the small woman four pairs of puppy dog eyes.
"Bad dog! You know you're not supposed to chase delivery men." Seras scolded, before looking toward the terrified man with a friendly smile that was too fixed to help the situation, "I'm so sorry, he's usually much better behaved then this. Is there something I can help you with?"
The man just stood staring fearfully over her shoulder. Looking back, she saw all the Wild Geese standing behind her, AK-47s leveled at the poor, trembling man before them.
"Oh, put those away, he's not a threat." she said, exasperated. She focused on the delivery man and smiled again, this time more gently.
"Don't worry, we're not going to hurt you."
The man focused on Seras as the least threatening thing in the vicinity, like a drowning man at a straw.
"I was just delivering a wardrobe, miss. The older gentleman signed for everything, so I'll just be going." he stammered out before turning and fleeing for the front gate. After making sure he made it, Seras turned to Pip.
"I'm going to go see what wardrobe he was talking about. See you later, Pip."
"See ya, Seras." the mercenary said, herding his men back to the track.
When Seras walked through the front door, she found Walter inspecting a wardrobe. It was tall and wide, with intricate carvings along the sides. It was easily large enough for a person to stand in comfortably.
"Would you mind assisting me in getting this into one of the spare rooms, miss Seras?" Walter asked politely, without looking around.
"Damn it, how does he do that?" Seras thought to herself. Out loud, she said, "Of course, Walter."
Moving over to the large piece of furniture, the small vampire wrapped her arms as far around the wardrobe as she could reach and easily picked it up. Following the butler's instructions, she managed to get the cumbersome thing safely tucked away in one of the many out of the way rooms.
"Another birthday present?" Seras asked.
" Yes, Integra's old one was destroyed during the Catapult Incident. I thought it would be nice to get her a new one."
Speaking of the Catapult Incident, Seras remembered she promised Pip she would talk to master.
"Walter, do you know where master is?"
Walter paused for a moment. "I think he's downstairs with Anderson."
Seras blinked, surprised.
"Father Anderson? What's he doing here?"
"He is the new liaison between Hellsing and Section 13." he replied simply.
Seras sweatdropped at his implication. "Since when has there been a liaison between Hellsing and the Iscariots?"

"Since about four days ago." Walter replied dryly.
Seras sighed. She really wasn't looking forward to getting in the middle of one of master and Anderson's fights. That never ended well. As she was about to head down, the lights flickered again.
Giving a sigh of his own, Walter said," Would you mind mentioning the rats to Alucard? He usually warns them off, but it would seem some have not heeded his advice."
Seras assured Walter that she would and began to make her way down to the basement to see her master. With all the inquiry about her master, she thought she might as well go down and look for some answers.