As always when I get writers block I need a good distraction. Something fast paced and new to break up some monotony. I know it seems rather soon to have writers block again but I feel sleepy this morning and writing on the same Hellsing story seems to be all I have been doing these days. I haven't even bothered to try and continue my Naruto fanfictions. Shame on me for that. So I thought since the last chapter successfully cured me of writers block, a new one would cure me of this latest bought of the sickness that afflicts all writers. People have also been asking me to continue this lot. So… why not?

A word of warning to people who are not used to my style of formatting stories. Usually I always have inner thoughts or flashbacks to be in italics. The next few chapters are going to be in italics. I will tell you when everything returns to the 'present' part of the story, when we get to the part of Seras in the present. Okay? The only thing I really have to warn you to avoid confusion is that the first couple of paragraphs is not part of the past but will lead up to the flashbacks. When the flash back begins I will have this symbol: (*) there.

So without further ado, say hello to "Run Little One, Run, I Will Still Catch You" chapter two.

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Her mind was drifting under a heavy wave she couldn't move in. her eyes felt like a boulder stacked on her eyelids, far too heavy to allow her to open her eyes. Her limbs leaden and it felt as if they were not her own, not a part of her body. Separate from her. She felt so heavy. Oh but she felt so warm. So incredibly warm. Why was it so warm and comfortable? It was soft too. So wonderfully soft. It smelled like mothers beautiful chestnut brown hair. Smelled of freshly baked bread and pine trees. It was soft. Wherever she was lying down in her unconsciousness. She knew for certain she was dreaming up the soft warm blankets that surrounded her.

Oh how long had it been since she had lain down to rest for so long in a soft bed? She didn't know. Her life had been a blur of motion for a year now. She had no proper existence in her mind. It was always a constant forward motion. Constantly running and forever afraid. Never unpacking her things but keeping them in a small lightweight bag she could grab on a moments notice and continue running once again. She couldn't remember the last time she had changed her clothing or got a dress on. Always needing to move fast and forever.

Running for eternity. Always fearing. Always being found. Always fleeing. Whenever shed stop she'd feel restless. Her body expected to keep going. To keep going and going and going until she left the continent of Europe to a new continent, one that was safe. And then he would find her again and once more off she would go. Always on the move, always escaping. She would run until she found an underground hole, one that was free of monsters and laughing hellhounds. And he would find her again and run some more she would. Always fearing and practicing her swordsmanship, always running away anyway. She would dash away until she found a tower that extended into the heavens, one that always had sunshine and safety. And he would find her once again. More running. She would run until she left the planet behind her and she hid amongst the stars, a heaven where he couldn't harm her and she could stop running.

Maybe then he wouldn't find her. But she knew better. It was wishful thinking. He always found her. He always came after her. As long as she was alive he was always coming. She feared the day she would lay down and get so tired or moving she would just lay there. Lay where she had dropped forever. Then he would catch her. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be caught. Then she could sleep with both eyes closed for once and no knife under her pillow and a spare dagger in her still boot covered feet. Of course considering what Seras thought the beast wanted with her Seras would finally get to rest… Forever.

Her soul called for no more running. She was so… weary. Fatigued in mind and drained in spirit. Tired in body and Somnolent in breath and wiped out in will. Every aspect of her being was weary. Even her ability to fear was weak because of its overuse. Her feet were sapped. Her legs were dog-tired. Her heart was exhausted. Her toes were weary. Her shoes were weary. She was just… tired and weary. She didn't feel alive. And why should she? She wasn't a human being anymore. Hadn't felt like one for nearly two years now. She was motion. She was an object that constantly fell sideways across the land. She was a tiny planet that skimmed the soft soil of the earth, gravitating with a monster over the earth. A monster that wanted to eclipse her, capture her and blot out her light. Blot it out either by death or some other purpose.

So… tired and yet her body wanted to keep moving. It expected to keep moving… it screamed to keep moving. Yet it wanted to stay still for once.

She wasn't concerned in the slightest about where she laid. After all she so frequently woke up in a new place that it became a strange feeling when she managed to stay longer than a day and wake up to the same setting as the day before.

She began to dream or happy fantasies that seemed like a millennia ago. And a unnatural millennia from before that. And two peculiar centuries before that. And three even longer anomalous decades from before that. And five even stranger years from the madcap hours and daft minutes before that. And ten truly extended chaotic seconds from before all of those times from the strange past that seemed like bizarre fiction from before that. A fiction that was even stranger than the truth. Most likely because the fiction she couldn't believe in really was the truth. And the true truth off seras's past to her was always more outlandish than the wildest of imaginary tales and lies ever thought up.

Her past didn't feel real. It felt like the time from before time. It was the days of stillness. These were the days of motion. Brief images of hazy memories flickered through her tired drained mind reigning mayhem on her already weary mind. She was so tired and asleep, yet so awake. Her past flickered in front of her eyes taunting her with happy memories that once were a part of her life now vacant and vanquished, in a land far, far away, in a time so very different and so very long ago.

A little girl in a white dress with flaxen gold spun hair that shown in the afternoon light, she ran giggling all the while. She was five and happy as could be. Her skin was a vibrant pink and the tiny body ran as she stuffed a fist into her giggling mouth, trying not to give away her location. She ran with her white frilly dress flying up to reveal tiny black knee high boots that were laced all the way to the top and she stomped down into the soft spring grass carrying her daisy flowers. Her dress was blindingly white with little ribbons and frills everywhere. Mommy had made it for her special and gave it to her that morning. She said daddy had something important happen to him at work and they were going to celebrate. A flower daisy crown she had made herself adorned her hair which was long and down to just below her shoulders.

Like all young children as long as she had a friend to play games with she had everything she could ever want.

Running up to a large camellia bush she ducked behind it peeking out occasionally, excited sky blue eyes impishly looking for her friend. She stifled her tiny giggles when she heard her friend coming. She glanced around the large year surrounded by a wrought iron fence with sharp gothic spikes sticking up. Everything was so large. The roses were beautiful today. The clouds were white and fluffy. The garden was in the back behind the house was an entire two acres according to mommy. Tiny hands fell on the little golden haired girls shoulder and she looked behind her at Mary's triumphant expression.

"I caught you Seras which means: you are it." Both girls giggled. Seras was about to run off to go count when she heard her mother calling.

"Seras! Seras! Come inside! Your father has something he wants to say." Both girls looked at each other before a fit of giggles erupted again. Seras waved goodbye as Mary ran off to the gate so she could go next door where her mommy would be waiting. Seras ran past the camellia bush up the steps. Home was a big white house that had three floors and an attic. Home had a big garden filled with all sorts of flowers her mommy loved.

Reaching the steps Seras slowed down and raised her legs high, trying to climb the steps. Reaching the third step she ran over to her mommy whose arms were already open waiting for a hug. Seras loved her mommy's brown, brown hair. It always smelled like the kitchen where she spent time with her friend, Cookie. Cookie was really called Rose but Seras called her cookie.

"Did you have fun with Mary?" mommy asked.

"Yes mommy! We played princesses and ogres. I was the princess and Mary was the ogre until she caught me. Next time I'm going to be the ogre and Mary is going to be the princess and hide." Her mommy smiled widely and took Seras's hand.

Remembering something Seras held out the flowers to her mommy. Her tiny voice squeaked out. "Look mommy! I got daisies for you! Aren't they pretty?"

Seras's mommy took the flowers and said "thank you Seras." Seras beamed before her mother said something that made her run inside. "Your fathers home."

Yelling in excitement Seras ran into the house her hair and the bottom of her dress bouncing with her. She ran up the stairs as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. The excitement she made yells in preceded her in everything. "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

She made it to the study and the door was ajar, waiting for her to step through. She ran into the room eagerly and veered to the desk chair where a blond short haired man sat waiting. She ran up and climbed into his lap. Her daddy chuckled and gave her a hug.

"How is my little princess doing?" nuzzling her face. She squealed in surprise and tried hard to get off of her daddy's lap.

"No daddy! Your beard! It tickles!" but she couldn't speak as peals of laughter came from her as he continued to tickle her with his thick beard. Finally he stopped tickling her and laughed himself.

"Daddy! Did you go and see the pie-ra-mides?" she eagerly asked stumbling over the strange word. Daddy didn't come home till late often because of works and sometimes mommy said that his job would send him off to places far away. This time Daddy had said he was going to go to a place called e-gip-t-huh and see some old graves that daddy's work liked to go a see. Now he was back! She couldn't wait to play jump rope with him like he promised he would.

Her daddy grinned. "You mean 'pyramids'? Yes I saw plenty of those, princess. You want to know something even better?" Seras nodded eagerly, practically jumping in excitement. "I have a new trip to make, somewhere far away."

The smile slid off of her face. Her daddy just got home and he was going to leave. Seras was just about to cry when her daddy said something wonderful. "I would like you to come with me! I have asked my boss and he sees no problem why you shouldn't be able to come with." Her head shot up and she smiled eagerly.

"Really? Thank you daddy! Id love to go! Where are we going? When? When?" she asked fast and eagerly. She was jumping up and down in excitement.

Her daddy laughed and said "four days from now. Everything has been set up and your mother allows it. As for where…"

Her father leaned in and smiled. "It's a place I've asked permission to study many times and until now have never gotten permission to look at because of superstitions surrounding the place and the natives there. It's a castle princess." At the word castle Seras's eyes lit up eagerly.

"Like fairy tales?" she asked innocently.

"No, even better. Because this castle is real and both you and daddy get to go inside."

Seras was confused. Every castle she had ever been told about happened in a mystical kingdom with princesses, knights, dragons and wizards. What kind of castle existed in a place everyone had heard about? "Then where are we going daddy?"

He father smiled and said simply, "To Castle Bran on the Carpathian Mountains in Romania."

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There you have it. I tried to write the flash back in seras point of view when she was a child. I would have gone into a length description in both chapters for this story but I factored in an important fact for both stories that made me not describe things so far. For chapter one seras is frantically running for her life and doesn't have time to take in the scenery. For this chapter seras is a little child and children almost never pay attention. So although it nearly killed me to do so, I left out a lot of stuff. It's done and I think I can get back to writing in my regular standards. Till the next time I get writers block and write a short chapter.

-He will knock four times