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Disclaimer: Hellsing is not mine…

Chapter Two

"But…" I started, surprised I even formed the word correctly.

"What?" he asked, his voice not quite a yell but loud enough to startle me.

"Nothing," I sighed.

He didn't understand. I was afraid of leaving my coffin, much less these stone walls that I had myself convinced kept me in. Kept everyone else out. Out, and safe. But Master was already disappearing into a portal, and I jumped in after him. "Mmpfh!" I mumbled, my face ending up pressed into the back of Master's thick red coat.

Hastily I pushed away, but his soothing smell of blood and smoke lingered and left me rather aggravated. I looked around to realize we were in a town just outside of London, a town that was asleep and still. Not entirely still of course, a group of people just around the corner were laughing and stumbling about. Three men, no, four, all drunk beyond any legal limit. But their blood pumped steadily with the alcohol, and I found myself licking my lips. "That hungry are you, Police Girl?" came Master's slightly throaty chuckle, bringing me back from my thoughts. "They're all yours…"

"Excuse me?" I coughed. " All four of them? I hardly think that's necessary Master. Just help me get one alone."

"I'll do no such thing," he grinned, fangs gleaming even in the dark. "I'd much rather watch you try and just drink one. Consider this a training lesson, Police Girl."

I groaned knowing I shouldn't have expected anything less, and made my way over to the corner. I glanced back and Master just watched me intently from the shadows, a curious grin across his face. That suddenly reminded me of my ripped shirt, looking down, I smirked. It could work to my advantage, I thought, ripping it down just a bit lower and 'strutting' around the corner.

Immediately the men froze, probably sensing I wasn't just some babe wandering the streets. So I fell to the ground and whined of having far too much sherry, and secretly grinned as one of them regained his senses and stepped towards me. The others merely watched from under the streetlamp, hooting and whistling at their brave friend. Poor fools…they had no clue. No clue as to what was going on inside my mind. Suddenly it occurred to me that it was completely silly just to drink one. But I didn't really need all of them. Maybe just two then? Master's chuckle in the distance reminded me of what I'd already stated. Just one.

I leaned on him for support as he helped me up. God, he stunk of booze and some other substance I didn't want to try to recognize. Trying not to wrinkle my nose at him, I whispered into his ear. "Just up the block is my apartment…could you…walk me there?" I asked, leaning down enough for him to see down my ripped shirt. "Please…?"

He gulped and started walking down the block. His friends staring hesitantly for a moment before following slowly behind us. Just as we neared an alleyway between the buildings, I shoved him up against the wall there and went straight for his neck. He was so drunk his cry of anguish came out as more of a weak moan, and his friends snickered thinking we were up to very different activities.

The sweet, hot blood coursed down my throat and burned my entire body with a delicious heat, and I broke away sadly when I realized he was now dry. That was too fast…not nearly enough. No, I don't need more than that. But the heartbeat of the others pumped so viciously when the body of their friend hit the ground, I simply couldn't let them go to waste. I grinned more sadistically than I thought capable and chased the others as they began to run away shouting for help.

It took one swift leap to land me in front of them and I cracked each of their necks before a fresh scream had a chance to escape. And then I drank them all dry, my hunger overtaking my senses as I drank and drank and drank. Then nothing was left except a dribble of blood going down my chin. Everything seemed so quiet and still and right, I didn't even hear my Master approach. I gazed over at him as an entirely different sort of hunger washed over me, but I did not move nor speak.

Recognition. His eyes held the same thing as mine, I could feel it. But I was so very much confused. Master stepped closer to me and gently slid a hand around my waist and yanked me against him. Then his face dipped down towards mine as his tongue slipped out and ran up the corner of my jaw to my chin, licking up the blood. Then his lips met mine for the briefest moment before pulling away, an insane grin plastered on his darkly handsome face.

The blood red of his eyes seemed to dance for a moment before they dimmed. "We need to get back, It will be morning soon," he said, turning and opening a portal.

After we arrived back at Hellsing, he stayed in my room only long enough for me to walk out of the portal before shifting down to his own. I frowned. What did I do? And then it hit me. The faces of the four men flashed through my mind. The fear in their eyes. The screams, the…oh god. I nearly retched as I thought about it. What was wrong with me? I stared down at my ripped uniform with disgust. What had I done?

I had killed them and drank them dry. But of course, being a murderer wasn't what upset me so much. It was the fact that I had enjoyed it.