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So, here it is; CHAPTER 11! (oooh, ahhhh). So, Seras kicked some major butt in this last chapter and now we get to see the consequences (or benefits) or her actions. Dun-dun-dun. Will Alucard be pissed or pleased? Will Seras and the boys get lost in the stream of time? What will a very confused Dracula say when he finally figures out what's going on? Hehe, you'll just have to read and find out! R&R please!

Dracula yawned, pushing off the lid of his coffin as he felt his stomach rumble with hunger. Good thing he'd saved those two boys as a snack. Now they would fulfill their purpose...

He rose from the coffin and stood, pushing his long black hair from his face as he did so. He blinked, slowly realizing that he was not alone.

"What do you want?" he asked his older self, glaring at him with dislike.

Alucard was leaning against a wall, his red hat pulled low over his face so that the only thing visable was his maniacal smile. "Thought I'd drop by for a chat," he said, looking up.

"Cute," Dracula grimaced. "Where's Seras?"

"Good question," Alucard said, still grinning. Dracula looked him over carefully.

"You lost her?"

"She lost herself."

"Do I always give such obnoxious answers in the future?"

"Depends how obnoxious the person you're talking to is."

Dracula, folded his arms and sat on the lid of his closed coffin, sighing with annoyance. "Where do you think she is?"

"The future, knowing her."

"You mean she stole the daiv?" Dracula demanded, clenching his fists.

Alucard shook his head. "Not the daiv, a daiv."

"You mean she found a wild one?" Dracula said with surprise.

"Doubtful," Alucard replied. "She teleported to a daiv, meaning it could have be owned by someone else."

Dracula bared his fangs in a low hiss.

"You see the dilema," Alucard stated. "My mind jumped to the worst possible scenario and I went to ensure that it had not happened."

"Was Master pleased to see you?" Dracula laughed.

Alucard ignored him as he continued, "At first, I thought that her taking of the daiv would interfere with the time stream, making it impossible for me to take the daiv from my master several hundred years later, making this present reality impossible. But I then realized that we have two very different daivs on our hands. Why, or how, is a part of time that you still will not understand. Daivs exist on many time planes, in many realities. It is possible, even likely, that the daiv I used is a replica of the one that belonged to our master that was created when a tangent of time shot off in an abnormal direction. But do not mistake me – we are on the main line of time, or so I believe. As I said, such barriers do not affect their kind."

Dracula felt his mind working hard to comprehend all that he was being told. He was intelligent, yes, but what Alucard spoke of was something that took years of study to understand, years he had not yet had.

"So," Dracula said slowly. "You're saying that after all this, Seras still hasn't managed to upset the time stream?"

"Fascinating, isn't it? I did a quick check of the future before I returned to this time and it is entirely as it was when I left it."

"What did you do about Master?"

"I erased her memory and left the daiv with her. That will ensure that I will be able to steal it from her in the future, and she will remember nothing of my fledgling."

"So, what of Seras? How do we get her back?"

"She will have to come back of her own accord. Unless you have developed some special power that will take you to her?" Alucard smirked cruelly.

"Do you think she will be able to get back on her own?"

Alucard shrugged. "As you said, she is not a complete fool. At least, she has certainly demonstrated that to me in the past few days."

Alucard glanced up when he heard Dracula laughing, his senses tingling. "Something amusing you?"

"Yes, very much so!" Dracula mused. "You! She got the better of you, didn't she? I can tell from the way you're talking about her! And of course, that is no small feat..."

Alucard glared at his younger self. "She got the better of you, too, on more than one occasion if I recall. When you're expecting something to be as brittle as a butterfly and it lunges at you like a tiger, it's easy to be caught off guard."

Dracula chuckled. "You wouldn't have made that mistake if you hadn't underestimated her to begin with. She did not hold her own against me because I am weak, but rather because she is strong."

"Yes," Alucard said thoughtfully, almost to himself. "Perhaps the little fledgling has grown up after all."

"You're attracted to her, aren't you?" Dracula asked, smirking in a very good imitation of his older self. "I know myself well enough to see that. How long has it been since you took a good look at her, and noticed what a gem she is?"

Alucard sank into the floor without a response.

And poor, unsuspecting Dracula, walked off to find his breakfast, thinking how nice it would be to finally eat those boys. One of them had been a virgin from the smell of him...

On the edge of a forest about 200 years in the future...

"Sci! SCI!"

"Vanya, come away..."

"You! What did you do to him?!"

"I don't know what happened. He must have fallen off in the time stream."

"That isss not vhat 'appened, my Masster," hissed the daiv into her head.

Seras looked questioningly into its burning eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked sharply.

"WILL YOU QUIT TALKING TO THAT GODDAMN THING?" Vanya roared, rising from the ground and lunging himself at her.

Seras caught him and held him easily at arms length. "Vanya, calm down, I'm trying to sort this out. We'll find him."

"Ve vill not, my masster," the daiv cooed. "'e isss desstroyed."

Seras was just grateful that Vanya could not understand the daiv's words.

Explain, she said mentally, still struggling with the human.

"I cannot carry 'umans," it replied. "Only thingss as foul as me may passs through time as my passsenger."

Then why did Vanya live?

It seemed to shrug in response. "I vill sssleep now. I am vearied by the journey."

Seras glared as the daiv slumped to the ground and closed it's eyes, breathing contentedly.

"I don't get it," she said aloud. "Master Alucard said they were stupid."

The daiv snapped an eye open. "Masster Alucard?" it hissed.

"You probably know him," Seras prompted. "He was your old Master's fledgling."

"That boy isss your masster?"

"Yes," she said indignantly.

It let out a snort like laugh. "I alvayss vished to sserve 'im, but 'e never vanted me. 'E 'ad another- my brother- a fool amongssst our kind."

"So why didn't you tell him that you were the better daiv. Master would hardly resent having the best."

The daiv glared at her as if she was stupid. "Ve can only ssspeak to our Masstersss. Ve may choose our Masssterss alone, but if another one of our kind ownsss that vampire, ve mussst fight for 'im. Or 'er. My brother vas very ssstrong. I vould have been killed."

"Well, think of this as serving him through me, since I am his fledgling," Seras said encouragingly.

The daiv rolled over grumpily, muttering, "To think I ssserving a mere fledgling..."

Seras grinned and said, "You won't regret it."

"Ve shall sssee."

"Are you done now?"

Seras blinked and looked around, realizing she was still restraining Vanya who had long since given up on fighting her.

"Does he know where Sci is?"

"Sci's gone; dead" Seras muttered, feeling the shame overtake her. "Humans cannot be carried by a daiv, it seems."

Vanya seemed to be torn with many emotions; grief, anger, and most prominently, confusion.

"How? Why? B-but I'm alive!"

"Yes, and I don't know why," Seras said, crossing her arms across her chest as she thought. "You are definitely human, aren't you?"

Vanya looked taken aback. "Of course I am!" he snapped. "Look at me!"

"No, but I mean, you know both of your parents, don't you? And you know that they were both human, right?"

Vanya suddenly looked sick. "I never met my father," he mumbled. Seras let the information crash into her with horror.

"You are not native to Romania, are you?" she asked sharply.

Vanya shook his head (Seras sighed with relief). "I am Russian, hence my name. Vanya, nickname for Ivan."

"Ivan?" Seras repeated. "How do you get Vanya from Ivan?"

He shook his head. "You Englishmen are so narrow-minded. I do not expect you to understand."

"Do you know anything about your father? Anything at all?"

Vanya shook his head. "Mother met him at an inn; she says he seduced her and then left, leaving her pregnant with me."

"That sounds familiar..." Seras muttered. Why did male vampires have it in their heads that if they could hypnotize a woman, she was automatically theirs for the taking?

"So, what are you suggesting?" he asked quickly, watching her closely.

"Vanya, I don't think you're completely human."

"Bravisssimo," her daiv whispered in her mind, as Vanya stared at her in shock. "Only took you ten minutessss to figure out vhat sshould have taken you about thirty sssecondss."

"Shut it before I introduce you to the meaning of pain," Seras snapped. "Quite personally, I'm sick of time, so I don't want to hear it!"

The daiv chuckled and rolled over in it's sleep, hissing, "Yesss, my masster."

So, in case anybody didn't already pick up on it, Vanya IS NOT Dracula's son. That's so cliche... I couldn't possibly use it. But he is half vampire- the identity of his father is irrelevant; the important thing is that he has demented blood in him. I couldn't help having some fun with the daiv and building its relationship with Seras. It's a pretty cool character, and I'll be thinking of a name for it before next chapter... though I already have an idea... (wicked grin). So Alucard is intrigued by Seras' progress as a vampire... how intrigued, you ask? Well, you'll just have to keep reading to find out! Review please!