Hi! Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? I'm so sorry it's taking so long to get this done. I'm still on the second chapter, and the block is hitting me hard. Unfortunately, my homework load increased, and I just can't seem to get more work done on this fic! Now, I have some things I need to say, and it's gonna take a while. First: do not under any circumstances expect the same speedy updates and such as in the last fic. Second: if you are new to this fic, and have not read the first one, go do that. This is NOT the kind of sequel that can be read before the original. The original, by the way, is called 'My Meeting With Death'. Third: the first couple of chapters, maybe even the whole thing, are/is not as good as the first fic. Now, I must also ask about one of the characters to come up later in the story. I want a vote. The character is a demon. Or rather, a half demon, quarter human, quarter dragon fifteen year old girl. Her name, and her demon species, is Gecko. She is based off of one of my best friends. My question is, should she be one demon with multiple personality disorder, or three identical demon sisters? Send me your vote in a review! Now, there is one person I have to answer in this fic even though their review is for last fic.
Animeotakufreak: Do we have to pick just one? I like the visiter from Canada
No, you don't have to pick just one, its just that the one the most people pick is the one I'll do first. And that one just so happens to be this one.
Disclaimer: I hate this stupid thing…it reminds me of how Hellsing isn't mine.
I watched silently as the moving van pulled away. Three months since we moved to London, almost as long since I had disappeared. My parents had looked everywhere for me but, of coarse, they couldn't find me. I was now part of an organization that didn't exist. Watching the moving van leave with all their belongings, I could barley stop myself from running to them. Sir Integra was at my side. I needed a formal reintroduction, and my parents had to hear a revised version of what had been happening over the last few months. Just as my mom got in the car, Walter walked up and asked if they were "Mr. and Mrs. Wenger". They said yes. He smiled.
"I'm terribly sorry we've just caught up to you now. You see, we have your daughter." My parents both jumped on him, shouting things like 'where is she, what have you done with her?' and 'what do you want?'. But Walter had expected this, and nimbly stepped out of the way.
"Please, I did not mean it that way. We are an elite group, and your daughter has been taken into our care. She is right here, to see you." He turned. I walked out, wearing my robe. The idea was, I had been put into a very secluded art community, and was learning play-acting, gymnastics, and acrobatics. They had been trying to find my parents to tell them all this time, but I couldn't remember my address, having just moved to London. Of coarse, at seeing me, my parents rushed in and hugged me so tight I thought I'd pop, but I only hugged back just as fiercely.
"Oh my child, where have you been? Are you okay? Have you missed us?" my mother was crying so much that my robe was actually getting wet.
"Mom, it's alright, I'm fine. I'm with this performing arts community. They can give me a better education than the schools in Canada that you can afford to send me to, and I'll be training for a job as an actor. They're also training me to be an acrobat, and a gymnast. And you don't have to pay a cent! I'll be able to come back every few months and visit you in Canada, but this is what I really want. Please, can I stay?" Sir Integra walked forth.
"I'm the director of this program, and your daughter shows great potential. My name is Integra, pleased to meet you." She held out her hand for my stepfather, then my mother to shake.
"We're happy to get our kid back, but really, it took you far too long to find us and tell us. Even the police couldn't find her!"
"If you'd like, we could talk about it over tea." Offered Seras. She had come along because she was so cute, and would probably make a good impression on my parents about what the rest of the 'students' were like. My mother looked at her.
"Oh, you're another of those kids with the colored contacts. I think those are so cool. And plastic fangs too, are you practicing for the part of a vampire?" I slapped my forehead. My mother, the question machine. Seras nodded enthusiastically.
"Yep! Im going to be Lucy in the up coming Dracula performance! It's going to be great!" my mother laughed.
"Well, it seems like the students play nice."
"Except in fight scenes." I joked. Tony, my step dad looked at his watch.
"Um, im sorry we can't go to tea, but we have a flight in one hour. We really can't miss it." Integra shook her head.
"Not at all! We'll be sending you reports of how your child is doing from time to time. Have a wonderful flight." We all said goodbye, and my parents drove off towards the airport. I sighed.
"I can't believe they actually let me stay."
"Well its not like they even had a plane ticket for you." Said Seras as we walked back to the car.
"Yeah…I guess that's true…hey, wait a minute! What was all that about Dracula?" Seras blushed.
"I wanted to seem enthusiastic about the things going on in the 'program'. I figured that, as a classic, Dracula would be a good story to go off of." I shrugged. The rest of the ride home was spent in companionable silence.
As I walked into the shooting range with my bow, I notice that every one had stopped firing. I looked around. Yes, everyone was looking at me.
"What?" I asked. Rubin, now no longer so afraid of me, walked over and put a hand on my shoulder.
"You have noticed," he whispered in my ear, "that this is the first time you've come in here with that bow while we're shooting? This is the first time most of the guys have seen a bow up close." After getting on good terms with each other, he and I became each other's guide to the opposite sex. He told me about the soldiers, and I told him what went wrong with that last date, besides the flower vase stuck on his head. I shook my head to resettle my thoughts.
"So?" I asked. He smirked.
"Well, if they've never seen one, they're gonna wanna watch it work." I smiled.
"That makes sense. Here goes!" I walked to an empty stall, and pulled an arrow. Aiming the bow with one eye squeezed shut, I heard something. Whirling, I pointed the arrow at the ground, bow still drawn. Alucard was standing there, grinning.
"Can you hit a moving target?" he wondered out loud. I nodded.
"Good! See if you can hit me." He darted out of my line of sight. So, he wanted to play, huh? That cold be arranged.
"I can do more than hit a moving target," I dodged left and brought the bow up. "I can hit a target while moving!" the first shot missed him, but I had another arrow to the string seconds later. That shot hit him buried itself in his shoulder. He grinned. Moving faster than I could see, he came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my torso. I struggled, but realized that no mere kick would win this. He had made his heartbeat mach mine, a taunt that would not be lost on me. I still held the bow, but it was useless now. I would never be able to shoot an arrow from here…the arrow! Get ready Alucard. You might just have to re-think your views on human ingenuity. Oh really? I grabbed the arrow still stuck in his shoulder. Pull it out, use the heartbeat to aim, and plunge! His arms loosened, and with a well placed twist I managed to get free. Looking back, I saw him sneering down at the wooden shafted arrow now piercing his heart. The men gasped. Alucards eyes narrowed, and he melted. A whisper went through the crowd. They thought I had killed him. Stupid soldiers, I thought, to think you so easily killed. His chuckle filled my thoughts. Yes, but these are mostly new recruits. I heard the 'twang' before I realized what had happened. Alucard had taken up my bow, and shot me with the very arrow I had hit him with. The arrow grazed my shoulder, tearing my robe. I cried out, but managed to stay standing. He pinned me to the nearest wall, and dove for my throat, stopping inches away from my skin. His tongue ran over the scar from the last time he had gotten this close. I could see Rubin from my position. He was torn between fear of Alucard and his wish to help me. Alucard grinned.
"You should get that looked at." He indicated my shoulder, then disappeared into a black portal in the floor. I slumped briefly, then went to retrieve my arrows.
"I'm sorry about the shooting display, but Alucard is right, I really should get this looked at." I walked out of the shooting range, and into the front doors of the manor. Rather than turn toward the infirmary, I headed down the steps to the basement. The way to Alucards room was a maze, but I had memorized after the first few visits. No one knew about us visiting each other yet. I hopped it could stay secret. Alucard had never bitten me since the first time, but I could see that he had been thinking about it. This was the first time he'd done something so elaborate to get me away from the others, though. I wondered what it could be. Now, you might wonder, why not o to the hospital first? Well, I found out about an interesting vampire power a few weeks back. Their tongues have healing powers. Who knew? So, even though he had wounded me quite badly to get me away, we had no worries about my coming post haste. It was actually rather intriguing the way I found out about this ability. It had been one of our mid day talks. Noon to us was like mid-night to the rest of the world. He had given me tea to drink, and something he said caused me to drop the cup. As I was picking up the pieces, I cut my finger quite deeply. He got out of his chair and knelt next to me, and took my hand. Then, and this part made me blush, he put my bleeding finger in his mouth, and sucked the blood off. When he released me, my finger was completely healed, without a trace. I turned the last corner, and found his door already open. I took a deep breath and walked in. He was sitting with his feet up on the table, and his hat pulled down over his eyes. His hands were clasped over his stomach, and he looked like he was asleep. I tried to cross my arms, but was harshly reminded of my injury. He shifted his position.
"Have you thought any more on my offer, three months ago?" he asked. I glided to the other chair and sat.
"How could I not? You're always there, mocking, suggesting, taunting. There's no way I could even try not to think about it." he sat strait in the chair and faced me.
" And have you had enough time to make your decision?" he looked me in the eye. I sat back, suddenly nervous.
"Well, I like the talks we have together, and an eternity wouldn't be too long to continue having those talks. But still, I'm only fifteen. Of coarse…that could work to my advantage. There's one important thing that I haven't asked yet though." He smiled, but it was much softer than his usual grin.
"Ask away." He said.
"Well, I need to know if, if you want me to feed on live victims." There, I had said it. His eyes fell somewhat.
"You don't want to?" his voice was so low I could barley make out the words. I shifted my weight in the chair.
"Not unless they deserve it. But remember, at the moment I'm still human. My views might change when I die." His grin reappeared.
"But of coarse. I sometimes forget that you are not yet nosferotu, what with the way you look at things." I sighed. Having Alucard mad at me didn't really seem like a good idea. Especially since he could make the door to his room swing shut without even moving. He stood and walked over to me.
"Lets take care of this cut, shall we?" he slid the robe off my injured shoulder, and leaned in to heal it. It suddenly occurred to me that this was a great deal of blood, and very close to my throat. Would he try to turn me right now? He chuckled, and I froze as his tongue ran over the gash. It should have hurt, but it didn't. Alucard went slowly, healing it a little bit at a time, so that it took more than fifteen minutes to heal the cut. You wouldn't hear me complaining. This felt almost as good as being bitten had. He finally straightened.
"It is time to make your decision." He said. I took a deep, shuddering breath, and said: "If you want me, I'm yours." He grinned. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he pulled me through a black portal. When I opened my eyes, I found I was in the last place I expected to be; Sir Integra's office. Sir Integra herself was glaring at us, more so at Alucard. She stood from behind her desk.
"Alucard, what is the meaning of this?" he cocked his head to the side.
"Master, I have a request." She eyed him warily.
"A request?" he nodded.
"Yes. I would like to turn Scott into a vampire." Sir Integra choked on her breath.
"You want to what?" she asked. Alucard grinned.
"You heard me Master." She shook her head.
"I cant believe you would even have the gull to ask me that! How does Scott feel about this?" I walked forward.
"I'm ok with it. As a matter of fact, I'm more than ok. I want it. We've been talking about it for a while now. We both think it's the right way to go." Sir Integra looked from me to Alucard and back again.
"If you wanted to do this, why didn't you just do so and tell me later?" she sat back down to look over some paperwork. I clasped my hands behind my back and let my soon to be master do the talking.
"I need to train her properly before making the change. One of her power, her potential…" he shook his head. "She could destroy Hellsing before she even became aware of her new traits. That is why I must take her somewhere more remote. Somewhere I can make sure she comes over peacefully." Sir Integra thought about it for a few minutes before she said anything.
"You say you need to train her?" Alucard nodded.
"Good. Take Seras with you. She could use training in some of her Vampiric qualities." Alucard's eye twitched slightly, but I could barley see it, so chose not to comment. Finally, he bowed in consent. He then turned to me.
"Pack your bags."
A/N: By the by, I need new funny disclaimers. They must be original, and if you give me one, you'll get credit for it.