A/N: Woo-hoo, the time has come for yet another update! Just a quick little side note, our favorite priest is "speaking" in this chapter, but you'll have to imagine his accent, as I don't quite feel comfortable typing dialogue with accents. It's just one of my many...issues, I suppose you can call them. So...have fun?

I loved the reviews I received about the events of the last chapter! I'm sure the slap shocked quite a few, ne?

Anyway, time to thank my new reviewers:

-CrosswordGirl
-MistressMizu

AndI know I say this nearly every chapter, but I still and always will lovemy regular reviewers! Enjoy the chapter!


Replay
A Hellsing Fanfiction
By Lady Hito
Chapter Nine

Liz's cell phone rang as she was getting into her car. "What?" She snapped, before even bothering to check the caller ID. She recognized the voice as belonging to her brother, the all-mighty Alexander Anderson. Whoops.

"You let the undead fool scare you away." His tone told her that he was disappointed in her.

"He was getting touchy." She half-muttered, half-whined.

"You were trained better than that."

"Not my fault you haven't been able to successfully dispose of him yet." Liz icily retorted.

There was a momentary silence on the other end, and Liz smirked triumphantly. She'd shut him up.

"Don't start getting a smart mouth with me, lass. I am much more powerful than you'll ever be."

Liz's lips curled into a snarl. "Shut up, you bastard." Quite obviously, she and her brother weren't close at all, not even as children. It wasn't simply a sibling rivalry, those things were irrelevant in most families, and the siblings always made up and always had some love for each other, in the non-incest way. However, with the Andersons, it was constant hatred for the other. Even if there had been any "love," it was overshadowed by their absolute loathing for each other. "What's my next assignment?" Much as she hated to, she changed the subject back to the business.

"Maxwell says to lay low for a while. The original plan was for you to stick around and get to know that vampire lass better, but it seems you can't handle a simple task as such without having a certain other vampire butting in."

"Great." She didn't even bother to utter a retort to that last comment, instead just snapping her phone shut and throwing it on the seat beside her, starting the car engine and backing out of the parking space.

I'll show that stupid priest.


Alucard was once again back in his dull basement haven, pacing the rather small space, replaying over and over in his mind what had happened at the mall earlier that day. He had risked going out before sunset, and what had been his reward? No, not Seras agreeing to come back to Hellsing and forgetting about the Andersons and her family, but his efforts were rewarded with a rather hard and hurtful – though he hated to admit the pain, both emotionally and physically – slap to the face. Quite literally.

The nerve of some humans.

Of course, neither Walter nor Integra knew he was back on the property, though he was sure that they both could somehow sense that he was there, lurking about. At this particular time, however, he was not up to his usual somewhat psychotic antics, but was merely pacing, passing the time away.

I'm thirsty. The thought unconsciously slipped its way into his reflection on the day so far. He hadn't been getting his usual packet of blood as of late, due to the fact that he was constantly out looking after his former fledgling.

As if on cue, a knock came at the door, and Alucard knew exactly whom it was.

Walter came striding through the door, not bothering to wait for Alucard's approval. "I thought I'd find you here." He announced. He held in his hands the familiar ice bucket containing the blood packet for the resident vampire. "Any luck with Miss Victoria today?"

Alucard didn't answer, instead snatching the blood packet from the bucket as soon as the old retainer had set it on the table between them. He tore it open with his teeth and began to drink.

"A bit deprived of blood lately, Alucard?" Walter watched as the vampire quenched his thirst, the packet slowly being emptied of its liquid content.

Still, the vampire didn't answer, too focused on how deliciously sweet the red liquid tasted after a couple days without it. Thoughts of Seras and the Andersons were wiped from his mind at the moment – all he could think about was the refreshing substance sliding down his throat.

"Shall I inform Sir Integra that you're back?" Walter at last decided that he wasn't going to get an answer from a certain vampire at the moment.

The No Life King merely shook his head, finally done with the blood packet, throwing it carelessly on the table. He had missed not one drop of the luscious liquid.

Leaning back in his chair and setting his feet on the table, he commanded, "Get me some more blood."


Seras couldn't remember feeling so angry with someone ever since she had entered motherhood. Why was she having these overwhelmingly strong feelings now, of all times? She was sure that it was Alucard's fault. Oh, that stupid, stupid man! Why did he have to show up and ruin everything? She was doing just fine without him, and now…now, all she longed for was to see him again, and –

No! She silently reprimanded herself. You do not want to repeat the events of that night. Ever!

She had some time to reflect on the recent happenings now that Nattie was still over at Clarissa's estate, Antony was at work and Pierre was off visiting family. She wouldn't be picking up Nattie until dinnertime, and Antony wouldn't be home until then anyway. So, she had a good two silent hours to herself.

She stood, not being able to sit anymore without fidgeting, and began to pace the length of their library. Back and forth she went, her thoughts going from one subject to another and back again within seconds. How she hated Alucard at this particular moment, and how uncertain she was now about Liz. The blonde girl was her friend, right? Surely Alucard was just being jealous of all the time she spent with her, and not with him. Perhaps he saw her getting into the car with Liz that one night and decided that she was a "threat."

Yes, yes, of course! He's just being obnoxious.

But it seemed as if the two knew each other. Sure, they probably weren't friendly, but it was as if something in the past had occurred that had caused this hatred of each other.

She thought back to the heated argument the two had had at the mall. Alucard was referring to Liz and at least one other person in her family. She recalled him saying something about how the Andersons had to be so persistent. Remembering back further, she pieced together the fact that they both knew exactly what the other was talking about, and the topic they were referring to somehow involved her. But what could it be that they were withholding from her?

The grandfather clock in the library bonged four times, signaling the time. Seras stood, remembering that she had some dinner to cook before leaving to pick up Nattie.

Damn you, Alucard. Was her last thought concerning the red-clad man as she made her way to the kitchen.