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A/N: Okee dokee here's chappie 2!! Wow, I'm doing good! Normally I start to wind down and don't post as quickly after the first chappie, but I'm totally stoked! If there's anyone actually reading this, thanx a bunch!! And if there's not, I don't give a hoot!! This is such a fun story to write!! …Um… what else… Oh yeah, the characters are explained a little bit more in this chapter, but I do so luv a good cliff hanger! Anywhosies, I'm gonna quit before I stop making sense! If you have any questions about it feel free to ask and don't forget to R & R!! 

Chapter 2

"You stupid girl!! Why can't you just do as you're told?!" She hits me again, harder this time. I can't fight back though… I can't let her hurt— her kick lands hard into my ribs. I scream in pain as I feel my bones break under her foot.

"Why are you destroying this family?!" She kicks me again, in the back of the head this time…

"Heinkel?!" I hear a yell in the background and can feel myself being shaken… Why… did it have to be this way…

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I open my eyes to find Ray looking at me with a worried expression. Damn! It was that nightmare again…

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine!" I know that he means well, but for crying out loud, we're sitting on a public train. PUBLIC!! Not to mention we're both in civilian clothes, so I end up looking even dumber.

"Oh, ok…" He still looks concerned. It's obvious that he wants to ask what's wrong, what I was dreaming about. But, in Iscariot, unless a person chooses to unload on you, their past isn't something you talk about. It's almost tempting to tell him everything, but where would that get me? Yes, everything would be out in the open, but how would that help me? The only conclusion I can come to is that is wouldn't, so I lock it all away again and pray that it won't haunt my dreams.

"Where are we?"

"About an hour away from Lecce. Long train ride, isn't it?"

"Too long…" I go back to staring nonchalantly out the window, watching the scenery fly by. We've been on this train for almost five hours now, and even though I slept through most of it, it's still really boring just sitting here. Ray is off in his own little world and there's no one else awake in our compartment, not that I'd talk to them anyways…

The last time I was on a train for this long was on the way to Rome from Vienna. Ray refused to fly (he has a thing about air planes; don't ask me why) so we took a train from Vienna to Vallich, and Father Anderson met us there and we took the train to Rome. It was incredibly long, though not quite boring because Anderson was actually quite entertaining. Between using my head as an armrest (he's a LOT taller then me) and telling me why I'm a stereotypical blond (this made for some funny conversations, because he's blond too and Ray, who's a brunette, was quick to point this out) there wasn't much time for boredom. They were probably just humouring me though. It was obvious that neither of them really believed that I could do this job, and were expecting me to just be a secretary in the agency or something… Ha!! Proved them wrong!

"Earth to Heinkel!! Hello!!" Ray's waving his hand in front of my face and pretending to yell.

"What?!" He just laughs.

"You're such a space cadet!" I give him a quizzical look. Like he can talk. But, it's better just to ignore him and continue to stare out the window. But, now he's in a talkative mood.

"So, whatcha thinking about?"

"Stuff."

"Hey, remember the last big train ride we took?"

"I remember you being too scared to fly." I smirk as he gives me a slight glare.

"Shut up…"

"But you're not denying it?" It's so much fun to tease him. He mumbles something in Italian under his breath. "Sorry didn't catch that."

This earns me another glare. "I said it's none of you're business." His plans to annoy me by talking are going down the tubes! This is actually kind of fun.

"Well, it kind of is, because I was the one who had to sit through endless hours on a stupid train."

"Oh quit groaning. You had fun flirting with Anderson." My jaw almost literally drops to the floor.

"Wh… What?!" Now Ray's smirking.

"Oh yeah, you two really—" WHAM!! I slug him right across the face, almost knocking him to the floor.

"SHUT UP!! JUST SHUT UP!! YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!" I scream at him, feeling hot tears running down my face. Some of the other passengers are waking up and looking over at us, probably thinking we're having a lovers quarrel or something…

I run out of the cart, fighting back a sob. I can't begin to guess why what Ray said had such an effect on me… I just lean against the railing outside, the wind whipping at my face, fighting back a sob.

"…I'm sorry…" I hear a voice say behind me. It's Ray, but I don't want to turn around. Now that I've calmed down a little bit, it's easy to say that my little hissy fit was more than a little embarrassing… Stupid Ray! This is all his fault. I continue to stare off into the distance, keeping my back to him.

"Heinkel I didn't mean… I… I'm really sorry… If I would've… I'd never have… sorry…" I can almost guess what he's doing. Ray has a nervous twitch, so whenever he's under any pressure at all he plays with his watch strap. It's too loud to actually hear it out here, but, having seen him do it so many times, I can hear it in my head. Click click click. "Umm… I know that you weren't really… umm… flirting or anything… It was just…" I can hardly understand what he's saying his accent is so thick right now. I know enough Italian to get by, but it usually has to be either said really slow or repeated. Such a strange language…

I turn around. "Don't worry about it…" He looks just like I thought he would. Staring at his shoes, his big brown eyes full of guilt, and he's playing with his watch strap. It almost makes me smile.

"I'm really sorry… I didn't mean…" I can't help but laugh. He's just such an awkward person! "Don't laugh at me! I'm trying to be genuine here! I'm actually sorry!" Between the wind and the sound of my own laughter I can hardly hear him. I know he's being truthful, but for some reason this just strikes me as funny! Stupid Ray.

"Alright, I get it! You're sorry!" I yell between giggles as he playfully hits me on the shoulder. He's laughing too now.

"Well, at least this train-ride was as interesting as the last one," he says with a grin. I just punch him in the arm. Stupid Ray.

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"So, this is Lecce." I stare at him.

"You've lived in Italy your whole life, and you've never been here?" He turns around and gives me the worm guts look.

"You lived in Austria your whole life and I bet you didn't see every city there!" There's that strong accent again. I ignore him and walk off the platform into the station.

"So who's supposed to be meeting us here?" I ask as Ray walks in from outside, carrying our bags.

"I'm not sure. Maxwell didn't tell us, but he said we'd know when we saw them." That doesn't really sound like something Maxwell would say… Oh well, maybe he has a hidden sense of humour. Ray told me that he was only recently promoted to the chief of Iscariot and that he takes his job VERY seriously. That would probably describe why he's so anal about everything. I, for one, was shocked when he was introduced to me as the head of Iscariot. He just seemed too young; I always pictured someone like Father Renaldo to be the leader. But, I guess that's just stereotyping…

"GAH!!" I hear Ray's girly scream behind me and spin around, almost pulling my gun from it's (hidden) holster when I realize what's happening… Luca snuck up on Ray, jumped on his back, and pinned him to the wall. That's quite a feat for him, because Ray's almost six feet tall and Luca's only about 5'4". Now I know what Maxwell meant when he said that we'd know when we saw them.

"Hi Luca! What're you doing here?" I ask as he let's go of Ray, laughing his head off.

"I'm here to escort you of course!" I like Luca. He a short little Italian with, believe it or not, carrot hair, green eyes, and a big smile. I've never seen him with any expression but a smile, but he's supposed to have a nasty temper.

"You know, a tap on the shoulder would've worked too, Luca." Ray is beet red. He doesn't take embarrassment too well, and it makes it worse that it's someone as short as Luca who managed to pin him so well. I just laugh.

"No, I don't think so. Anywhosies, the car's just over here if you'll follow me." He leads us out of the train station onto a busy street.

"I thought you were out on an injury Luca, what're you doing here?" I can't help but notice that Ray starts playing with his watch again. Wonder why…

"I just can't take any more paper work! It's making me crazy! So I just harassed Maxwell until he finally let me groundwork here. The hotel and everything's all set for you guys, and I've been doing a bit of snooping around."

"You're not supposed to be snooping y'know…"

"Hey, I have a wrist injury. It's not like its fatal or anything, so I'm sick of all this waiting around for arrogant field agents." He winks at me and keeps walking. I look over at Ray, but he's looking at his shoes and playing with his watchstrap. I open my mouth to ask him what's wrong.

"Hey—"

"Here we are!" Luca calls out. Ray lets go of his watch and climbs into the car. Strange…

"Oi newb! Let's go!" Giving Luca the worm guts look, I climb into the back seat of the ugly black car. Guess it's better then a cab…