Suffer The Little Children

A/N: YES! Thank you for your reviews and praises everyone. As you can see Seras is going to notice how different Father Anderson is in a setting than she usually never sees him in-exciting isn't it? And fear not, Alucard is on his way. Lets just hope that the plane he is on isn't that one plane that got held up for eleven hours. Ugh, I wouldn't wish that on him even on his most sadomaschistic day. LOL! If they think being stuck in coach was a nightmare try being on there in a coffin. Yipes! Anyway, lets continue.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or its characters

Warning: A limey dream sequence; Plus, a couple of sentences that might contain threatening content which could be considered disturbing to some viewers and leave a certain priest OOC-not exactly in that order though.

Seras took a deep breath and walked through the hallway. Aside from a little nausea the pictures did nothing more than what they were suppose to do: be utterly lifeless and do nothing. Feeling even braver now that she didn't burn to a crisp at this moment, Seras quickened her pace and caught up to Father Anderson the moment he turned the corner down another hallway bare of any photographs or catholic relics. Instead there were a row of doors with tiny sliding door windows on them. He reached a door on the left side of the corridor and produced a set of keys under his cassock in plain sight of Seras. It made her shudder to think that he could have access to her room at any time.

The door unlocked with a click and Father Anderson stepped aside for Seras to go through.

"It rained last night so the window is shut," he explained as she looked around,"the children are to be in bed by nine thirty and for the rest of us its ten. With special operatives here its a exception to the rule..but I believe you won't have to handle that."

"Speacial operatives?" she asked innocently.

"Its nothing," he shrugged,"you will be working on the East Wing: getting them up in the morning, teaching the younger ones thier lessons, and kitchen duty."

"Yes Father Anderson," she curtsied politely and placed her bag on the bed near the window,"is there anything else-?"

Before the vampire nun could finish her question, she suddenly heard the door slammed behind her and felt a rough hand grasped the whipple on her head ripping it off to reveal her strawberry blond whispy hair. Seras twirled around baring her fangs defensively when a cold sharp blade pressed against her throat.

"Do you really think I am that daft," he growled at her,"that I couldn't tell it was you, you sneaky little she-devil...?"

Seras gasped

"Maxwell told me everything." he said flatly.

"I am only here to help," she gulped trying to create as much distance as she could from the priest,"we are ordered not to attack you or anyone else during the time we are here, and I obey Sir Integra just as much as I obey my master."

A cheshire grin appeared on his face,"'We' as in 'you and that heathen vampire' Sister Mary, or should I say Seras Victoria?"

"I am undercover," she said definitely,"I will not cause any trouble here, I only ask that you keep my alias a secret for now, we believe that the vampire could be working here in the orphanage or has a dwelling somewhere around here, I am here to observe and report on anything or anyone out of place has there anyone here that has been acting strange lately since the children have been attacked Father Anderson?"

"Why 'working in the orphanage' that is impossible, any vampire that dared to enter here wouldn't have been able to pass through here with all the crosses and holy relics, part of this orphanage is also a church you see. You're lucky you didn't internally combust little draculina," he chuckled darkly,"but you always were a odd one weren't you, no wonder Alucard appears cranky when he is around you, I guess he can't even make a descent fledgling anymore."

The steel of the blessed blade burned like a hot fire poker bleeding into her flesh she stiffled a whimper and locked eyes with her adversary.

"I know what you are thinking," she hissed,"strike me down, and you will have to hear from both my master and his and I don't think you can take both of them on at the same time, even if you wanted to...I have a job to do and it involves protecting these children from the vampire just like you have to."

Anderson stared at Seras intensely, she obviously had gotten a tad tougher since he last encountered her on the subway; she was still Alucard's fledgling. More so, it wasn't her that he had to keep his eye on more than it was her own master. In an drool amusing way perhaps a nun disguise would suit this girl, for a vampire, her sweet and naive way of innocence would nevermake you believe for a second that she was tearing into someone's throat and lapping up the contents. But there was no way in hell he was going to let Seras know that. She was his blood after all and it would be stupid to let his guard down even once for this young nun whom was although a child herself, would live for a thousand years. Unfortunely, Maxwell had told him the moment he came back from London that Integra would send them here to investigate the vampire attack on his orphans, but he never said how it would be done.

He lowered the blade, but kept the tip aimed around her chest.

"One false move, or your master makes a wrong move on me or anyone here young or old," he threatened,"and I will blow the whistle on your little undercover operation, you understand, then I will take my blade and cut your pretty little face down the center and rip out your brains to feed to the crows-" he edged closer-"and then take your master and force his head down in a vat of holy water until his whole head is submerged and he is sputtering; kicking for breath as I feel his body grow still beneath my grip, capiche?"

Seras grinned nervously,"Yes Father Anderson, I understand perfectly."

"God, I am going to hate this," he muttered coldy,"but I guess I have no choice but to tolerate it for now."

He backed towards the door and opened it up.

"Just make sure that Alucard stays out of my way." he finished just as he slid through the doorway.

Seras let out a deep sigh of relief as she heard his footsteps getting further and further away from her room.

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Sonofanbitch!

Alucard felt his body rocking back and forth as the coffin was rocked this way and that during the plane's turbulence. He hated to think what Sir Integra had in mind when upon arriving at the airport two people disguised as baggage handlers would paid to "accidently lose the coffin" among the pile of other luggage. It was risky but it as Integra said,"The chances of it happening are very high now...that is why it won't fail." He still hated it. The coffin was his pride and joy, he would kill anyone who messed with it and his brain was racked trying to find a nice hiding place near the orphanage where no one would find it.

Lord help anyone if there were a few scratches or dents on it.

Or Lord help Anderson if he ever touched it.

A pretty hard turbulance sent him banging against the side of the coffin luckily it was padded on the side but he could still feel the hard wood against the cold smooth fabric every time his head banged up against it. That among other things was the reason why he hated traveling INSIDE his coffin and not on the outside. He tilted his hat forward over his eyes like the cowboys resting against a post in those old western movies and desperately attempted to sleep throughout the whole trip.

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It was peaceful, the wolves called out to thier lunar mother, and the crickets serenade his ears as he laid in his open casket. Full from the great hunt that had left him satisfied and content. Now all that was left to do for the rest of the night was listen to his nocturnal breathen with his hands laced behind his mane of dark wavey hair and one leg resting over the other (he didn't worry about pins and needles since he had no blood in his own body to cease any momentary circulation) feeling the cold dead air of the decaying catacomb caress his bare chest. He was wearing nothing but his pants. After hours of traveling in even his most casual yet fine attire it was more liberating to remove those stuffy clothes and enjoy the time one has to himself.

He could hear her dainty footsteps walking over the fallen debris of broken cobble and dry moldy bones coming towards her.

The soft rustle of her petticoat drew his eyes upwards to the ceiling buried in sticky cobweb as a young woman's face stared down at him like a perverbial angel from Heaven. Long locks of yellow hair tickled the sides of his face the closer she drew towards him. Somewhere deep into his subconscience, he wanted to say it was Integra, that the golden-haired maiden was giving in to her passionate desire but in his dream...or was it a dream...he spoke to her like she was not his master at all.

"I thought you were in your own coffin my bridal beauty?"

The woman slide into his coffin and nuzzled up against his body wrapping her slender arms around his narrow torso and cushioned her head into his chest.

"I was," she whispered in a prim victorian tone of voice,"but I like yours instead with you in it...when will she join us...?"

"Soon...very soon..."

She rubbed her cheeks against his cold skin. A warm wet tongue ran up and down his pecs purring seductively as he could make out the longing sensations of her fingers running down over his abs and trailing down upon the tightened fabric of his pants until he heard a sharp-

THHHHHHHURRRRRRRRRRR-RACK!

The dream was cut short and forgotten all in a instant when he felt his coffin rotating wildly out of control down what seemed to be a tilted incline plane, quickly he pressed his hands out against the side of his confinement and braced himself for the ultimate impact of his landing which resulted in him facing the thin velvet lining of his lid. He cursed a word that would make even the most conservative of people blush and forced himself to move his body back and forth to turn his coffin righside up successfully. That was the first embrassement, the second one was quite minor and went down in a about a second or two. However, the awkard awakenings were nothing compared to the couriousity of his dream: never had he dreamed of a most beautiful woman than his master Integra, and never had it felt more real, almost as if it was a mere memory of a event long since past then anything his deceased subconscience could imagine up for him. He attempted to remember it all now but alas as with any other dream it was gone in a flash and he let out a groan just as he pushed the lid off of his coffin and stepped out of it.

He found himself in a wooded area down the revine of a hillside which dipped sharply by a winding road. The faint sound of a motor car was drowned out by the call of evening birds which signified that (luckly for him) the sun had already set and he could safely move his coffin near a hiding spot close to Ferdinant's Luke. Checking to make sure that there were no dents or unslighty scratches on the hard surface of his sanctuary, he used his vampiric strength to pick up the coffin carefully and carry it toward where the bell tower of the orphange building peered out through the canopy.

Who was she...?

Who was whom Alucard?

It was Integra

Nothing my master...

I suggest that you and Seras keep your thoughts clear for communication while you are in Italy is that understood?

Yes my master.

Good, I will not tolerate idle daydreaming while on assignment!

I am about a mile to the building master, he went on to think, and just in time to see the sun set I might add, if the vampire is going to be out, better time than now to catch her.

So I take it operation "lose luggage" went as planned?

Yes...yes it did...

He noticed that Integra had put up the barrier, which meant that now the communication was out, and he was not speaking with her telepathically. It was the only way that he and Seras would relay to thier boss any information they gathered in thier investigation. So musings, fantasies, and ponderings were not allowed as to make sure nothing important was mixed up in the mental fray. Sir Integra was bound and determined to vanquish this vampire as spite to the Vatican, she believed it would be a great triumph and insult that her team destroyed a vampire on thier turf; a vampire that had eluded them for as long as the problem arose.

He kept going, until he was at the edge of the woods near Ferdinant's Luke Orphanage. The forest edge was a interweaving of thicketed branches that criss-cross each other surrounded by nettle beds. The perfect place to hide his coffin away from any nosy children or parishoners. Since vampires were not septible to the oils irritating thier skin he could hide his coffin within the bed and move about it without any trouble at all. The sky was growing darker and darker as the stars began to come out. While he admired his work hiding his coffin, he felt a presence behind him; looking over his shoulder he spied the back of a nun hunched over picking flowers some ways off.

"I guess I derserve a little break," he snickered,"if only for a while."

He used his blackish morphing ability to sneak up upon the young unsuspecting mortal sister and appeared directly behind her with his teeth bared in a fiendish grin and his eyes beaming that glowing embers. Alucard licked his chops and leaned over feeling his fingers into the loose cloth of her whipple. Being close enough he could sense she was without her catholic protective barrier-her rosary was no where to be found on her.

"Shouldn't you be inside saying your prayers?" he purred as he grasped her by the shoulders and turned her around to face him.

"MASTER!" The nun screamed.

It was not a unknown nun he could play with, but instead his fledgling Seras that dropped the bundle of flowers she was picking as centerpieces for the caferteria tables, she pushed him away with her empty hands and got down on her knees to pick up the flowers.

"Well, if it isn't Sister Mary," Alucard mocked,"glad to see you showed up."

"Becareful," she warned,"Father Anderson knows we are here and he is eager to see us fail."

"That is not what I am concerned with," scoffed her master,"what have you found so far?"

"Nothing yet," she answered bundling them up in her arms,"anything I should look for?"

Alucard gave her the same profile description that he gave Integra back at the manor.

"...that leaves out the priests and male workers in here," replied Seras,"narrowing it down to the nuns, but if she was a vampire, than...than wouldn't she stick out like a sore thumb being a vampire and all?"

"Did the priest in Cheddar stick out like a sore thumb to you?"

Seras shook her head hoping not to bring up that horrible memory which Alucard could sense she was trying to suppress. Although it signified her second life, it was also the moment she disappeared from the human world and lost all her friends in D-11. Seras always kicked herself thinking how gullible she was for even thinking that vampire was a man of god in the first place, that the rule about vampires and churches was real. If it wasn't than she would have been a ghoul instead of a vampire.

"Well, no, no I..."

"Good," Alucard interjected,"and don't try to remember it right now, when we are on oversea missions we must keep the field of telecommunication open for her and Walter, that means no going off into 'La La' land while we are here."

Just then, they heard the sound of bells from the tower ringing.

"Oh no," Seras gasped,"that is the bell for dinner, I have to go into the kitchen and get things ready, I will convene with you later master."

She turned on her heels and headed up to the orphanage as fast as she could leaving Alucard on his own hearing his amused chuckles as she reached the side door and slipped inside. When she paused to look and see if he was still there, the spot where Alucard was standing was empty save for the blades of grass moving in the wind.

TBC