Wow! I updated so much, its remarkable. Alrighty then, here we go. It looks like Keira's beginning to change or is she going to stay the same? Is the storm passing? Or is it just some ruse that will hurt the poor girl even more? And don't you all just love Jack? I know I do! That's why I created him! Hope you like this chapter, enjoy!!!

Blessed be,

- L!z

P.s. The lyrics for the other chapter were from Jack's point of view. These lyrics are from Keira's point of view. Aren't they so perfect?

Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing only my narrator. There! Happy? mumbles incoherent swear words

Key:

Italics are thoughts

XXX are time skips

- are flashbacks

Also the name atop the chapter will now indicate whose point of view its off. I'm now going to be experimenting so enjoy!.


What's all this talk of a notion?

I'd rather drink from the ocean

What did you mean when you said no?

I only want what is best for you

But I won't ever let you drown

No I won't ever let you down

'Cause I am my enemy

The water's up to the knee

I never wanted nothin' from you

Yes I do, yes I do

My engine's runnin' on dry

My head's so fucked up inside

Shut up

I know

I said so

There is no way to recover

You told me there is no other

The surface is getting hotter

I'll shove your head under water

But I won't ever let you drown

No I won't ever let you down

- From "Water" by Breaking Benjamin

Jack Meadows

Chapter 6

O'Malley's

We continued to walk together, hand in hand. I was so surprised at how cool she was too the touch. But I suppose it comes with being a vampire. Wow, a vampire. I never thought something like that would ever exist. She still hasn't told me why she's suicidal but, I think with time we can get to know each other. I really do want to help her.

"So where are we going?" she asked me as we walked down the streets of London. The night air was chilly but refreshing.

"To a little pub I know. Its an alright place, I'm friends with the owner sort of." She said nothing but merely nodded. I looked down at her, she was looking at the ground with a pensive expression on her face. God, how beautiful she is!

Her snowy white skin is so flawless and so soft I just want to stroke it but I fear my own hands would be too rough. When I had held her she had felt so fragile, so small. The need to protect was just too great in me as I now held her smooth and delicate hand. Hands, that's always a good place to start to size someone up. My hands were rough and large, and hand a couple of scars on them from roughing it on the streets and in the sweat shops. But her hands were so small, so delicate, and she looked so skinny too. Like she couldn't even lift twenty pounds.

And then there was her beautiful thin face. The cheeks bones were high and her jaw held an aristocratic look to it. Definitely the face of a nobleman's daughter. Perhaps she was? The daughter of some great lord, but she was a vampire. So what did that make her? What was her station in life? I surveyed the remarkable paleness of it, her lips like a drop of blood on a clear sheet of snow. Though I wish she had believed me when I said her eyes were pretty. They really are, such vividness, such beauty, and such intelligence was becoming upon her.

We walked in silence, I joked a couple of times and I knew she was making an effort to try and smile. To keep me around in some way. But she didn't make too much of an effort to keep the conversation going. In truth, I don't think she knew how to. So the silences that lapsed between us brought forth a whole new wave of questions for me.

Just who was she? A vampire who didn't look much older than I was. But were the legends true about them? What was she like? What was her family like? Why was she even suicidal? Why would she want to close those beautiful eyes of her's forever? And then I thought about her actually being a vampire. I had been honest with her when I said I didn't care. I was shocked and afraid when she told me, but who in their right mind wouldn't be? But after sometime I thought about it because I was looking at the blood she had cried. It was red, just like mine. We both bled red, we're both lonely, and since were both so alike. Why care if she was another species? I sure didn't.

We turned the corner and I was about to lead her down and alley way when she stopped.

"Keira?" I asked turning around realizing she had let go of my hand. She stood there, tensed as though ready to attack.

"I thought you said we were going to a pub?" there was something about her voice. I couldn't quite place it, but I did not like the sound of it.

"Yeah, this is the back entrance. I need to change my shirt for obvious reasons." I quipped but she said nothing, her ruby eyes were hardened now. "Look its alright. O'Malley's a good guy, so there's nothing to worry about. I promise." And I meant every word of it. I knew she was too fragile at the moment to trust but she could trust me. I don't know why I did it. But I silently vowed to protect her at all costs.

"Okay." She whispered as she stepped forward to me, not uttering a sound as her boots touched the ground dainty like. She bit her lip and hesitated for a second as she placed her tiny hand in mine. I smiled warmly at her and she gave a weak one back. Yes, I wouldn't let anyone harm her.

"Let's go." I said pulling her forward. Rapping on the door smartly with my knuckles

"Oi! You old codger! Open up!" I yelled jokingly to the door. I felt Keira stare at me questioningly. There was some movement inside and the door swung open to reveal an middle aged man with salt and pepper hair and an eye patch. He surveyed us before folding his arms and glaring out at me.

"Ol' codger? Just who're you talking to me li' th'at?" He said still glaring.

"I'm the kid who helps your sorry ass day to day lifting barrels from the back room you old toad. Now let us in."

"Kids today, got no respect." He said laughing slightly before his attention turned to my shirt. "Oi you get into a fight?"

"Nah, couple kids gone and thrown some tomatoes at me." He wasn't listening to me as his eye fixed on Keira. I instinctively moved closer to her.

"Aye, whose the lass?"

"This is Keira, she's a friend of mine. So how 'bout it old man? Let us in?"

"For a lady o' course." He said stepping aside and I led Keira inside the rusty old room of the pub.

"Keira this is Riley O'Malley, old man this is Keira." I said in way of introduction and I could have sworn I heard a tiny breath of laughter but when I turned to her she merely nodded.

"Nice to meet you." She said her voice was low and monotone but held something else to it. Apprehension?"

"Nice to meet you to lassie. Say, whatcha doin' with a dumb kid li' 'im?"

"She-"

"Was walking and fell. Jack was nice enough to stay with Me." she replied, cutting me off. I was surprised to hear the…seductiveness in her voice. Turning back to Riley I saw his eyes held a slightly glazed look to them.

"Aye, good boy…good boy." His words slightly slurred.

"Didn't you say you needed a new shirt?" I nodded dumbly to her.

"Shirt? Oh I got a spare one here somewhere." Came Riley's voice. I looked at her questioningly but she merely shook her head slightly, sending me a knowing look. I nearly fell over when I saw her eyes. A pair of deep almost black brown eyes stared back at me. How did she…?

"Here we are!" Called the old man as I was caught face first with a white cotton shirt.

"Keep it boy-o." I looked up at him, his face was different than I ever remembered. It was not just smiling but had a glazed almost hypnotized look to it.

"Thanks." He nodded mutely as he pointed to where the washroom was.

"Go change." I looked to Keira who merely nodded and let my hand slip from her's. I didn't know what was going on and I'm not sure if I liked it or not.

"Will you be okay?" She said nothing as she merely nodded.

"Go on ya paranoid brat!" He called shoving me into the bathroom I saw the look of Keira's face as she flashed a small smirk of wickedness at me. What the hell is going on?!

I stripped my clothes off and took the towel and washed myself off as best I could. Taking the dirt and the grim off my face. I was fifteen and a bit of a roughneck but I'd be damned if I'd let her see me with a dirty face. Washing up and changing my clothes I thought back to watch just happened.

O'Malley was not a mannerism guy in any way shape or form. I learned swear words and things sailors don't even know at his knee. He was a retired second mate from the Royal Navy. A cheapskate, an old fart, and one of the rudest guys on the planet. He didn't give up anything without a bit of bargaining first and the fact that he had not said "fuck" at least ten times was making me worried.

And what was with Keira? She just froze up when we were walking into an alley. And if she's afraid of the dark or something…I mean come on! She's a vampire for Christ's sake! She couldn't be afraid of the dark…could she? And what happened to her eyes?! They were red and now their brown…what? What the hell is going on?! Am I dreaming? This is a dream isn't it? I met a beautiful suicidal vampire girl…right, I need to lay off the smokes…and the booze.

When I had finished tucking in my shirt and tried to tame my messy hair I sighed in defeat. Laying off taking a hit from the old man's stash was doable. Smokes, I could limit myself to three a day…maybe. But taming my hair, good luck. Rubbing the tiredness from my eyes I went outside and back to where Keira was. My mind teaming with a million questions.

Sitting, or more like laying there on the couch was O'Malley. Snoring away like a pig, a bit of drool coming out from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey-!"

"Shh, don't wake him." She said to me softly as I was about to yell at him for being a slob. I turned to her with raised eyebrows.

"What happened?"

"Hypnotism." She said flatly, her eyes back to normal now. She turned to me as though I were a small child. "You can't honestly expect me to let him remember my being here, can you?"

"Well, I…is he going to be alright?" I asked searchingly as I came over to her. She was leaning against the wall. Her arms folded.

"He'll be perfectly fine, he won't remember a thing. Only you, a tomato fight, lending you a shirt, and taking a few shots of whiskey before passing out on the couch here."

"How did you do that?" She shrugged.

"It's a basic vampiric skill. I learned it from my father when I was very little. I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For doing this. I'm sorry that he can't remember, and that you'll have to forget soon too."

"What?" I demanded. "Forget? Why do I have to forget? I thought…" She shook her head sadly.

"I've thought about it hard while you were in the washroom."

"You have, have you?"

"Vampires and humans cannot co-exist. It was foolish of me to even tell you my name. And for that I apologize." Her voice sounded true with sorrow and regret.

"Well I don't regret it. I'm glad I know you. To hell with what anyone else says!" I roared defensively, she surveyed me before speaking.

"I could kill you." Kill me? What she going on about now? I wondered as I waited for further explanation but got none.

"What do you mean?"

"With a flick of a finger I could crush your skull and send you flying across the room. You don't seem to get that being a vampire makes me dangerous. Just because I'm suicidal doesn't make me a stable monster. I don't want to hurt you, but if I were to loose control…" she shuddered at the thought. "That's why we shouldn't be friends."

"But you said you were in control."

"Yes well, it goes on and off sometimes. Especially with me, if you can't already tell. I'm not the strongest vampire in the world."

"But you just said-"

"Physical strength and mental strength are two very different things. Physically the strongest of body builders pale in comparison to me. I could take them out with one punch. Mentally…" she trailed off and gave a somber look. "Look, its just better this way. I've thought about it. Your better off without me."

"No!" I shouted and she stared at me, not even flinching but her face was etched with shock.

"No…?" she asked incredulously. "Jack, you don't understand-"

"Then tell me what I don't understand already!" That was it! I had enough! I wanted to be her friend, to help her. But she was making it damn impossible at the moment. "Tell me already! I want to know! Let me help you Keira, I just want to be your friend. Why won't you let that happen? Why won't you understand?"

"Understand what?"

"Understand that once and for all I don't care! Vampire, werewolf, pixie, human, the goddamn Easter Bunny! I don't give a flying fuck what the hell you are! So just deal with it and get over it already!" I was panting heavily as she just stared into my eyes. "I just want to be friends. Is that so wrong?"

"Very." She replied curtly before her eyes softened and she looked down. "I don't understand you at all. Your human, your not suppose to want to be friends with me."

"I'm not supposed to do a lot of things."

"And if I tried to kill you?" She looked up at me now, her eyes filled with fire. I stayed place as she pushed off the wall and made her way over to me. Two fingers pressing into my chest. Making me back against the wall with a soft thud.

"Keira…" Oh shit! This must have been what she was trying to warn me about. Fuck! Nice going Jack, you just became dinner. Well, I always wondered if I tasted good. I shook my head as she continued to stare in my eyes.

"I could make it quick. Painless even, just a snap of your neck. Or I could make it hurt." With a small touch she pressed into my neck with her finger. A brief moment of pain and I gasped in surprise. "Find your weak spots, play with you. Get the picture now?"

I nodded mutely as she let off the pressure of her finger. I was so shocked, who was she? "But I still don't care." And I meant it.

"And what if I accidentally bit you, what then?" And suddenly I was being brought down to her level. Her lips poised over my neck, I shivered as waves of pleasure were sent down my spine mixed in with fear and dread. Her touch was so sensual, her voice sultry, everything about her was so damn appealing. And I was thinking how nice it would be to hold her again, maybe this time not crying.

"Well I always wondered if I'm tasty or not. Mind telling me before you kill me?" My God! How could I joke at a time like this? I felt her shake her head in disgust as she pulled away from me. But my hands snatched out. Pulling her close to me, I was now standing upright. Holding her to me I heard her give a squeak of surprise.

"Jack!" I chuckled under my breath.

"Do you want to be my friend?"

"We can't-"

"That's not what I asked." And I pulled her back just enough to look into her eyes. Good God, did she feel so wonderful to hold. She molded to my body perfectly, so small, so fragile. But she was also dangerous and sexy, a perfect fit. "Look Keira, I get you can kill me. I get all your warnings. But what you don't seem to get is that I mean what I say and I say what I mean. Always, I'm a roughneck but an honest roughneck. And I know you've been through a lot and are just trying to protect me from yourself but you don't have to. You don't have to do everything on your own you know? If you get out of control, let me help you. If something's bugging you then tell me. That's what friends do for each other. Now let me be your friend." We stared deep into each others eyes. I knew she was contemplating something.

Suddenly she folded herself into me. Burrowing deeper into my chest, holding me to her. I wrapped my arms around her protectively and held her.

"You haven't even known me an hour and already you request friendship."

"It's a weakness of mine."

"Making friends with monsters?"

"Your not a monster."

"Fat lot you know." I shook my head and continued to hold her.

"What is it going to take to convince you you're a nice girl?"

"Don't try and convince me anything. I know what I am and I know what I'm not."

"And you're a nice girl with pretty eyes."

"Stop saying that!" I laughed as she beat my chest with her fist.

"Ow!" I cried, it did hurt but I knew she must have been just tapping me. "Alright look. I'm going to ask you one more time." She pulled back and stared into my eyes.

"What is it?"

"Do you want to be my friend?" She bit her lip and her ruby red eyes were large with contemplation. I knew she was having a hard time, I knew it was a lot to ask of someone who probably even didn't trust her own parents. But I wanted her by my side. Something about her made something inside me stir. She was just so perfect, so wonderful. I had to be around her. I don't know why, I just had to. I suppose I needed her, and I think she needed me. I know its selfish to say, but I could see it in her eyes. She needed someone. And I wanted that someone to be me.

"I want to be your friend Jack." She whispered to me, a smile on her face. My face broke into a grin and I pulled her to me and hugged her. She hugged me back. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes when we were interrupted by the old man's snores. I had to laugh and so did she. Her voice was like music to the ears as it came in soft notes. I looked down at her and stroked her hair, I saw a faint blush creep up into her cheeks. I mentally laughed evilly, she was so cute when she blushed.

Taking Keira's hand in mine. I lead her to the restaurant part of the pub. (We were currently in the back where the old man lived.)

XXX

My hand never left hers as he sat in the corner of the rustic restaurant. The sounds of rowdy men and beer glasses clinking went all around. The waitress came around to us and for some strange reason didn't notice Keira. I was about to say something when I felt her give my hand a squeeze. Ignoring it I ordered a hearty beef stew with bread and a glass of water.

"What's all that about?" I asked her, we were sitting on opposite sides of the table. But are hands linked together.

"I told you, I can't let anyone know I was here."

"Why not?"

"Well it's a bit complicated. I'll try to explain as best I can though. But in short, its best humans remain ignorant to my presence." I nodded to her.

"Understandable I suppose. I think a lot of people might be a bit freaked out if they found out about your um…batty problem." She nearly fell over in laughter.

"Batty problem?" I laughed myself as I watched her wipe away a blood tear. "That's one way of putting it."

"So can you tell me something?" she nodded.

"Depends, but go on."

"Are the legends about vampires true?" She was thoughtful for a moment.

"Yes and no, it depends on what class of vampire."

"The class of vampire?"

"Yes, there are four classes of vampire. There was originally three but then with the most recent development it turns out there is four. Have you ever heard of the name Hellsing?" I nodded.

"Yeah, but don't you mean Van Helsing from that vampire book?" To my surprise she nodded.

"Yes, they are one in the same. It's a very complicated history."

"I got time." She went quiet as the waitress came around with my food.

"Here you are darling."

"Thanks Mae."

"No problem. Call me if you need anything else."

"Sure thing, thanks." She walked away and I saw Keira was looking at my food. An almost wistful gaze in her eyes which was replaced by a hardened look. I watched her stand up on the bench.

"What are you doing?!" I roared reaching forward but she just waved away.

"Look, I'm not a very tall person. No need to rub it in." She said annoyed as she looked around. "The coast's clear. No one in this bar knows I'm here and there isn't a threat in the room. We're safe." She sat back and folded her hands together.

"Are you insane?"

"Never said I wasn't." She smirked at me and I had to laugh.

"Alright then what was that all about?"

"Checking to see if we were safe. No one knows I'm here, no one thinks your talking to anyone. Just sitting in the corner eating your food quietly. They won't bother us at all. Nor will the waitress."

"Nice trick."

"My father taught me much."

"Okay, so explain to me what Hellsing is."

"Did you know that during the Second World War their was a substantial increase in the vampire attacks all around Europe?" I shook my head. "And did you also know that since the year 1476 vampires were thought to be real and actually exist. But by the time the year 1734 came into effect everyone thought they were nothing but mere lore used in children's stories. But there were still some scientists who sought to find the understand such creatures. But how can you find something that supposedly doesn't exist?"

"Must have been hard. Did they do it?" She shrugged.

"No one really thought they were real until the year 1890 when Dr. Van Helsing came to Lord Galdming's estate in hopes of curing Lucy Westerna from a severe case of what they at first thought was anemia."

"Wait a moment…aren't those-?"

"Character names?" she offered and I nodded. "Oh yes, Bram Stoker was given a more let's just say…cleaner and more edited version of the real story."

"So its real? There real?" She nodded to me.

"Yes, the descendants of Jonathan and Mina Harker still are around. They live somewhere in Bristol I believe, though they know nothing of their lineage. Nothing except for having a solicitor for a grandfather and a loving grandmother."

"So the story is true?" she nodded.

"In a sense yes. And it was Van Helsing who started what is know known as the vampire hunting organization in all of Great Britain. It is called the Hellsing Organization which has been run by the Hellsing family now for two generations, we are currently in our third."

"Why tell me this? Isn't it supposed to be a secret?"

"We're friends now aren't we? Plus it has a lot to do with me."

"But if you're a vampire, then what are you doing with a vampire hunting organization?"

"I never said I was a free vampire." I looked at her with question in my eyes as she sighed. "You see there are three original types of vampires. One of them is the ghoul which is a deflowered human that has been drained of its blood. It is nothing more than a mindless mentally retarded cannibalistic corpse. Animated to do its Master's bidding.

The third type is the normal vampire in which its strengths can range from which ever least amount to which ever greatest amount. They are blood raging monsters with a superiority complex and a huge ego. They are arrogant, strong, smart, and high dangerous. They control all the ghouls they have made. They can also create what we call "fledglings." Fledglings are flowered humans who have been given immortality and the servitude of their masters. It's a bond of blood that is supremely strong between two vampires. But they can eventually take the blood of their masters and thus freeing themselves. And they must also do whatever their Master wishes but are the opposite of ghouls."

"Alright, and the third?" I asked dipping my bread in my soup as I ate and listened to her.

"The third are what we call in Romanian Nosferatu. This means "undead." Nosferatu are the strongest, the most ancient, and feared vampires among the vampires. Until recently there has only been one in existence. And that is my father." Her father…?

"Really?" she nodded.

"And that's where Dr. Van Helsing comes in." I noted how she pronounced each foreign word accordingly. Making me think she was fluent in more than one languages. "You see, when Dr. Van Helsing came to England. And from there decided to pursue the most famous of all vampires. The one that made it so Bram Stoker became a very rich man and the scientists of the day looking for him put off because of that little piece of fiction."

"Count Dracula."

"Yes, Count Dracula."

"But, what a minute. So your…your telling me-"

"Count Dracula was once a man. I'll get into his history some other time. But for now be content with this. I'm basically revealing the entire history of the vampires to you and all its secrets."

"I see, don't worry I wont tell."

"And even if you try to. I can just erase your memory."

"But I-"

"We'll still be friends but this conversation would have never happened."

"I see well then…go on."

"Yes and you see it says that Count Dracula was destroyed by Dr. Van Helsing, doesn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Well you could say that I suppose. Dracula died that night and a couple years later something else was born."

"What do you mean?" And she smirked evilly at me.

"I'll not say his name because I don't want to call him but I'll tell you this now. If you spell Dracula backwards you get another name."

"So your telling me…"

"Dracula may have died that night but that didn't mean he stayed dead."

"He's real? He's alive?" she nodded.

"Yes, and he is the greatest Nosferatu in existence. The No-Life King of vampires."

"How do you know all this?"

"He's my father." I said nothing as I sat dumbstruck looking at the girl before me. Her being a vampire I could deal with. Her powers I could deal with, and even her bloodlust I could deal with. It was only natural. But to tell me she was the daughter of Dracula…it was all too much.

"Breathe Jack." I took in a deep breath at her command.

"So that means you're a Nosferatu?" she nodded.

"Yes."

"And your mother?"

"My father's fledgling. Apparently they fell in love and well you know the birds and bees." I laughed and she continued to survey me.

"Eat."

"Wait a minute you haven't explained what Hellsing has to do with you."

"Eat and I'll explain."

"Yes, ma'am." She rolled her eyes at my mocking as I began to eat.

"Hellsing is a top secret organization that tracks and kills vampires. Dr. Van Helsing created a seal to keep my father in place. This means his servitude to the Hellsing family lineage. My mother is of his blood, he sired her when she was dying in Cheddar Village from a gunshot wound that means that she is bound to the Hellsing family as well. This means that I as their child am bound to not only them but to the Hellsing family as well."

Keira took her hands off the table and held them up for me. The back of them facing me. All I saw was their black leather and watched in fascination as she took them off. I was appalled when I saw a violet colored pentacle inscribed with a circle around it. Ancient runes in which I could not read were inked deep into her skin. Encircled once more by another band of purple.

"My seal, my father has it too. My mother does not however because she does not need it. She is already bound to my father." And she put her glove back on.

"What does it do?"

"Binds me to the Hellsing family, keeps me in check, and basically enslaves me for the rest of my life. This is eternity."

"I don't understand though, I thought if your dead you can't bear children."

"Neither do we, I'm just lucky that Sir Integra is a good Master. Otherwise…" she trailed off, a dark look about her.

"Otherwise what? Keira, are you okay?" I asked taking her hand she nodded.

"I'm fine." I wondered how bitter the lie must have tasted to her because it made my own tongue taste it as well.

"What would have happened?"

"I would have been experimented on, so would have my mother and father. I'll leave it at that." she looked at me meaningfully and I nodded.

"Okay." I gave her hand a squeeze and she have the hint of a smile.

"Thank you."

"No problem." A silence lapsed between us as I continued to eat. "So what do you do for Hellsing?"

"I track down and hunt FREAKS."

"FREAKS?"

"Oh that's right, I didn't tell you about them. FREAKS are humans implanted with imitation vampirism. Their like normal vampires and can create ghouls and all that. But the problem with them is that if you kill them, the ghouls are not diminished in the least bit nor are they killed. Which is my what my job is, I dispose of the trash."

"I see." I said nodding to her. I finished eating my food and I saw her pensiveness. "Are you alright?" I asked.

"I don't know what I'm going to tell my Master…or my parents."

"Tell them the truth."

"Its not that simple."

"How so?" she bit her lip and continued to stare out the window.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Keira?" I asked tentatively, she turned my way.

"Yes?" she asked me.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, don't you?" She smiled slightly.

"I do. Thank you Jack." God, how I loved the way she said my name. "But there are something's better left unsaid." And with that she slid from out of the booth. "I have to go."

"What?" I asked standing up with her. "Where?"

"I have to go home and beg not to be locked up."

"Your not serious are you?"

"As serious as I've ever been." She replied flatly and I sighed.

"Alright, well let me walk you home at least."

"No need, I'll just teleport home."

"Teleport?"

"I can manipulate shadows to do my bidding. Create familiars, turn into mist, control bats, wolves, rats, insects, and cats. I also can do telekinesis and my telepathy-" she stopped short and grimaced as though remembering something painful.

"Wow, that's a lot."

"Nosferatu remember?" she said to me.

"Well at least let my walk you out." she looked at me and nodded.

"Okay." Slipping her hand into mine she allowed me to steer her out of the restaurant baffling me on how no one seemed to notice the beauty walking out with a scruffy guy like me. But in a way I was glad, they wouldn't appreciate her like I could. No, only make brazen remarks about her. Degrade her. She was a beautiful precious flower to be treated with kindness and respect, and I wanted to be the guy who did it. As though sensing my thoughts she drew closer to me. I looked down at her and couldn't help but grin. She was a beautiful flower, an angel.

XXX

We walked out of the restaurant and through the back way so we were in the alley once more. Our hands still linked together as I was about to lead her out of the alley way I heard her sigh.

"You okay?" I asked stopping and looking down at her.

"I don't want to go home, not yet."

"You could always stay with me." I offered a bit of hope in my voice.

"I want to. Believe me, but I can't. I'm in enough trouble as it is."

"I think its completely unfair you know? Your boss should understand not reprimand you about it."

"No, they're right. I am a failure."

"No your not!"

"No Jack, I am." And she sighed once more. "I'm a failure as a vampire. I may be skilled on the battlefield but in the real world I leave much to be desired. You see I-"

"There you are!" Called a gruff voice. I turned and saw a man dressed in army fatigues glaring out at us. My instinct immediately told me to protect as my body went before Keira. Shielding her from view and from harm.

"Who are you?"

"Shove off kid." He said coming closer. "Hand over the girl and no one gets hurt."

"No." I replied my voice firm as I stood up to my fully height. My body tensed for fight. "What do you want with Keira?" I demanded.

"So the little bitch has a name?" He laughed. "Whatever, just hand her over. She the property of Hellsing. So be a good little boy and hand the little bitch over."

"How dare you talk about her like that?" I demanded but he just laughed in my face as he un-holstered a gun and cocked it at me. I froze but moved not.

"Whatever spell you got him under I suggest you break it now, monster. Time to go."

"Fuck off."

I heard her say as she stepped out from behind me. Her voice low and deadly, a tone I had never heard any girl used. Even when she had me pinned against the wall, it was more playful that deadly.

"Keira don't-"

"Don't tell me what do to Jack. Its not like I haven't been shot before." She turned to face the man with her body. Her eyes now focused on him.

"Aw, is the little freak getting some nerve now is she?" he taunted her, my jaw clenched.

"Hey-!"

"Shut up." She spoke her voice full of commanding authority. "I will not let you speak to me like that again."

"Say whatever the hell you want. But your coming with me. So get your ass over here."

"No."

"Don't make me take you by force." He sneered.

"I'll go home when I want to go home. So leave me alone private." I heard doors opening and closing like they came from cars.

"Oi! What's the hold up, you get the freak or what?" Called a couple more guys in fatigues coming to meet us.

"The bitch isn't going."

"Well then let's just shoot her and get it over with."

"The boss might get mad at us."

"So what? We can just say she attacked us." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. How dare they speak like that to her? I wanted to punch them into oblivion (A/N: thanks for the line Silverfox3220!) but stopped when she rested a delicate hand on my arm.

"Don't do anything, you'll only get yourself hurt."

"But I-"

"No buts." And I watched as she addressed them. "Go on, shoot me. But let's see what happens when I wake up again." She growled as they laughed.

"Oh what? What're you gonna do to us? We know you can't hurt us."

"Yeah, you'll only just be locked up down in the dungeons with the rest of your freak family."

"How dare you call my parents freaks?!" she roared and they took an automatic step back. I don't know how I could have missed it, the gun at her side as she un- holstered it and aimed it at them. It was larger than any hand gun I had ever seen. "I'd watch yourself if I were you."

"Go on do it." he sneered, calling her bluff. She merely smirked as I watched her pull the trigger.

"Holy shit!" one of them cried as they all pointed their guns at her. "Don't fucking move!" She merely laughed bitterly as the man was now on the floor. I saw no blood but a large hole in the hat that now lay discarded. It was his hat, she had given him a warning shot.

"What part of 'watch yourself' don't you pathetic humans understand?" she asked holstering her gun at her side. I merely stared mouth agape. "Go home, and take your hat with you. Before I change my mind."

"You'll pay for this you little-" he was suddenly cut off as a dark shadow appeared behind him. A white gloved hand snatching out. Bringing him up by his throat. With bulging eyes he gasped for breath. The others backed off immediately as a large figure formed from the shadows.

"Little what? Care to finish that sentence?" said the deep sultry voice of a tall man clad in red. "Or how about I finish it for you?" He brought the man's face up to his. Peering at him through orange tinted sun glasses. "Call my daughter that again and I'll take my time personally ripping you to shreds. You pathetic excuse for a human." The man was suddenly thrown from him. Landing in a large thud on the brick wall. The wall cracked slightly and the man slumped to the floor and moved no more.

"Father…" I heard her whisper as the man turned his attention to Keira.

"Leave, now." He said to the soldiers. We watched them scamper away as the man bared his fangs at him. A mouthful of razor sharp teeth looming out at them made them not able to be told twice as they barreled out of the alleyway.

"Father I-"

"Save it." he snarled. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" He demanded converging on us. I felt her tremble.

"I-"

"Nearly destroyed my Master's Organization. Our organization. How dare you leave without so much as a word to anyone? And what else?" His eyes turned to me. I gulped hard as I froze, like a rabbit in a snare. His glare was terrifying, and I knew Lucifer himself would have flinched at the mere sight of him. For the way Keira was trembling and from the way he was looking at me with piercing eyes I knew we were in trouble.

"Look I know I shouldn't have left I just-"

"No excuses!" he roared at her. "Its bad enough you left but I now find you in the company of a human. A boy human none the less. No, not a girl, but boy." And I almost wanted to laugh. His eyes were filled with hellfire, his height and the creepy essence that emanated him was downright frightening. But he was just a fretting parent at this point. It must have been difficult for him to see his daughter in the presence of a guy. "Care to explain?"

She shuffled her feet and refused to meet his gaze. "I didn't mean to…it just…sort of…happened that way…I…um-"

"Save your sniveling apologies for another time Keira. I want to know how much you've told him." she looked away and I gave her hand a squeeze.

"All of it." His face turned blank as he took a couple steps back from us. He kept walking until he came a safe distance away from us. I stared in curiosity.

"Have you lost your mind?" he said his voice full of shock and appallsion. "Do you know what you've done?"

"Its fine father! Its okay, he won't tell. I promise. Look-" she was cut off when he was suddenly in front of us. She gasped in surprise as his hand came flying out. Smacking her straight across her face. Blood splattered on the walls and on the floor.

"Its fine?!" He roared. "Its fine?! It is most certainly not fine! How dare you jeopardize all we've worked for by trusting an insignificant human? Because he was handsome? Because he muttered some sweet nothings to you? How dare you? Answer me!"

"Hey!" called to him and he turned to me. "That's pretty unfair you know!"

"Jack-"

"No! Do you know what she's been through?" I demanded of the red devil before me. Fear chocked my heart but the adrenaline pumped and I went on. "Crying and calling herself a monster don't you think she's been through enough?" to my shock he laughed. Tipping back his head, his laughter rang throughout the entire alleyway.

"Oh that's hilarious boy." He said when he had stopped still chuckling. "I see your thoughts. You think she's not a monster? You think that its all a game don't you?" he laughed once more. "My God, you are a foolish human, aren't you?"

"She is not a monster!"

"She is of my blood. And that means she is all that I am." He growled his voice serious now. "She just like her mother and I before her are what nightmares are made of. Monsters. There is no other way to put it, boy."

"I don't believe you! She's a nice girl!"

"But a vampire none the less." He looked down and peered into my eyes. "And yet you accept her?"

"Damn straight."

"Bold aren't we?" I nodded.

"Never said I wasn't." He chuckled darkly.

"Never the matter, be lucky I was here child and not the other soldiers. Or he might actually be dead." I heard her breath come in at a gasp.

"Father no! You can't!" This just earned her another slapped.

"Do not tell me what I cannot do child." He snarled.

"Father please, please don't take his memory!" And she looked at him pleadingly ignoring the pain as I watched in fascination the wounds healing close in seconds. They continued to stare into each others eyes. Somehow communicating to each other.

"What do you propose I do then?" he asked after a pause, seeming to have calmed down some.

"I don't know, but anything but that!"

"Why do you care so much? Why do you think you deserve such a thing?" he demanded of her.

"I-"

"You do not deserve to keep him. The boy will either have to die or his memory erased. You take your pick."

"Father please…" she pleaded.

"That is totally unfair!" I yelled at him, his eyes snapped to me.

"I suggest you shut up boy before I pick for her."

"No! I will not be quiet!" I roared. "She's been through enough as it is! I mean my God she practically tried to kill herself not hours ago!" He froze as I watched his glasses slip on the bridge of his nose. Revealing a pair of blood red eyes, widened in horror.

"You…tried to…" he trailed off, his eyes coming slowly back to Keira who looked utterly petrified. "Kill…yourself?"

"Like you said, we are what nightmares are made of." She stated bitterly.

"So you…tried to…commit…suicide?" He whispered incredulous, she nodded. The wind whistled past us and I couldn't help but think.

Oh shit.

To be continued…


Well there you have it folks! Hope you liked it. I just wanted it to be a bit of an introduction for Jack into Keira's world and how he so accepting of her no matter what she says or does. He even stood up to Alucard, Alucard! Just who is he? I don't know, I'm just the poor authoress who only gets by one measly scraps of reviews. So please review and make me happy! Thank you to all those who reviewed before, I love you all!!! Please review!!!