Sorry about the hiatus, but I just lost all inspiration. Read it again, and I think I know where to go with this. So, anyway, I will try and finnish this one. Still got a few aces up my sleeves for all of you. Again, sorry, hope you enjoy.

Chapter 11.

The guard simply walked through the corridors, absent as he always did, while humming a pleasant song. It was the only thing that could make guarding these corridors any bit less scary. He and another guard had been assigned to patrol the perimeter, and they weren't amused by the task. Who would be happy walking around the dark dungeons of the French house, filled with rats and many other slimy creatures? Not that the slime or furry inhabitants actually scared the men, they simply added to the haunting effect. Nobody knew what exactly was buried down in the depths of the old building; they simply knew they had to protect it. A hard enough task to keep up; especially with all the secrets that had surrounded the association since Sir Hellsing's death. Bumping into his comrade, he sighed, bored. "'As anybody 'eard those strange noises yet?" The black tall man denied in silence, the asker merely shrugging in response. "'Opefully we won't get any of them tonight. Maybe the Lord will grant us a nice'n'peaceful one." Both guards laughed at the idea, returning to their patrol in silence once again. It all got even creepier when the noises begun. As if a light moan took over the whole section. Hard to tell where it came from exactly; it seemed to move around every now and then. Sometimes, when it got really loud, the higher ranks would send down a new recruit, one of the weaker ones. You sometimes saw them after that, head throbbing and no memories of the event. Maybe a bit of blood on them, but nothing too alarming. Too strange to actually start asking questions, too dangerous to not care about the subject. So the guards simply limited their actions to their orders, making sure nobody walked around the perimeter without authorization.

Suddenly, the radio cranked on, loudly, making the guard jump up in surprise and, even though he would never admit to it, fear. Sighing in relief, he frowned lightly. There was only sound, rubbish, no real words coming from it. "'Ey! Thackeray! You there?" More sound, no real words, although he did seem to hear a light chuckle. "This ain't funny Thackeray! I swear on me grandmother's arse I'll kick yours if I 'ave to." He stood still, barking at the little radio on his shoulder, hoping for a response. "Mike, just fucking answer, will you?" This time, he was sure to have heard a chuckle, louder. Then, someone clearing his voice. "Mike seems to be a bit preoccupied in this moment. But, honestly, why the rush? Never mind, we're quick, aren't we Police Girl?" The man frowned. Was this a joke? "Yes, Master." And, before he could even turn around, he felt the delicate pale hands rap his neck, lifting him up in the air. "Please, sir, don't move. I don't want to hurt you." Another chuckle made its way through the artefact, the blond girl frowning. "What? I'm serious. I don't." A deep sigh made the young girl only frown deeper, as she was opening her mouth to reply the radio soothingly speaking. "Just bring him over, Police Girl. I'll decide if we harm them or not." And, abruptly, the signal was cut off. "I hate it when he does that!" The guard just stared at the fledgling in awe, not understanding anything, and was quickly led to where her Master and his comrade were.

Seras lightly set the guard down, smiling lightly as she did so. "Do not say you are sorry." The deep voice caught the man's attention, at the sight being forced to slowly back away from the scene. Blood dripped from the elder male's mouth, Michael's limp body on the ground beneath him. "We just need information." Seras prompted herself by the only door available, not really wanting to be a part of this but noticing the guard Alucard was keeping over her every single move. She couldn't disobey him now, not after what had just happened. It was already being hard enough to stay on her feet without her legs trembling. "But we're not really chatty. So if you will, Police Girl." Half a grin spread through his face as the man stared at him in horror and his fledging questioned his order, her face torn between loyalty and humanity. "You asked for orders, here they are." Crouching slowly, the girl bent her head down, as if begging for forgiveness. She held on to the guard tightly, pinning him down, and bit his neck carefully, her eyes completely shut. The first seconds, maybe even the first minute, she tried to stop her beast, her thirst, as hard as she could. But the crimson liquid tasted far too exquisite to handle, her Master's deep and soothing whisper encouraging her to let go of her worries, to enjoy the hunt. Seras opened her eyes in time to see how the vampire's grin widened to its full length, once the body felt numb throwing it on to the floor. "Now, wasn't that soothing, Seras." The young fledgling simply growled in response, standing up as she cleaned her face, licking the extra blood of her hands. "He knows nothing more than the first." The king's smile faded slightly, snorting in discontent. "Well, let's keep searching." The girl huffed, staring at her Master, tired. "If I at least knew what I was looking for, I might be able to find it. Just tell me already." Alucard laughed, staring straight into her eyes. "Now, now, Police Girl. Just follow your instincts. I'd spoil the fun if I told you, now wouldn't I?" And so, they both continued perambulating through the dark corridors, the young girl's anticipation causing the elderly man's laughter.