A/N: Forgive me! I had to delete this story to upload it again because the way it was being posted was so confusing... and irritating (O_O) This is not as simple as i thought it was. SO I rushed off to YOUTUBE to find out how to work all of it out. Now I can satisfyingly say that this will not happen again... maybe... I went through and made a couple changes to the first chapter because my inner perfectionist said to and what she demands I give -_- So now i hope you enjoy the story~ I DO NOT OWN HELLSING! I'M JUST TWISTING IT INTO WHAT I WOULD HAVE LIKED IT TO BE ^~^
'Personal thoughts'
'Telepathy'
Her mother was crying silently, putting her finger to her lips in an attempt to soothe her little sister. "Caitlin, listen to mommy okay? Listen very well to what mommy
is about to say!" Shouts came from the living room and Caitlin felt a shiver run down her spine. Being an overly intelligent five year old sometimes cost bits and pieces of her innocence.
Understanding had come immediately that this was not a practice test, it was the real deal, when her mother had rushed into the play room
where little Eilis entertained herself while Caitlin proudly fulfilled her duty of being her sisters' protector.
Mother was sickly pale and tears were building in her eyes, but they did not fall until the sound of the front door breaking reached their ears. The noise had startled Eilis
and she opened her mouth to wail. She was stopped by her mother's hand covering her mouth. "Take your sister, and go into the cupboard!"
A savage frown made its way onto Caitlin's face. "But Moth..." "Don't argue with me! GO NOW!" Processing all this information within seconds she came to the
conclusion that her own priority was her little sister, therefore she had to make sure above everything else that she was safe. Grabbing hold of Eilis, Caitlin hurried into
the cupboard quietly humming to calm her overwhelmed sibling. There were more shouts and then there was a loud bang. Caitlin's eyes went as wide as saucers, and
fear unlike any she had ever known filled her when she realized the bug thump after the bang was no doubt her father's body. She could only conclude such because of
the fact there were other men laughing and she could no longer hear her father's defensive shouts. A tear slipped down her face. 'Daddy…'
Caitlin D'Arcy, now only known as Adalyn, jerked up as she woke, only to smash her head into her coffin lid. 'FUCK!' A long suffering sigh slipped past her lips.
'Brat, My Master calls, we have a mission, get a move on. Even the Police Girl is already up and about.'
A grimace made its way on to her face as the man she called Master, the sane No-Life King Damaskis, forced her into getting out of her coffin. 'Yes My Master.'
It was a good thing she was able to block her emotions off from their bond, else her Master would be undeniably curious and try to find the source of the
current agony she felt. 'What a disastrous situation that would be.' To Adalyn, on the day her Master gave her new life or un-life if you so prefer, Caitlin D'Arcy
died along with all responsibilities she once held so dear. 'Well now is not the time to reminisce on people long gone, and memories better left forgotten.'
Pressing a button on the right side of her coffin, oh how she adored the black silk lining, the lid was lifted and moved to the left where it settled peacefully on
the white tile floor. Standing up and stretching she heard her bones popping as they were stretched. Stepping out of her coffin she pressed a certain tile with
her heel, and observed with tickling amusement as the lid was once again put into place. 'I am such a genius, to think of hiding my coffin in plain sight.' If
her thoughts were unbearably smug she paid no mind as she moved her night stand back to where it protected the pressure plate from any wandering feet.
'Brat, if you do not hurry yourself I will have you back in the mansion along with the rest of us instead of that Crypt you are so fond of.' 'Yes Master, just
give me a moment would you. I haven't even eaten yet.' 'Are you talking back Childe?'
The silkily purred question made her eye twitch once before she
pulled her emotions into a metaphorical lockbox and snapped it shut. 'No My Master, I would not do such a thing.'
'This early in the evening, I would love to pull a Sir Integra and blow your brains all over the wall you arrogant ass.' 'Such a well behaved fledging I
have.' A snicker escaped her lips before she reigned in her amusement. Stopping at her vanity to look at herself, pretty mane of a soft toned brown and baby
fangs, 'I'm so adorable!', she grabbed the pure silver cross that hung from the top of the mirror and put it on. She hurriedly dressed; deep purple tank top and
a button up long sleeve shirt of the same color, standard Hellsing military black pants, and her favorite pair of combat boots, making sure the religious symbol
was under her shirt.
Her stomach rumbled loudly and she scowled at the thought of walking from the cemetery, where her crypt was located, all the way to the manor. 'That would
take way to freaking long. I would be completely out of energy by the time I made it to the manor.' See the one thing about Adalyn that drove anyone
that worked with her up the wall - especially her easily irritated Master-, was the simple fact that when she was hungry, she became unbearably lazy with
simply no motivation to get anything done until she had eaten her fill. Concentrating on her powers, 'Evil Powers of Never Ending Doom Muhahaha.' the
world faded into darkness as she was teleported, 'It's called teleportation, Master has no idea what he is talking about!' to the front doors of the majestic
Hellsing Manor.
Luck was on her side when no one noticed her use of powers, Not Lord Alucard and not her stuffy arrogant Master, and she thought of doing a quick victory
dance. The rumble from her stomach was even louder than before. 'Finally Brat, if you were going to be any longer I was going to send Alucard to come
torment you.' 'MASTER! Why would you even say something like that?!' 'For shits and giggles, that's why. Walter has three blood packs for you in My
Master's office. Hurry and I won't eat them.'
An animalistic growl escaped her throat. One of her major pet peeves was someone eating her food, 'I am NOT a glutton no matter what everyone says!',
as she pushed open the front doors with force she looked up at the full bright moon in the sky. "What a wonderful night this will be." If her tone was sarcastic,
well with a snobby Master such as hers, who could blame her.
MUHAHAHAHAH! I WIN! While in the process of editing the document I figured out how to fix the spacing problem, the simple things elude me-Looked down to the right bottom half and damn near exploded with rage after tirelessly trying to figure out the spaces thing-but I have come out as the Winner. *Vash the Stampede Peace Sign* Unfortunately readers I am not capable of perfection, since alas, I am but a mere human. Please bare with me as I figure out how to fix everything! Thank you for reading~