Marco

Alucard entered the house from the kitchen wall. He stepped into the living room where there were three men watching television. They were fledgling vampires and they were laughing loudly at the human show. Alucard cleared his throat and they all turned around.

"Ah, there you are. We thought you'd be here a little later. That girl is still waiting in the root cellar. She could have waited in here you know, it's not like we'd do anything to her. We wanna get paid, right?" they all laughed nervously.

"You won't be getting paid today boys," Alucard took out his Jackal and shot the three young vampires between the eyes before they could have a second thought.

"Such a shame to waste three such obedient vampires," he holstered his gun and headed out towards the root cellar.

"Isabael was watching through the little window that was in the cellar door. She saw him come out the backdoor and she grabbed her bags. She was sick of the musty cellar and she was beginning to regret not dressing warmer. She figured it would be better in the long run though. It would not do to show up and have Walter see her dressed warmly. She had after all barley escaped with her life.

She settled her backpack securely on her back and then began to climb up the cellar ladder. She pushed the cellar door opened with one arm and reached her other arm out expectantly. It was swiftly taken a hold of and she was pulled out of the cellar in one quick movement.

"What kept you?" she looked up at the familiar pale face.

"I assure you I arrived as soon as I could. Any sooner and Walter would suspect that I already knew what was happening," he smirked down at the small heart shaped face and winked.

"Did he have any suspicions when you left?" Isabael started to walk to the front of the house without waiting for an answer.

"He did have some, but he won't alert Integra of them. He loves you very much and he wants things to work out," Alucard trailed behind her, "why are you carrying that empty backpack?"

"Because I'm going to put something in it eventually of course. How is the girl? Is she still alive?" Isabael started to shake the bushes they were passing.

"She is," Alucard frowned.

"That's good. She can be of some help. I don't know why you didn't see that before. I mean what you did was really just a loss of control. It's really quit odd for you I think. You mustn't let things like that ruin everything. It's going to be hard enough with that woman with her smug attitude and…ugh where is he at," Isabael kicked at a bush and sighed.

"If you just stick to what you've planned things will be fine. They will all be in love with you and no one will listen to any accusations she may throw at you and believe me she will throw many. She's as smart as you and she's lived longer and seen more. What are you searching for?" Alucard took hold of the sleeve of her shirt and pulled her backwards.

"For Marco," Isabael sighed and started to whistle and snap her fingers.

"You can't possibly be thinking of taking that cat with you. Just leave him here I need to get you back to Hellsing. It's thirteen degrees out and you're wearing next to nothing," with that thought he took off his coat and tried to wrap it around her.

She batted him away, "Just a minute more. I'm not going to leave him here he wont have anyone to feed him. Plus, he's a good cat, better than some dogs even. He's never snooty. Marco! Maaaaaaarcoooooo! Here kitty kitty! Common Marco we've got to leave!" she whistled some more and started to clap her hands together loudly.

"You'll wake the neighbors. They already think you're weird," he stepped closer to her again and laid the coat over her.

"Jeeze, that thing is colder than it is outside. Ah, here he comes, common Marco!" she slid the backpack out from under the coat and knelt down on the ground.

There was a small tinkling of a bell and it grew louder as a very large and fat gray and white cat with long silky hair trotted up the driveway. His feet stepped precisely one in front of the other so briskly that they were almost a blur. If it had not been for the bell tied onto his neck with ribbon he would not have made a sound. He stopped once he got to Isabael and looked up to reveal a white nose and chest. He let out a deep meow and then crawled into the backpack she was holding opened without a fuss.

"Integra is going to object to him you know?" he helped her stand up with the weight of the coat and the cat loaded backpack.

"Yes, well she will just have to deal with it," she zipped up the backpack leaving it opened an inch for air and then put her arms through the straps and held it to her chest like a baby carrier.

"Are you ready then?" he wrapped the coat shut around her and picked her up in his arms.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she winked at him mischievously and shut her eyes against the icy trip to her new temporary home.