“That one is ours,” Integra snapped, her gun pointed to a low ranking Iscariot as he manhandled and wrestled you. He froze, you still in his grip, his knife still at your stomach.

Not even moments later, you heard an all too familiar laugh, the deep grumble of Integra’s vampire. Alucard. “It would do you some good to listen to my master, and release the girl.”