The next part of my Hellsing Fanfic! This may be a little confusing, but it switches back and forth from time periods, depending on the character's POV. Just a friendly warning! Soarece and "Pisica" timeline is different than Integra's and the rest of them. About halfway down, the spell-check broke! So sorry if anything comes up.

I turned over, my eyes closed. I hesitantly opened them a crack, and almost screamed. It was so bright. Whimpering, I closed them all the way again. I smelled burning things, and almost gagged. The stench of burned flesh and metal seemed to scour the insides of my nose, and I held my hand over it. I heard running water, and painfully sat up. It still hurt too much to try and open my eyes. So I felt around with my hand, encountering nothing but twisted shards and my own body. I crawled towards the sound, feeling the sharp edges cut into my hands and knees.

I dipped my hand into a running stream, and sighed in relief. It eased the pain, and I slipped my whole body in. I lay there, not even counting the pass of time. My brow suddenly creased in a frown. Why do I hurt so much? I lifted a hand out of the water and felt my face. I felt rough, and bumpy, and I figured that must be my open wounds, since it hurt when I touched them. My eyes felt the same, and I wondered why it hurt to open them. Wait… who am I? How do I know this is what they normally feel like! I can't remember anything!

Unknown's POV:

I hurt so much. The water ran over me, and I still hurt. Ideas and words floated around in my head, but I couldn't remember anything, just waking up to this pain. I slowly got up, thinking. I can't stay here, this is a bad place. I don't know how I knew that, but I did. I stumbled, my eyes still tightly shut against the pain. I heard voices, speaking some foreign tongue. I tried opening my eyes again, but it still hurt. I could see now, and what I saw were trees. I was standing by a stream in a forest, and the moon was far overhead. I winced and averted my eyes. Even the moons gentle light, reflecting over the surface of the water, burned my eyes with its brightness.

The voices were coming closer. I quickly scrambled up a tree, not even knowing why I did so. People passed below me, heading for a spot further up the mountain. I followed them with my eyes, and gasped when I saw the plume of smoke they were heading for. I started shaking. FIRE. Fire was a scary thought, for some reason. I closed my eyes, and saw leaping flames, and immediately opened them. FIRE. I quickly stood on the branch, feeling it sway gently in the breeze. I began jumping from tree to tree, heading away from the smoke and the all consuming thought of FIRE.

Integra's POV:

I took a deep pull from my cigar. It was one of the catnip ones Zara had given me, and I felt the familiar flash of pain, remembering her. It had been three years since she had died, and everyone still remembered. Especially Alucard. I winced. He had been very, well, the only way to describe it would be aggressive, since she died. He still had the necklace she had always worn, and I had a shrewd guess he was the one that gave it to her.

No one ever dared to say as much to his face, however. One of the doctors had mentioned that he might want to stop being in such close contact with it, because it had such a high silver content, and he was still seeing a psychologist every week for nightmares. The others never mentioned her, because they all missed her as well. Techno was still in command, and had been rather good at it, despite the fact he was still ticking everyone off at regular intervals.

Unknown's POV:

I limped quietly into an alley, hoping there was some food in the dumpster. I had been in this city for an hour already. The street lights burned my eyes, so I kept them closed. Will I ever be able to see again? I shook my head, feeling woozy. There was someone else there, and I felt a surge of disappointment. I opened my mouth to ask for help, but the only sound I could make was a hoarse cough. She, it was a she, turned, and let out a shriek. I backed away, holding my hands out. "Get away from me, whatever you are!" she screamed, holding up a pocketknife.

I blinked. Whatever I was? I tried again to talk. This time I managed an "I just want some food." although my voice was rough and raspy, like I had been strangled. She blinked, obviously not comprehending what I said. "You…talk?" I felt confused. "Why…" I broke out coughing, and she looked concerned. I tried again. "Why wouldn't I?" She raised both eyebrows sardonically. "You haven't seen a mirror lately, have you?" I shook my head. She shrugged and held out an apple. "My name's Soarece, what's yours?" she said, watching me snatch it and start eating.

I shook my head again, closing my aching eyes. "Don't know." When I had swallowed the last bite of the apple, she held out her hand. "Want to be partners?" I nodded, taking her hand and letting her shake it. "I'll call you Pisica, since you have cat eyes." I blinked. She reached into her pocket, and took out a shard of some reflective surface. I tilted it, looked at my face. I had some bad scratch marks, but they would probably heal eventually. My eyes... I jerked back. My eyes were a bright purple, with slitted cats pupils. What am I!?

Soarece's POV:

Pisica watched as I opened the door to my run down shack. I smiled at her encoragingly, seeing her caution. I had no idea who she really was, but she moved like a born thief. Or a cat. I thought. I pushed open the curtains, flooding the shack with light. Pisica yelped and covered her eyes. I immediatly yanked them closed agian, hearing her sigh of relief. "First things first, we need to get you some sunglasses." I told her, and she nodded. About ten minutes later, a shop that catered to blind people was missing a frame and several dozen lenses.

I gave her the finished product, which was a set of sunglasses that completely blocked out all light. "And here," I said, pointing it out. "You can take the lenses out as you adjust." She turned it over in her hands. "These look just like…um…" I saw her eyes go blank. "Just like…" I cocked my head. "Just like whose?" She shook her head, as if trying to remember something. "I don't know. I saw them, and I thought, these look just like his, only black, but when I tried to remember who my mind went blank."

I shrugged. "Well, if you've got amnesia, I don't know how to help you." She put them on, and I could see her shoulders relax, like the light had hurt her more than I realized. "I don't know what to do either. But you said we were partners, what are we going to be doing?" I blushed. "We, well, we're going to be pickpocketing." She stared at me, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. When she had those glasses on, she looked like some kind of government agent, and I couldn't see her eyes at all. "That's all? You were looking like we were murderers." She rasped, smiling slightly. I rolled my eyes. "Please, what kind of kid kills people?"

She shrugged. "Well, remember, my memory starts about a day ago. I have no idea what people do here." I snickered, and she glared at me. At least I think she did. "I'm not blind, just very light-sensitive." She snapped, seeing my expression of mirth. I stopped smiling with an effort. "Get some sleep." I said, pointing to a blanket that was right next to my tiny bed. She nodded, dragging it over to the door and laying down. She yawned, and I copied her. "Night Soarece." She mumbled, still sonding raspy. "Night Pisica." I said, snuglling under my covers.

Pisica's POV:

I looked around, seeing blackness stretch out in front of me. Where am I? Images flashed by, swirling and dipping like a flock of birds, and just as hard to catch. Red eyes, running, cliff! Falling down, down, down, and a painful crunch as I hit the ground. I blinked, jerking away, accidently running into another image. Someone holding onto me, protecting me, and a smell like ozone and blood. I fell, trying to block out all the images. Heat, fire, pain, death! A sinking into darkness, feeling my life slip away… a voice calling my name, saying-

I jerked awake, panting and sweating hard. I almost had it. Then I blinked. Had what? What was I dreaming about? My memory swirled in my head, and then settled. The only thing I remembered were those vivid red eyes. There's no way a human could have those eyes. I put a hand to my cheek, rubbing under my glasses. My eyes aren't human either. What am I?! Soarece was staring at me. "You remember something?" I blinked, then shook my head. "Yes, well, no. I remember eyes. Red ones."

She frowned "An insomniac maybe? Somone who didn't sleep much? Sound familiar?" I shook my head. "No, like red eyes. Like mine are purple." She raised her eyebrows. "That definetly is someone I don't know." I smiled at her gratefully. " It doesn't matter. What do we do now? I'm hungry." She helped me stand up. "Right now we go dumpster diving for breakfast." She led the way outside, and I silently thanked her for my glasses. I could see, without burning my retinas out. For instance, right now, I could tell the expressions on all the people staring at me.

"Why is everyone staring at me like this?" I asked her, and she looked around, startled. "You walk funny. And people don't know you can see, and they're surprised to see a blind person move so casually." I made a noncommittal sound and looked back at the people, who suddenly found better things to do. This is fun. We came to a restaurant and I saw the people inside, all of whom looked like they had much more money than we did. Soarece led the way around the back, and there was a dumpster filled full with leftover scraps.

"People just leave all this?" I asked, staring at the bounty before us. She shrugged, digging out an almost untouched pie and tossing it to me. "Yep. Eat up, we're the first ones here today." I frowned at the "first ones here" part, but started eating. Before either of us had finished, a group of kids, all older than Soarece, walked into the alley. "Back off runt." One said, throwing her into the wall. I brushed crumbs off my front. "Leave her alone." I said, cramming the last bit of pie in my mouth. They all stared at me, before bursting out laughing.

"You too." One said, moving to push me away from the dumpster. I held my ground. "No." They all snarled and moved close to me, and Soarece said pleadingly "Pisica, please, back off. It isn't worth it." The one who seemed to be the leader shoved me. "Yeah, before we pull your whiskers off." I felt a red haze come over my vision. "You back off." I said between gritted teeth. They all laughed, and closed in around me. One held a knife, lightly pressing it against my cheek. "I'll give you the count of three." He said in a soft, reasoning tone. "One."

I glanced around, assessing where each of them stood. "Two." Soarece was staring at me. "Three." I whipped both legs out, knocking two of the gang of the ground. I ducked under his knife thrust, grabbing the handle and wrenching him over my shoulder. He went flying, knocking over the others, who were getting to their feet. They all sprawled on the ground, and Soarece cheered. They looked at the knife in my hands, and left. "How'd you move so fast?" she asked. I shrugged casually. "I don't think I was moving all that fast. What do we do now?"

She looked at the knife in my hand. "Well, for starters, we pawn that. Good quality, very expensive. We can get you some new clothes and stuff like that." And so, about three hours later, I was wearing some clothes that weren't covered in mud and blood, and I had discovered I was covered in knives. "Do we pawn these?" I asked, showing her a few of them. I was feeling reluctant to do so, for some odd reason .She looked at them critically. "No, if you had them, we should keep them. They might help you remember." I nodded, feeling much better somehow.

We strolled along and I saw an older man, covered in fancy looking chains, and wearing a furry coat stroll out from an imposing building. Soarece tensed next to me. "Walk beside him, and ask if you can have some money." She whispered in my ear, then disappeared into the crowd. I came up to the man, and said "Excuse me sir, but can I have some spare change? Please?" He glared down his nose at me, despite the fact we were the same height, and said stiffly "I think not. Be gone, street urchin." He turned on his heel and marched away.

I saw Soarece slip by him, and apologize, then walk straight back to me. "I think we can buy you a bed of your own now." She said, flipping through the man's fat wallet. I giggled. "Can I try?" I said enthusiastically. "Yeah, why not?" she pointed to another man walking out from what I supposed was a bank. "Put your hand in his pocket and take out what you find. If he catches you, make a run for it and meet me back at the shack." I nodded. "Right."

I stalked my target, waiting. He didn't notice me, and I gently put my hand in one of his pockets, taking out a few tens. I did the same to several other people, and met Soarece in the back of another alley. "Wow, you're good." She said, looking over my small pile of bills. I shrugged. "It was pretty easy." She patted my back. "Don't downplay yourself. You're like a ninja." I blushed. "Thanks." We strolled casually out of the alley, and I spotted a woman with a gaggle of children, looking despairingly at a piece of paper she held in her hand. I tapped Soarece's shoulder. "What's wrong with her?" I said, pointing.

Soarece looked sad. "That's one of our neighbors. She had so many kids, she can barely pay rent. Looks like the bills have finally caught up with her." I didn't even question the impulse that made me grab as many of the bills as I could, and walk over to the neighbor-lady. "Here" I said, shoving them all in her hands. She looked at me, startled, then counted out the bills. When she was done, she looked up at me, eyes shining, and threw her arms around my neck. "Thank you." She said, sobbing a little. I let her become self-conscious and back off. "No problem." I said, turning and walking back to Soarece.

She was staring at me too. "What?" I asked, feeling irritable. "You've just given her our dinner money." She said quietly. I pointed my chin at her defensively. "So? She needed it more than we did." I turned and began heading back to our shack. Soarece chuckled and fell into step next to me. "I just hope you won't be making a habit of this." I shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not."

Pisica is Romanian for cat, which fit rather well for her. I'm sure you are all waiting for her to re-meet Alucard. I'm working on it. Amnesia is hard to write, I keep having to check for disjointed flashbacks. Oh well, what do you think? I'm still working on which ideas I do or do not want to use. I let you know when I've settled on a plotline! Review, Request, Rcomment! Auf Wedersien!