Yeah, that's RIGHT. And even more fun for Alucard? It's off to live in the SUNNY STATE, BABY! (California, if you don't know)

--It's gets better as you read on in the story--

California. The sunny state. Yeah, right. That's why at 3:37 A.M., on an obnoxiously early Tuesday morning in cold December, Southern Californians we're all blissfully un-aware that their million dollor pools were currently overflowing.

Except for one. Well, probably more than one, but just to add to the drama, as unnessassary as it may be, why don't we all pretend only one person notices? This 'one person' had, of course, a name. It was, as odd as it was, Luca. Or more properly, Lucrecia Sable Hellsing.

She's wasn't your average teenage girl, or at least, she'd like to say that, despite the snide voice in her head that told her she was being a stuck up, immodest bitch for saying that. Minding she was only thirteen, she did something that some teenagers- even the ocassional adult- seemed to refuse, or even sadder, be unable to do. Use what burned twenty percent of her daily calories. Yes, that's right, she used her brain. To think. She was one of hopefully a majority, a rebel against a-not-so-completely-unheard-of trend. Which was, ironically, to be fat, broke, and stupid. Amazing, isn't it? Even in the dark of society, there is light, only most are blind to it.

Sucks, doesn't it?

"Luca... go to bed already, damnit... freaking vampire... It's three A.M." Luca sighed at her older sister as she turned around, heading back to her room.

"Never was a night owl..." Luca got up with her book, moving out of her unusually cold room, opting to head outside - in the rain- rather than to stay her own room with her book, which happened to be one of many books lining a bookself, ranging from Dracula, Lord of the Rings, The Art of War, Handy Weather answers, to Human Body Language, Human Anatomy, 48 Laws of Power, and more. The unusual collection of books would make any normal person wonder what this girl planned to do with her future, and wether or not it involved world domonation.

Or a killing spree. One or another. Luca sat in a large wooden chair, looking at the dark ground barely a yard away, as it flooded the weak drains, beating them into submission. She continued reading her book from the safely of the backyard porch. Chiropractice Refrence of the Human Spine. She flipped through the pages idly, not bothering to read them. It was too late to read properly. She got up, staring at the gentle ebb and flow of the black mass of the pool. She turned around, opening the book once more, glancing at the page before snapping the book shut and heading for her room.

"Sleepy time, I suppose," a child's cutely-off grammar leaking into her otherwise overly stotic and mature mind.

Luca quietly closed and locked her door, not giving the duct-taped-wrapped metal bat a second thought, it was always in the same spot. Right where she put it. Like all her other weapons. Down to the two throwing knifes in her sock drawer, which weren't there to throw (she vaugley reminded herself to eventually learn to properly throw them), but rather bacause the thin blades were easy to hide and handle. It wasn't parionia... she was just being... prepared, yes, that was the word.

Luca set the book to it's original place on her tall, thin bookshelf, deciding it wasn't worth it to change into some form of night clothes. It was Christmas break after all. Grandmother, when were they going to see her, again? Her tired brain worked quickly, trying to remember. They weren't going to Grandmothers for another two days. Bloody airplane flight... but... getting to explore the Manor was a rare oppertunity, even if it was only to discuss what Luca assumed to be her will. She was barely even seventy, and almost unnaturally healthy.

And she had asked them to come, which was even odder, did she think she was going to die soon or something? She let a smile twist her face, elderly worries, the chances of that were slim, unless she had become seriously ill while they had gone... Luca's smile vanished. Was that it? A horrible illness had taken her? Or maybe, Grandmother was just being cautious... Luca closed her eyes and ungracefully foced air through closed lips, making the sound a young child might make trying to immitate a car or boat as she flopped onto her bed, snuggling under her crimson covers.

"We'll find out when we get there," no use dwelling on it. She'd said she had something special to give her when she got there...

"WAKE UP! It's nearly noon!" Luca's father shouted through the closed door.

"Okay..." Luca's sleepy voice sounded through the thick door. She got up, wondering what day it was. 'Still Tuesday' Her mind answered her. 'We're going to see grandmother on... Thursday.' "Joy..."

Luca got up, still in her clothes from earlier that morning. She lazily walked to her closet to pick a shirt of some kind. Grabbing a plain, loose, red tank top, she trudged over to her dresser this time, to pick a pair of pants, before realizing she could get away with wearing the same jeans for the day. She quickly stripped and redressed, wondering what there was to do today.

Read? No, that was getting boring. Something physical, she's been getting lazy and her high metabolism wouldn't be able to burn all that extra fat forever. But what to do? Wait. Just walk to school.

No, Winter Break, no school for two-and-a-half weeks. She'd been completely lazy this first week, trudging around the house, even after getting and exchanging their early Christmas presents. Well, video games would do for today, she'd exersize at her Grandmother's house. Manor. Thing.

"Sora, where's the P.S. two?" She shouted absently, walking into the kitchen.

"Living room! Duh..." Luca rolled her eyes, never hurt to check, right? She strolled down the hall and up the stairs to the middle of the long, two story house.

"Hey wanna go two player?" Sora asked, waiting untill just the moment finished set the console up.

"Sure... You'll still kick my ass, though," Luca summarized, and here she'd been hoping to practice...

"You bet I will."

"Hey! SORA! Go make dinner!" The girls heard there father say, enabling Luca enogh time to kill her sister.

"Ha!"

"Wha-? Aww... C'mon! Not fair!" Sora pouted.

"All's fair in love and war." Luca chided, a crazy-happy grin on her face.

"I swear, it's creepy how well you can look insane..." Sora grinned, making both girls laugh.

"Go, make dinner." Luca managed to say through laughes.

Sora's grin dissappeared quickly, a glint in her eye. Luca's eyes narrowed, this couldn't be good for her. "Hey DAD! Luca says she wants to help!"

"Damnit all! No I did not!" Luca retorted

"Will you two stop fighting and make the damned dinner? I'm starving." Their father demanded, rubbing his stomach in emphasis as he stood in the doorway.

"Sheesh dad, calm down, c'mon Luca, be better go do as the troll demends." She said the grin back on her face. He rolled his eyes and gave her a harder-than-nessassary shove twords the kitchen downstairs.

"So, what do you feel like eating?" Sora asked

"Hm... Well, it's been raining lately, so how about soup?"

"Sure, we're out of the canned kind, though..."

Luca let and half-crazy grin slip onto her face. "Improvise?"

"Sweet. Where's the syrup?"

"Dunno, do we have steak?"

"Yep."

"Cool, cool..." The girls got busy trading random bits of informaion while cooking the new breed of 'soup.' Twenty minutes later, they had made something suprisingly edible. Well, supposedly, anyway.

"Should we throw in this cabbage stuff now?"

"Nah, it looks like it'll cook to fast, later. What's it called, anyway?" Luca ased, they looked like overly-green-mini-cabbages.

"No idea." Sora said, shrugging.

"That's always helpful..."

"'Ain't it?"

"The soup ready yet, girls?"

"Yeah, probably. Try it." He grabbed a bowl and served himself. Blowing on it a second before testing it.

"It's good. I assume neither of you wanna dine together?" He was met with raised eyebrows. He left without another word, taking the bowl and spoon with him. The two girls did likewise, abandoning the game for their respective rooms. Sora and their father heading to the right side of the house, and Luca to the left via stairs.

"Well, so much for being pyhsical, today." Luca mumbled to herself, what time was it? Six, already? Luca opened the door to her room, the only source of fading light coming from a tall window at the head of her bed. She set the soup down carefully on her computer desk to the right of her bed, next to a glass water bottle, tempted to reach over to her left and a pick a book from the tall shelf that loomed over her. "Nah..." Luca flopped onto her daybed.

It would be to much of an annoyance to reach over the backing of the elegant daybed to get a book. She leaned comfortably against the bed, using it as a couch, which as it happened to be, was it's second purpose, anyway. Luca grabbed the bowl, propping her feet on the rolling chair that she used the tip of her toe to pull across the large tiled floor.

Finishing her soup quickly, Luca replaced the bowl on her desk and got down to her usual buisness. Chipping the grout of the tile under her rug. She slipped off her bed, locked the door and put on a playlist of some sort. It didn't matter, as long as no one could hear her digging and scratching. She bent down under her bed, pulling her tools out. A knife, pick, hammer, brush, and a few others. She flipped the rug away and sat on it, begginning to once again pick at the grout, once she was done, she'd have to clean it up, break the tile, clean that up and set the grout at the perfect width to look like it was attached to the tile, but that wasn't a worry, paper would be used to seperate the two, with a inch gap (it would have to be broken off to make it look real) to enable the soon-to-be-unanchored tile to be lifted up.

Of course, it all had to look realist enough to fool anyone; none would know about it, and after it looked real, then, and only then, would the hard part start. She would have to dig through what would probably be at least a foot of foundation.

Why? To make a secret compartment, of course. Then after it was all done, she had to make sure it was sealed tight, so no water or unwanted chemicals would get in. Then, she was done. And she would of course, have to clean and properly dispose of everything, grout, tile, concrete, tools. Everything. Oh yes, she had thought this out. Didn't I tell you she used her brain?

"Finally..." She had finished chipping the grout She brushed the debris up quietly, wondering how to go about this tile destruction buisness. A hammer just by itself would be too loud... The pick? Yes, yes, that would work. She picked the hammer and pick up and began chipping away, being careful to not hit the other tiles and to be as quiet as she could be, turning the volume up slightly. She had to finish this tonight. If she didn't finish chipping the tile, someone might step of the half-gone tile and ask questions. And that would ruin all her planning... Luca picked up her pace to chip the tile. If she could do that, she might even be able to place the grout tonight..

8:43 PM

"Damn." She was nearly done, one corner remained left. The foot by foot tile has almost been completely obliterated, glue included. The concrete underneath the tile was nearly flawless despite her chipping. Finishing off the last few inches quickly, she grabbed the repacement tile, grout, and a few strips of foot-long paper. Centering the tile, she placed the paper against it and began filling in the grout. 'Hope this works...' She finished and stood up slowly, streching. She placed the rug next to the door, no letting it cover the tile. Or more importently, the drying grout.

She sighed, it was only 9:30 according to the clock, but she might as well catch up with her sleep. She shuffled toward her dresser, retrieving the black, loose silk pajama's and slipping them on, throwing the dirty laundry into a basket in the corner. She flopped onto her bed and reached to pull the only light source off with her teeth. A light just above her bed, a pull string attached to it. Sleepy time, indeed.

12:30

The red light glared down at her, opening her eyes, Luca sighed. She had woken up. 'Damnit all... oh well, I'll see if I can sleep.' She told herself, despite the feeling of impending doom in her gut. Was impending doom really anything but the future, anyway? She snuggled under her sheets, willing herself to sleep.

Blackness. Still night? No, closed eyes. Need to open them.. 8:42 A.M., Wednesday. One day untill doom.

-- revised or not, this chapter still needs help...--

Whee! So, is it any good? Hate it? Love it? Think it's utter trash? If so, tell me WHY, DAMNIT! Your opinions will decide if I continue! (well not really, but I like to think they help)