AN: this might be a boring chapter, but then again I kinda like the boring parts.

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Chapter 2: the Trip

I was awoken by a pounding on my door. Growling a bit at being up at what ever ungodly hour it was, I managed to sit up just as the doctor burst in.

"come now, time for you to go!" he said happily.

"but my master.." I said.

"Not a problem, he is doing fine. The drugs will keep him asleep until he wakes up." the doctor said.

"does he need more blood?" I ask.

"Eh, no. that was part of the deal we had. Imagine us when we were hired to transport one into England and two out. No one can live there. But he was so sure of it. He also said the blood for an offering to a god or some superstitious nonsense. No take him and go. Your ride is waiting." with that he was gone.

A blood offering for a god. Just what kind of stories did they tell about me? I thought to my self. But never one to refuse a meal, I quickly downed them before they went bad. I was kinda hungry.

Hefting my master over my shoulder, and strapping the blade to my back, I left my 'room' and headed back the way I first came. Sunlight poured out of a open hatch, and I groaned on the inside. It was still early afternoon. Sailors gathered and looked on as I climbed up the ladder and on to the rolling deck.

"your ride is over there!" a crewmen yelled at me over the crashing of the waves. Looking the direction he indicated say a large, eight engined sea plane, the random patch work of cloth and metal clearly visible What ever this plane was, it was not new. Or possible even safe.

Accepting the helping hand into the small motor boat I sat down and wondered again just what was going on here. A Russian missile submarine turned pirate ship, a plane so old it should be in a museum, and me in the middle of it all with a new master to protect who thought I was some kind of goddess, following a path to who know where, and for who knows why. And to make it all worse, in the middle of the day.

"I really miss my coffin right about now." I muttered as the boat reached the cargo ramp of the seaplane. Jumping on board with my master, I took a seat and lay my master with his head in my lap and tried to sleep just as the engines fired up one after the other. By the time we were airborne, I was fast asleep.

10 hours later...

waking up after a peaceful sleep, I looked down at my master, head still in my lap, his eye closed and dreaming.

I wonder what he's dreaming about? I asked myself as I delved into his dream. Instantly I was in a room, with a bed and an old man laying on it. I was crying for...my grandfather? My dad? I wasn't sure. But he was dying and it hurt, like nothing ever had. He opened his mouth to speak just as I pulled out of the dream.

Memory is more the word. Again I found my self on prearranged transport, with nothing to do. Gently getting up, I pulled out the blade from off my back and gave it a few test swings. It was a fine blade, well balanced, and looked razor sharp. The equally well worn grip told me this was a battle sword, and actual instrument of destruction, not just a mantle piece.

Having nothing better to do I started striking invisible foes, trying to gauge how the long sleep affected my body. Strike, fall back, guard, strike, turn. Repeat. For hours I kept this up, coming to the disappointing conclusion that I was slow. Super slow. Almost humanly slow.

Damn.

And what did you expect, ma Cherie? That bastard did use quite the curse to put you to sleep. Pip said to me.

Well, I'm a vampire, I should be faster than this. I replied back to him.

Give it time, you will heal, you will get fast again.

God, I am so bored right now.

Funny coming for some one as old as you.

I am not old! I'm only 19. I said a bit defensively. Pip just laughed.

So swing you sword around, then go back to bed. We will be here for a while.

How do you know that pip?

The sound, the feel, by the way we should be hitting Greenland by sunup.

Greenland? I asked, sounding a bit lost even to my self.

Yes, and the only reason to go to Greenland is... he trailed off.

"were going to the Americas." I said out loud and looked at my master. Some how, the Hellsing family was in the Americas, probably in the U.S.A. Given the historically close relationship of Britain and her once wayward colonies. I wish I could speak with my master, but the doctor said he would wake when he was ready. My mind filling with doubts and worries, I went back to my sword noting that I felt far more tired than I should. Letting my left arm turn back to its shadowy form, and turning the shadows to razors, I was happy that at least that was still working as it should. Getting back to the sword, I kept at till the first ray of sunlight hit my eyes and a felt the plane touch the water again.

Taking my seat again, masters head protectively held in my lap, the plane touched down and eventually stopped moving, the gentle rolling of the wave and the sudden silence both deafening and peaceful. I watched as the crew lowered the ramp and started taking on barrel of, from the smell of it, alcohol. As I watched the men work, barrels taken forward then returned, I guessed it was fuel for the plane. A lot of fuel. Pretty soon the barrels were stored on the cargo deck in front of me, men carefully strapping each one down, there number slowly filling the deck.

"Um excuse me, but where are we going?" I asked on of them.

"sorry, no taking with the cargo, captains orders." he asked, then paused. "and no drinking the fuel, either. Well be running on fumes by the time we get there."

shrugging my shoulders, a settled into my seat and started to doze off. Pretty soon the plane roared to life one engine at a time and we were moving. Some how, the deafening noise was pretty easy to sleep to. Drifting off , I joined master and slept the time away.

19 hours later...

waking up again, I stretched rather lazily then check master. He was still asleep, and was still dreaming. I took a quick peak to make sure he was alright.

He was sitting in a room, more a tent than anything else, girl on his lap. She smiled as she moved seductively, grinding her hips on his lap in slow, deliberate circles. He leaned back as she ran her hands long his spine, leaning forward till her ample breast were just touching his bare chest, nipples almost visible as she ran one hand down to his-.

jumping back to my own mind, blushing furiously, I tried to shake the remnants of his dream out of my head.

Don't you dare say anything, Pip. I warned him.

Demitry just laughed.

Demitry! Go do that somewhere else! Eeeww! I shrieked inside of me at the things the souls I carried were doing. I wanted to move more, but the cargo deck was still full of the barrels, most of them still full. Not having much else to do, I tried to get some more sleep.

The wild geese would be proud of you, you sleep like a mercenary

Thank you, I think. I said to him as I drifted off to sleep.

10 hours later...

waking up again, and seeing the deck still full of barrels, I check to see if the master was still fine, then tried to sleep some more. After a few hours of trying, sleep claimed me once again. This was getting boring

18 hours later...

okay, I was officially upset. Days of flying, and way too much sleep left me on edge. And it was daylight to make things worse. The deck was still full of barrels, and yay, new one at that. Somewhere along the way we had landed, then took to the air again. And master was still not awake. Peeking into his dream and finding something rather boring in there, I grumbled a bit and went back to sleep.

20 hours later...

Waking up, about ready to murder some one to beak up the monotony, I notice is was night and that we were not over water anymore.

"thank god." I said aloud. Even better, we were starting to descend Looking at the growing landscape, I saw it was the desert. Getting a good look at the vegetation, I saw tall cactus ten feel tall that only grew in place on earth, the American southwest.