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[The screen flickers on and before it stands a pale creature with black hair and a long white coat. His eyes are red as rubies, lips bloodless pale in a faint smile

He tips his head to the side, hands clasped behind his back and when he speaks the voice is childish, affecting a lilt at the end of his words]

Canada. Aha.

[His tongue is pointed as it darts out to wet his lips]

I see through your trap. Nazis. You’ve mastered killing off your own kind but fail so badly at humor.

[Those red eyes take on an inner glow, burning like hellfire. Shadows thicken and draw forward, velvety fingers licking at his boots, at the shadowed hem of his coat]

I’ll have my Coffin and my human, now. [He looks left. Then right.

Then up.

Then down, back on the NV.

His tone is solemn, scolding, though the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens] No? [His bloodless lips pull back in a ghoulish smile, revealing dainty fangs that grow longer, sharper, two sets of upper canines, two sets of lower canines]

Then I shall huff and puff and tear this whole island down.

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[The tensions rose several degrees as Seras confirmed the fiend's unceremonious return. To think that the hordes of rampant vampire attacks were just starting to die down, and now this. Van Helsing's mood was absolutely livid, but John Seward's pale demeanor had him stopping off his temper.]

Yes, it is he, Friend John. I want you to remain behind and secure yourself. Myself, Master Dornez and Madam Victoria will go out and seize him, there is not a single moment to waste! Nay, we know not what state he might be, if he is not under my command he is a danger to us all.

[There was no matter more grave than this. He wished his dear John well and ushered him to keep his crucifix close and his gun loaded.]

I will keep my Network deVice alive so that you may know that we are well, God willing. Madam Victoria!

[The master suddenly turned to the girl as a sergeant does his stalwart soldiers.]

You have conversed with him, thus it is your duty to lead the way. Fly fast, but pray not, no, you must not engage him no matter his command to you. My word supersedes his on all accounts, if that is clear you may go to him.

[Though their time together was so short, he had become fond of the fair fledgling and would hate to lose her to his slave's mania were he in a sanguinary state.]

Master Dornez, we shall follow on horse-back, I trust your garrots are as sharp as ever.

[A...curt nod is given as the doctor, with crucifix in hand, demurely acquiesced and retreated to the confines of his chambers, sweat laden upon his brow. Shock was evidently upon him...he hadn't thought it was possible. That the monster who haunted his waking and dreaming mind continued to bring about a living phantasmagoria. It was as if the lines between reality and nightmare were beginning to blur!

He wished all of them well before he took his leave, bowing his head in silent prayer. How long had it been since that thing had been vanquished from existence. And yet...Here!

...At the very least, he would remain attentive. At the manor as he was, Seward would remain vigilant.]

[Walter cast a look of concern in the wake of the retreating doctor. The man looked positively ghastly.

Unfortunately, he would have to wait to check up on him. There were other, more pressing issues at hand. If his partner was truly convinced he was on enemy territory as Seras had stated, there would be trouble. Even if the bloody vampire was voided, his Thompson alone could do a vast amount of damage.

He was already moving to open the door as he answered the professor.]

They are.

[Her eyes to go to the doctor, Seras bites her lip a little before her attention is commanded by Abraham.

Her back straightens, chin level, her attention rapt to her commanders words.] Sir, yes sir! Understood.

[The draculina moves then after Walter, her eyes connect with her younger ~~older~~ colleague and she nods to him before shadows sweep out and burst, elongate and carry her forward, faster faster into the sky and soaring like a bullet. Seras hurtles to the baseball diamond, the white clad figure in it and swoops down.]

[He can feel her approach. A vampire. A true nosferatu.

And the girl had not lied, of his blood.

It angered him.

Confused him. Time was his ally and even if he moved through it untouched, he could still feel the passage. And not enough time had passed for blood to have been taken from him.

For this creature to have been made.]

How did this happen? When?

... Master.

[For a moment Seras can only look because, even though she saw him through video, this is her Master. She knows that, she feels that, but... he looks like a young girl.]

1999. We really are in Canada, master. We're not in our world at all.

Impossible.

[He moves to circle her, hands still clasped behind his back] Arthur would never permit the spread of my tainted blood.

[And then a flash of fangs] Walter. You said you were bringing Walter. Where is he? Where is my coffin?

It is possible though! [Don't be nervous Seras, don't be nervous.]

I was a police officer, Cheddar Village in England. There was a vampire and ghouls, they slaughtered the team I was sent in with and you -- when he tried to use me to stop you killing him. You... you shot through me and turned me. Except you didn't look like you do now! You're really tall and always wear a red coat and glasses. And a hat! [The hat is important!]

They're on their way, Master. Mister Van Helsing asked me to fly ahead.

[He considers that- oh not her story, though the part about shooting through her was rather something he would do.

No. It was the part about the coat.

The red one, the one he took up wearing after his beloved Nemesis died.] And you serve Hellsing.

I do, Master. [She nods.] In that time the head is Sir Integra.

Integra. [He says the name as though tasting it.] The son of? [More questions as the concentric circles he is walking around her grow tighter and tighter as he closes in.

It isn't enough, this small bit of information.]

Daughter. [She corrects, turning with him. Not wanting to appear nervous but--] Integral Fairbrook Wingates Helsing. Of Arthur Helsing.

[His eyes widen, the rictus grin receding to a surprised little mou before he throws his head back in wild, half mad laughter, almost painful to listen to, like broken glass.]

Ah, a daughter. How perfect. How symmetrical. I will follow her best of all.

[The laughter dies down to a low chuckle.] But proof, Draculina, proof. [The brush of his words against her ear, against her mind, those his mouth does not move] I need more than your word.

[Seras blinks, straightening up a little at the laugh, shoulders tensing.] Proof? Proof how... master? [She speaks the words out loud.]

[He clasps his hands behind his back and does a little pivot, coat flaring out, and begins to walk away from her.] Up to you.

Master... [For the love of... oh that feeling of exasperation with Alucard. She runs after him.] If you wait for Walter and Mister Van Helsing they'll confirm it! I--I could tell you the words written on your coffin! Or er... [Think Seras think.]

[He pauses] My Coffin is missing. Those words could have been told to you.

[Then turns] I will tear the heart out of whoever impersonates him. [Eyes flare red, then die back down to the color of burning embers] Do you drink blood?

When did you get so paranoid...

O-of course, Master. [She nods, not sure that question bodes well.] It's not an impersonation.

Have I taught you this complacency? [He was never a teacher, one learned and survived or one did not.]

What did you after arriving here, accept what was told to you?

You're bound to the Helsings, Master, me through you. [She swallows.] I can tell the truth. I've been here two months, Master. Please believe me.

I know you think it's the truth. [He can tell that, there are no lies between Master and Servant.

But.

That all of this is possible. That Abraham is alive again. He loathes the idea. He craves it.

One corner of his mouth pulls up.] What do I call you?

[It's a tacit agreement to wait with her. To, for her sake, see this through.]

[Seras bites her lip a little. Not sure how to respond.]

Seras, Master. [If she can avoid 'Police Girl' then yay!]

[He leans in slightly towards her, red eyes glowing like embers] Young to have earned your name.

I er... er... [She's mentally flailing, so in true Seras fashion she blurts out--] Master why do you look like a girl?

Answer the question.

[He's not put off, but leers slightly] Arthur has interesting preferences.

[And in the midst of the amusement, he stops, freezes, because he can feel it now, like lightning in the blood, tracing through each artery and vein. Oh.] Oh.