Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

"So you're a vampire?"

The question hung in the chilly air of the Hellsing manor's dungeons. Amy sat on a high back chair in the middle of the stone room, legs dangling toward the floor (she'd woken up from her fainting spell at least an hour ago). Alucard's red coat was wrapped around her loosely to shield her skin from the almost unnaturally cold temperature of the atmosphere. Her hair was a mess and her skin was as white as snow from near hypothermia, but her eyes were bright and eager as she awaited her host's response.

"Correct." Alucard answered slowly as a small grin formed on his face. Why had he taken this girl in? To be truthful, that was unknown to him. He supposed it was his common sense speaking out, as it wouldn't be smart to leave a sixteen year old child in a mental hospital full of corpses. Alucard shifted on the wall he was leaning against, crossing his arms and chuckling to himself as an almost relieved smile took Amy's lips.

"So I'm not insane..." Amy slumped against the crimson cushioned seat and let out a silent sigh as her eyes closed. Silence now engulfed the two, but not a bad kind of silence. It was energized. Like the air had taken on some sort of electricity, lightening striking at Amy and making her jump in eitheir the form of shivers or happiness. Again, the girl sighed in a contented fashion, air turning into white, semi-transparent clouds. When her eye lids parted, a scarlet stare was fixated at least an inch from her face. Amy made a light scream.

"Did I frighten you?" Alucard chuckled out, wicked amuesment gleaming on his red irises.

"Bloody hell..." Amy gasped, a hand over her heart. "Yes, you did."

"Your heart beat is erratic." The master vampire leaned foreward a bit, and Amy sunk lower into her chair. Her eyes became full circles as they widened to the extreme. "Is it because you fear me?" Alucard drew even closer to Amy. His thin, pale lips were no more then a centimeter from her full red mouth as he breathed his next sentence out. "Or is it something else...?"

Amy's bottom lip quivered a bit, but almost on instinct she put a shakey palm onto Alucard's forehead and pushed him away from his close proximity. "It won't work."

Alucard mocked innocence. "What won't work?"

"Whatever you're doing. Eitheir trying to seduce me or hypnotize me for dinner. I'll go with the latter." Amy grinned at the second long expression of shock on the vampire's face before it turned into a look akin to being sastisfied. So she'd seen through his trick? Wonderful! Had she been not worth Integra's icy wrath, he was going to have himself a little snack before Walter brought in his dinner. But she clearly was worth whatever punishment his master would bestow upon him. This girl amazed him to no end. When she'd woken up on the way back to the Hellsing compound, no fear hinted in her gaze, no scream rose from her throat. Just a simple:

'Hello, I'm Amy Tartunate. What's your name? Oh, and thank you for saving me, by the way.'

"Are you cold?"

"Alittle." Alucard smirked a bit and then scooped Amy up with one well muscled arm, exiting his freezing chambers and taking long strides down the hall. Yes, this girl would definately be worth keeping, this Amy Tartunate.

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It was at least 11:30PM, but the young Hellsing leader continued to work, eyes straining against the soft glow of her computer screen. Integra glanced over at the grand-father clock on the far wall. Oh, she was almost dead on. 11:37PM.

"Sir Integra."

Integra sharply turned her head to the direction her name had been called, and restrained from groaning in annoyance. "Walter, I will go to bed when I'm ready. If you're concerned about me falling to sleep here, fetch me some tea."

"Sir Integra, I think you should see this." The aging butler was now setting up a TV on a table with wheels on the legs, Integra now noticed. She put her pen down and folded her arms on her desk.

"What is it?"

"A news report that went on the air about two hours ago." Walter bent down with a slight pop of his legs to turn the television on. As he did this, Integra grabbed up her handy dandy Hendi Winzermans and lit one, taking a long drag. The spicy cigar smoke made her senses tingle and keep her more awake and alert. She kept the cigar in place by pinching it tightly between her teeth as she rested her chin on her folded hands, elbows supported on the desk. "This better be important, Walter."

Walter did not respond. He only stepped aside as the news popped onto the small television. The segment was about the murder spree at St. Laurali's Mental Facility, and only when the name was called did Integra become interested, leaning forward in her chair and staring hard at the screen. A picture of a tall male in red garb carrying a limp, white clad female was being shown on public televison. Alucard was on public television. Beside his retreating form came the words 'suspected mass murderer/kidnapper. Armed and dangerous.'

The cigar fell from Integra's mouth as her jaw dropped.

A/N: Yeah, this is kinda short, but I felt like writing alittle somethin' somethin', and thought it was worthy enough to post as chappie three...lol. Please review:)