*mischievous smirk.* Im ditching school today. Skiving off. Playing hooky. Calling in sickies. First time I ever skipped school. EVER. Can you believe it. Im a senior in high school and graduation is in a month and im actually skipping class for the first time.

Anyways…

I feel sad because I haven't updated this story in awhile and I really like this one. It really appeals to me for some reason. This chapter was weird to write because the first half takes place in the same night as the last chapter and it feels even weirder because it's in Alucard's view. It feels wrong, like adding bacon to ice cream or being so desperate to watch Hellsing that you would stoop to watch an English dub. I'm thinking I should split them up into two chapters.

"The beginning of knowledge is the discovery of something we do not understand."

"We discover in others what others hide from us, and we recognize in others what we hide from ourselves."

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"It is a mortifying truth, and ought to teach the wisest of us humility, that many of the most valuable discoveries have been the result of chance, rather than of contemplation, and of accident, rather than of design."

It had turned out that there were two vampires in the area. Even more pleasing was that these were not freaks or chipped undead but real vampires. There was the male master and a young female, newborn by the looks of it, who clearly was her master's mate. A female he had dispatched quickly and a male who had fled.

His disgust couldn't have been higher for the male. When it had become apparent that he, the greater opponent, would win the male had fled leaving his vulnerable and young mate behind to die in order to save himself. He had taken pity on her for a moment and made sure to kill her quickly before she realized what her chosen had done and that she had been betrayed. Her death had been painless and quick as possible. Then he set out to kill the bit of traitorous filth. He would take his time tormenting the cowardly scum.

If there was anything he despised most it was a traitor.

Boredom. He was just as disappointed with this prey as all the rest of the rogue vampires in England. This for once was a real vampire, no cheap imitations, and it had no clue of the abilities it possessed. He didn't even consider it a vampire. It was no better than a self aware ghoul. Better to put it down now than to let its filthy body dirty up the ground for others. There was no fight or challenge in this. The coward couldn't even regenerate or dodge a bullet. After a brief confrontation it had just screamed in fear, turned and ran through the warehouses. So he just followed the panicked cries. Disgusting… it was an absolute insult to even consider this a ghoul because at least ghouls had no choice and were worth enough to be pitied.

It ran around the corner of one of the warehouses screaming at him.

"YOU MONSTER!"

he smirked and laughed, sill walking swiftly. He raised his gun and aimed for the legs. His jackal hit the target perfectly and only grazed the leg, just as he wanted, tearing a small chunk of flesh out of the leg. The filth screamed in pain and stumbled but kept running the path between the warehouses. He was moving slower this time the damaged leg preventing for much speed until finally he came to a stop in the middle of a opening where several paths were available. It seemed to him as if the coward couldn't decide which path to take. This seemed to be where the fun had ended. He raised his arm and took aim for the head.

The result was a predictable pile of ash. Pathetic. There had been nothing of wroth about this tri- he paused and his brows furrowed for a moment. There were several humans asleep in the warehouse to his left, oddly enough. But what caught his interest was an aura that was neither human nor vampire. It was a strange one that pulsed with power; power that was stranger than a human but weaker than a true vampire. Intriguing. From the angle it was close to the walls and higher up.

He used his third eye to look at her as he was certain that making it known that he knew she was there would scare her away. He would have grinned wider if he could. Spying was it? On him? She looked a little wary. As she should be. He had to admit she was pretty. Blue eyes and perfect face that was almost cherubic and soft looking blonde hair. She looked like a normal human but none of her on the inside was human. Nothing about her felt human.

Her heart rate was strange. A normal human was two beats and a rest. Hers was a constant thrumming for a few seconds and then it sputtered for a moment before continuing a relentless pace. It sounded wrong as well. it was too quiet to be able to support the large body she had. A human was a loud pounding but hers was a quiet constant thrum that sounded like a dying bird that never did die.

tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm- rest. It lasted so agonizingly long… the rests of her heartbeat. Three seconds. Five seconds. Eight. For a moment he thought her heart had stopped and the interesting discovery was dead or dying. Then it started up again. tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm- and then it rested again. Like it couldn't decide whether the heart was dead or alive. Light and quick and quiet and then still and dead. Like it lived and died constantly.

tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm- eight seconds of rest.-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm- eight seconds of rest.-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm-tm- eight seconds of rest.

Its aura furthermore. it just simply wasn't human. Her personality had a small affect and it wasn't threatening but other than that there was nothing human about it. He could focus on her scent as well. There were several human scents in the area but hers had to be the one that was thick in the area; it simply smelled too strange to be human. Pleasant but strange. Almost like a perfume that was seductive and alluring. There was a scent of fear in the air and he wondered how shed react to him revealing he knew she was there watching.

He looked up to be met with the startled face of a young woman with blonde hair. She was staring at him but apparently was caught when he looked at her. she simply looked panicked. she moved away from the window clearly trying to hide and he listened to that strange thudding of her heartbeat increase. Perhaps this mission was worth something after all. At first glance she looked like a normal human from what he had seen but she wasn't human at all. He was certain of that. Definitely wasn't human and she definitely wasn't a freak either, nor was she wolf, nor vampire, nor any other supernatural creature he had encountered. A mystery was always worth inspecting and he had the vague sense he had encountered a creature like this before yet he could not remember what or where. Now he was curious. Power like this simply couldn't go to waste and that tny little woman he had observed simply glowed with it. Not nearly enough to challenge him but certainly enough to interest him.

He had been bored of late but possibly he could manipulate his master in such a way that he could leave the manner and investigate this woman, this interesting creature. At the very least she would be fun. Perhaps he would tell his master he had discovered a new breed of something. A new idea occurred to him that made him grin widely. He wouldn't have to tell his master anything. She didn't realize but she had failed as a master to give orders that would lock him inside the manor. He had never taken advantage of this before because the interest wasn't there.

After all what of interest had been outside the estate before now? His master had not carefully read the journals like she should have. She hadn't realized that orders to stay inside after every mission was necessary. The largest reason he had never taken advantage of this loophole his master had left open was because if he had even been caught he would be thrown back to the dungeons and locked up. It simply wasn't worth the risk with nothing interesting beyond missions going on. He grinned wide the gears in his head working a mile a minute. But now….

Oh there was something VERY interesting he had found outside. Maybe it had a special ability he wasn't aware of. That would certainly be a amusing fight. At least watching it would entertain him more than simply sitting in his basement. Perhaps he could find out what species it was. He frowned. A hint of frustration in him. He was certain he had felt this sort of aura before. He grinned. He could play with it first though, mess with its mind.

With that thought he used shadows to quickly clean up the blood and all the evidence of what had happened. It was inevitable that she would come to see the aftermath and then he could have fun with her through that. He hid in the shadows and watched the window. Thirty seconds later he had not been disappointed. She peeked through looking confused when he wasn't there. She searched the grounds and he grinned when her eyes landed on the now vacant area where the male vampires ash had been. That too was gone. She looked uncertain now. He held back laughter. It would be so fun when she realized he was real.

This truly was a wonderful night.

xxxxx

"Twast all dreams,

she had told herself, erstwhile knowing

not all whist it seems…"

Run. Tiny feet pattering on the cement. Run fast. Run faster. Not nearly fast enough. Tears streaming down her face. RUN! Tiny hands pumping with the tiny arms back and forth. He's going to get you! Little gasps of air from the cherubic face. Seeerrrraaasss! Im cooommmiinng for you! A little girl running through the snow crying, turning corners. Running, running, running. Never fast enough, never ever far enough. Turn this corner, run past that house. Faster, faster, FASTER, FASTER and FASTER until…

She skidded to a stop with little pebbles flicking off her toes and her eyes widened in terror. The river… water rushing by in deep bright blue in the night. She looked up. Starry night sky. She looked down at the water. Bright sky blue. Water. Water. She clutched herself shaking. Scared. It was the water. Hated water. Scared of it as it flowed by. She backed up shaking her head. Not the water. She took a step back and nearly fell. She put her foot back by her stationary foot and turned around. She screamed. The path was gone. The town was gone. Water. Water was everywhere. Water surrounded her and her standing on a small boulder; the only mass of land for miles. Swirling and flowing by as far as she could see. She was alone and surrounded by water.

Seeeerrrrraaaassssss.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head in fear. No… not him… but she could see him walking on the water towards her. His tattered yellow vest and white scarf, the sickly pasty white hair. Red eyes glowing bright and a manic grin full of teeth. His fingers rose with wicked claws ready to slash. The little girl started crying and screaming.

Found you!

Fifteen feet.

Seras! I'm going to get you!

Ten feet.

I'm coming Seras!

Eight feet!

Poor little Seras!

Five feet.

Your coming with me Seras!

Three feet!

He stood in front of her, towering high above her head like the giant he was. His mouth opened wide and he cocked his head with a bit of drool coming down with his teeth. Ready to eat her.

I found you… again…

She shot forward panting, shaking here hands clutched to her mouth. All this from her nightmare, from her dream. A dream. A dream. She grasped her knees, happy that it was a dream. Happy that she was safe in her sleeping bag cocoon she had made for herself and that there was no grinning lunatics in red from last night or terrifying figures from her distant past. She was here. Now. Alive. Safe. And hidden from everything. No birth records. No medical reports. No known names except for aliases and she kept her face covered. HE couldn't find her. She took comfort in that. Last night's sighting was a dream. Dream…

She shivered and shook it off furiously. She couldn't take the confines of her blanket anymore. It no longer felt like the safety net she had felt last night. She fumbled with the zipper and tugged. She yelped. She had left her sunglasses next to her shoes and therefore the light was absolutely blinding. She closed her eyes and scrabbled for her sunglasses frantically groping the ground for them. Twice in the last week! This was too damn often in her opinion! She got it on and stumbled onto her feet completely blind. It hurt but the pain was fading fast and she slowly could see again. She immediately looked up. The windows had been uncovered. She sighed. It was going to be a scorcher. No doubt about it. When it got hot the warehouse windows were uncovered or everyone and everything inside it was baked like an oven. Shed have to eat and leave soon.

She looked around herself. Everyone was gone. Even Willard was gone, not here cleaning or sleeping. She frowned. Just exactly how late had she slept? Why hadn't anyone waked her? She looked around the warehouse. It felt so big… It IS big but normally it didn't feel like a hollow cave like it did now. She shook her head and scolded herself for feeling lonely. She grumbled to herself and made her way over to the food bins.

She inspected the food options. Canned green beans? Watery and nasty crap. Spam? Her eyes widened in disgust. Who the hell in her group had stolen spam thinking it would be popular to the group? She quickly moved on to the other food. Canned fruit? She grabbed that. Loved the stuff. Unhealthily sweet and covered in syrup but seeing as how she was a street kid this was the best nutrition she could get. She went and grabbed a small can of stew.

She ate her lunch but something else was eating at her. Her eyes kept glancing at the door. What if… No! She wasn't even going to entertain the idea. No! Absolutely not! She growled to herself. She wasn't even going to consider it. but it still nagged at her. It was a dream… it was a dream… just keep telling yourself that Seras…. It wasn't working. She wanted to investigate her dream. Maybe if she did it would put her at ease. She felt nervous and jumpy. She felt watched. She had been busy in her thoughts but she had that creepy crawling feeling of eyes in her skin and spies on her head. Maybe taking a look would make things feel alright… I'm absolutely hopeless.

She gave it up as a lost cause and ate deciding she would look. Later but first was getting ready. She wouldn't be able to come back till night fall since the warehouse could push 110 degrees Fahrenheit. Shed need to take a bag of food, a sweater, a bit of money, and to be dressed differently than normal. She went over to the clothing bins, the one labeled "SE" and started stripping. Her hands started to shake. That horrid feeling of being watched intensified. She felt leered at like she needed a hot shower. She glanced nervously around her. She was still alone. She shook her head. Being paranoid.

She continued stripping but she still felt it and it made her edgy. There was nothing she wanted more than to get out so she dressed faster. She roughly pulled on her nicer clothes, the ones without holes or rips, trying to dress faster. A black bra and matching underwear, a black tank top, dark blue jeans that fit her right and showed she really had legs, leather boots she had taken meticulous care of when it had been her turn to use the money. Seras frowned, they were getting tight and were the only nice pair she had. She sighed. Maybe she could beg off of Mona for some money…

She bounced on the balls of her heals feeling eager to leave. Five minutes ago. She still had the crawling feeling of being spied upon.

Also it was starting to get warm and she knew warehouse roasting time wasn't far off.

She walked over to the tables in the corner, inspecting the take they had gotten. Whenever someone pick pocketed goods like jewelry or gold, they were to bring it to this table and leave it for collection day where it would be taken to Maddis. She smiled dreamily... She absolutely loved Maddis. Maddis, the seediest pawnshop dealer in all of London; an old man with no scruples, except the fair price of an object.

He didn't ask any questions and he was every pickpockies fantasy. He never questions why the objects were brought in, where they were gained from, or how and always gave an honest opinion with a fair price and never cheated you. As long as the goods were good, the silver and gold actually silver and gold, you didn't cheat him and he didn't cheat you, then everything was fine. There was something about him and his warped sense of ethics which made him feel so honorable. He would knowingly take stolen goods in exchange for money and say nothing, but he also would defend a girl who he thought needed it.

Seras grabbed some gold bracelets and a necklace and put them on before walking over the mirror. She looked at herself sadly.

I almost look normal…

A golden haired beauty looking age seventeen looking pretty as could be with a sad look. She just had to comb her hair and grab a bag. She could pass as any other girl on her way to school. She hated it. She had an urge to smash the mirror, make it shatter. She loathed her own reflection.

She spotted something she really didn't like. She leaned in and inspected her forehead. It was pale white. A jolt of fear ran through her. Frantically she tore off her sunglasses, leaned in and inspected her eyes. Flecks of gold. She looked at her fingers and wanted to curl up and cry. It was too soon in the month for that. She had to tell Mona the moment she saw her. She put on her sunglasses and packed a backpack faster. The watched feeling was growing worse and it was almost oppressive by now. She left out the door and locked it.

She gasped feeling the sun tingling on her skin. The sensation of having eyes staring at her disappeared, almost like the sun cured her of evil spies. She glanced at the warehouse and the strangeness of it. It looked suddenly ominous to her. the dreams were really messing with her! she looked at the ground closely. No blood, no bullet shells, no large boot prints from equally large grinning maniacs, and no ash or sand or whatever she had dreamed up. The ground was clean.

So why didn't she feel assured that everything had been a dream? Why did her head keep trying to tell her it was real?

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mwuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu! I totally surprised you all with that didn't I? I was trying to be subtle with it. I mean I had made it clear in the beginning that Seras wasn't human but no one seemed to be really commenting on that. Except for this on person who pmed me about it. so I had put in all these little hints resembling enhanced sensory perception. Things like light sentitivity, enhanced eye sight, tiredness at daytime, alertness at night, enhanced night vision, enhanced hearing, obscure references to mysterious figures from her past. So the plot is actually starting to happen and Alucard is getting involved. And I'm going to update another story "Seras is wrong and Alucard is angry."

I love to shock people.

"ZOOOLLLLLLL MUTHEFUCKER ZOOOLLL" ahhh. I love you nostalgia critic. You're so funny.

Response time:

lollotjoff96: am I mistaken or did you just review requesting me to *she checks her computer to see if what she thought she saw was right. It is.* you want me to "Please writhe more"? It sounds like the request of a psychotic person who is killing you and watching you scream in pain. I'm going to believe the less potentially creepy option, and assume the innocent, normal request of: "Please write more".

Ludifer: thank you for saying that. My characters all have some purpose in the story.

(spoiler: especially Mona. *evil smirk* mwhuahahahaha! Now im leaving them to wonder what sort of role Mona has in all this!) My rule of thumb is that no matter what if there is a character(minor or otherwise),

they have a physical description, a general history of some sort, a dialogue and a PURPOSE.

I think it is completely pointless to put other characters in a story for no reason or definable purpose. Thankfully most writers on fanfiction have the talent and commen sense to not do this. But as I said. Most. There are a few unfortunate stories floating around fanfiction where for no apparent reason they are there. they are just there for the hell of it! they have no f-ing role, no dialogue, no face description and no action. no purpose. Theres no freaking purpose! No reason! I mean! Jesus dammit! It makes as much sense as a live action Bambi! They are just fucking there. *pant. Pant.* oh. Sorry for loosing on you like that. I just get so pissed when I see really badly written stories. I don't mind bad stories. I even sometimes enjoy them. Its just really, really bad stories where they have no purpose except to waste your time.

Seras edges away: oh no! shes loosing it. The author is going to foam at the mouth at anytime now.

Authro: no. No. Im good. I feel better. But you would be loosing it if there was a jello chuckie in your story.

Everyone in the story and reading: WTF ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Author: Ill tell you what im talking about! The most vile and horrible story I have ever read on fanfiction. I cant remember the name but I wish I had never clicked the link. it was horrifying. It was a worst nightmare of any writer. Publishers would cringe if they ever knew the horrible raping of fanfiction I had witness. Ive seen too much because of this one fiction. I have seen some terrible stories but… my god! It was a bloodbath of personal creativity. It literally was so puke inducingly bad, so poorly written and with so little creativity that I couldn't even finish the second chapter. I think I nearly lost it.

It was just sitting there on the search features as a option. A AxS story. Looking so inviting and innocent. I hadn't realized the terrible sacrilege of writing that laid inside. I loved the axs pairing. The description wasn't even that bad. So I thought id read it. *author shudders.* I clicked it and by then it was too late.

Seras: what happened? What was wrong with it?

Author: EVERYTHING! Everything was wrong with it! Alucard was occ and a complete pussy! I mean he was wimpy and crying and the worse part was that this wasn't a crackfic. Seras doesn't even do anything and shes the main character! Integra is even more wimpy and cowardly than Alucard in this! All the characters are ridiculous, occ, they had no point to the story. The logic made no logical sense, they were all marysues, everything was generic, badly written, horribly underdetailing the important things and focusing on the things that were so completely insignificant. None of it was formatted right and sometimes characters were in there for no reason. I think it scared me most because nothing made sense. Its like Tim burtons mentally disable brother wrote it, took a shit on it and then submitted it.

The worst part? In the middle of the story, Alucard is being all weepy and emo and for no reason the writer spent four paragraphs describing a Jello CHUCKIE! Im not kidding. *Author starts crying in fear* it was a-a chucking doll made of jello running through the scene. Literally running past Alucard. It did this once. And then nothing happened with it. Alucard didn't even notice. The author just put it there. It wasn't even a crackfic. It made no sense. The story was ridiculous and it wasn't even funny or trying to be funny! I-i-i I cant take it. *starts sobbing in the fetal position. Then starts laughing. Ahahahahaha!

Seras: the authors snapped. Someone get the white coats and a tranq. The author is currently being strapped down and carted away with severe mental trauma that damaged her sense as a writer. This affliction is known as "sensitive writers critic". Its where a writer sees such a bad story, such a terribly written and badly premised story that it will take several therapists for them to get over the trauma of witnessing the death of reading. Whoever did this has no taste. It has been declared the worst story ever. I'm just thankful I've never read the story and won't be traumatized the same way.

For those who want to avoid the dreaded jello chucky we kind of remember the description and are pretty sure the description was something like:

"sera was found after millennium hurt and in pain and it saddened Alucard that his fledgling was harmed. Axs it's not my best description"

If you see that description… BEWARE! Don't click it! It's real and floating out there on fanfictiondotcom waiting for you to click it and become its next victim. We don't know the author and while normally we are more supportive but… if your reading this…

you need to stop while your ahead man… you traumatize more people with bad writing than Paulie shore being casted for a movie. Its like seeing Betty White naked!

-He will knock four times.

Anyone who likes axs stories… Beware….

Beware the jello chucky…