A/N: Chapter two, better by it having spaces in between so it isn't horrifyingly jumbled together. The Name Adalyn was given to me by my AMAZINGLY AWESOME PARTNER IN CRIME, ALLHAILMEPHLIS, and the name Damaskis came from my amazing Hubby. Again I DO NOT OWN HELLSING. I don't want to be the type of person who begs pathetically for reviews... buuuuut, well i need to know if this is liked and if i should keep going and what not. Or is this the whole 'If you don't have anything nice to say don't say anything at all' type of thing?! Oh how i hope that isn't the case! Enough fretting... On with the story!
"And the one I have been waiting for has finally decided to grace me with her presence." Adalyn's face pulled into an easy grin. In front of her was a woman
with soft looking light brown skin, beautiful blue eyes as cold as a glacier, platinum blonde hair and, a suit that looked like it belonged on a man instead of the
woman before her.
Adalyn's eyes scanned the room finding only her boss and herself in the spacious room. "Wait, where the hell is everyone?" "Well we
decided from now on you will come to meetings and such things earlier than everyone else, so you will stop being late. Miss. Victoria is just waking up right
now." 'THAT LYING SON OF A BIT-' "Miss Adalyn, your blood packs." Her eyes automatically turned to study the man who spoke to her. It was Walter, who
she had a particularly strong soft spot for, though she hid such things so well even her Master had no clue, in his usual butler attire hair tied up and monocle in
place.
"Thank you Walter it is much appreciated." She had to make absolute sure her tone did not soften. It would not do well for any to know she was capable
of soft emotions. God knows her Master would tease her mercilessly, as would Integra, though it would be more kind-natured coming from her boss. Bringing
one blood pack up to her face she pierced it, trying not to show her disgust at the plastic taste tainting the yumminess that was her meal. She sucked it down,
and within the next four minutes she had drank all three blood packs.
Her eyes had slid closed in the bliss of being able to have the substance her body so desired, and when she opened them she was shocked to find not two but
five people staring at her.
"Did I get some on my face or something?" "No Brat, we were just watching the faces you made while you were drinking your meal." Adalyn let out a huff. "Well
that's quite rude don't you think?"
"What was rude Brat,were the faces you were making. It was quite obscene." She glanced discreetly at Seras to find the fellow fledging's face a bright red.
"Well you should have told me Master! You shouldn't find such ways to torment me, it is distasteful!" "Oh so I should just leave that to you Brat?" Her eyes
narrowed warily. 'Master?'
"Like when I woke this eve to sit upon my throne." Now Adalyn was highly nervous, not only did he ignore her speaking to him through their mental link, an
important fact about her Master was that he did not like to be embarrassed, disobeyed or humiliated in any way shape or form. She was then immersed in a
memory from when she had only been his fledging for two months.
An explosion of blood came from a ghouls head as her Master slaughtered them with a 'Creeper' grin on his face. She heaved a long suffering sigh. ' appeared at her Master's side. "My Liege, there is something I must discuss with you." Curiosity, one of the most dangerous things to feel around her easily irritated
Master, unfurled within her. His burning ember eyes connected with hers over his ridiculous black goggled sunglasses. "Childe head back to the hotel room, and stay there unless I say otherwise." A frown made its way on to her face. "No way am I going back to that shitty hotel room!" Her master tensed, and the new male
shivered and curled in on himself. "I will tell you once more Brat, Go." "I don't have to take this! I'm staying and that's final!" "YOU WILL DO AS I SAY FLEDGING!" "Oh and how are you going to get me to 'do as you say'? I do what I want, when I want you old sexist bastard!" In the next second it felt as if she was being torn apart, burned, and her brain was going to explode out of her skull. Blissfully she felt her mind shut down and the outside world was lost to her as she faded into unconsciousness.
'Claim to not know what he is talking about… do it now before he says anything else!' "My apologies Master but I have no idea what
you are speaking of. Did something happen to your throne?" Her Beloved Master then proceeded to reach into his black leather dusters pocket to pull out a
horrifically pink object.
Adalyn's eyes went wide before her facial expression arranged itself into that of someone innocent of all crimes. "Would you like to tell
me what this is Little Fledging of mine?"
"I do not know what that could possibly be, Walter might you know what this object is?" "Yes Miss Adalyn, it is called a
whoopee cushion." The amusement in his voice was not hidden from any in the room. "How fascinating, so Walter what might this 'Whoopee Cushion' do?"
"Well Miss Adalyn, if you fill it up with air-"Adalyn interrupted quickly. "Oh! Like a balloon then Walter?" "Yes like a balloon, you then put it on a chair, for
instance a certain throne that is regularly sat on by one of our two resident No-Life Kings, and when they sit down on it… Well it makes a sound that bares
great resemblance to human flatulence."
'Oh God, hahaha, I'm dying from the need to laugh.' "That is quite immature don't you think Walter?" "Indeed Miss
Adalyn." "Brat…" 'It's a trap Adalyn… Come on don't look at him, if you laugh now he will know it was you, right now he just suspects!'
Slowly Adalyn turned to look upon her Master's face. She then proceeded to howl and shake helplessly with the force of her laughter, at the hellfire of rage she
saw within his eyes. His snarl of animalistic fury just made her laugh all the more until she felt his power wrap itself around her neck. "NO MASTER PLEASE ANY
PUNISHMENT BUT THAT!" But her pleas went unheeded as the shadow became more substantial. Adalyn let out the pathetic whimper that had been building in
her throat.
Upon her neck was an unforgivably garishly pink collar, on the tag it read 'Property of Damaskis: If lost please keep.' "Master… Please take it off. Please My
Master!" Adalyn felt her face burn with humiliation. Out of all his punishments the one she hated most was the collar, and if she made him mad enough the
leash with it. "No Brat, I know you put that damned thing on my throne. It is impressive how you made it unnoticeable until I sat on it, but punishment must
still be given." "Boss! Are you really going to let him do this to me?"
"Damaskis is your Master, if he sees fit to punish you I will not get involved." Giving a wounded wail, Adalyn collapsed onto the floor. A sniffle was heard then,
"Please tell me I don't have to go out into public like this." The woman seated at the one desk in the overly spacious, and empty of all but the desk, room
snickered. "You have a mission Adalyn, and take Victoria with you."
She lifted her head from her hands to see if Integra was being serious. Unfortunately for her she was.
'It's alright; I can just wear a really big coat or turtleneck to hide this damn thing.' "Come on Police Girl, we have a mission to do."
As she stood and turned to leave the room her Master got his final blow in.
"Make sure your collar is on display the whole time Brat, or I will add the leash and have you by my side for the next three weeks." 'DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!'
Should I just tell it how it is? Hmmm... Well then i will. This is shameless filler my friends. I am trying to think of how I'm going to do this and where I am going to take it, But something that is important is the fact It shows you what Adalyn is like around everyone. Next chapter will have interaction between Seras and Adalyn. It will probably take a couple weeks for me to get it up though because i want that chapter especially long. Any ideas on Missions and such?