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Title: Sending Over The Edge

Author: Alyndrya (Princess Destiny)

Email: princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com

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Rating: NC 17+

Couple: Alucard And Seras Summary: 'One Hour Challenge' #21, 56, 132, 167, 415 and 599 Combined' : Response Fanfic. Seras is lonely and realizes that her life as a vampire has made her an outcast and she'll probably never find a guy. After a bumbling attempt at romance within the Hellsing Organization that leads to a disastrous end and a series of rather sensual dreams, she realizes her Master is paying her a lot more attention than usual. In fact, he seems to be downright determined to send her over the edge with his constant teasing and taunting! To make things worse, Sir Integra confines her to her quarters for a month as punishment...

Chapters: 3/26

Status: Unfinished

Year Started: 2004

Year Revised: 2011

Year Completed: N/A

One Hour Challenges: If you would like to know about these, please look in my Profile.

Disclaimer: The used Characters and storylines within belong solely to their creators. All rights reserved. Any content in this Hellsing Fanfiction relating to their respective shows are not authorized by licensed distributors. I'm just borrowing them for entertainment and absolutely no profit!

Comments: Hello everyone! Seras didn't quite get the supplies she was going for, but I decided to heat up things between her and Master a little first. *Grin* I also added a little angst into it, even though I'm not much of an angst writer and I'm more into romance. I feel I should be putting more bearing onto Seras' humanity, since she's going to be really feeling it once her relationship with her Master picks up. :) I also apologize for the lateness of this Chapter. My beta went AWOL for the last three days and this was just sitting on my PC waiting to be edited. Good news is that Chapter Four got written and it will be coming out very soon. :) Things will really be heating up between Alucard and Seras, but be warned that it will also be getting a lot darker and bloodier! *Grin*

Reviews would be wonderful! It means so much to an Author to hear how you liked their Fanfic, and what parts of the Chapter drew your attention. :) Also, if you spot discrepancies, or think that we can improve somewhere, that feedback is very welcome also.

SENDING OVER THE EDGE

By Alyndrya

[ princessdestiny@destinysgateway.com ]

Chapter Three

Later that same night, Seras Victoria found herself in the exercise room, working off her frustrations. The aspirin had worked-a little, but Master's touch was still making her head ache. She had to remind herself never to give him cause to probe her mind again. Not that she really understood what he'd been in there looking for anyway; but then, eavesdroppers got what came to them. She bounced from one foot to the other, brows creased in concentration, one fist held close to her chest.

Thump! Thump!

"I'm feeling better, but I don't know about the stuffing." Seras said smirking at the punching bag she was pummeling. It might have had reinforced steel inside it, but it was now leaking stuffing out of every seam and looked as if it were about to fall from the thick chains securing it to the roof of the exercise room. Once again she had to wonder at the equipment that had obviously been made for a vampire. Master couldn't have possibly needed to train!

"I can't believe Sir Integra let her off without any punishment." A voice came to her ears.

The blonde vampire paused mid-swing and turned her head in that direction, red eyes flashing in anger. Who had said that? The soldiers around her went silent as her eyes swept over them, clearly fearful and apprehensive that she was going to go 'berserk' on them again. Seras Victoria sighed when no one would meet her gaze and she turned her wrath back to the hapless red punching bag. They were right to be scared of her. She was the only vampire solider amongst them and they'd all seen her go totally wild and attack one her own men.

To them, seeing a woman beaten in a fair fight, then having her ass grabbed while trying to steal a kiss wouldn't have seemed like a serious provocation to have a man almost killed. Her men probably hated her now.

Blinking back tears of anger, frustration and unhappiness, the girl punched the bag with a little more force than necessary. Seras' taped fist went clear through the outer material, stuffing and then the reinforced steal with an ear-splitting squeal of twisted metal, emerging from the other side.

"Oh," She blinked at her trapped arm, which was buried up to her armpit. "Oh damn." She looked around for some help and saw to her dismay that the room was rapidly emptying. In moments she was all that was left. The tears pooled again in her eyes and she let them fall down her cheeks. She slumped to her knees, her weight yanking on the chain so that the whole punching bag came down with her arm, ripping from the ceiling. Plaster rained down upon her head, but she paid no mind. She was too lost in her own misery.

The door opened and she noticed a pair of pristine black shoes approaching across the floor and mats, skirting around weights and gym equipment. "Miss Victoria, do you need a hand?" Walter asked gently.

Seras looked up at him and sniffed, then wiped the tears from her face sheepishly and smiled. Crying never solved anything. "Sure." She looked at her arm and the big thing hanging off of it. "Would you happen to have a power-saw handy, Walter?" She joked.

"Never without one." He said promptly, producing one from behind his back and extending the cord in one hand.

She stared at him. "Do I want to ask where that came from?"

Walter smiled cheerfully and pointed upwards to the corner of the room. She followed his gaze and saw the camera there. Oh great, more hidden cameras. Once again, her humiliation had been viewed. "Sir Integra again?"

"I did not feel that this one need be drawn to her attention." the butler said, coughing discretely. He advanced on her. "I do feel it my duty to keep an eye on you however, Seras Victoria. My rooms have all the security feeds."

"Lovely." Seras got to her feet, wincing as she was forced to crouch over awkwardly from the weight of the punching bag. Where had that vampire strength gone from a few minutes ago? She couldn't even lift her arm now!

"You should feed." He chided her, taking a hold of the bag and helping her to drag it. "Over in the corner I believe there is a power point. Let's get this off of you."

'Police Girl, if this wasn't so damned funny, I'd be punishing you right now for being so weak from not feeding.' Alucard's voice spoke into her head, filled with dark glee.

"Take a hike, Master!" Seras snapped, losing her temper.

Walter blinked at Seras' rude tone to her master and looked at her sideways as they reached the wall. "Are you sure you should be speaking to him that way, Miss Victoria?"

Seras blushed. "Sorry, Master," she muttered, lugging her dead-weight to the side and sitting down. "But it's not funny."

'Of course it is,' He returned with a chuckle. 'No true vampire would ever suffer the indignity you've put yourself into.'

"Fine, we've established I'm a bad vampire. Can we drop it now?" The blonde said, glaring around. Walter started up the electric saw and she looked away as he began to cut through the punching bag, wondering how she got herself into these messes. Master was right. This would have been embarrassing for a human-but for a vampire, it was a thousand times worse. Alucard would have shredded the bag in seconds.

A ghostly hand moved through her hair gently and she jumped, eyes going wide. "Master?" She said, surprised.

'We'll talk later, Police Girl.' He murmured.

"Great." she said uncertainly, reaching up to touch her soft hair lightly where his hand had been. How strange that Master had done that. He was touching her a lot more lately...

"Alright, now comes the bad part." Walter advised her, grimacing.

Seras looked at him questionably and he gestured to her arm and then the floor. All around their legs and feet were stuffing and material and about her arm was the reinforced steal she had punched through, several plates thick. She was extremely shocked when she saw just how many layers she'd gone through. Eight. "God, Walter. I had no idea I was that strong." she admitted, blinking.

"Vampire strength is no joke." the butler said grimly over the noise of the saw. "Now, grit your teeth, Miss Victoria. This is going to hurt my ears, but with your super sensitive hearing, it's going to be a lot more so."

'Oh'. The vampire girl closed her eyes and grit her teeth as the saw bit into the metal. Sure enough, agony hit her ears and she almost cried out. When she saw how long it was taking him to eat through the steal, she turned her face away and tried to think of something else. Her mind flashed back over her fight with Stevens, recalling her berserk state. It had been sort of...euphoric really. A state unlike anything else she'd known. Her blood had seemed to come alive and burn in her veins and all she could think about was ripping into his soft skin and-

"Miss Victoria!" Walter cried out in alarm.

Seras snapped out of her trance to see her hand wrapped about all eight pieces of the reinforced metal around her arm, bending it almost in half as if it were a pretzel. The several inch-long cut that the Butler had made was gaping and she had almost ripped the lot completely off of her arm without knowing. Walter was sprawled onto his back, the saw spinning crazily in circles a meter away.

"Oh god!" She cried, red eyes widening. "I'm so sorry. I was thinking about-about-" she broke off. "Oh god, I can't even trust myself anymore." she whispered, covering her eyes with her free hand to hide her expression from him.

"Please Miss Victoria, don't be like that." he murmured after he clicked off the saw and she heard him moving towards her. A hand fell on her shoulder and she moved her hand to look into his kind eyes. "You're struggling with your remaining humanity. Never think of that as a bad thing."

"Truly?" She said, red orb glinting with the hint of tears. She knew that they were threatening to fall again, but couldn't seem to help it. She felt just so terribly lost and alone right then.

"Truly." Walter nodded, squeezing her shoulder. "Don't ever lose that last part of humanity, even if you become a full nosferatu" He whispered to her. "It will keep you from going mad. In the end."

Seras met his eyes for a long moment, completely understanding. Mad, like her Master. It lurked beneath the surface of his every emotion, every action and she wondered, not for the first time, just how old he was. "I won't lose it." she swore.

"Good," The man turned and picked up the saw again. "Then let's remove the rest of this metal off of you so that you can enjoy the rest of your evening. Sir Integra informs me that you asked for two days before you were confined?" He questioned as he began his task again.

"I thought I'd ask Sir Integra about some books." The blonde nodded, watching as the saw cut more deftly through the metal now that she'd pretty much ripped most of it away. Damn, thinking about the blood-lust had made it rise again and the vampire in her had risen. If she'd ripped the metal and bent it like that without even realizing, what would have stopped her from doing the same to a human?

She paled rapidly as another thought occurred to her. Oh God, what if it had been Walter she'd grabbed instead? Or would she have bitten him?

"What sort of books?" Walter asked. He made a sound of satisfaction as the saw cut through the last layers of the metal and they fell from her arm with a loud clang. Unfortunately, the last part of metal cut deeply into her arm and she flinched. He murmured an apology. "I'll send a bandage for you. Is it bad?"

Seras shook her head and then checked the rest of her arm, wincing as her muscles screamed at her. Oh yeah, that was going to hurt. She checked her skin under her jacket to see if she was cut or bleeding or from the initial punch to the bag, but she didn't seem to be. How curious. Perhaps she'd punched through so cleanly that it hadn't injured her? The only cut she had was from the last part of metal, which had been the sharpest because of the saw blade.

The blonde girl winced as she touched the cut. Yep, it was deep and bleeding heavy. She'd need to bandage it. The blonde dug her fingers into the joints of her aching shoulders and then looked up at Walter to answer his question. She had been thinking about books about the Hellsing Organization or maybe even books on military procedures, but after the incident just now with the temporary pull into the blood-lust, and her berserk rage with Stevens she knew she'd be looking for something far more important.

"Vampires." She answered simply.

The vampire girl winced as she removed her jacket and the drying blood clung to her shirt.

"Damn it." she snarled, seeing how much blood she'd lost. The wound was quite deep. Her white shirt was soaked from her shoulder down to her elbow, though the cut itself was near her upper-arm.

"Do you need a hand, Miss Victoria?" Walter called out from outside her room.

Seras hesitated, red eyes uncertain, but then modesty gave way to sensibility. "Yes please!" She called back.

The butler opened the door and came in, closing it firmly behind him. He assessed the situation at once and went to the table where she was sitting. He had left a medical kit of bandages and ointments there a few minutes ago and left her when she said that she could handle it herself, but obviously she was having a great deal of trouble.

Walter watched as she struggled to undo her shirt with one hand. "Allow me?" He said politely.

"Pardon?" The blonde blinked, the gasped as her hands were brushed out of the way and her buttons were deftly undone. The man smiled at her in faint embarrassment then and let her slip her own shirt from her body, while she blushed. The shirt stuck to her arm as she tugged lightly, going white with the pain of it. She realized the only way it was going to come off was to yank it and so she did, crying out with agony. Sweat beaded her brow and she felt the blood trickling down her arm.

"This hurts an awful lot." She admitted on a gasp, tried to get her breathing under control.

They were both silent for a long time and then finally she was okay. She sat there in only her cotton bra, feeling very awkwardness flood into her. No one had ever seen her without her clothes all on before! "Alright," She teased, trying to lighten the mood. "How come you're so good with your hands on a girl's clothes?"

Something caught her attention over Walter's head and she glanced that way. The wall by the door seemed to swirl as if it had a mind if it's own and then a pair of gleaming red eyes became apparent, staring at her. She gaped at her master as his gaze moved over her body, then to Walter and the bandages. In their depths she seemed to see a bizarre mixture of cruelty and possession. No, that couldn't be right!

Alucard's lids narrowed for a moment as if assessing something and then as if satisfied, then eyes disappeared and the wall became normal again.

Seras released the breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. For some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that for one very brief moment, the potential for violence had been thick in the air...but for the life of her, she could not see why.

"Miss Integra-that is, she was known by that then-" Walter said, making conversation as he readied the bandages. "-was a very assertive young lady when she became head of the Hellsing Organization. She often was wounded and I helped her with her various cuts and scrapes."

The vampire girl focused her attention on the butler, trying to forget her master and the uneasy impression she had felt from his appearance. The look in his eyes; what she thought she'd sensed...she must have been imagining it. Master was indifferent to her. He'd just been checking up on her as usual, that was all. Probably to have another laugh at her expense for getting her arm caught inside the punching bag!

Seras sighed and nodded in relief at her plausible answer. "I-I see." Seras said, feeling better after Walter's explanation. That would explain why he was so good with undoing women's clothing. A devil caught her and she grinned at him. "I'll bet you were also popular with the ladies when you were younger too though, right, Walter?" She teased, knowing another reason he'd be handy.

He shot her a look that told her it was none of her business, and then he chuckled. "Yes, you naughty child. I was quite the ladies man." he admitted. "But that is all in the past, as you say."

"You're not that old." she told him, feeling a little guilty that she'd brought it up. She looked at his hair. "Barely any grey in there, Walter." She comforted him.

"You're very sweet, Miss Victoria, but I'm an old dog." he murmured, sitting down in a chair and scooting closer to hers so that her legs were between his. He held some antiseptic on a cotton ball. "Now this is going to sting a lot."

"Okay." She gritted her teeth together and tried not to scream as he cleaned away the wound. Cotton ball after cotton ball fell onto the table, but the blood kept flowing. He seemed finally satisfied that the wound was clean enough and rummaged around in the medical kit for something else. "What are you looking for?" Seras said, peering at the various medical odds and ends. Everything from bandages, to bottles of liquid and unopened packets of needles. When he pulled out a handful of thin pieces of plastic, she gave him a weird look. "What are those for?"

"We can't stitch you up, since it will interfere with your natural vampiric healing ability, so we're going to use these butterfly bandages to just pull the skin together and let it heal itself." Walter advised her. He eyed the cut, which was about three inches long and then reach for more of the objects. "This might sting a little and I'm going to have to ask you to help squeeze the cut together, alright?" He said bracingly.

The vampire girl bit her lip and nodded.

She wasn't quite sure later how they managed, but after a fair amount of blood spilling over her arm, a great deal of pain and swearing and even an insane moment where she'd had to restrain herself from tossing Walter through the wall, they finally had the job done. "It doesn't look too bad." Seras admitted.

Walter wiped a cloth over the bloody arm and cleaned it off. "It will continue to bleed, but I'll bandage it for you. Keep an eye on it." He met her red eyes seriously. "Please Seras Victoria, drink the blood. A few more incidents like this and you will be of no use to anyone."

"I know." she whispered, already feeling the dizziness and weakness overcoming her. She was fighting it, but he was right. So was Master and Sir Integra. She wasn't only half-starved now, she was wounded. And probably would get dangerous when her blood-lust hit her and her natural instinct to feed her body overtook her. But still...she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Walter bandaged her arm up, cleaned the table and mess from her room and then left, returning a few minutes later to interrupt her morose thoughts with a surprise. She blinked at the fresh police jacket. "Where on earth did you get that?!" She gasped in delight, jumping up.

"I knew your old one would be ruined at some stage, so I took the liberty of purchasing a few more." He produced a clean shirt for her from beneath the jacket. "This also."

"You're wonderful, Walter! How can I ever thank you for all this?" She squealed, kissing him on the cheek and grabbing the clothing. She winced as her arm throbbed. "Ouch, ouch."

"Take it easy." the butler advised. Then he smiled and left.

The head of the Hellsing Organization was remarkably willing to aid her newest Commander, considering she was about to incarcerate her for a month. Seras couldn't hide her surprise, which seemed to amuse Integra vastly. The tall blonde woman even accompanied the vampire through the house to the large library to help her search.

"What did you want to borrow?" Sir Integra asked, eyebrows raised.

"Oh, I don't know." Seras frowned as if uncertain she looked along the vast rows of books from floor to ceiling. She didn't exactly want her boss to know that she knew what she was after. Why? Inwardly shrugging, the petite girl couldn't really figure it out. Perhaps because it would get back to her master. How proud he'd be! No, she'd prefer to look reluctant and stubborn, thank you. Alucard would be too damned smug if he knew she was actually interested in her vampire nature, even if it was for an entirely different reason from any he could come up with. Simply put, Seras wanted control of her blood-lust and her powers so she'd never hurt anyone again. Her Master would stop her if he knew.

"If I'm going to be cooped up for a month, I'll need something to keep me occupied." Seras said, looking side-long at Integra. "I suppose getting a TV and cable installed in my room is out of the question?" She joked.

"You assumed right." Sir Integra said coldly, puffing on her cigar and watching the younger girl. "It would hardly be a punishment if you were given every luxury, Victoria."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." the blonde vampire walked over to the nearest stack and stared cross-eyed at some titles behind the glass. "I can't read this!" She protested in dismay, hoping they weren't all in weird languages. It'd take her centuries to learn that stuff!

"I'd be surprised if you could," the older woman said dryly, walking over. She looked at the spines lovingly. "My father's collection. Very old and rare. No touching."

"Right." Seras put her hands behind her back and moved along the wall. Oh good, some books in English. Ah ha! Jackpot. No wait, this was fiction! Her eyebrows rose. "Dracula?" She exclaimed incredulously. "You keep that sort of nonsense here?"

"Don't judge a book by its cover." Integra murmured mildly. When Seras shot her a weird look, she sighed. "It's here for research purposes only. We collect most books that contain information on vampires. Early vampire novels for example. You'd do well to read it. It isn't accurate of course, regarding vampire repellents and such, but am I right in assuming you don't know much about the creature you have become?"

The petite blonde grimaced, her fangs showing. "Creature?" She muttered. "No, I don't really." She grabbed the book, but Integra's gloved hand grabbed her wrist painfully.

"Be careful!" The Hellsing heir snapped icily. "It's a first edition."

"Oh!" Seras said, eyes widening. Her grip softened as Integra released her. "Sorry, sorry." She took the book down and gingerly opened the cover.

"It won't melt, but do be careful all the same." Another puff on the cigar.

"Why do you smoke?" The vampire girl asked her. Moving along the shelf again. "It'll kill you."

"That's none of your business, Agent Victoria." Sir Integra snapped, losing her friendliness.

Ouch. "I'm sorry, I was just..." Worried? No, she'd never buy that one. But who knew, Seras was actually starting to like the woman, heaven forbid. "Never mind." She took down another few vampire books, piling them onto her unwounded arm and went back to the woman. "How about these?" She questioned, trying to sound as if she'd picked randomly.

Sir Integra studied the titles and nodded. "Some fact, some fiction. Yes, these will do. Study them. Most of them will contain purely fictional facts about a vampire's powers and limitations, but it will be a start. Your Master can teach you the real ones."

"Okay." Seras smiled at her and the left with her pile of books, feeling much better. Wonderful. Sir Integra was actually approving her plan to read up on vampires, so master now couldn't object at all, no matter what! She would gain control of her powers and she would never hurt anyone again.

"Thank you!" She called as Sir Integra left her, walking back towards her study. The woman nodded, but did not reply.

"Now, I just need to get a few things from the shops." Seras said to herself, heading back through the manor to her rooms. But that could wait till tomorrow. Yawning, she knew it was almost time to go to bed. The sun would be rising soon.

Kicking her door shut behind her, she let the book fall onto the table, knocking over the blood pack sitting there on the surface. She frowned at it angrily. Walter must have come back and put a fresh pack there for her. She sighed. Probably master's doing. "I don't want it!" She growled, hitting the pack away with her uninjured arm. "Ouch." She cried out, snatching her hand back as something sharp dug into her fingers.

Seras quickly brought her hand to her face and studied the blood welling from across the balls of all four fingers. It was as if they'd been cut with something razor-sharp. She stared at them in shock and then down at the table. Red eyes widened as she saw a razor blade laying on the table surface. "What the hell?" She shouted, anger filling her. Walter would never do something like that! The razor blade had been put under the blood pack. By someone who knew her well enough to know she'd hit it away in a fit of rage when she saw it.

"Master!" She screamed his name.

"You screamed?" Alucard said materializing immediately before her, his dark hair falling about his shoulders. He looked at her furious face wickedly, then at her bloody hand and licked his lips. "You've hurt yourself" He said, cocking his head and regarding her in a curious manner. Almost as if waiting for her to do something.

Seras stared at him for a moment in helpless fury, lips moving and red eyes darkening. "You bastard, you put a razor on my blood pack!" She spat, hand moving in a blur. She slapped him as hard as she could and it was only after she saw his head snap to the side that she realized she had hit him with her wounded hand. As she pulled back, his head snapped around and she saw the side of his face was covered in her blood. And his eyes...they were glinting with a burning madness. But he was smiling and there was something so ravenousness in its quality that Seras went weak at the knees in response.

"I enjoy tasting your fury." he purred at her, grabbing her by the wrist tightly. Alucard turned his face into her bloody hand and licked it sensuously from palm to index finger. She shivered and he smiled against her skin, then proceeded to do the same from the palm to the middle finger, then the next finger and then the pinkie, lingering over each cut to suck at the blood pooling there.

The vampire girl could only stand there, trembling, lost in emotion. Master...what was he doing to her? He was just sucking on her fingers, but it felt like every touch of his tongue was caressing other parts of her body somehow. Was he using his powers on her? Seras felt her eyes become heavy and she felt strangely weak-kneed and excited. It was the most erotic feeling.

Master's eyes met hers and he smiled, giving her hand one last lick before pulling back. "Delicious." he murmured, smirking at her dazed look.

"It is?" She said stupidly, blinking at him. She was staring at her blood on his face, not realizing her wrist was still caught in his and that he was pretty much holding her up by the arm, since she felt like her bones had turned to water. He seemed to move closer, chest almost brushing hers and her hand between them. Standing that close to her was somehow making it the feelings inside her even stronger and she couldn't seem to look away from his gaze.

"I told you to drink the blood," Alucard told her sternly. "How much blood-loss do you think you can handle before you drink?"

He bent over her wounded right arm briefly and inhaled, closing his eyes. "Mmm," he growled at her, eyes kindling. "This is a deep one." he straightened, eyes a deeper red when they met hers and filled with a faint blood-lust that made her heart skip a beat. "Maybe I'll take a look later." he ran his tongue over his fangs slowly, making sure that she watched every movement.

She did her best to ignore him and let her ire rise. "That's what you're up to?" Seras gasped at him, anger filling her. She should have known! Had master had a hand in making that wound on her arm as well? Was that was he was insinuating?! She yanked her wrist from his, swaying as her legs betrayed her. "You're going to keep making me lose blood so I'll drink?"

Her Master smiled like a maniac. "Lesson number one, Police Girl. Never waste blood." He put his face in close to hers, breath mingling. "And if you're going to play with me, you're going to have to be stronger than that."

"Play?" She repeated, dazed. Seras leant against one of her chairs, legs weak. She felt like she'd just been on a roller coaster. "What do you mean stronger?"

Alucard nodded in satisfaction and grinned. "You would have fallen to the floor in a boneless heap if I'd let you go." he told her rather sardonically, eyes raking over her.

Seras flushed in humiliation as his meaning hit her. Was he insinuating that she'd felt excited by him? How dare he! "I would not have!" She hissed at him, letting go of the chair and glaring at him. "You're imagining things! The blood went to your head, Master."

He chuckled at her, and then dematerialized. "Go to bed. The sun is rising." he ordered her.

She sank into the chair once he had gone, her mind spinning in circles. Seras' thoughts felt over each other as she replaced the scene, each emotion hitting her acutely. Good god, he was right. She'd been almost turned on by his licking the blood from her hand. And he'd known it, damn him. She got to her feet and pulled her clothes off in a daze, then slipped into her coffin bed and lowered it just as the sun was rising. "This is bad." she whispered, his final words coming back to her. Unease filled her and her heart beat uncomfortably. Master was playing with her? Oh lord.

To Be Continued...

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Comments: Chapter Four will be out tomorrow. :) Alucard finally shows his face-but Seras is less than pleased to see him. What's she going to do to him? LOL.
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