He watched her as she walked with pride; gun in hand, her long blond hair swaying with her steps.

Here was the only living human he held in high regard.

Here was the woman whose words stopped him in his tracks, whose eyes told him to treat her like a queen or lick the shit from the bottom of her shoes.

Here was his master- a true Hellsing, a maiden of death, blood and gunpowder.

Alucard took a deep breath.

She smelled of expensive cigars and cold steel and hard elegance.

Her subtle grace was almost antique in its steadiness.

He stopped for a few moments, admiring her.

She turned around.

"Get moving, Alucard. I want this pathetic piece of dirt removed from the world- kill the vampire and everything inhuman. If you do a good job, you can have a snack."

Alucard took in the sight of her in the velvet darkness, his gun slung over his shoulder, teeth glinting.

She stared back at him with authority.

"But if you fuck up even once, you will stay in your dungeon until I see fit to release you."

Alucards grin widened.

Integra scowled.

"Go," she spat.

"Kill anything that reeks like the undead."