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Chapter 25: Love and other drugs

Alucard POV

I had quite enough of Walters moping; it had been over a month. The Hellsing organization had moved to two different mansions and he insisted on dragging round all of Avery's belongings to both of them. It was too much, I had been around for many years, I had killed, been killed, mourned the loss of my own beloved wife and child. I knew what loss was – still this- this was too much. He was going mad slowly, he was talking to himself, he was spending all of his time locked away in his room, he slept next to her clothes, he wore her perfume it was too much to take. It was sickening – he loved her we all understood that. We all felt the loss of our friend – even if for me the little demon was a constant source of annoyance and aggravation I would not have been adverse to her still being around.

It wasn't just Walter who had taken up bad habits. My Master, she had started to drink more, much like her father she found solace in the bottom of a glass. I thought she was addicted to cigars but now it turns out expensive scotch was the new trend; we had to restock the bar multiple times already. Carrying her to bed when she passed out on her desk was not the best thing in the world but I hated to admit I enjoyed the warmth of a woman's skin next to mine.

Seras didn't really talk about Avery; she spent most of the time internalizing. I assumed she was too busy speaking to her new familiar. She would often laugh to herself and talk to herself, to everyone who did not understand the concept of a familiar it would have been concerning. Captain Pip Bernadotte now resided as a ghost, a spirit inside of Seras he on occasion would be allowed to take a solid form but it was only once in a while. I would catch Walter watching the French ghost and the police girl; I could see he was jealous. I could see how he longed for his lover to return and that he was angry that he did not get to see her in death as Seras saw Captain Bernadotte.

The two had a strange arrangement, it was clear there was a bond between them – strange romances occurred in the Hellsing organization.

Romances such of that of our resident werewolf and werecat; I had caught them a few too many times in compromising positions. I try not to think about it in all honesty, I didn't like catching Walter and Avery at the best of times...nowhere in this damn place was sacred anymore.

I travelled the stairwell down to the lower floors, Walters room sat at the end of the corridor I fazed through the wall and saw the butler laying on his bed, sleeves rolled up looking at yet another box of Avery's belongings – he still had not unpacked everything.

"Walter, you need to let this go. It is unhealthy." I sigh as I stood watching the dark haired man try and unpack clothes that would never be worn again.

"Don't tell me what I need Alucard!" Walter snapped as he slammed his fists onto the floor turning his head to face me.

"You are living in her shrine my friend – she is dead this is grim even for me." I sighed as I picked up a piece of clothing and examined it before tossing it on the bed. "Let her memory be, let her rest in peace. All of this…it's in bad taste Walter you are holding onto a memory" I said as kindly as I could manage as the butler sat back and took out a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it. Letting out a long groan as she stretched his limbs out.

"This is all I have left of her Alucard, I let her down. I let her die…I can't let her memory die to." He sighed as he took a long puff. He was a mess, he needed to get himself together or I would be forced to do it for him and he would not want that.

"Walter, you are disgracing her memory this way. What would she think if she saw you like this?" I snapped at the wallowing man. Who stood up from the floor and turned to me in rage.

"She can't see me can she? She is dead!" He shouted as he bit his cigarette in half, spitting it into the bin he swore under his breath and ran his hands through his hair.

"Walter you need to get over this. You are driving yourself into madness. I hear you talking to her pictures, I can see you imagining her it's all in your head Walter, this is dangerous. Stop it now before Integra gets me to stop you." I warn darkly as I watched my old friend pace the bedroom.

"Are you threatening me?" He growled his eyes flashing red as he looked at mine.

"I am warning you as an old friend. Don't go down this path – it only leads to pain. It's time to move on now."

Avery POV

I was tired, so tired. I had read through as much of this Grimoire as I could manage for one day. I needed a break, my head hurt. My hand was aching so much, why did I have to cut myself on my hand? The hand has so many nerve endings!

I placed all my new items back into the drawer and lay down on my bed. My body ached, all my muscles hurt from fighting with Anderson this afternoon. He could rip me to shreds if he wanted to but he never did, he was oddly gentle with me, I didn't understand it. Maybe he was biding his time to kill me now the Bishop is known to be a complete fucking psychopath. Am I just waiting for his signal and then the Vatican's Dog will be released and the Bishop can laugh as he lets Anderson rip me to shreds before him.

I grunted as I pushed myself up off of the mattress and made my way into the remained of my bathroom. I had taken time away to clean the glass off of the floor and prop my door against the wall; I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up.

I think I overreacted, these human emotions were strong and I didn't know how to deal with them. They all came at once, I was used to having one strong emotion at a time – this was so confusing.

I stepped under the hot water and let out a groan as I felt my muscles relax under the hot water. I rested my head against the cold tiles and thought about the happenings over the last few weeks, I had been kept here with no freedom for too long. Rubbing my neck I remembered I was no longer leashed and stuck within a 5 mile radius of the orphanage.

I quickly washed my hair and body and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a red dress I grinned to myself as I held up the dress to my body and looked in the mirror.

I think it is time to explore this city a little more.

Sister Mary Joan POV

I shuffled my way down the corridor to Miss Avery's room. She had been locked away all day I understood that Father Anderson had told her the news of her friends passing. I had heard her crying during the day and I wanted to see if she was taking it a little better now time had passed.

"Miss Avery? Could you open the door please I want to talk to you deary." I called out as I knocked on the wooden door. I got no reply which was strange; normally Avery would come to the door pretty quickly.

"Miss Avery?" I call out again. Father Anderson opened his door to his room; he must have heard me calling. I motioned to the door and shook my head; I was worried about the girl. I don't know what I would do in her position. Maybe she was just sleeping….

"Well that is strange…She is normally quick to answer" I say to him as he approached the door. He also looked slightly concerned he banged on the door a few times but there was no reply either.

"Avery, if you don't answer the door I will have to pry it open." He called into the room – again no answer. Pulling out a set of keys from his pocket Father Anderson unlocked the bedroom door. "Avery we are coming in. For the love of God be dressed!" Anderson muttered the last part under his breath causing me to chuckle at the younger man.

We both looked inside the room, it was tidy but there was no Avery in sight. Where could she have gone? She had never left the grounds on her own before. This was a worrying development. We shouldn't have a highly distressed foreigner walking around the city.

"Where is she?" I ask as I rush around her room making sure she is not hidden in her bathroom.

"Damn it all, she has gone." Anderson cursed under his breath.

"What do we do now? Is she in danger Father?" I asked as the tall man paced the room in thought.

"I will call a few men to help you search for her." I said as we both rushed out the room.

"Aye, thank you. This really is not how I wanted to spend my night." Anderson grumbled as he rushed over and locked his bedroom door collecting his blades as he did so.

"You have to feel for the girl, she just found out her loved ones are dead…she is totally alone now." I said sadly as I thought about the poor girl, how she must be feeling now.

"That is true…" Anderson sighed as we made our way up to the main telephone.

"Where would you go to soothe your soul?" I asked the Father as he dialled the phone, he looked anxious.

"Church..." he answered dryly with a chuckle.

"Where would she go?" I then asked causing the blond priest to shut his eyes and take a deep breath. Had I said something?

"Oh for the love of…."

Avery POV

Alcohol that is what I was looking for. Everyone went on about it so much; I wanted to see for myself if it was worth my time. As I walked down the busy streets of Rome I noticed the numerous bars which lined the streets. Some looked more appealing than others, inebriates fell in the street, young women wearing very little scuttled along the pavement in their heels. I looked down at myself; I was not really dressed for this kind of outing. Nuns did not tend to have the best fashion sense.

I needed to change my outfit. I scanned the crowds for a moment before I found myself walking down a darker alley; I heard screaming and crying coming from behind a bin. I growled and ran over; I knew exactly what those noises meant.

"N-No please…Stop…leave me alone!" A blonde lady cried her face pinned to a wall by a drunken old man; he stank of stale beer and cigarettes. It made me sick I watched as he leered over the younger woman who was clearly an unwilling participant in these antics.

"Oi you little cunt, what are you playing at?" I growl at the older man, who turned to me and grinned, his teeth were blackened and his breath stank. It was highly unpleasant – If I had my powers back I would have sent the man up in flames by now.

"Who the fuck are you love? I am a little busy. I don't want to accept Jesus tonight." He slurred as he took a look at my clothes, he returned to the woman who let out another shriek.

Did I really look like that much of a prude? I frowned slightly offended by the drunks comments as I looked down at my dress…No wait, he was right. I did look like prude. I tilted my head as I remembered the Grimoire passage I had been reading today there was a paralysis hex I had read about, this would be handy if it worked – no time like the present I guess.

"Well,I am more into devil worship if you want to know." I hissed back coldly as I grabbed a hold of the man's throat pushing him into the wall. The blonde woman screamed and fell to the ground curling herself into a ball as she watched the scene unfold. This really was not her night.

"You fucking bitch! Get off of me!" The drunk hissed as he tried to push me off. I giggled and uttered the hex under my breath; a loud crack filled the air as the man screamed out in pain. He doubled over onto the floor as his spine snapped in half bending him like a snapped lolly stick. Animalistic howls and shrieks pierced the air as I beat the man into a bloody mess before picking up his cell phone and calling an ambulance.

"Prick" I chuckled turning around to face the blonde woman who was crawling down the alley on her hands and knees.

"Please don't hurt me!" She cried as I walked over to her.

"Oh hush, I am not going to hurt you. Are you ok?" I asked the blonde as I picked her off of the floor and helped her to her feet.

"Yes, I-I'm alright…Thank you" She sobbed as she held onto me causing me to chuckle and roll my eyes; I was never a fan of crying women. I patted her on the back as gently as I could I was never one for comforting adults, children I can do that – adults not so much they shouldn't need comforting they are adults they should have their shit together.

"What's you name kid?" I ask as we walk down the alley.

"I'm Rosa…" She choked out as she held back her tears. I looked at the woman her outfit was exactly what I needed it was tight, revealing and looked uncomfortable as hell, yes this was perfect.

"Rosa, this is going to be a strange question to ask you. Could you do me a favour?" I asked as I helped the woman walk.

"Anything, you saved me from that creep. What do you need?" She exclaimed as she looked up at me.

"Can we swap clothes?"

Anderson POV

This was all I needed on a Friday night. I was planning on reading my Bible, maybe watching some TV and relaxing after the last three weeks away. Apparently this was not the plan Avery had for me. As I made my way down the streets of Rome, I was followed by three members of Iscariot – perhaps it had been overkill calling them to help but I did not know exactly that to expect.

"Where the bloody hell is she?" I growl under my breath as we look down each alleyway. She will be in danger, she thinks she is still as powerful as she was months ago but she isn't she is human and she makes human errors, more than that she is clumsy and will end up getting herself in a bad situation. I've watched her walk into a door before, being around highly intoxicated people with no prior experience of stimulants…this would be bad. She couldn't even manage coffee, one of the sisters had offered her a cup and she ended up bouncing off of the walls talking crazy. God help me what will she be like drunk…or worse…

"You should never have removed her collar, what were you thinking Anderson?" One of my men snapped at me, I grimaced slightly – what had I been thinking? Of course she would run away if she had the chance.

"I never thought I would see the day that an ex demon would be allowed to waltz around Rome freely under the great Alexander Anderson's nose." Another man chuckled as the continued their search. I gritted my teeth; never being a fan of having my judgement mocked I shot a glance at the man who quickly looked away with a smirk. "She is not a demon anymore. She is as human as you and me."

"Yes, she is still a human with centuries of experience will killing innocent people" Another man snapped up. Alright, I got there point, we needed to find her not to talk about how foolish I had been.

"Michael, will you take the lower half of the city. Luke, you take east side. Vicente you take west and Barth you take north. I will cover the centre of the city. When we get a hold of her she is to be brought in unharmed do you understand?" I order as the men regrouped.

"Unharmed? You are not going soft are you Judas Priest?" Barth chuckled as he shot me a look. I narrowed my eyes in retort and growled a little. "How dare you question me? I said she is to be brought in unharmed do you understand?"The men stiffened up slightly and nodded.

"Now go. God Bless you."

3POV

Rosa was more than happy to oblige to Avery's request, the two had promptly swapped clothes. Avery now found herself in a tight black dress, long lace sleeves covered her arms the black suede dress came down to just under her bottom, Avery was fairly tall compared to Rosa so the dress revealed a little more than she would have liked.

Avery let her red hair down from her ponytail, shaking it out into its wavy state letting it rest on her shoulders; the former demon began her journey down the street. Feeling slightly more self conscious than she was used to; in her demonic form this would have been ideal to prey on men to feed.

Avery made her way into a cocktail bar, jazz music played over the speakers. The room smelled for cigars and oak, it was strangely pleasant; as she made her way over to the bar she watched the couples all sat around in their leather chairs.

This was quite wonderful; so many sinners Avery smiled wickedly. Why she had never fed in this area before she didn't know – well that was not entirely true she thought to herself as she slid into a stool by the bar. If she had fed out here the Vatican would be on her back quicker than she could imagine.

Avery unbeknownst to her had caught the attention of the bars owner. A middle aged man, he had been watching her from the backroom, CCTV cameras had their uses. With a chuckle the dark haired man collected a small bag of pills from the table and made his way out into the main bar.

Avery sat at the bar watching the sinners parade around, it was like Sodom and Gomorrah all over again. It was wonderful, it had been so long since she had been near other sinners – the orphanage was great but they were all such saints, Avery felt bad for cursing slightly. If anyone caught her in here, like this she would be crucified she was sure.

Avery turned her head slowly locking her blue eyes with a pair of honey brown ones. A middle ages man stood next to her, well dressed in a navy suit with brown shoes. Avery liked what she saw; this man looked worth her time.

"Did you say something?" Avery asked sweetly smiling up at the man, he grinned as he leaned against the bar.

"I was saying it is such a crime for a woman of your standing to be sat in at this bar all on her own." He purred down to her, he smelled good. Musky – like expensive cologne of some kind, a lot better than the men she had come across on the way here.

"What can I say? I am perpetually lonely." Avery sighed as motioned to the fact she was sat alone at the bar.

"Well that's very sad. May I join you?" The honey eyed gentleman asked as she licked his bottom lip unconsciously.

"Please do." Avery said as she motioned at the stool next to her. Sliding himself into the seat next to the redhead, the dark haired man straightened out his suit and his cuffs.

"What is your name my dear?" He asked as he rested his hand on the bar. Avery caught a glance of an expensive watch, she smiled to herself – he was quite cocky.

"Odette, Odette Avery." The redhead replied as she leaned in to talk. It had been a while since she was able to have some fun with a man, months in fact since she had a good feed on someone other than Walter. Not that she could feed anymore, but the habit was still there, the use and abuse mentality was engraved into her core.

"Well it is a pleasure to make you acquaintance Miss Avery. My name is Jackson Willis – I am the owner of this bar." The older man beamed down to the redhead. Who opened her mouth in mock shock as she scooted closer to the man she lifted a hand up to cover her mouth.

"Oh dear am I in trouble?" She asked innocently as she batted her lashes at Mr Willis who chuckled as he ran his hand down her thigh causing her to raise an eyebrow.

"No, not yet my dear."

Anderson POV

I had spent the last hour traipsing around the local bars; they were breading grounds for sin. It was like Sodom and Gomorrah out here at night. Such sinners, their dens of disrepute and lust – it was disgusting.

She had to be in one of these places, she is drawn to sin like a magnet. It pulled her in, she was not strong of will – she tempted and gave into her own temptations too quickly. She did not have the human willpower yet.

Scanning the windows of the bars, I notice a familiar redhead sat in the bar Avery was sitting in a leather armchair with a pompous looking asshole. "Of course you are in there…" I sighed to myself shaking my head. I watched the scene for a little while trying to assess the situation. Her male friend wore and expensive suit and the two were sat drinking and smoking cigars, his hands were a little to free roaming for my liking. As I watched the pair from the shadows I felt an unfamiliar anger bubbling up inside, along with another feeling I could not place – that pompous prick shouldn't be touching Avery he shouldn't have his hands anywhere near her.

With a grunt I made my way into the bar and sat down in one of their chairs far enough away to be able to be missed if Avery looked around but close enough that I could hear the conversation. I ordered a water from one of the waitresses much to their disapproval and watched the pair from the dark corner.

3POV

Avery leaned into the middle aged man giggling flirtatiously as she took a long puff from her cigar. She had never been a fan of smoking as a demon, she didn't understand why human would kill themselves with the cancer sticks – now she was human she didn't really care anymore. She was having a cigar in honour of Integra and Walter and she would be damned if anyone was stopping her.

Mr Willis seemed nice enough; he was charming and had bought her many drinks whilst she had been in his company. It was nice to be treated with some affection; she missed it – as much as she hated to admit it. Walter had always treated her like a princess and she took it for granted most of the time. Feeling a wave of grief hit her once more she downed one of the shots which were on the table and turned back to the bar owner with a smile.

The alcohol burned her throat but she liked the effect it was having on her. She felt less stressed with each drink she took it was some sort of magic she did not understand.

Mr Willis was enjoying his company; he had plans for the woman in front of him. Her Italian was not the best, he presumed she was visiting Rome on vacation; her accent was strong and British.

"Odette, would you like another?" Mr Willis purred as he wrapped his arm around the redhead's waist.

"Please, fill me up Sir" Avery chuckled as she trailed her finger down his neck making the hairs on his neck stand on end.

"I intend to don't you worry about that." He purred into her neck before she giggled and moved away. He looked over to the redhead noticing she was starting to sway a little in her seat he waited for her to turn her head round and watch the band some more before he dissolved a small white pill in the bottom of her glass.

Anderson POV

I sat in the corner and watched the scene unfold, I was livid – how dare he take advantage of her like that? I would rip him apart; I found myself breathing heavily as I watched the scene. I could not just walk up and drag her out it would cause to much of a scene. I was already receiving some looks from confused drinkers asking why a Priest was in a bar. Looking down, I sighed I really needed to reassess the uniform for certain missions.

I looked back over to the pair and nursed my glass of water, I watched Avery sway slightly as she watched the Jazz band happily. I could see she was drunk, she had had too much to drink for sure – however the cunt next to her decided to get more drinks in. I took a sip of water and watched as the black haired creep dissolved a white pill into her drink.

That fucking heathen! How many pills had he slipped her already tonight? I gripped my glass tighter as I felt the anger rising in my body as I watched Avery down the drink quickly with a chuckle. She was totally ignorant to her situation – damn it all! Crushing my glass in my hand I cursed as the water covered my gloves, pulling them off and using a few tissues to wipe of any wetness from my arms I looked up and watched the sleaze take Avery into the back room. She was leaning up against him for support clearly the drugs were kicking in.

As the two left the room I watched the heathen whisper something to his bouncer who immediately covered the door. I growled and made my way over to the door only to be stopped by the same guard.

"Let me pass!" I growled down to the guard who shook his head defiantly, I cracked my neck and felt the anger rise in my chest. It was time to clean out this place, heathens would be punished this was a city of God.

Avery POV

I couldn't tell what was happening to me, I was very dizzy all of a sudden. One minute I was watching the nice jazz band the next I am being taken into another room. I groaned as I rubbed my eyes, I could feel a pressure on top of me. What the fuck was happening? I could smell the same cologne Mr Willis was wearing, opening my eyes I notice he is on top of me, trailing wet kisses down my neck.

This wasn't right, how did we get in here? I didn't tell him we could do this. I tried to push up against him but he slapped me across the face and pushed me back down onto the sofa. I let out a cry as he he cupped my breast through my shirt. This fucking prick! I would kill him if I could only get the strength to move my damn body.

This was not happening again, I could not let this happen. I was stronger than this – fucking asshole. I shivered as Mr Willis began to unbutton his trousers and pull at my dress.

"You really are very lovely." He purred into my ear causing me to whimper and try to move my body. I felt a pain in my chest as my breath caught there, I could not breath – I began to cough and panic as the older man ran his hands down my skin.

"Get the fuck off of me!" I managed to cry out; my body still did not work. I couldn't even think straight to remember any hexes or think of any way of getting myself out of this mess. Was this my fault? I mean I did lead him on…

I struggled as much as I could before the room faded into black…

Anderson POV

I pushed my way into the back room I was furious the little shit at the door had tried to hold me off but that didn't last very long. He was now napping prettily by the door.

As I pushed my way into the room I heard Avery crying out. What the fuck was that bastard doing to her? I let out a roar as I walked into the room. That prick had pinned Avery to the sofa and had his hands in places that no man should be. Avery was passed out and had no idea what was going on anymore, her eyes opened and closed as she flittered in and out of consciousness.

How dare he touch her! How dare he try to violate her body! The heathen spun around as he heard me enter the room. Shocked I assume at the sudden interruption.

"What the fuck? Get out of here!" He barked as he buttoned up his suit trousers. I was livid, I looked down at Avery and thanked God he had not yet been able to break her virtue. I turned back to face the man who had pulled out a gun from one of the draws and aimed it at my head.

A devilish grin crossed my face as I lunged at the man. I would tear him apart.

'They are corrupt and not his children;to their shame they are a warped and crooked generation. Is this the way you repaytheLord, you foolishand unwise people? I will proclaimthe name of theLord. He is the Rock,his works are perfect,and all his ways are just.'

Avery POV

I was rudely woken up by the sound of something big crashing into something breakable. At this point I didn't know what was happening. I heard a few muffled screams and then everything went quiet. I held my breath for a moment as I realized there was no pressure on my body, I did not feel like I had been fucked whilst I was asleep there was no soreness. I think this panicked me more than anything else. I tried to move my limbs, my arms could move now but only a little, my legs still felt like jelly.

I still had my eyes shut I couldn't manage the energy to open them. I tried to shuffle myself up onto the sofa but I was so tired I couldn't move. I flinched as I felt a pair or strong warm hands pull my clothes back over me. I whimpered and tried to move by to no avail.

I took a deep breath; the scent that I could smell was not that of the pervert from before. This person smelled different familiar – the scent of incense, metal and dust filled my nose. I let out a small groan as a I felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around me and pulled me up off of the sofa.

"For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost." A gruff Scottish voice uttered as he cradled me on his lap.

"A-Alex?" I whispered as I opened my eyes slowly, wincing at the light I pressed my head against the papists jacket to shield me from the light. It was him, how had he found me? Of all the places in Rome he managed to find me here and just in time.

Just when I needed saving, he was there again. On this white horse…he was good at that, coming in at the last moment and saving me. I will never understand why he did it, he hated my kind and he hated me. We hated each other but he was always the one to save me and hold me when I fell.

"You're alright now lass." He hushed me as he rocked me gently in his arms as I fell back into darkness.

"I've got you…"

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter; there is a little more fluff to come between these two. I don't know if I prefer Walter/Avery or Anderson/Avery …. Let me know what you all think J