I'm a little concerned about Alucard being in character at the very end of the chapter so ah...yes. Please review and let me know how that went.

Chapter 6

It is a well known fact that many predators and hunters roam the streets of London every night, but this man was slightly different. He was a unique kind of hunter. He preyed on the predators.

His target this night was not a hard kill. It was another one of those artificial creatures imitating him and his kind. If he ever had any qualms in killing his own, he held none for these impostors. She had been a women taking advantage of the drunken men that surrounded her. But he knew he had time to enjoy this night before he was summoned back to his Master's estate.

And what a beautiful night it was, the moon shining brightly, bathing him and the streets in ghostly white. The cobblestone sidewalk was pleasingly nostalgic beneath his feet. Humans wandered around him, some in a hurry, some going nowhere at all. Many had no idea of the dangers that could be walking right behind them, or maybe even talking to them that very instant. This is what was known as blissful ignorance in this day and age.

He took in a deep breath, admiring the sweet smell of young blood. Likewise, he enjoyed the vintage aroma of those past their prime. A scent he recognized soon filled his dead lungs. What a true delight! It had been a good few years since he encountered this girl. He took a moment to think about her. She had fought in vein against the men that killed her parents, but she didn't fear death. If she had been awake to see her rescue, would she have feared him? He may never know.

Casually following the pleasant scent, the man was lead to the other side of the walkways, where the girl he remembered had gown into a fresh teenager. He did not approach, but watched from a conceivable distance.

She was with 2 friends that seemed to be her age, which he estimated to be 14 or 15. She was attempting to persuade them to go home, that it was late. The blond's friends were calling her a chicken and that they could stay out longer with out getting in trouble. The first girl nodded and reluctantly followed them as they began walking away from the hunter that meant them no harm. He swiftly and silently followed. They continued walking and talking for a while, passing stores closing down and night clubs turning their lights on. At last the blond began pleading with her friends again. It was getting late and this was a big city. Her friends called her a pussy this time, but agreed to start heading home. They turned at the next right hand alley, the beginning of the quickest way to the orphanage that the man in red had originally brought the girl. A few streets ahead they turned into another alley, and the man knew that human men with knives lay in wait for them. What a sight it could be, to see this play out.

Three grisly construction workers. They had been heavily drinking that night. One of them couldn't stand being rejected for sex again and rattled up his comrades. The only two things on their minds were rape and murder. Human nature could be truly disgusting at times. When the three girls were in reach, they were grabbed into the darkness, hands over their mouths. With interest, the man watched. All three were trying to control their prey. He watched proudly as the girl he saved years ago put up a much harder fight than her friends. Oh yes, he had done well to let her live. The other girls weren't so lucky. As he had the first time, he looked into the mind of his unknowing ward.

It was impossible to escape the man that held her roughly with his callused hands. The smell of Whiskey rolled out of his mouth and into her nostrils. It was mixed with the pungent oder of vomit. He grabbed her face with his grubby fingers saying

"'Ow 'bout a kiss, love?" She pushed against his face with all her might, using her one free hand. The other was being held tightly. Her fingers felt like they would break. She tried to kick his steady frame but the man suddenly decided that she would be easier managed on the ground. He pushed her down and began feeling her supple breasts. Tears welled up in her eyes when he left those alone and went down to her entrance. She now struggled all the harder. At last, she was able to strike between his legs, forcing him to let go. He made a muffled cry of pain. She turned her head to look at her friends. She almost gave up right then.

Linda was dead and had clearly been violated beforehand. Semen was leaking and mixing with blood from where she had been penetrated for the first time. Her hips were probably broken. From what the girl could see, she had been stabbed several times in the stomach, which weakly bled, and had been choked. Her clothes were torn and her face was streaked with salty tears. The man that had done this to her was now with the one raping Elizabeth. He began taking her from behind, for his friend already occupied the front. Her neck was broken and she was bleeding out of her mouth. She was already dead. The surviving girl had nearly 3 seconds to take this in before she was grabbed by her attacker again. She was forced to her knees. The man pulled out a knife as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. He pressed the blade to the girl's neck and said in his alcohol drenched breath

"Suck, or you'll end up like those loverly ladies." She wrapped her lips obediently around his length and bit down hard. He yelled again and hit her with the butt of his blade. Everything went black.

Rounding the corner, the hunter made quick work of the two men raping the dead girl. But the other man had nearly ended not only the life of the girl with potential, but the dark man's chance to have her for his own. The human would suffer for this.

It had been nearly a week since she had spoken with her Master. Seras was still heartbroken, but had had time to think over what had happened. It had been foolish of her to hope for anything more. Regardless, it hurt for things to fall back onto the old routine. The only thing that was different was that she had grown closer to her new men. The were more attentive and trusted her.

"Well," she began sarcastically, "at least the humans like me." She was becoming fond of a select few who nearly treated her as though she weren't a monster. But her Master was right, she craved for blood more vigorously than she ever had before. Sir Integra had ordered the new butler to give her two extra IV bags of blood.

Surprisingly, her Master hadn't shown up the past week to rub salt in the wound as she would have expected. In fact, she hadn't seen him since her rough scolding. Until that night when, while she was reading a book in the confines of her room, he appeared to speak with her.

"Police girl." He said. He didn't really have expression to those words, so Seras was unsure of how to react. Should she snap back or act as though nothing happened?

"Yes, Master? Do you need me for something?" The second option sounded less fatal. However, she didn't raise her eyes from the book.

"You are not particularly needed for any thing. However, I have been released from my dungeon only restriction and I am asking you if you would like to join me on a walk. I must speak with you about something." She put the book down and scoffed.

"A walk? Excuse me? No apology? I know I'm a toy, but, Master, I'm a toy with feelings! Are you even going to acknowledge what happened?" Alucard's brows knitted together in an expression of slight confusion.

"What are you talking about? Is this a game of some sort? If it is, it is silly. Come, we have something to discuss." He held out his hand to her. She slapped it away and stood up, now angry.

"It's not a game! You can't just...just....lead me on, throw me to the dogs, and then expect me to follow you around like some lost and trusting child!" Bloody tears began to fall thick and fast. "And to think that I thought you were something other than the monster you really are. All you care about is yourself!" She pushed past him and phased from her room. Her mental blocks were strong, so he couldn't tell where she had run off to.

Alucard could deal with almost anything. Hording armies the damned? He could handle that. Every creature of the night turning against him? He was ready to face them. A crying girl? Now that was something he was helpless against.

He stormed out of the room, trying to think where his fledgling could have gone. The shooting range would make sense. She was, after all, an acting officer. She had those new troops to train. He made a bee line for it. When he entered, there was no sign of her. Rage rolled off of him. There were a few humans here and there. All of them seemed to go still when they saw him. He walked towards one of the closer ones. He picked up the soldier by his shirt and raised him to eye level.

"Where is she?" He said, serious as the grave, staring into the soul of the man before him.

"W-w-who!?" He cried, struggling against the iron grip.

"Seras Victoria!" Alucard snarled. The scared soldier shook his head, showing that he didn't know. Another soldier came up from behind and said very timidly,

"Are you...er...Alucard, sir?" Dropping the man in his clutches, he turned to look down at the one who addressed him.

"That is what I am called, yes. Why do you need to know, human? Do you know where my fledgling is?"

"Sir, if I may be so bold?" Alucard waved his hand to let him know he could continue. "Officer Victoria is rather upset with you. She is hurt about you ah...yelling at her about a week ago. Ladies are very sensitive about those things, you know?" The vampire studied the man.

"Do you really think that's the case?" The man nodded cautiously, knowing his life may well be on the line. "Then tell me...what is it that you would do? I must speak with her about something very important. From what you say, demanding would only make her more upset."
"Yes, sir, it probably would. She is a modern woman. My name is George, sir. I've gotten to know her a little better recently." Alucard's eyes narrowed. "Not very well! Not like that! Ah...err...um...she..well...she probably wants you to a-apologize!" He held up his hands in front of his face in a display of fear. Again, Alucard studied him.