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Chapter 2 Who Are You?

'This is not happening. This is not happening.' Annabel chanted to herself as she ran through the stone hallways. It was a bit of a maze and there was no one around that she could tell. 'Is it day, or night?' she wondered briefly. At the end of the corridor, an older refined man with a monocle and long grey hair tied back appeared. He was carrying a bucket of ice with something red in it. She knew this to be Walter, and she knew the red something was a blood pack.

"Young lady, what are you doing here?" She heard him say but kept running. The 'this is not happening' chant returned and she simply ignored the retainer as she ran passed him. Annabel ran a few seconds more until her feet were pulled right from under her, and she went SMACK onto the floor. She lifted her head to look behind her and saw thin wires wrapped around her tennis shoes. Attached at the other end were Walter's hands.

"Damn, that's some strong dental floss, I bet you clean your teeth with that." The words suddenly flowed out her mouth. He tugged at the wires to pull her closer. Annabel knew her shoes weren't tied very tightly, shucked out of them, got back on her feet, and started running down the next corridor and up a flight of stairs she saw. 'Up means out' she thought.

Or so she thought. A soldier with long braided hair and an eye patch over his left eye entered the stairway and blocked her escape. She couldn't stop.

"Gotcha! Girly." He had his arms around her in a tight squeeze with Annabel's arms pinned to her sides. He nearly lost balance when she practically ran into him, but stayed vertical in her struggles for freedom. "Let me go! Pip Squeak!" Her mouth snapped shut when she saw the mild shock on Pip Bernadotte's face. (An: Yes, she knows who he is too)

"Now now zhere's no call for zhat, besides I'm not small," he said.

"Oh, so the really long ponytail is not compensating for something!" She blurted suddenly, and instantly regretted it. 'What is wrong with me? I don't say things like that!' Pip looked angry now.

"SORRY! I didn't mean it, really! Mr. Bernadotte, I don't know where I am! I woke up in a strange man's coffin, a butler tried to tie me up, I think I'm going nuts, and my mouth doesn't seem to be listening to my brain." She said this all in one breath, which was a small feat considering she was running a moment ago. Pip looked bewildered now and set the woman at the top of the stairs. He didn't let go of her arm though. Walter had reached her by now looking slightly confused. Alucard had phased to her position and was wearing an amused look on his face. She jerked at the vampire's sudden presence.

"Do you have something to do with this, Alucard?" Walter asked.

"Not sure." Was all he said before disappearing through a wall.

Integra was finishing a report in her office when she heard Walter's voice on the intercom system.

"Sir Integra, we have an unexpected guest in the basement."

"If it's a freak, or a spy, please dispatch it quickly, I'm too busy with accident reports to deal with idiots." She responded nonchalantly.

"I am not a freak or a spy!" Integra heard in the background. Sighing heavily, "Bring her to my office," She ordered and snuffed out her spent cigar.

Five minutes later both Pip and Walter brought in a somewhat distressed looking young woman with large light blue eyes and deep red hair. The door closed behind them. Both men let her go and she tumbled a little forward then grabbed the top of the chair in front of Integra's desk.

Annabel let a gasp. "Sir Integra, you're real also, and you're prettier in person too." Integra just stared. Annabel looked around the room. A typical office, if not a little gloomy. A floor length mirror hung on the right wall. A strange woman's reflection was in and it was staring right back at her.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Questioned Integra.

Annabel walked toward the mirror and saw the image do the same. She gasped.

"I am talking to you!" Annabel didn't hear as she touched her own face and hair.

"This is not me, THIS is NOT MEEEE!" Annabel cried as she was pulled away and forced into the chair facing Sir Integra.

"I will not repeat myself, I could easily have you shot." the regal blond snapped, trying to instill a little fear into the disrespectful girl.

"I'm sorry Sir Integra Hellsing," her head hung a little low. "I would love to explain, except that I am rather confused myself. Okay," taking a deep breath, she started. "My name is Annabel Phoenix. I don't know how I got here. Ask the man in red for that answer." All eyes darted toward Alucard, who phased into the room a few minutes ago. "The last normal thing I remember I was in my kitchen cooking dinner and HE (Pointing at Alucard) shows up totally ruining my good mood and … and… Oh Shit, I've left the stove on. Oohhh my dinner's ruined. I was looking forward to it." She pouted a bit then faced Alucard.

"If I come back and my house burned to the ground. I'M Blaming YOU, (pointing at Alucard again) you overgrown MOSQUITO!" Her mouth goes off again and stuffs the previously pointing finger into her mouth biting it; simultaneously Alucard pulls out Casul and points it at her head.

"I can shoot her now my Master if you like." A vicious grin appeared on his face.

"Damn my stupid mouth." Annabel mumbled through her fingers.

"She appears to know us, Ma'am." Pip spoke up.

"Indeed. Alucard, put that away and explain yourself." Integra was in no mood for games. Alucard put his gun away. He was contemplative for a moment before he spoke.

"This sort of situation has never happen before. She is real from head to toe, but from what I could tell I dreamed her here." Annabel was staring at Alucard with a scowl on her face.

Integra looked at her servant in disbelief but didn't question him further. She took off her glasses and rubbed her nose to try to ease the migraine she was having. "Walter, take her down to an interrogation room and find out she knows, and take Alucard with you. I have work to do. You are all dismissed."

"How much do you know Miss Phoenix?" Asked the red-eyed Blood drinker not a foot away from her face. She was sitting in a rather uncomfortable wooden chair and Alucard was eye to eye with trying to scare her into confession, she supposed. She had already confessed to Walter what she knew of them, about the secret Hellsing Organization that hunts down vampires and such, about the Iscariots, about the false vampires, about Seras Victoria, and even about some of the missions up to the incident with the Valentine brothers.

However, neither Walter nor Alucard believed her on the how she knew such things, which was from reading a popular comic book series that she was a big fan of. Alucard commented that was the 'stupidest thing he ever heard and that I was lying.'

Apparently, it was the Vamp's turn. 'Wouldn't he know if I lying? Couldn't he just read my mind?' She inwardly groaned. 'He's probably doing this for his own entertainment, the bastard.'

"Are you gonna bite me?"

"Perhaps. You were so very delicious in that dream." Showing his fangs, he smiled.

"I don't think you're allowed." His smile fell.

He continued to stare with greater annoyance. She decided to do something about it. With both their eyes locked, she reached her hand up and jabbed her finger into his right eye, hard. He pulled away instantly, obviously startled from the finger attack.

"That's what you get for staring too long. You get an eye sore." She couldn't believe she just did that.

Alucard growled under his breath and left the room.