A/N: Here it is; the sequel to Lost in Shadows. More about Alucard's past will be revealed in this story that hadn't been revealed in the first one. As well as some other interesting twists. I apologize in advance for this chapter being so short, but I felt that it ended off at a good point. I'll try to have the other chapters longer and more in depth. I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Only the OCs

"Hi," came a small, timid voice.

Alucard looked up to see a pretty young woman with short blonde hair and crystal blue eyes standing before him. "Hi," he replied back.

The woman held out her hand. "I'm Paige Johnson."

Alucard took her hand and shook it. "Alucard. Sorry I don't have a last name to give you."

Paige smiled. "That's okay. I heard you're new to Toronto."

Alucard looked around the police station. He had only been in Toronto for a couple of weeks, but it was already starting to feel like home.

"Heard about the rookie cop from Nowhere, huh?" Alucard joked.

Paige chuckled. "My brother's a detective with Homicide. And he knows everyone here. So, when there's a new guy, it's not long before he's telling people about it," she explained.

Alucard nodded. "I see. So, what's your brother's name? So, I can be sure to make myself scarce when he's around."

Paige laughed. "His name is Scott. And, he's not that bad. The Toronto P.D. is his second family. He'll treat you as good as gold," she said. She grew shy. "But, maybe, I can...show you around the city sometime," Paige offered.

Alucard smiled. "That would be great. I'd like that."

Paige nodded. "It's a date," she said. "See ya."

Alucard watched her walk away.

"Oh, one more thing," Paige said, without turning around. "It's time to take a breath."

She opened the door and a tidal wave came crashing through the doors.

Alucard was forced back to reality when he was pulled from a tank of water. He coughed and gasped for air. He was strapped to a table that was suspended by four chains. His chest burned with each cough. Above him, standing at a control panel, were Bishop and Shredder. Bishop looked to be enjoying himself while Shredder looked like he wanted to kill someone.

"You said he would talk," Shredder growled.

"He will," Bishop assured him. "This is the best way to guarantee he'll talk."

"All you are doing is giving him a bath," Shredder sneered.

Bishop gave him an impatient look. "I created him. I know him best. He still remembers the creation tank. He woke up prematurely and nearly drowned because of panic. Since then he's had an absolute, paralysing fear of being submerged in water. It's physical, as well as psychological torture for him."

Alucard panted for breath. He tugged at the straps around his wrists and ankles, but they wouldn't give. "Why don't you just kill me, now?" he called up. "I'll never tell you what you want to know."

"Never say never, Alucard," Bishop called back down. "You'll talk. One way or another, you'll talk."

He pulled a lever and the table, along with Alucard, was submerged in the tank again. It took everything within Alucard not to panic. Scenes from the genetics lab flashed through his memories. The lab, the creation tank; everything came rushing back, things he had fought so hard to forget.

He wasn't going to talk. They were going to have to kill him. Alucard closed his eyes and drifted back into the realm of his memories; a time when it was peaceful and everything was good. Through the water, Alucard could hear the muffled sounds of a door opening and people talking. One was a female voice, the other belonged to Shredder.

"He's not going to talk if you keep torturing him," Karai said.

"This is none of your concern, Karai," Shredder told her.

"He'll be too traumatized to talk," Karai argued. "You've been at this for hours. Can't you see he'd rather die than to tell you anything?"

Shredder gave his daughter a dangerous look. "Watch your tongue, Karai," he warned.

Karai swallowed nervously, but didn't back down. "Give him a break. Let me talk to him, somewhere other than this lab. I can make him talk. Just give me two days."

Shredder and Bishop glanced at each other, both contemplating the offer.

"Two days," Karai repeated. "Please."

Shredder turned back to her. "You have one," he said.

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