Authoress: Forgive me, I tend to find it hard to start things after I've planned them…

Alucard: Yeah, that made sense.

Authoress: What?! Most of the stories I start are spontaneous… that may be my downfall! Hehehe!

Alucard: You are such an idiot.

Authoress: Most definitely. Anyways, this is my sequel fic to "I'm not Asking for Help." If you've stumbled in here without reading that, you may want to! You'll understand a few things better.

Alucard: Get on with it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but I'm proud to saw I finally claim a sequel fic! YAY!


I'm Not Asking for an Accomplice

Chapter 1: In Which an Introduction is made

Pelting the window rather harshly, rain fell from the sky and was flooding the grounds with summer showers. The house was already coated in a nice jacket of rain water that flowed down the roof and onto the sides, making the windows rather blurry. The grassy green front lawn was getting its weekly watering and the guards at the front gate were cowering under the small awning that stretched over the guard box. They really should not have been so surprised. Rain in England, like that was rare.

Past the gate lay the long stretch of yard that was the front expansion of the Hellsing manor. Far off to the left sat what looked very much like a shooting range. Farther past that was a large make-shirt maze of cubicles, riddled with bullet holes. Was this a home or a military base? It was hard to tell because at the moment, none of the official military things were being used. The rain tended to mess up such activities.

If one were to reach the door of the manor, they would have to look up at the three-story home, elegant and cultured, but slightly old. Though, some parts of it looked restored from a run in with two benevolent vampire brothers that were on a vendetta. Don't worry, they had been stopped. An onlooker at this point in time would view a calm rain-soaked home that was nearly all dark, except for the office window three up and two over. The light was still on in there, which meant the mistress of the house was still awake. How late was her curfew? Who knew.

Everything looked in order and undisturbed. Yes, there seemed nothing wrong here. A lazy stroller could easily forget this place as they walked away from the manor and back out the front gate, never to be seen again.

Well, that is until they heard the loud gun-shot from the basement level of the home. The scream that followed was almost as loud, but it was not one of pain. It was one of the deepest and most outraged surprise. A deep atrocity had been committed in that home that night.

"YOU SHOT MY STEREO!!"

"You have it up too loud and some of the residents in this house need to concentrate or sleep."

"It is NIGHTTIME!! You don't need to sleep!!"

"I do, however, have to concentrate and that blasted thing is not helpful in any way!"

"You could have asked me to turn it down!"

"I feel that the problem has been solved in a simple and easy manner. That's it."

"YOU SHOT IT!"

"Yes, like I said: simple and easy."

"……"

"Yes?"

"YOU SHOT MY DAMN STEREO, YOU IDIOT!!"

"What are you going to do about it, pip-squeak?"



"…."

"That's what I thought."

"I'm telling Integra."

The sound of running shoes scuffing the polished floor in the entrance hall could be heard from the kitchen, which was followed by the hurried steps of someone in boots. There was the noise of a scuffle on the stairs where someone was effectively tripping over their own long trench-coat and then someone throwing a book at said stumbling individual.

A monocle-wearing man looked up from preparing tea to the blonde vampire sitting on a bar stool and sighed. The female vampire shook her head as she listened to the din the two racers were creating through the whole house. From their position in the modest kitchen of the home they could hear almost everything.

"Walter, you might want to look for another stereo for her. It sounds that he has permanently retired the latest one," the midian said as she sipped nonchalantly on chilled blood bag; Type O positive, the only kind she could efficiently call her favorite.

"That's the fifth fight they've gotten in this month. I believe he is still sore that she's going to attend sch-" the butler's comment was interrupt by the sound of a tussle on the floor above them and another growling scream from a young woman. Evidently the one behind had caught up.

There was a silence, followed by some muffled voice. It was calm, as if the one that had caught up was explaining something very carefully to the other, almost in a threat, but quiet and calm. It was spooky in a way. This quiet was broken however when someone stamped rather unceremoniously on the other's foot. There was yelp and more running.

"Hm, why isn't he just using his po-" this time the vampire female was interrupted when there was a curse and a black shadowed mass fazed through the ceiling of the kitchen and moved downward, holding tightly a rather angry-looking young woman.

This was Rachel Donovan, now in paperwork only: Rachel Hellsing, which is to be explained later. She is 15-years-old and is much wiser than she usually lets on. The teen- currently in custody of a red-clad vampire- had found her way to London with a lost no-life and a dream. For the past three months she has been in the care of the residents of Hellsing Manor, but mostly the organization's rather powerful non-living weapon, the vampire Alucard.

These two rather strange traveling mates had run into each other after a particularly religious rival of Alucard's sent him to a remote location: Lanagan, Missouri. With the help of the smart teen, he made his way back across the US and eventually across the pond to England. After the whole trip they discovered that they had needed each other a lot more than first perceived. A friendship, tight-knit and as equally strange, was formed.

Lately, however, the nosferatu master had been a bit pouty and in frequent foul moods. Sir Integral Wingates Hellsing, the Lady of the house and heiress of the Hellsing organization, had decreed that the teen return to a schooling atmosphere, for a vampire-hunting company was no place for a non fully educated young lady. In other words, back to the books or you get the boot. Well, the elder vampire didn't quite like this idea. He had yet to voice why.

The brunette managed to squirm her way from the arms of the vampire and quickly hid behind Seras, who blinked and stared at her master. Though she had gotten stronger in the past few months, she was not about to protect the teen from her master. Seras had to admit that he had become a bit mean lately. Smiling nervously, the younger vampire looked to Walter for some help. Her master was advancing and didn't have on his usual grin (though that was usually just as creepy as any other face he made.)

"Alucard, have you destroyed Miss Rachel's stereo?" Walter asked, his eyebrow twitching slightly.

The Hellsing weapon paused in his advancement and looked to the retainer. The Angel of Death didn't look too pleased with the notion of going out and retrieving yet another one of those things from the local super-market. It was annoying enough just to haul the thing from the store and into the mansion, not to mention the stares the butler got. A rather aged man dragging a stereo in and out of the place? How absurd.

Alucard looked caught for a moment and opened his mouth, planning to say something smart. Nothing came, and this was surprising to everyone in the room. The no-life had nothing to say in rebuttal? How…. Off. Yes, something was definitely wrong with the elder male. Saying nothing nor making other motion, he turned and stalked off through the wall and back to his room.

A silence followed in the kitchen.

"That was strange," Rachel commented as she slipped out from behind her temporary meat-shield and took a seat in the stool next to the blond vampire. It was rather clear that the young girl was perfectly comfortable in the presence of the cold-blooded creatures of the night. In fact, most of the time they were more company than the creatures of the day. How curious.

"Miss Rachel, I think you should apologize to Lord Alucard," Walter said as he returned to preparing tea. The teen opened her mouth to protest. "Yes, he has destroyed another one of the stereos, but ever since you've been given the order to go to school, you've turned it up louder every night."

"Not to mention you've ignored him a bit lately," Seras added.

Guilt settled in Rachel's stomach. She had been avoiding everyone lately. The hazel-eyed girl was a nervous wreck whenever she started to think about going back to school and in a foreign country no less. She didn't want anyone else to see that, especially her best friend, the red-dressed vampire. The stereo was a distraction and it kept everyone away. Also, it blocked out the sound of knocking, so she never responded to anyone.

Alucard had slithered through the wall and shot the thing while Rachel was laying stomach down on the bed, reading up on European History. The bullet had been low caliber and rather harmless… well, except to the poor piece of machinery. Things had gone from there.

"I guess I'll go talk to him," she whispered with a sigh before she got up and headed for the door.

"Take this. It may gain his favor a bit," Walter said, throwing something to the brunette.

Rachel caught it and nearly dropped it in surprise. The squishy bag of blood made a rather gut-wrenching sound as it landed unceremoniously in her hand. Sticking her tongue out it slightly, she thanked the butler and headed out, towards the dungeon stairs quite. As she walked, she tried to figure out what to say to the vampire.

He shot her stereo because he was pouting. She had been blasting her stereo because she was nervous. They were both having communication issues, obviously. Then again, neither of them were one for sharing their emotions. Alucard wore his under the mask of yellow-tinted sunglasses and Rachel was a teenager, so she wore her emotions on her sleeve. There was no need to voice things… much.

Sighing softly, she nearly ran into the heavy door that led into the master vampire's room. Shaking her head, and clearing it, the dark-haired teen reached up, swallowed and knocked soundly. There was a mumbled reply that sounded a lot like 'come in' and the girl pushed open the door and stepped inside.

It was dark, like always. It was dark and the only light that filtered in was the sliver she left at the door. Using it as best she could, her eyes absorbed the light before she made her way across the room, which she already had memorized, pitch dark or not. Without hesitation she climbed gently into the red-dressed vampire's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. She offered the blood pack to him, which he accepted and bit into easily.

There was a silence that followed that was only disturbed by the sipping sounds Alucard occasionally made. Rachel sighed and reaching up, stealing his glasses from his face and sliding them onto her own with a soft sigh. She liked Alucard better with his sunglasses off. He looked less serious, almost human.

"I'm sorry," she whispered softly after a minute. As the teen sat there on his lap, her form much smaller than his, she looked out through yellow-tinted glasses and waited for some kind of reply. None came and she frowned in frustration. Was he going to say something?! An apology wasn't going to kill him! He was already dead!

Rachel opened her mouth to let out a small string of curses and bad-mouth him for not at least saying sorry for killing Mr. Radio! She was interrupted however.

"How big do you think your locker will be at your school?" he asked suddenly. Rachel turned and stared at him for a moment, a grin blooming on his lips.

The teen couldn't think of anything that looked more mischievous.


There was a mechanical click and metal clunk before the tall locker swung open and the books were piled in rather sloppily. Inside the locker there was a jacket and a few pictures of places she wanted to go taped on the mental siding and door. There were a few pictures of Seras, Integra, and Walter. There was no need for a picture of Alucard, because when she opened the locker, he stared back at her.

"I hope you aren't going to make this a year-long thing," she muttered quietly, dodging glances from other students, in uniforms just like her own, when she started talking to herself. The nice-sized bat staring back at her through red eyes squeaked slightly and Rachel glared.

'I'm doing this for your protection and my interest. I've never had an excuse to be here. This way, we both get to keep things interesting,' the vampire answered in her mind. The teen could never get used to that stupid power. Most of the time, she kept him out of her mind, it was a thing that boggled Alucard. Rare could humans block him out.

"Whatever, but you are not coming in my back-pack. If you want to stick to my locker that's just fi-"

"You're Rachel right?" asked a voice and the locker door was promptly shut loudly and tightly. Inside, there was a chorus of small and irate squeaks until Rachel hit the locker door rather hard. Whirling around, she came face to face to what would cause her trouble later on in the year.

Standing about a foot taller than her was a lean looking, blond haired boy with soft blue eyes and a dazzling smile; your Dawson's Creek sort of cutie that belongs on a TV show for teens, and not in real life. Of course, Rachel noticed this, but tried rather hard not to notice. Her heart betrayed her and skipped a beat while a blush bloomed upon her pale cheeks. Crap.

"Y-yeah, that's me!" she said, mentally cursing herself when her voice came out in a mild squeak. The boy gave the charming smile again and extended his hand.

"I'm Aurick Barrin, a student ambassador for Cattleby College," he introduced himself.

"I bet you are… I mean- Hi! I'm Rachel Do- I mean Hellsing," the flustered girl managed out, her words jumbled and clumsy. The stubborn and rather annoying blush upon her cheek bones was heatedly intensifying. Suddenly there was a squeak from her locker and she hit it rather hard, trying to cough to cover the strange noise.

The charming looking boy gave her a strange look then looked to her locker. He didn't seem fazed and looked back to her with a calm smile. Rachel smiled in return and shook his hand. Capturing her digits, however, he brought her knuckles to his lips and set a sweet kiss upon her skin. The young American let her eyes widen before there was another squeak and she had to hit the locker door again to quiet it. When a brow was raised to her behavior, she laughed nervously.

"I think this place has rats," the brunette laughed lamely and moved away from her locker. "So, I'm guessing you're here to show me around?"


The intercom crackled to life and over the speakers, two distinct voices chimed in to start the day. There was a small jingle before the two actually spoke, you know the kind you hear on tooth-paste commercials.

"Good morning fellow students of Cattleby! You know who we are! Mary and Terry, here for your daily announcements!" two rather bubbly and girly voices chorused. Some of the students in the hall rolled their eyes

"First, we just want to say, welcome back to our returning students and welcome in general to our new students! There is an introductory assembly this Friday for the newbies! Doesn't that sound like fun, Terry?"

"Oh yes, Mary. It sounds like oodles of fun. A serious note from the office though, Mary, there seems to be a rather bright and obvious "Welcome Back" message on Headmaster Thorn's car. They ask that it be removed soon, for whip-cream and sun does not do nicely on the paint-job! Thank you!"

"Ok, Terry, onto the news! The Lacrosse team try-outs will be this Thursday after school and all players are told to bring their own gear. Also, the football team is told to…"

The announcements were continued from there, the two rather spastic voices from the intercom adding in their own commentary here and there. It was rather obvious they enjoyed their job.


It had been somewhat uneventful for our heroine. Walking around the school with a boy that was obviously rather well-known was as simple as any other, though she did get curious stares from some of the other girls. Self-consciously, she fiddled with her skirt and shirt, making sure they were properly tucked in or long enough. Rachel hated uniforms.

Aurick showed her to all of her classrooms and how to get the materials she needed for each. He introduced her to her teachers and even managed to grab the Headmaster long enough to introduce the girl to him. Rachel noted the strange look she got when her last name was given to the headmaster, but he quickly swiped it away and greeted her cordially. Guiding her to the cafeteria, she was walked through the process of getting and paying for food before she was directed to the tables. The rather observant teen made a note about the "cliques" that seemed to sit together. This was high school after all.

"So there we have it. You know where all your classes are and now you know how to get lunch. You've been shown the computer labs and the library. Is there anything else I can show you?" her guide asked with that same charming smile.

Before the 15-year-old could answer, she was interrupted by someone calling her tour-guide's name. It was a strong and melodic voice, distinctly female. Then, there she was, walking through the hallway like there should have been a choir of angels for her entrance. Rachel knew exactly what kind of girl she was, just by getting a simple look at her. Flouncing towards them with her eyes sparkling perfectly, a taller and slim girl, with her skirt just a bit short and her shirt just a bit tight, waved at Aurick before nearing and nearly draping herself on him. Oh no, not one of these.

"Oh, is my Aurick showing a new student around?" she said in that sickly sweet voice that you knew she reserved only for her boyfriend, who was on a leash. Aurick didn't seem to notice the voice and smiled. He motioned to Rachel and then to the rich haired brunette, who seemed to suddenly notice the shorter female.

"Rachel, this is my fiancé, Penni," he introduced the two. Rachel extended her hand and gave a smile, masking how she really felt about meeting the stereotypical high schooler. The girl, obviously older and most likely more powerful in the schooling community, moved forward and ignored her hand. She leaned down slightly, making poor Rachel feel even shorter and poked her noise slightly.

"What a cute little mouse!" the girl exclaimed and giggled. "Hope you have fun this year!" she said before turning to the boy and hanging on him again. She kissed him rather blatantly and whispered that she would see him later. Rachel had to bite her tongue, rather hard, not to say anything or gag.

This day was sizing up rather well.


Sitting down in her biology class, she made sure to pick a spot in the back. That didn't stop her teacher from calling her up and introducing her, loud and clear. He even went as far as to mention where she was from. That was really the last thing she wanted. Rachel thought she could perhaps get away with saying she was from Canada. American's were not getting rather nice recognition in the world at the moment. Luckily, everyone was rather polite and kept any remarks to themselves.

The now rather embarrassed young lady sat back down and found out she was not alone at the dark topped table. When had he come in? Next to her sat a silent-looking young man, taller than her with jet black hair and dashing green eyes. He looked foreign in his own uniform, like it didn't fit his character at all. His hair was obviously dyed and he had two sets of earrings in his ears. He gave her no notice even when she sat down.

Deciding that maybe he didn't want to talk to her, she went back to paying attention to what the teacher was discussing and sighed softly. Were most students going to treat her like this? It was going to be a long year.

The bell rang and the first class of the day was dismissed. As she packed up the papers she needed to get signed by Integra and the list she needed for her class, she noted that she was the only one left. Well, her and the silent boy that sat next to her. The room was rather quiet and she nibbled her own lip. Maybe she could just sneak out before he-

"Are you really from America?" he asked. His voice was deep and soft, but it made something spark within her stomach. Nodding shyly, Rachel unconsciously licked her lips and watched him as he looked to her. He extended his hand. "I'm Sean," he said with a smile.

The teen had most of her classes with this boy and after they met, they seemed to enjoy each other's presence. He was most vocal than she had first though and asked her many question about the United States. She told him how she had always wanted to get away and he confessed that he had always wanted to go the other way, go to New York and San Francisco. Rachel mentioned that she'd love to see the snow in Seattle, and he agreed. They seemed to be rather compatible friend-wise.

They sat with each other at lunch, just the two, everyone else seemed to leave their little bubble alone to sit with other's that fit their own preferences. At the end of the day, she said goodbye and got in the unmarked Hellsing car and smiled to herself.

Though Rachel didn't know it at the time, Sean, a rather strange and personable person, would become a rather important part of her high school life. Not to spoil anything, we shall leave their introduction as the last.


Throwing herself upon the bed, Rachel looked at the ceiling and sighed. What a day, what a day! Her walls were covered with posters of places she wanted to go, bands she enjoyed listening too, or inspirational scenes. A new stereo sat in the corner and her closet was full of new uniforms that she had to wear everyday, except Fridays. They were allowed to wear whatever they wanted on Fridays. The bed spread was a simple dark blue and the two pillows that sat at the head of the bed cushioned her rather jumbled head.

The door opened and she automatically scooted over. She registered the dip in the bed and she sighed again. Sitting next to her, his boots kicked up on the bed, his back against the head-board, Alucard was contently set next to Rachel, able to look down at the sprawled out teen. This little position for both of them was popular and often both would find each other here at the ending of the day, when Rachel was to sleep and Alucard was to wake. It was the time when their two worlds truly met.

"I have to get a few things signed by Integra," the girl mentioned off-handedly, "I have to get permission to watch certain movies, dissect things, and have my picture taken for some website stuff," she muttered with a roll of her eyes. There was a brief silence that followed.

These silences were not rare between them. Both of them sat thinking about what to say, what to mention, or what to point out. There was little between them that was unspoken, except the past. They never really talked about their past lives. Rachel had seen a glimpse of Alucard's a few months ago and Rachel's past was not really glamorous enough to find interest in.

"You won't be dating that blond tart of a boy, will you?" the vampire asked. Rachel laughed out and shook her head dramatically. Getting all the giggles out, the brown-haired teen tilted her head back to look at him. Alucard was smirking.

This was going to be an interesting few years, that was guaranteed.


Authoress: And there you have Chapter one of the sequel!! YAY!! CHEER WITH ME!

A Few notes:

- In England, so I am told, high school level is called College and the college level for them is called the University.

-I will be keeping some stereotypical high school crap for dramatic fun for the teens.

Authoress: I'm trying REALLY hard to keep it as close as I can to the actually culture. If you are English, FORGIVE ME if I screw something up. I am still planning on the high school drama, so if I tweak things, forgive me. Anyhoo, PLEASE STAY TUNED!!

Alucard: REVIEW OR I SHALL COME TO YOUR HOUSE AND CUT YOU!

BY THE WAY- Addressing the way Rachel and Alucard interact. The closeness is rather unexplainable. They enjoy each other's presence rather well and Rachel sees him currently as the perfect older brother that she likes to hug. There will be no kissing, you weirdos, and the extent of it, is really just Rachel sitting in his lap.