Hey all. Thank you for those review. This chappy is longer, but it an important chapter, not because anyone asked it be longer. I don't type very fast and i find it hard to fill a page most of the time. so just bare with me. if anyone has any ideas how fill it up a bit i would gladly appreciate it. Also I had this story fully written before i started posting, but believe me i have added and edited stuff into it because of some of your reviews and i do believe it has become richer from it, so thank you. You guys are so hard to please! -Sniff sniff blows into hanky- and bandages bleeding fingers- Okay enough of that.

Annabel: What is so important about this chappy?

Claymaker: Just wait and see

Alucard: do I finally get to kill the Priest?

Anderson: I resent that Bloody heathen! It is I who will kill you. (Cling cling)

Claymaker: No! There will be no killing (Shaking fists)

Pip: Will there be boobies?

Claymaker: NO! You're not even in this chappy!

Annabel: Do i get to see Ally Naked?

Claymaker:GAAH! (shots them all and storms away.)

Disclaimer: DUHH!

-Chapter 17 The Ride and Realization

He found her off in the distance, standing at the side of the road, arms crossed, and back toward him. He focused first on repairing the motorcycle. It was easy. It wasn't really that damaged at all. He should be raged that she even stole his bike, but he just couldn't get angry at her for this. He understood the occasional need to get away from the mundane and roam wild and free, and had felt her anxiety building over the past week. Though, when he 'got away' he would add mayhem and a good meal to those occasions.

About five minutes later, she still had not heard any shots or screams; instead, she heard an engine rev and sputter into life. She felt Alucard approach. She turned to see him riding the Harley, which did not have a scratch on it. He stopped beside her. She was mesmerized at how he looked on the Harley. Alucard looked as if he was born to ride that bike. His hair danced in the breeze under his floppy hat while his coat loosely blanketed the long seat.

"Get on."

"You fixed it? How?"

"Vampire ingenuity, now get on." She hoped on behind him, lifting his coat so she would not be sitting on it, and wrapped her arms tentatively around his chest. He put the bike in gear. Her thighs hugged his legs as she found the spot to place her feet.

"You didn't fight?" The bike picked up speed.

"No."

She smiled against his back, arms moving tighter around him. "How's Integra?" She gazed over his shoulder.

"Chewing lead," cocking a smile when she groaned. "But nothing your cooking can't cure."

"She's gonna chain me to the stove!" She watched his silky black hair flutter. "Sorry about the bike, and leaving." She felt a 'humph' vibrate out of his chest.

"You should be more concerned for your safety, reckless woman."

"Hmm, I'll take that under advisement." The chilly air made her shivering form squeeze tighter into his warm body. 'How could he be so warm?' She often wondered. Her nose nuzzled between his shoulder blades inhaling his unique scent. A soft moan escaped her lips. One of her hands unconsciously found its way under his vest. Her rump wiggled closer to his back for more body warmth. Her body went up a few degrees at the intimate contact and she briefly wondered how it would feel if Alucard was the one in the bitch seat before mentally brushing off the impure thought. 'I hope he did not hear me think that.'

Alucard was becoming uncomfortable in the seat. She did not realize how she was affecting him. His fingernails clawed into the handlebars, pushing the bike faster. His lustful body was making itself known and he was glad she was behind him out of sight. The sooner they got back to Hellsing, the sooner he could relieve himself of her distracting presence. It was at least a half hour away and it was getting harder for him not to image all the ways he could have her. Her recent absence from the manor only made it worse. He knew the moment he set foot in the house last evening that she was not there. Alucard would never admit to anyone how much he missed that female's presence. He searched the rest of the night looking for her, without any luck. It was only after the discovery of his missing bike, which has a tracking device on it, he knew where to look. Unfortunately, he had to wait the daylight hours, before he could go and bring her back.

He found her, with THAT priest, and in his arms. 'Yes, anger. Let's focus on that.'

"Why would the Judas priest kiss you?" She jerked at the question.

"What, I don't know. I think he's got some kind of delusional crush on me."

"Why would he have a crush on you?"

"Apparently I'm very pretty. I did not know that. Apparently, I don't get OUT much."

"You you like this Priest?," He sneered.

"What, hell no! The guy is just a little distressed, and I pity him, that's all." 'besides, he's not my type,' she adds to herself. 'Why is he so curious about me and the priest?' She smiled.

"Did you miss me?" She purposely purred coyly.

"No"

"Lair." She squeezed tightly for a second then leaned her head back to feel the wind whip her face and hair. The bike was going incredibly fast. She squealed at the downward slumps and eeked at the upward climbs.

"This is fun! WHHEEEEEE!" She giggled into his back and sighed. 'Oh, I just love this! I can't believe he came for me! I just love him!' She stiffened in her embrace as she replayed the mental statement over and over again, finding validity in it, and made her heart wrench forcibly.

'What….Oh my god! I am truly… madly… deeply… in love with Alucard. I am so fucked.' Her heart ached from the morbid realization. She started hitting her forehead on his back in a repetitive motion.

'Noo, it can't be! I mustn't! It's not possible! I'm not listening!… Oh, Hell. I've already heard.'

"Stop molesting my back, what is wrong with you?" He said coldly

"I…I left the stove on." She lied.

"Do that anymore and I will toss you off." Her head rested between his shoulder blades. she stayed silent and still the rest of the trip. She no longer cared that the cold was sinking into her skin.

'What made her mood change so quick? She better not be getting sick. Female hormones? Maybe that was it.' He tried to convince himself. However, his gut doubted that answer.

They arrived at the Hellsing manor around midnight. She listlessly released her arms from him and got off the bike. She barely acknowledged Walter when she walked into the mansion.

"Sir Integra would like to see in her office, posthaste, Miss Phoenix." After Annabel rounded a corner, Walter turned to Alucard, who stood in the doorway. "What exactly happened out there, Alucard?" The old butler inquired about her mood.

"Several things happened, Walter. None of which will explain her current state. However, it will pass quickly I'm sure. She is a spaz after all."

In Integra's office, Annabel felt the full force of Integra's wrath. It rivaled a volcano. Nevertheless, despite the heat she was in, it did not faze her. Integra ordered her confined to her room for a week, without visitors. Annabel did not argue. She didn't particularly want to go anywhere or speak to anyone for a while anyways. She could only feel how dreadfully insane she was to fall for such an unfeeling inhuman creature, like Alucard. Her whole body ached for what she could never have.

After an escorted trip to her room, she sat on the edge of the bed. She stared at the floor.

'How did I let this happen? I knew what he was from the get go. He is a monster, a killer, evil, dangerous, the No-Life King. I cannot love that. He is more than that though; he is unpredictable, strong, handsome, fascinating, hot-tempered, mysterious, intelligent, and, he has saved my life.'

"Clearly this world has warped my mind," 'and my taste for men.' She groaned. "This can't be right. I'm possessed!" Annabel stood grabbed hold of the bedpost and proceeded to bang her head on it.

"Out of my head!"

*Whap, Whap, Whap!*

"Demon, be gone!"

*Whap, whap, whap!*

"The power of Christ compels you!"

*Whap, whap, whack!*

A stream of blood dripped off her nose, suddenly aware she broke the skin. She wiped the blood off with her hand the wound already healed. She looked at her bloodied hand. Pain did not even dull the ache in her heart. "Well, that was pointless." She tossed herself on the bed, and hid her head under a pillow. 'Fine! I love the Bastard! Nevertheless, what can I do about it? Alucard only tolerates me for sure, and he has no such emotion in his dead heart!' A cracked moan escaped. He's not going to return such tender feelings. The dam of tears broke then and did not stop until sleep blessed her hours later.

-Chapter 18 What is Wrong with Her?

She remained despondent for several days. She didn't even acknowledge Walter when he came in for her meals, which she barely touched. She often felt Alucard watching her from the ceiling. He was likely laughing at her expense. The poor Angel of Fire has fallen for the one she was suppose to destroy. 'Damn him and his mind reading.'

On day three she plugged on her headphones and tried to drown out Alucard's harmonic presence with load music. It didn't work. She still felt him clear as a bell and she tossed her Ipod across the room for her trouble. Not even her favorite songs soothed her bottomless ache for the vampire.

It was day six. Alucard repeatedly poked his head into her room, only to see the same thing, a listless Annabel lying on her bed. Her food left untouched on the table. He smelled the multitude of tears she shed.

'What is wrong with her? She is boring and useless right now. Shouldn't she be out of this mood by now? What is going on in that mind of hers?' He squelched the urge to hold her in his arms.

He phased back into his room. 'Perhaps, more had happened with the priest then she led on. Maybe she missed the Paladin." He growled at that. He did not want the priest near her. He had gone back the next night to confront the priest but he was nowhere in sight in England. 'Maybe, like a human, she fell in love with the obstinate re-generator.' his fingers clawed into his chair. Again he thought, why should he care? He did not need her. She wasn't his, not really. Why did he continuously think she was?

'She was in my dream. She appeared in my arms that night. It was her mind calling out to me in my sleep that night.' He paced his room and ran a hand through his hair.

"Damn her!" She affected his mood simply by acting this way. It was infuriating. His sour mood was even scaring off his fledgling more than usual, and he wasn't indulging in his typical playful torture of the Hellsing staff as much. Even his master was getting concerned. He wanted to shake Annabel out of whatever this was. He wanted answers, damn it! He was going to do something, right now, despite Sir Integra's orders.

He phased into Annabel's room. She was sitting up in the middle of the bed, cross-legged and head in hands. Her eyes closed with a pained look on her face. He reached out to grab her shoulders.

"Leave me alone, Alaaaaeeeeee." Alucard only paused a moment before grabbing her roughly, lifting her off the bed, and shook her vigorously for a full minute. Annabel was now dizzy and angry. She stared at four blurry red eyes. "What the hell was that for? I am not a flippen rag doll!"

"You're acting like one. What is fucking wrong with you?" He bared his teeth in a grimace mere inches from her face. Her body could not help but warm at his proximity.

She stared for a moment a bit confused. "What do you mean 'what's wrong?' Don't you know already?" She tapped her forehead, while still dangling in the air.

"Don't you think that I would be here asking you, if I knew," growling invaded his throat.

"You… can't… read my mind? At all?"

"No. Not at all."

"Huh, that explains how I got my underwear back so easily." She said thoughtfully. "Although, it does not explain why I'm still dangling a foot off the floor."

He set her down but did not release her. "Answer my question, Spaz. Why the bad mood?"

"Why are you so curious about my mood?" She leaned her face closer to his, clearly annoyed on the outside. Underneath, her heart was fluttering at his proximity. She wondered how he kissed. Are his lips warm or ice cold. She wondered how his tongue would feel roaming inside her mouth and vise versa. She wanted so much to rake her fingers through his ebony hair, to feel his hands caress her possessively, either rough or gentle. She did not care. If only he would make the first move, to let her know if he desired her. But, no that would never happen. Alucard was cold and undead and had no reason to desire her, or even like her for that matter. She wasn't even sure if the plumbing still worked.

A single tear slipped down her face. In a very uncharacteristic move, Alucard gently wiped the tear away with his gloved thumb. He then wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. After a moment, Annabel did the same with her arms. Why he's doing this mystified her, but she reveled in every second of it. She inhaled his unique heady scent.

He pulled back a little. "Annabel, you are Mine and…"

"There you go being possessive again." The tiniest smile pricked her lips.

"…And as such, have a right to know your actions or lack there of. Tell me!" He gripped her harder. Her hands moved to the front of his chest, pushing away from him.

"I am not one of your fledglings. You cannot just order me around! I will explain myself if ever and whenever I want. Besides, it's personal. Let me go!"

Alucard growled. This woman was infuriating. For the hundredth time he wondered why he bothered with her. She enraged him and excited him. It was a dangerous mix, and pulled closer to the edge after witnessing flickers of desire in her eyes.

He shoved her onto the bed, her legs over the edge. His hands planted themselves on either side of her. One leg between hers, his body loomed over hers, barely touching. Heat radiated from him. His hair draped her face. Her breathing became ragged and felt tendrils of fire go to her center. She saw the same swirling red in his eyes when he was at the church. He seemed to struggle over something.

The door opened to a startled Walter. Alucard immediately stood up.

"Evening Walter."

"Evening Alucard. Your meal is in your room. You are disobeying orders being in here." Walter set down the food tray.

"What is a little disobedience from time to time?" Stated Alucard, then phased out of the room.

Alucard immediately grabbed the bucket of ice from the table and dumped the contents over his head. The blood pack broke open all over at his feet. Ice cubes dotted his head and shoulders. 'Why must she make me feel this way! She is nothing but a nutty human bundle of trouble! I do not need this woman!'

He leaves the manor to find a freak to tear apart.

"Humph, hypocrite!," yelled the girl on the bed. She stood up walked over to the tray. Walter watched her dig into the roasted chicken before exiting the room. He smiled.

'She's got her appetite back. I wonder if Alucard had anything to do with.' He did find them in a rather compromising position.

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