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Alucard's POV:

She silently collapsed on the bed, eyes falling shut. I smirked, picking her up and tucking her in. She weakly muttered, wiggling in protest. I shook my head, grinning as she stopped and rolled over. Her reaction and thoughts as I drank from her were both interesting and amusing. I wondered what she had meant by "milestone" on her birthday, and shrugged. She seemed to look forward to her birthday just as much as normal humans, which amused me to no end. I phased away, back to my basement room, but when I got there I stopped and frowned. Her scent lingered on my chair, which I intensely disliked. It wasn't her, she smelled quite interesting.

The unique scent I knew came from her feathers, of wind and misty places in the clouds, her own scent of female hormones and other such human smells, blood from her clothes, which had apparently been soaked in the stuff more often than not, and the faint scent of forests and growing things, all combined in a most appetizing odor. That was the problem. I did not want another such dream plaguing me again, and her scent seemed likely to invoke one. I bit myself, before spitting the blood out, spraying it all over the throne, effectively covering her smell with my own blood-scent. I sighed in satisfaction and sat down; already falling back into the doze I had been in when she came knocking on my door.

***Time Skip***

I reported to Sir Integra, before walking back to my basement room. A clock caught the corner of my eye, and I half turned. I smirked. Meva should be asleep right now. I thought in satisfaction, phasing to her balcony. It had become a habit for me in the past few weeks to check on her as she slept, just looking. I wasn't worried for her or anything. I was just being curious. When I got there, I sighed, shaking my head. She had been putting on a brave front, letting the soldiers slap her back and joke about how good a healer she was, smiling and laughing along with them, doing nothing out of the ordinary, but more often than not I would find her curled up in a ball, whimpering and trying to find a spot that wouldn't put pressure on the wounds in her back or shoulder. Tonight was no exception.

She was still asleep, but the pillow was wet with tears, and she was in a fetal position, arms wrapped around herself in pain. I sighed again, watching her shiver and shake. She would never have shown such weakness if she had been awake, never have shed those tears, never made those sounds. Just another sign of how human she could be. I had been tempted to heal the wounds for her, but she would have surely noticed, and I didn't care enough to anyway. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. Anyway, I had gotten her what could be described as an apology gift, or a birthday gift, since it was the day before. It had caused me a lot of trouble, but when I saw it I knew it was meant for her.

Meva's POV:

DING, DONG, DING, DONG. DONG, DING, DING DONG. My eyes snapped open, as the clock chimed out the midnight hour. There was a flash of red at the edge of my vision, and I turned, but it was gone. I sighed and shook my head. Nothing, it was nothing. I'm just seeing things, that's all. That almost looked like Alucard! I giggled weakly, but then something else made my eyes widen. I could create familiars now, my own creatures of magic. I knew so much, the process of creation, the lifetime, the ageing, the health, everything and anything for any and every type of familiar. I sighed happily. I always wanted a pet! I thought to myself, chuckling weakly. I sat up, wondering if I should do something now that I could create familiars.

I got up, walking unsteadily towards my balcony. I opened the doors, and was greeted with the biggest and best surprise of my life. A beautiful owl was perched on the balcony, with leathers straps securing it. "Hello, nice owl." I crooned soothingly, seeing it's look of annoyance and it's bloody talons. "Do you want to be free? Good owl…" I said softly, reaching for the ties. It baited, but I kept my hand outstretched, waiting for it to calm down. Slowly, it stopped flapping it's wings and closed its mouth, cocking it's head to look at me with a distinct air of confusion. I reached for the ties and it lunged, beak missing my hand narrowly as I jerked it back. I gave the owl a firm tap on the head.

"Be polite now, nice birdie. Good owl, nice lady will let you go now." I said gently, reaching for the ties again. It tolerated the hand as I gently fumbled with the laces, and then, when it was free, hopped a few times, wiggling it's feet experimentally. It bobbed it's head once and flew off silently. I studied it's flight path, wondering what kind of owl it was. Oh, now I see, he was a barn owl. What a pretty bird! I should get one as a familiar sometime. Suddenly, he plunged and I saw a mouse clutched in his bloody talons. He swerved, flying back to me silently. The dead mouse dropped on my head, and I stifled a shriek of shock. He landed, looking pointedly at the mouse I held in my hand.

"No, no, you have the mouse." I said, holding it by its tail, holding just above his beak. He, if this was possible for a bird, looked at me in annoyance. I could almost hear his thoughts. This thing, this creature that had freed him was not accepting his clearly hard-won gift of dead mouse, and was offering it back to him. Clearly, I was out of my mind to turn down a nice juicy meal. He lunged, biting down on the lower half of the mouse and gulping it down, before looking at the second half speculatively. I winced as he chomped down again, his beak nicking my skin and letting a few drops of blood flow out. I yelped, and he hooted in alarm, backing away and shaking his head. I moaned, feeling suddenly dizzy as the world tilted and spun.

"Oog…" I slurred, shaking my head rapidly to clear the lingering sense of vertigo. He hooted in agreement, tilting his head this way and that. 'What kind of idiot is this?' I gasped, and he glared at me. "I heard you talk!" I said, and he shreed in alarm. 'I can understand it!?' I gaped at him, and his beak clicked several times. 'What's going on?' He asked silently, and I frowned. "You drank a few drops of my blood, by accident. I suppose…you're my familiar now." I said hesitantly, and he snorted, or at least as much as someone with a beak can snort. 'What is this familiar? Is it the same sort of thing as a mate? You are a bit large…' I blushed, from anger or embarrassment, I couldn't tell. "NO!" I shouted, then lowered my voice. "You're like…umm…my hunting partner? My hatchmate? It's a bit complicated in bird terms…"

He sighed mentally. 'Well, if we are hunting partners and hatchmates now, I must preen you. Where are you wings?' I quickly extended them, sitting down on the ground, squirming a little as he hovered above them, before landing on the ground next to my right wing. 'You should be ashamed.' His mental voice scolded, as his beak gently ran through my feathers. 'You cannot preen yourself at all, which is painfully obvious. I will have to teach you much about wing care if you are to be seen with me.' I snorted, giggling a little. My new familiar was apparently a snob. 'Can I call you Prince?' I asked him, and his beak stopped it's preening for a moment. 'What sort of name is that?' he asked, sounding miffed. I hurried to reassure him. "It's a great title of honor and respect for humans. Only certain ones of high birthright are allowed to call themselves that." I said out loud, trying not to laugh.

He considered that. 'Prince…I like this name. It is a title worthy of me. You choose well, hatchmate.' I nodded. 'My name is Meva.' He gave a little hop to my other wing. 'Is that a title of high regard?' I shook my head. 'Not really. It's just my name.' He pressed his beak against my shoulder. 'You should give yourself a title, or others will not take you seriously.' He scolded, before turning his attention back to my wing. I giggled, shaking my head and letting him preen me. A few moments later, he was done, and he hopped off. I shook my wings, which were now much more shiny and orderly. "Thanks Prince." I said, folding them back in. He bobbed his head. "Now you can go and find a nest or something, and I'll see you tomorrow night!" I said cheerfully, and he flew off. I went back to sleep, in a much better mood than when I had woken up.

Alucard's POV:

Meva strode into Police Girl's room, and I grinned. "Seras, it's not all that bad to drink blood." She said, shaking her head. "Did you come down here just to yell at me?" Police Girl said tearfully and Meva winced. "Actually, I'm hiding. The twins are after me, and they want to make me go through all the birthday rituals." Police Girl blinked at her. "Don't you like it?" Meva sighed, sitting down on the bed. "I like my birthday if it's quiet, calm, with some friends and "family" to give me gifts. Not a bunch of noisy children shrieking annoying songs in my ears and expecting me to wear ridiculous hats. Something sugary and sweet, and maybe some fun games. Not sugar-high children playing hide and seek." She said wearily, and I smirked.

Speak of the devil, the two children burst through the door, shouting happily. They were holding gifts and Meva groaned. "Meva! There you are! We got you presents!" the girl shouted, holding out a clumsily wrapped package. Meva sighed and took it, unwrapping the paper deftly. "Oh…wow…" She said softly, holding up an old-looking book. "Walter took us to a bookstore like I asked and we got your favorite!" the girl chirped happily, and Meva smiled gently. "Thank you Alle." Meva said, placing the book reverently on Police Girl's table. "And I got you something too!" the boy said proudly, holding out a better-wrapped, but still clumsily done, package. "Hmm…I like it." Meva said, inspecting the crudely drawn portrait of herself in flight.

She folded it up and put it in her pocket. "That reminds me, Walter, what are you doing down here?" He bowed. "I am here to give Seras her new coffin, and dispose of her bed." Police Girl whimpered, staring at the spot where her old bed had been. Meva sighed, and I phased through the wall. "You either have a coffin or drink blood, you idiot." I said, glaring at her. She gulped. "M-master…" She said, and I rolled my eyes. The phone rang, but before Walter or I could get to it, Meva answered. "Oh, hello Sir Hellsing…" I heard my master's voice on the other end. "Is Alucard and Walter there?" Meva nodded. "Myself, Alucard, Seras, and Walter. The twins are here too, if that counts." She said, and Integra sighed.

"Ghouls have overrun the Manor. We're in a crisis situation." Meva giggled. "I'm sorry Sir Hellsing, but this is hardly a crisis. Alucard, Walter, and Seras alone would make this barely a concern. With me here as well, this is hardly an irritation." She chuckled, and I raised my eyebrows. Ohhh, will we finally see more of the Huntress? I thought excitedly, smirking. "After all, while I am bound to protect my young masters, that doesn't mean I can't have some fun as well." She said, eyes gleaming. "But aren't you bound to protect them with your life?" Integra's voice asked, and she smirked. "That is true, but sometimes you can't move fast enough…and if someone is dying, it won't be me." She said, a predatory look coming into her eyes as she glanced at the twins. "After all, if they die I'm free." She continued, licking her lips. They both looked at her uncertainly, and with an obvious effort she turned back to the phone.

"But the hallway is full of ghouls." Integra's voice said firmly, and Meva grinned. "I think…yes, you can call Walter and Seras to the conference room with the twins, and Alucard can come up from the basement with me. We will crush the ghouls and their masters! There will be nothing but bloody fragments when I'm done with them!" She said, eyes glowing with suppressed excitement. Integra inhaled. "It's times like these when I'm reminded of just how your mind really works. You are a real monster, aren't you?" She said, and Meva grinned. "Several hundred years and you lose a sense of mortality, no matter who you were. I was never human to begin with, so your morals and concepts aren't my forte." She said calmly, and I smirked. "How very true." I purred, sliding up to her and gently snatching the phone away.

She glared at me, and I grinned at her as I held the phone up. "I like her plan master. Do you approve?" I asked, and Integra shook her head. "Yes. Search and Destroy. Kill them all!" She shouted, and I grinned wider. Meva smirked as well, no doubt hearing her words. Her eyes lit up, and without another word she quickly exited the room, already heading for our enemies. Police Girl boosted the two children into the vents, and then followed, with Walter jumping up behind her. I stood, walking through the walls, but paused in annoyance when I heard the thoughts of an oncoming vampire. Let's see what you've got, Alucard. I sighed and shook my head in regret, phasing back to my room. It seemed I would have to deal with some trash before joining Meva.

Oh, birthday and then fighting! I bet she's a very happy mutant…bird-person…whatever she is. (Yes, I don't know. I just kinda made her up.) and yes, we will see more of Prince the snooty Barn owl later. He's gonna come in a lot, actually. (At least that's my intention, sometimes that's backfired in my other fanfics, someone I want to be important just fading into the background) It was a Soul Eater one, if you're wondering. (Another anime, which, it pains me to say, is better than Hellsing.) This is the last chapter out tonight, and yes I know I had more before, but it wasn't big enough to qualify as a chapter quite, yet, so I have to write a bit more before releasing it. Review, Request, Rcomment. Auf Wedersien!