Sorry about the huge gap in updates... I've just been way tired, college is kinda stretching me thin with my sleeping... Though I'm partly to blame too...

Anyways here's Chapter 7... I feel it may be a little rushed, so message me and let me know what you think. It'd be awesome.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Hellsing.. Just the plot and Nhira and other things that I decide to slip in.

Without further adieu, here is chapter 7.

Hellsing Chapter 7

Nhira sighed as she rummaged through the trunk carefully, the possessions within the trunk being quite antique as it were. And though she found it boring enough to sigh, she was also quite inquisitive about what she might find, something to tell her why Alucard was acting the way he was; being too sincere, or hell, sincere at all. It was just plain creepy.

Nhira had already pulled the beautiful dresses from the trunk and hung them carefully in her closet, so as to not wrinkle them and began going through the rest of the contents; there were letters addressed to whomever this trunk belonged to from what looked liked a Jonathon something or other, there were also old quills and ink bottles, blank parchment, portraits of various people, among other things. Munching on a few pieces of sushi, Nhira carefully pulled out what appeared to be a journal or diary, not that there was much difference. Wiping off her hands again, to be sure she wouldn't dirty the book, she carefully opened the cover and looked for a name, but was unable to find anything but the initials M.M. Carefully turning the page she found that it seemed to be written in an older dialect of English, possibly even Latin, if memory served correctly. Not paying attention to what was written, she just flipped through the pages carefully until she noticed that the writing took on a more hurried script. Skimming though a few pages, she noticed the name Helling within the contents of the passages and she became quite intrigued and began reading in earnest. She was surprised to see the mention of the name Dracula. She felt stupid as she realized this all sounded familiar; she had read, not this exact story, but one similar to it in the form of Bram Stoker's Dracula. She didn't understand how she hadn't figured it out earlier.

'But then… These things belong to… oh my, these are Mina's things.. But what about Dracula, he's just a myth, isn't he?' She thought to herself as she continued reading. 'Wait a minute…. Dracula, Alucard… it's flipped around… Does that make Alucard Dracula? Oh boy.. That's probably why he's acting the way he is around me.'

Nhira sighed and rubbed her eyes, having read through the cursive script had given her a slight headache, but she was determined to continue through the book. Glancing at the time, she found it was only nine twenty-five, before turning her attention back to the pages she was determined to read through. She spent another twenty minutes read through the book when she was surprised, not only by the knock on her door, but of what she had just read. Jumping out of her chair, she cradled the book, still open to the page she'd just read, to her chest and opened the door to find Walter there.

"Hello Nhira, I was wondering if you'd like a dessert before bed," He said with a bow of his head.

"Oh, thank you Walter, that would be fantastic.. Um, is Sir Hellsing still up?" Nhira inquired, clutching the book tighter to herself.

"Yes, Sir Hellsing is still up in her study. Is something wrong Miss?" Walter asked, glancing down at the book she help. "What is that, if I may ask?"

"It was a diary belonging to my ancestor, but I need to speak with Sir Hellsing briefly about something I found in its contents." Nhira replied, not wanting to let go of the book.

"Of course Miss, I'll bring dessert up in about fifteen to twenty minutes, will that be sufficient time?"

"That should be perfect Walter, thank you." Nhira smiled softly and exited her room, closing the door behind her and smiling at Walter before quickly taking off for Integra's office.

She paused outside the door just long enough to knock and be welcomed in by Integra, who seemed mildly surprised to see her, and even more surprised at the question asked.

"Did you know?" Nhira blurted out.

"Know what?" Integra asked somewhat impatiently, she didn't have time for guessing games, she had paperwork to do.

Instead of answering, Nhira quickly approached Integra's desk and hesitated as she pulled the diary from her chest and placed it in front of Integra, pointing to the line that had surprised her. She pulled her hand back as Integra looked down at the book in front of her and pulled her hand away, waiting to see the reaction she might get from the normally stoic woman.

"Oh, Dear God.." Integra muttered, looking up at Nhira in surprise. "I'm appalled and disgusted. That's despicable."

"Talking about me are you?" Alucard's voice ran out from behind Nhira, causing said girl to snatch up the diary again. "What's this? Alucard asked, smelling the anxiety coming from Nhira and the disgust from Integra.

"It's nothing, nothing at all." Nhira squeaked.

"Tsk, tsk, trying to keep things from me little human. I'll just take it from your mind then." Alucard said with a malicious grin.

'Shit!' Nhira hissed to herself before thinking up any and every song that she could think of, meshing them together to act as a barrier that would wrap around her thoughts in a dome like structure to keep Alucard out. She didn't know if it would work, but she was damn well going to try.

From the growl that Alucard let out, she assumed that she had succeeded and let out a soft sigh, but didn't let her guard down.

"Alucard, I command you to stop trying to read her mind." Integra ordered. "She'll tell you when she wants to."

At that moment, Nhira was so thankful to Integra, she didn't know how long she'd be able to fend him off before he figured out the lyrics to the songs, especially with how often she normally play said songs.

Alucard growled, but bowed and replied with a slightly put out, "Yes Master." And then he disappeared from sight.

Integra and Nhira looked at each other briefly, nodding at each other before Nhira too disappeared from the room, though, she used the door and hurried back to her room and tucked the book safely back into the trunk. Having hidden it from view once again, Nhira sighed and relaxed greatly, ready to fall onto her bed when a knock sounded at her door. She smiled as she opened the door, expecting Walter, but squeaked in surprise to find Alucard there, holding what appeared to be her dessert Walter prepared.

"Hello little one," He said softly, phasing through her, causing her to shudder.

"Again with that damned nickname." Nhira muttered as she closed the door and went over to the table where Alucard was sitting and sat across from him where he placed her dish of what appeared to be an ice cream sundae.

Nhira looked up at Alucard, meaning to ask him where her spoon was, but the question died in her throat when she saw it in his hand.

"What do you want?" She asked apprehensively.

"What ever do you mean, little one?" Alucard said, seeming to fight to keep the grin off his face; that must have been torturously hard, seeing as he just loves to grin the way he does.

"You're holding my spoon hostage, what do you want?" Nhira said, staring at him as he twirled her spoon through his fingers.

"You're keeping information from me, I would like to know what it is."

"I would say that I don't understand why it's a big deal, but I can't exactly say that, because I do know why it's so important." Nhira resisted the urge to roll her eyes before she spoke again. "You're name is Dracula backwards, correct?"

Alucard hummed affirmation, but seems exasperated that she seemed to only now figure that out. Nhira paid him no mind as she stood and went to her box of books.

"So, then, it would be correct in assuming…" Nhira trailed off, walking back to the table. "This book is about you?" She set down a copy of what seemed to be an older copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula, which Alucard nearly scoffed at.

"I suppose you could say that this story is about myself, yes, there are facts that are wrong, some things that he left out of his tale. But, overall, yes, it is about me." Alucard said, sneering at the book. "What has this to do with anything?"

"Can I have my spoon first, I'd like to actually eat some of my ice cream before it's all melted." Nhira said, jumping in surprise when Alucard appeared right next to her, a spoonful of ice cream waiting for her to eat it. Though when she went to take the spoon, Alucard pulled it back and Nhira nearly growled in annoyance.

"Indulge me," Alucard said softly, pressing the spoon to her lips gently. He was acting stranger now and it was really beginning to freak Nhira out.

Nhira looked at him like her grew multiple heads, which, though he was capable of doing, he didn't actually do so, and Nhira gave a soft sigh before complying and opening her mouth, allowing the age old vampire to feed her. When Nhira's ice cream was almost gone, Alucard spoke again.

"So, are you going to tell me what the storyteller's book has to do with anything?"

Nhira looked at Alucard contemplatively as she finished her mouthful of ice cream.

"It has relevance to stuff I found out today, though it's quite a lot to take in."

Alucard waited patiently for her to continue.

"You promise you won't like…freak out and get angry or anything, like, after I show you this stuff?."

Alucard nodded, watching as Nhira stood and walked over to the trunk that he remembered quite vividly.

"I won't bother telling you who's trunk this is, as I'm sure you know already who it used to belong to." Nhira said as she carefully opened the trunk. "I think I've finally figured out what it is you've been telling me so cryptically."

Alucard watched as Nhira pulled out a portrait, holding it to her chest as she stood up and walked back over to him. Standing right next to him, Nhira's knees brushing against his chair as she pulled the picture away from her bosom and wiped it free of dust.

"I look so much like her, she was my great, great, great grandmother or something, and you loved her… Didn't you?" Nhira tore her eyes away from the photograph and looked at Alucard. "You were the fearsome Dracula and you're the reason that no one wanted to talk about her.. No one wanted to look at me, because of you." She muttered softly, before giving a pitiful, half sob, half laugh. "But of course, I could be wrong there too.. It may not have been what you did, but what the other man did to her. Maybe it has nothing to do with you."

Nhira looked back down at the picture, a few tears falling from her eyes, dropping onto the glass that protected the fragile slip of paper that would have possibly been ruined otherwise. She jumped slightly when she felt a hand caressing her face and looked at Alucard, who seemed more human than he probably felt in a long time at the sight of her tears and anguish. Nhira carefully handed the glass protected picture of the woman with whom she was related to the man in front of her.

"I'm not her, you know that… But you look at me like I am her. I can't be her. I may be like her in some ways, but I cannot become her." Nhira said softly, going back to the trunk once again and pulling out the book that she had previously been trying to keep away from him. "Having read through bits and pieces of this, I think that she would have liked for you to have this and I think that you need to read through it; but read it slowly. You'll soon find what it was that Integra and I were speaking of. I knew not if this information would anger you, though I'm pretty sure it might, if you loved her like I think you did."

Alucard nodded, not really agreeing nor disagreeing to what Nhira had said as she walked back over to him and placed the diary against his still, frozen, unbeating heart, jolting slightly at the action, but not enough for Nhira to notice. For, as soon as he placed his free hand on the book, she had gone to grab her pajamas and walked into the bathroom, coming out minutes later with her hair pulled back and wearing said aforementioned pajamas. Nhira seemed to pay the old vampire any mind as she crawled into bed and snuggled beneath the covers.

Waiting until he was sure Nhira had fallen asleep, Alucard soundlessly made his way over to the sleeping girl and sat next to her as she slept, removing a glove and pulling her hair free from its binding gently. Sitting there, he began to read, playing with Nhira's hair with his gloveless hand; smiling ever so slightly as Nhira cuddled close to his side.

"No, you're not Mina, but you're more alike than you think little one, more than you think." Alucard muttered softly, leaning down to just ghost his lips across her left temple before proceeding to read again.