<div align="center">(http://squatsydney.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/alucard_looking_quite_devious_by_kawaii_nic-png.jpg)</div><br/>Alucard sat in a chair that was identical to the one that he'd been using some fifty years earlier when he'd first taken to service of Sir Integra.   And when he'd turned the naive young Seras Victoria into a vampire.   He'd watched her grow from a newborn vampire into a powerful Nosferatu, one of the many things that brought a smile to his undead face.<br/><br/>As always, he sat in his chair.  He sipped wine, this particular vintage no more than twenty years old.   He watched over the occupants and employees of Hellsing, including both the new mistress and with one eye on Seras.  His favorite hat and glasses sat on the table just within arms reach, not forgotten or glossed over.  The years had brought upgrades to both the Casull and the Jackal, yet both remained unusable by any other than one like himself.<br/><br/>This evening looked to be a perhaps regrettable calm that had lasted too long for his taste.   Perhaps with the arrival of Iscariot things would perk up.   After all, he hadn't had a good fight like the ones with Anderson in years.<br/><br/>Alucard was, as always, Alucard.   As timeless and ageless as he'd always been.