Second installment of "Stolen." Huh. I got one review and I still went on with the second chapter. xD Lol. I'm sucking so bad at the accent! Bear with meee. ;-;

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE ALMIGHTY AWESOMENESS OF HELLSING.

But I do own Korou. :D

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She was running now, completely forgetting about her fallen gun. There was no time to retrieve it after she had stood up and evaded the snatch Korou had tried to make for her. Something needed to be thought up quick, because Seras knew this FREAK was hot on her tail.

'Silver, silver! Isn't there anything silver in here?!' She cursed mentally, trying to see through the engulfing darkness surrounding her. Her breathing was rapid, panting like a dog as she ran and dodged foreign objects she didn't care to investigate.

"Princess, please don't make this too difficult, alsough I do enjoy a game of cat and mouse… Don't you sink, draculina? And I don't sink you vold me your name…"

Why wont he just go away?! She had been running for what seemed like forever until her feet tripped over themselves, sending Seras tumbling forward awkwardly and most embarrassingly. Cliché once again.

'Get up, you fool! Get out of there NOW!'

The voice raging in her head was right, but where was out anyways?! Her eyes searched desperately through the darkness, trying to ignore the footsteps that echoed ever so near.

"I can hear you breasing', princess… My dear princess…"

Seras shuddered, backing herself up against the cold cobblestone wall and trying to control her shaking. Was this man insane?! She was supposed to kill him and get it over with! And now he's the one hunting her! Surely Sir Integra will have her hide for this…

"Go away, I'll bloody kill you, you bastard FREAK!" The draculina hissed, wrenching away from his advancing hands. The struggled failed, as when his hands grabbed the collar of her uniform fiercely and brought her up nearer to his own face, she found herself somewhat loosing focus. Her body hung limp from his grasp as her own crystal blue eyes were lost in the hypnotizing pull of his red ones.

'Police Girl, snap out of it! Don't let him control yo--'

A sudden tug on her thoughts, as if Alucard was being shoved away from some unseen pull continued her trance.

"Now, girlie, I'm going to teach you somesing'… Somesing' about my rules that you should never disobey…" His cruel voice somehow made it into her ears, and Seras wasn't given enough time to comprehend the situation before something sharp and most painful slid into the skin on her upper belly. Something warm oozed down her stomach and a sudden pain pierced her body. She was petrified and she couldn't even move! It felt so much like Father Andersons' blessed bayonets. Blood stained the lower half of her uniform, dripping down onto the dark floor with a rhythmatic 'drip.' But Seras held in the scream she dared not to release for the sake of Hellsings' Reputation.

"Does zat hurt, Princess? I sure hope so… Soon you will learn to obey me. You will be much happier wis' me and my troupe zan' wis' Hellsing. I will train you," another horribly painful weapon slid into her lower stomach now. ",and I will make you stronger zan' anysing' Hellsing could have done for you." And another. "You will make a fine pet." And another yet. "You will completely forget anysing' that ever held any significance to you back at Hellsing… You will be happy." Another and another. This time Seras cried out, biting her bottom lip in order to punish herself so to say. "Such a very pleasant pet…" Oh god, what was he doing now?! His hand had moved up her shirt, traveled up until Seras shamefully closed her eyes with a whimper. A grin had formed on his face and suddenly, painfully, five sharp claws sunk into the skin of her side, near her ribs. "Mine." A tingling feeling shivered up her right half, from her face to her arm. What the hell?!

She had enough of this! Who knows how many knives were jutting out of her skin now, and she just hung there like a doll! And what the hell did he do to her side?! No, she wouldn't allow any of this to continue. The Draculina used every ounce of her willpower to break free, her foot making contact with his groin with vampric strength. Soon enough she was dropped on the floor painfully, and Seras could feel the rather large puddle of her own blood bubbling around her. Not enough time to sit here, get up you fool! The woman wrenched to her feet, ignoring the loud protests of the now on-his-knees-after-a-painful-kick man.

Seras ran. She ran and stumbled and limped until a ray of light from… a door?! Oh god, a door! She ran and didn't stop, completely ignoring the thundering footsteps behind her. It sounded like…there was more than just Korou. Maybe that was the troupe he was talking about?

Stop thinking and get out!

The blonde draculina threw the door open, stumbling out where her entire troop waited with wide eyes to see the woman with her stomach filled with knifes fall to the ground unconscious not too far away from the door.

Someone with a dark red trenchcoat and clad had approached with a deep frown upon his face. Before her eyes fully closed, the fledling mouthed an,

"Im sorry…"

Before falling unconscious, now in Alucards arms.