Hey guys and Happy New Year. Well this is what I have for chapter 9. It's kinda all over the place but its what I got. I will be updating soon, hopefully. I already am in the current plans of writing up a sequel for this story but of course that is when I actually finish this one. I was writing up a bit of a lemon for the end up…just couldn't feel it. Someday, soon if not ever I might go back and fill it in. I don't own Hellsing , I do own Acacia and Clarissa. Oh, and I have to look up Pip's correct spelling of his last name. For now, just go bite on a zombie leg until then. Surgery has made me lazy and or too tired to look it up.

Chapter 9

Night Soldier

Pip stirred in his sleep, in a deep and wonderful dream. He was surrounded by very beautiful women, all tall and gorgeous and all have nice wonderful firm breasts. Smiling he closed his eyes, awaiting to be caressed by them for the rest of his days. Eyes yes, he loved the fact that he got his left eye back. Though he did miss how the eye patch made him just a bit more dashing. Perhaps he should just put it back on for the hell of it.

"Awaken soldier, you've been sleeping for far too long." Pip, bewildered and flustered stared up at the ceiling of a dark room. He of course didn't realize that the room was a pitch black and he shouldn't have been able to see a thing. "It must have all just been a dream. Fucking messed up dream, especially the end. I swear that Alucard was talking to me just now. Oh well, might as well get up." Maneuvering around the room he switched the light on realizing something was off. Running into the bathroom and almost plastering his face to the mirror. Just like in his dream his left eye was back, healed up and as perfect as the right. "What the fuck is going on here?" He was afraid to touch it thinking that it might roll into the back of his head or melt out of the socket at any given moment. Dashing back into the room he tripped over the coffin on the floor. "Seras, what's happened to me?" He lifted the lid only to find that it was empty. "Okay, someone has to know what is going on." Exiting the room he found his men sitting all around the door in deep conversation. Standing quickly they spread out along the walls.

"Good evening Captain,"

"Evening, can someone care to explain to me what the hell is going on?"

"You don't remember sir?"

"No I don't fucking remember, all I remember is that I had a strange dream. We were infiltrating a Freak infected orphanage, I got injured. Something happened to Seras and that is all I can remember."

"You don't remember Seras…" his voice faded.

"Don't remember Seras doing what? Shit man, spill it!"

"She turned you into a vampire sir," All the men looked down at the floor, awaiting the shocked string of swears or an expected mental breakdown. Instead, he laughed.

"Seras our little Seras turned me into a vampire? Very funny, no really what happened did a witch put a spell on me?"

"Sir, we aren't joking." He muttered. The hearty laugh of the Captain died slowly before he comprehend that his men were not joking about what they had just said.

"Even if I was a vampire, it's not that bad anyway."

"Oh your life is over as you know it." Acacia's voice drifted into the room. She appeared through the wall in an Alucard fashion. She was wearing a long grey coat lined with fur complete with a fur hand warmer. Her long hair was pulled up into a bun; she had been seeking something different for her appearance for this occasion. "You are one of us now Captain," Her luminous eyes cast a stern look.

The conversation between Pip and Acacia continued inside his hotel room away from the others.

"So Seras really did turn me?"

"I can assure you that Seras was the one responsible for this change. Of course she has once again chosen to be a coward and runaway. She will continue to be an embarrassment us. To think that drinking your blood would have ceased her dishonor, but leaving a newborn vampire by themselves is just idiotic."

"Give her a break; she probably didn't even realize what she was doing."

"Even though she didn't know her actions leaving you defenseless was inexcusable."

"So does this mean no more daylight?"

"Not until you become as strong as Alucard, which takes a very long time. So no, no more sunlight or you will suffer a horrible death."

"I'm going to have to drink blood too?"

"Oh yes, unless you plan to starve to death. I won't joke with you Mr. Bernadette, but you are, as you would say, "in the shit." You are now a soldier of the night, no longer can you know of the daylight. No longer can you eat human food, limitations and pretty harsh ones have now been set in motion. Though it isn't entirely bad, you can expect to now be able to easily see in the dark, and just about tear your enemy to pieces."

"Do you enjoy being a vampire?" Acacia paused in mid sip from her tea.

"Pardon?"

"Do you enjoy being a vampire, cause it sounds like your trying to prove to me how horrible being a vampire is."

"I do have some pleasures in being a vampire. Being a vampire allows me to serve my master to the best of my ability. He after all, was the one being that saved me while others left me to die. Then again, I do grow tired of being an immortal. I don't even know how long I have lived; I cannot even give you a rough idea. All I know is that it's been too long. I found myself wandering the woods along my home, aimlessly, until I could feel the dawn nipping at the edges of the horizon. I didn't realize that, like my master, I could withstand sunlight in some small portions of time. So what can kill me now? Or am I to live until nothing else on this earth exists?" Acacia lifted her teacup to her lips, her face solemn and placid. Pip stared after the beautiful vampiress, a sick feeling building in his stomach. He knew that he didn't want to die anytime soon, which happened seeing he was now a creature of the night. He knew that he had wanted to live until at least one hundred, old and drooling with an equally demented wife [hopefully] by his side in a rocking chair. Anything longer was never really in the plan. Now that he was immortal, it seemed that he was going to have to try and get used to the idea of living a bit longer then one hundred. "Does that answer suit you Mr. Bernadette?'

"Yeah," he ran his tongue along his lips and the tip of one of his fangs.

"Well then, the night is still young and we have work to do." Acacia placed the cup down upon the nightstand. "Come let's go,"

"Go? Go where?"

"Where going on a hunt for your Draculina,"

Past (in case of confusion)

"Who is the human?" Acacia growled at the Count as he slipped off his cloak. He didn't even look over at Acacia who wasn't going to hide her displeasure.

"That isn't any of your concern my dear,"

"Oh it is my Lord,"

"Acacia," his tone warned her gently to not go into that minefield but she wasn't taking the hint. Even if she did she was going to plow through it.

"You just had to have a human whore, didn't you? I bet you can't wait until you can parade her around her like some pampered dog. So my Lord do you plan to make love to her after you bite her pretty little neck?" In a blur the Count had maneuvered to where she sat and delivered a mighty slap to her cheek sending her toppling onto the floor. Stunned she gazed down at the floor.

"Don't you ever speak to me like that again servant!" Another blow, to be called servant basically meant that she was filth at his feet. How did she drop so low in his eyes? She hadn't done anything wrong that deserved this much scorn. Yes, she had given him lip but she had done that before and not received such a biting remark. "Apologize!" He barked. She shook, trying to hold back the tears that would only make it worse.

"I'm sorry my Master, my ignorance won't spill past my lips again."

"You are forgiven," A tiny knock rapped upon his door. "Who is it?"

"Its Clarissa," The No Life King's face relaxed a bit and his voice lightened. "Come in darling," The vampire princess, dainty and picturesque inched her way into the room. She was dressed for bed in her ebony nightgown. With a smile she crept closer to her father. "Its bed time Papa,"

"So it is, and did my princess enjoy herself today with Lady Viorica?"

"Oh yes Papa, after my lessons she even taught me a new song. Can I sing it for you now Papa?"

"Save it for tomorrow my dear, the dawn is coming and I'm tired."

"Yes Papa," she noticed her mother on the floor and grimaced at the still fresh mark on her face.

"What's wrong Momma? Why are you on the floor?"

"Your mother was being rude, and so I simply reminded her of who she was speaking to." Acacia understood that speaking to her father out of turn was a crime within itself. He was the Count after all and he deserved everyone's respect, but she still didn't like it that it had been her mother who had spoken so and received punishment. Acacia knelt before her mother and grasped her hands.

"Momma, promise me that you won't speak to Papa like that again. Okay?" Acacia looked at her daughter, her little face pleading with every word. She smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I promise, now run off to bed." Acacia gathered her self and stood as The No Life King scooped up their daughter in his arms.

Tucking her into her coffin that rested upon Acacia's old bed the Count kissed his daughter on the forehead and was about to leave when she spoke.

"Papa, can I ask you a question?"

"You may, what is it?"

"Do you love Momma?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's just you've been around Ileana for a few weeks, and if you loved Momma then you wouldn't be with anyone else."

"Of course I love her, there is no need to even doubt it."

"Oh well, I'm sorry Papa but I just had my doubts."

"You have your right to your own thoughts. No need to apologize. Your mother is everything to me, she is my one and only. I love her even more since she has given me you."

"Lady Viorica said that I'm very special, why is that?"

"Well it is very difficult for vampire's to have children. So you are a rarity my dear, your mother has done something that no vampire has been able to do for many years. Plus, you are my daughter and that alone makes you unique. Now, go to sleep."

"Yes Papa,"

"Sweet dreams," The No Life King disappeared and the candles lighting the little girl's room flickered out.

3 weeks later

Clarissa was playing out in the garden with her dolls when she heard a voice.

"May I join you?" came a sweet voice. Clarissa looked up at the small blonde woman who stood before her. It was Ileana, the human girl that had been coming now for a few months and entertaining the Count. In what ways she wasn't sure.

"Does my father know you are here Ileana?" she spoke candidly, this woman after all was slowly taking her father's attention away from her mother.

"He knows, he told me that I should wait for him in the garden. He told me that you would be out here."

"I'm playing only for a few minutes, I have to attend my lessons soon."

"Oh, isn't your mother supposed to be watching you?"

"My mother is not well presently,"

"Oh, is she sick?"

"I am not sure, Papa won't tell me."

"Funny he hasn't mentioned it to me,"

"Why would he mention anything about his mate to you?"

"Why wouldn't he?"

"Don't be coy with me, just because I am child doesn't mean I understand what is going on Ileana." Ileana went silent and her face slackened. A scream tore through the air and Clarissa stood immediately. "Momma!" she took off.

"Clarissa wait!" Ileana followed after the vampire princess as she flew through the garden and into the castle. Maids and other vampires ran in and out of the room. Clarissa peered through the doorway. Her father was holding her mother on the floor as she sobbed heavily. He was speaking to her, trying to calm her. Clarissa sniffed in, inhaling the familiar smell of blood. Was Momma hurt?" She ran over to them. Her mother's beautiful emerald dress was soaking in blood.

"What happened!" she questioned hastily as she pet her mother's hair trying to comfort her. The Count, whose face was a cold dark slate responded emptily.

"Nothing,"

"Nothing? That isn't a sufficient answer Papa. Momma is bleeding what is wrong with her?"

"I told you nothing, now leave us,"

"I will not leave until I get an answer!" she snapped angrily stomping her foot. The Count, who had been trying to keep his composure with his daughter for Acacia's sake had been pushed with his daughter's sudden bratty behavior.

"She is having a miscarriage you little wretch! Now leave us or I will throw you out into rays of the morning light and watch you roast you disobedient bitch!" Clarissa shrieked and escaped the room, knocking into Ileana as she ran past. She had never been spoken to like that before and she was horrified. Running to her room she tucked her self away inside her closet behind her dresses were she cried alone until exhaustion stole her away to sleep.

Present time (in case of confusion)

"Do you think about her?" Alucard had been nuzzling Acacia's neck when she asked him the question. They lay naked on a bed in an abandoned guest room. They found that making love inside his coffin had limited space which didn't go well with either of them. He looked up at her, wondering for a moment who she was speaking of but after a few moments he knew who she spoke of.

"At times," he bit one of her breasts and lapped up the blood.

"She was beautiful girl, I wonder what would have become of her if she hadn't…" her voice drifted off. Alucard, who was riled tried not to let the memory of his daughter's death ruin the fact that he had Acacia naked beside him. Once he had sex on the mind he wanted it. "Why are we thinking about such miserable things while we are in such a pleasurable position?" He straddled her and gave her a devilish smile. "Well, we did say that we would try again didn't we?"

"We did,"

"Well then, let's not waste anytime." He growled and bared his fangs.