A/N: So, here we go. This is the sequel to my previous fanfiction, The Visitor. You might want to read The Visitor just to be safe, and so you know what is going on. Other than that, well, like I said before, this one is going to be a lot more serious than the previous and has a lot more to do with Hellsing. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Well, since I don't feel like rambling, I'll say it simply... I don't own and didn't create Hellsing.

I wasn't sure exactly how to handle a meeting with Integra, seeing as I knew she was of great importance, power, and beauty (all things which I felt I lacked). As soon as Walter left my room, I let out a heavy sigh of anxiety and dropped my fork. I wasn't hungry at all. In fact, my appetite had seemingly disappeared ever since I had peered into the mirror moments before.

Seeing that voluptuous woman before me, inhabiting my reflection, owning my voice and soul, made me go weak inside. I don't know if it was being thrown into some world of which I was ultimately oblivious to living in, which scared me out of sense, that brought such a feeling to the surface. I'm sure it had something to do with it, but I don't think that's the sole source.

As if that wasn't enough, I still had some mulling over to do as to how I had come to be in this fictional world that I admired from the outside. Such a thing was purely a mystery, and I could think of not a single logical explanation.

However, I did realize that within this world's walls, I felt wary and an uneasiness of existence, as if one wrong step in my shining leather boots would send me whirling faster toward doom than I could comprehend. I could not shake myself of such apprehension, no matter how many deep breathes I inhaled or how many falsely optimistic thoughts I conjured. Nothing I did was powerful enough to make me feel in my place, or at home.

Then again, I suppose such a feeling is appropriate, for I most certainly wasn't home. No way in the world, either on the earth I once knew, or the one I inhabited at that moment, was I in any position to let myself feel relaxed. I had watched Hellsing and read over its manga too many times to even consider moving about languorously.

So after finishing off about a third of the enormous full English breakfast that had been provided to me, which made me wince each time I swallowed, I promptly reported back to my connected bathroom. I stared hard at the mirror, scanning over each facet of my new identity. I had kept my name, but certainly not my body, and I wanted to know everything about the one I know owned.

I gave up quickly on just gazing, seeing as I had done before previously, and decided that the best way to get to know my new self, uncensored and personal, was to do one thing. That thing was to take a shower, which I felt I probably needed after all of the sweating I did over all those changes.

I stripped down until I was what my friend Kayla had once referred to as au naturel, which I saw as simply a different way of saying bareassed. It may seem a bit awkward, but I couldn't help but gape at how flawless my body was, even without clothing. Any hair I had that wasn't on my head or eyebrows was so fine that it was virtually invisible, and there was nothing unsightly about me. I nearly dazed out and would've forgotten to take my shower, and probably missed my meeting with Integra, if I hadn't heard that nagging little voice at the back of my mind. You might call it a conscience, but since I hadn't done anything wrong, I think of it more as my common-sense reminder.

The hot water was soothing in all places but my neck. The fact that this bite made it difficult to speak, look in different directions, and bathe properly most likely sparked a hint of dislike toward vampires, and whomever did that to me. It was only a slight disablement, but it still irked me. I had to suffer because some drooling, uncouth beast had sunk its teeth into me in a moment of dehydration. I obviously didn't help much, either, or I would've been dead from lack of blood.

When I find who did this to me, I'm definitely going to give him—or her—a piece of my mind, I thought acidly as I rinsed the lather from my hair. The water speckled my face with tiny droplets and burnt my sore, although I was able to withstand the smarting sensation until I was done ridding of the shampoo.

I wrapped a spotless white towel around my body and stepped out of the shower to find an uncanny dark spot at the corner of the bathroom. The light wasn't extremely bright, but it wasn't dull either, and I was sure that there weren't any shadows in the bathroom's corners when I had walked into the bathroom before.

How strange, I thought as I walked over to the darkened area. I reached out a hand to touch the wall, and found my arm disappeared into the absence of light. The blackness constricted and curled around my arm in jagged, rough strides, and the more I tried to pull away, the more the blackness climbed. It was half-way to my neck when I succeeded in recoiling, which left me flat on my bum on the tiled flooring.

The towel began to slip down as I stood up while using the sink for support. Luckily, I caught its sliding just in time and was able to hold it in place with one hand. My breath came in short gasps as I tried retreating back into my bedroom, yet before I could, a voice caught my ear and stopped me dead in my path.

I definitely like the new you better, Scarlett, the voice resonated in all its deep and raspy essence. Still easy to scare, but a lot more to look at.

I recognized the speaker almost immediately. It was Alucard.